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Running up a rugged trail,

I knew I couldn’t fail,

Even if my face was pale,

And I might have squashed a snail.

The hill was like a tower,

My mouth was stale and sour,

Running for a couple hours,

I’ve seen too many flowers.

Going through a meadow,

Puts up quite a show,

But I know that once I’m done,

I’ll get to see the sun.

My knees give out a final plea,

As I pass the final tree,

But here I am, a-top this summit,

I see the sky, moonlit.

The sun is rising,

It is almost dawn,

The view is energizing,

The one I look upon.

The sky is lit with orange and gold,

The sight the forecast had foretold,

I saw the bright color vivid and bold,

As the sunrise started to unfold.

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It’s night I cannot sleep,

I tried the trick of counting sheep,

I tried drinking milk in a cup,

But I can’t sleep without my stuffed pup.

I walk down my favorite path,

To forget my sleeplessness,

Crunch, I look down at my feet,

I’d stepped in muddy wet peat.

Mud envelopes my helpless boot,

As I give out an ungrateful woot,

My new shoes are now filthy,

They are starting to get itchy.

I turn to head back home,

When I hear a sound being me,

I turn around to see,

It wasn’t, it couldn’t be.

It wasn’t a bat,

Oh no much more,

It moved faster than a wildcat,

And scared me to the core.

Its moon-shaped eyes gleamed in the sky,

As it appeared to be nearby.

It was a great horned owl,

Who’d just started to prowl,

Its terrified prey,

Was the owl’s buffet.

The owl’s wings spread far and wide,

Not at all trying to hide,

Swept the prey from under its paws,

And captured it between its claws.

Carrying back its prey,

It returns to its nest,

Where there it can stay,

As the owlets eat the rest.

Back at home when I cleaned my boot,

I found behind a dirty suit,

My stuffed pup hidden deep,

Now, yes! I could sleep!

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I was dragged here to this lake,

During summer break,

I’m supposed to be in bed,

But I am here instead.

We walk to the dock,

It’s about 3 o’clock,

Myself I’m really bored,

As we walk towards,

Our really ancient boat,

That we are lucky stays afloat.

On the old boat we sit,

For quite a long bit,

Until we enter a bog,

With a thud, we hit a log.

Before we turned back,

I wanted to eat a snack,

So I take out some bread,

But it gets knocked down,

Annoyed, I grumble and frown.

But it made my day,

When out of the muck,

Came I beautiful duck.

Then came more,

In groups of four,

They started to quack,

As they ate my only snack.

I started to laugh without too loud a sound,

Go not scare them away,

When they started to surround,

My boat, I could watch them all day.

I had lots and lots of fun,

I watched as they spun,

Around and around,

As they flipped upside down.

I watched for a long time,

Until the morning bells started to chime,

I was glad that I’d came,

For it was a shame,

I couldn’t stay for longer.

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Flames blazed high

Barely touching the grey sky

Red, orange even blue

With no flickers as the wind blew

Ash filled the air all around

Nothing but black, left on the ground

Staining the streets with despair

Getting ash and dust in my hair

Proud and strong

Lasting quite long

Scorching endlessly, without a pause

No one knew of the cause

Once the flames died down

Word spread around the town

Panic started to ease

A fresh wind passed, a breeze

Grass and trees were grown

No one was left alone

Things started anew

There was rejoice and cheering

No more were people fearing

The wrath of fire

Though they should never forget

This lasting threat

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A steady pace

But it is a race

Speed speed my mind chants

No, I must pace

Images fade next to me

One after the next

The finish line, it's all I see

My thoughts turn complex

Do I sprint now or wait

Wasting my energy can't be great

But I feel this urge

My excitement starts to surge

I give in to the desire

To speed before I should

My feet are on fire

I sprint, can't be good

My legs burn with effort

I beat the rest

There's now sweat on my shirt

But I finish as best

I smile and gasp for breath

All in the same time

I feel near to death

Yet so alive all at once

Invigorating the run was

That is the word

I feel a special buzz

Though that may sound absurd

Adrenalin pumps through my veins

Nothing more remains

Only the memory of running

And this poem and my pains

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Carole Darve

The chill of winter snow,
So pure, clean, and white.
Makes an eerie glow,
As it reflects the evening light.

