Month: January 2019

My Teachers are Spies

my teachers are slithery sneaky spies
i watch em closely
and it ain’t no pie
i hide mostly
trying not to get caught
i duck into the leaves
my teacher came out and I thought
what’s under her sleeves
it looked like a lump
i pondered what it could be
“PLOP” before I knew it I fell on my rump
my eyes watered and I went on a crying spree
my teacher came over
and asked me what I was doing
said I was looking at a clover
i started accusing
“You’re a spy!”
she looked at me with confusion
“Hey I’m not a bad guy”
“The lump under your sleeve is what brought me to my conclusion”
“Oh this is just a watch”
“I’m just as dumb as a nut”
“I thought it was a deathwatch!”
“A what?”
“Nevermind”
“I’m going to go play hopscotch”
“Next time tell me what’s on your mind”
i fooled her so easily I guess i’m topnotch

Gorzycki Middle School

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Braids

Braids
Can be just a hairstyle
But can have layers
To something more
Like people.
Braids
Can be
Complex
Or
Simple.
Like people.
Braids
go
Over
under
Over
under
Over
under
and
Over
and
back again.
Like people.
Braids
Dance around your fingers
As you try for so long
To get that perfect dutch
Braid
Braids
can be worn for several occasions.
for
weddings
funerals
or
everyday.
Braids
Have layers.
Like paper.
Like this poem.
Like people.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Changing Paths

Aren’t we all just on a path guiding us through life
Twisting and turning
Taking a turn to a fork in the road
Leading to a new path
Or a new destination perhaps?

Can we predict the path?
Can we navigate the unknown?
CRASH!
A branch falls like a unexpected twist of fate
Maybe this will cause a T
U
R
N
In the path
A new destination.

A pool of water upon a fork in the road
A reflection of the choices/seciohc
As we choose our turn
Our path changes like the weather in Texas
Always Changing.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Sadness

when you are down
feeling drowsy
feel like you’ll drown
everything’s lousy

when you say “nobody loves me”
even outside, cloudy and raining
nothing is happy, but everything should be
you try to be happy but your energy’s draining

the days go on
your life’s not long

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Blur

I see a Blur
It looks amusing
I see its fur
It seems Like its fusing
In my tiny room
And i start to scene
It starts to bloom
That it is Under suspece
I get closer i see a entity
I feel grocer
And then I Realize its identity.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Come Again

As the sun glows the clouds come
And as the night comes the stars shine bright
Now my work is done.
It is done for the night.
As I near the sky my eyes squint