The chill of winter frost,
Leaves me completely lost.
I feel its bone-cold freeze,
As it echoes through the breeze.

The chill of winter hail,
As it pelts through the sky.
So fragile, so frail,
Coming down from so high.

The chill of winter ice,
Fresh on my skin.
The feeling crisp and nice,
How refreshing it has been.

Crisp and nice,
Fragile and frail,
Snow and ice,
Frost and hail:
The chill of winter.

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Modern version of Raven

One night when the moon was high,

A thin sliver in the night sky,

From my room I heard a rapping,

From our front door.

I hid under my covers,

Having a hunch that it was a monster,

A monster coming for me.

I barged in my parents room,

Where I knew I would be safe,

From a monster at our front door,

Could he escape?

I snuggled against my mom,

Who’s skin was as soft as silk,

And as warm as the fire,

I squeezed her tighter,

And hid under the covers.

But then again,

I heard rapping,

Rapping,

On our front door.

I knew my fear would only be satisfied when I answered the rapping on our front door.

Only,

If

Only.

I had the courage.

But I didn’t

So every night it came back,

Rapping, Rapping on our

Front door.

From the perspective of a 6 year old.

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Heartbeat

I remember the very day she died,

It was a bright day, in my mind.

Till darkness covered the sun shining above,

Alas no one would now know her love.

She was a fragile dainty thing,

With bright blue eyes and a desire to sing.

Her hair coal black,

And her lips rose red,

We never knew, so soon she would be dead.

The only thing to make her smile,

Was me,of course for a while.

Then she slipped out of my grasp,

With one heartbeat,

Her very last...

Only if I had reached out in time,

Maybe she wouldn’t have slipped out like slime,

The body glue couldn’t hold her together,

Because, the cancer wasn’t getting any better.

The moment drew a line in time,

One second she was within reach,

And then...she was gone.

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Even though i am sad to see spring disappear

now it’s time for fall to appear.

I see those colors vibrant and

glow

the beautiful colors the wind blows.

The burst of colors within those leaves

I had much fun but now

it’s time for fall to leave.

By: Sarah Grover

With the help of : Jennah Danish

Ananya Subramanyam.

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Audi was our beloved alley cat.

Slithed about like a little conundrum.

Shine his shoes and take forty more winks on the mat.

Out a tickled pink drum.

Golden orbs curl and glimmer.

Bathe in the sun’s solace from dusk to dawn.

Arctic coat with a spelling shimmer.

Rouse from winks with extension and yawn.

But howling and writhing every dark.

Patches of all flesh and bone.

Prowled the lost whisper of the lark.

For fake was lone.

Glass mirrors slithe away.

Wraith hungers for the day.

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From the veil of night,

Eyes feathers with round eyes so sliver with light,

Hooked bills and talons that can be told.

A stalker of the night so cunning and old.

From the bite of ice,

Lays the trick of seeing to suffice,

No sound but the leaves of the trees,

And a thousand years to be told.

Who?

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A leaping dolphin.

Frisking through the tumbling waves.

A turtle swimming.

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Even when the rays fade away,

To end the blaze of day.

It’s ascending by ring of night,

Someplace stones alay.
-Sooki

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Pilgrim, line in files to get your food.

If only the table made the feast good.

Turkey here, quail there, the world... birds for days.

One nation it’s yams, another it is

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The running pilgrims came with their far-east

silks. Created by worms, the worms made by worms.

The spiced cider, the                                             silk like clockwork.

wine, the milk..it spins,                                          Whirls... The fork, the knife, no

Like the worms, spinning                                       spoon? Aren’t we round,

not-too severed--arms are found, Uncle tom
calls down. “Capital Defence Protocol”

he gobbles, the waddlers of total tie em’ down.

Meanwhile on the table, seems like plymouth

has landed. On rocks of corn, cranberry,

gravy and bread. The workers the forgot,

royals are all, so they don’t have to shove

food to those that don’t call.

The giving wasn’t complete, not one kin

yet. The people had to come, to not feast.

But they called still, and more came. The food was

a better eat.

One family,

but two families,

a community,

a Brobdingnagian!

And when the turkeys came, they were not to

blame, the man that stank, was the man hunting

their shank! So the pilgrims and turkeys they

sat, with the silk and feathers,(and was de-

stressed, with the Dyson vats.) Playing cards, games..

The turkey, who was really a man, good

sake they didn’t eat with their fancy spoons,

sat there. Tied, an apple in his mouth, his ‘

pedestal a plate, being clumped: crying

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Wizard of Cashmere, you need a decrepit
of nice.
Element
of Kashmir, and
the Arctic mice. Artisan
of life; inquired to down. A
decrepit of mice. Cos' all you need in life is a
$2 gown and a $3
town. Made of cashmere! Let the greed flow, you live
on a tier, but you cash on
a tarp. And you'd bash
on your harp, that
crazy Wizard of Cashmere.

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You are someone i turn to,

When our spirits need lift.

You are someone i treasure,

For friendship is a gift.

You are someone who fills my

Life with beauty, joy and grace.

You make the world i live

In, a better and happier place.

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I wish that you loved me,

I wish that you needed me,

I wish that you knew when i said two,

I actually meant three.

I wish that without me your heart would break.

I wish that without me you’d spending

The rest of your nights awake.

I wish that without me you wouldn't eat.

I wish i was the last thing

On you your mind before you went to sleep.

This poem is Dedicated to my Best Friend

MUSKAAN

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As the sky grows dark and the moon glows bright.

Strange creatures and critters appear at night.

As the goblins growl and the werewolves wine.

Hope that halloween sends you a chill up your spine.

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My neverland One very fine day,Upon my satin couch I lay,Longing for an adventure to unearth,And then, I pick up a book. It's dusty and it’s old,But it smells quite the adventure,So I let it whisk me away,To a neverland.Where witches battle princesses,And crabs brush mermaid hair,Peter pan soaring through skies,And color everywhere. Then my mother calls,“Dinner!”So, I take one last look,And put down that book.

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The Cheshire Cat is my role model and twenty times the charm.

While the others are rats and snacks, ready for my claws and teeth.

A great fox through my fangs that I feel for any but my favorite number one.

Ennui at every twist or turn I cannot concern.

But their dolor is my gelid desire.

I cannot keep the fire at bay.

Their ghosts will give for standing in my way.

And my castle will be paved in gold.

Commitment is a song too old.

I live in a hollow tree.

There is nothing in it, and there never will be.

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She is of fire and air,

Of no earth or lake.

She raises her scorching wings,

To burn the sky in her wake.

And fall to a shadow once so light.

They slithe in.

Where is our hope in night?

And when there is none left,

She rises from flames.

There is no fear or pain.

The Sun shines once more.

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With tufted ears inked with night.

With orbs of a malachite glow.

With legs so long and strong.

With tail, short and fierce.

Of claws and fur.

Of night and day.

A lone hunter of the night.

Do you stalk tonight, dear Caracal?

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A Jewel of Night;

A City of Light;

A Thousands Years in Sight.

May you have Sweet Dreams Tonight.

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Avarice of a Dragon

Do you give away the gold in your hands, which glare with light?

Or do you curl it in your hands and slithe away from sight?

I treasure the fluoresce like a junkie.

I cannot bear for them to seize my dragon’s cravings like a funky.

The inferno is scalding and dissolving my heart.

But nobody wishes to trouble themselves to liberate my bleeding art.

And who covets the avarice of a dragon in the cave and sorrow and vain?

The knight who buries the throne in dragon’s entrails for the mark of sain.

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Pretty Face and Score
Maybe I’m just angry in my heart.

But there’s a lot to go a part.

He’s got a pretty face.

Yet snears like none can match the ace.

And everyone praises the beauty none the lace.

He’s a portly boy.

He may not be pretty, but he’s got a heart so gold that none can see.

They jest about his belly, and none give glory to his empathy.

She’s aced every test.

They say she’s the smartest of the best.

But she carries herself higher than the rest;

There are none, she says, who can top her success.

She’s got sixty percent on every math test.

She may seem dreary, but she’s got the biggest talent all the lest.

Yet they tell her she’s dumb and have fun looking better the rest.

She ain’t think her art worth millions, but it might as well be.

There is no other who can bring a scene to life as well as she.

The intelligence and beauty we favor.

Is it really what we should savor?

I want to be ugly, for the only one that will love me is someone who sees another me.

I want to be an idiot, for the only one that will be my friend is one who sees the genius in me.

It’s all a pretty face and score, but there is nothing else I don’t wish for.

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Pyromania
Blow the building up into a sea of flames.

To see how far the smoke flows.

They see rapacity and voracity.

The venom dripping from its roof.

But it doesn’t seem that way to me;

For I prize the burning, the ending, the malice of desire.

How it consumes the metal and wood in every breath of love.

How I wish I could embrace it without burning my fingers so.

How I cannot fancy any more rancor in every inferno above.

Stark, raving mad I must be.

But a pyromaniac cannot see it any other way at best.

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Of frost and bone, lays a dragon with eyes so blue and cold.

His breath is wispy and bone-chilling.

His scales are like snow and, to the touch, frigid.

His talons are rigid to grip the ice.

His fangs are biting and freezing.

His tongue is bitter and cool.

His fire is so gelid, it stings.

Of frost and bone, lays a raw heart yearning for love.

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In Blood and Fire
In Blood and Fire
In blood and fire, may you seek an eye of the storm.

Her scales are as black as night and glowing with stars.

Her tongue is sharp and burns.

Her fire is so scalding hot that it feels so cold.

Her eyes blaze with rage and power.

Her heart greets the dragon’s avarice like an old friend.

In blood and fire, there is none who sees how the fire boils her blood.

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Death is not the greatest loss in life
But the greatest loss is what dies inside,
Us while we live.
Behind my smile is a hurting heart
Behind my laugh, I am falling apart,
Look closely at me,
you will see,
The girl I am

...isn’t me.

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Bad Dream
The bad dream
I got last night,
Was man with expressions,
which made me fright.

I guess if you try
You don’t have to sleep,
But if you can’t do that
Before you sleep, eat a treat.

I try to forget what I saw
But it was too scary,
That reminds of the fine you pay
when you break a law

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Angel of a Demon
Angel of a Demon
Ain’t you a son of the Devil, but an angel to the world?

They won’t believe you if you say you got bad blood in those veins of yours.

In your heart, you’re an angel, yet the world only sees those curved horns of yours.

Maybe the horns strike me as an angel’s wings.

An angel of a demon.

A demon of an angel.

I ain’t know for sure.

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Life is worth it
Life is worth it
Laugh your worth out
dance in the rain,
Cherish the moment ignore the pain.
Live, laugh, love,
forgive and forget
life is too short
to live with regrets.

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Carole Darve

Perched on top of a mighty ledge, looking down below.

A wise toad sat, making quite a show.

Next to a pond he sat in deep thought,

Staring into the water a lot.

He thought and thought until he could no more.

He got up, and walked around the lakeshore.

His arms crossed behind his back.

He did laps, looking like a maniac.

But no, he was quite sane indeed.

Those in the village had agreed.

He was the smartest, wisest of them all.

Without his thoughts, the village would fall.

One day, next to this reflective pond,

The toad stood up and waved his hand like a wand,

There was a dramatic lengthy pause,

As if waiting for someone’s applause.

“That's it!” He exclaimed!

He leapt up in down in uncontrolled joy.

He was so happy, no;  he wasn’t ashamed.

He looked like a kid that received a new toy.

A fox who had been watching the whole time,

He got into the party and started to chime.

“That's it!” The fox yelled, not knowing why.

But it didn’t matter, for the toad knew why.

The fox gave out a joyful cry.

And others approached, to give it a try.

“That's it!” Called the owl, who had happened to come by.

All three cheered, though they didn’t know why.

Only the wise toad, who would almost never say,

But they cheered and partied anyway.

The whole village was soon cheering.

More and more animals just kept appearing.

Everyone impatiently waited for why

The toad had been so happy; they awaited his reply.

He said, in a calm, steady voice.

That he would give them a choice:

Whether they hear his reason now,

Or he save it and they discover it themselves somehow.

They decided it was better to hear

It now, loud and clear.

Then and there did the toad confess.

As he did, there arose a deafening gust of wind.

I couldn’t hear a sound, could only merely guess.

Others were immersed in the deep revelation.

The wind blew so loud, I couldn’t hear the narration.

Finally the wind stopped and the toad concluded.

“That’s it”

They were all stupefied; all speechless then.

It was his idea they adored.

Then they cheered, whistled, and roared.

Again and again and again.

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Carole Darve

I had wished one Christmas Eve,
That when I would leave,
The house the next day,
Outside, there would be snow for my sleigh.

And wouldn't you know,
I came out the next day,
To find outside, snow.
So I left to go play.

I got my mittens on,
And my coat was zipped,
Out the door, I was gone,
With all my gear equipped.

With the whole day ahead,
I got on my sled,
That morning, I had fun.
Then lunch had begun.

I went inside for lunch,
I ate a sandwich.
Food, I ate a bunch,
The taste was delicious and rich.

I got other presents too,
Everything was brand new,
I got the series to read, Nancy Drew,
And a beautiful pack of colored glue.

I was about to leave,
When I noticed a package of new twine.
I loved so much to weave,
So this string was now mine.

I'd woven a small scarf, colored red and white,
I made it my size,
So it would fit me just right.
And I ran outside again, only to realize,
It was almost night.
Almost.

For as long as it was bright,
I sleighed down snow.
Until there was no more light,
I called, "watch out below".

If I hadn't wished for this,
That Christmas Eve.
A lot I would've missed,
Had I not believed.

That's all it was really,
I'd believed Santa came.
This might sound silly,
But it wouldn't have been the same.

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Carole Darve

After the sunset that amazes most,
After the light fades away,
It is almost,
The end of the day.

Yet there is still an important phase.
This part should be the one to amaze.
This is when the nocturnal wake,
This is before the light of daybreak.

This is the night; when the moon is high.
When it lights the evening sky.
The moon, a magnificent orb of light,
Shining away through the dark night.

It glows and makes an eerie sense.
It shines with a light, bright and intense.
It only comes during the night,
Only then does it shine bright.

All the nocturnal animals come out,
The forest is crawling, no doubt.
When all are sleeping in their bed,
In the forest, things are left unsaid.

None really know what happens at night.
No one can really get it all right.
But something happens quite unknown.
Yet something happens when you're on your own.

Something's out there lurking in the shadows,
A certain thing nobody knows.
This all happens when your sleeping tight.
This all happens at the dead of night.

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Jack the Lantern                  Carole Darve

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Jack the Lantern                  Carole Darve

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The glow of its eyes,

Told no lies.

They were meant to scare,

Not meant to care.

In the dim light,

It waited for the night.

The most important night of all,

Where there it would stand tall.

So it sat all day,

All night it would stay,

Until it was time,

To stand strong and shine.

It must do its duty,

To not do the beauty,

To frighten to the core,

This was its chore.

Its pointed teeth fixed in a frown.

Its eyes slightly pointed down.

Emanating a light,

So powerfully bright.

Because when night came,

With a mighty flame,

That no wind could ever blow,

To remove the eerie glow.

You could call it Jack

Or just The Lantern
It rid the night of black

This Jack-o-lantern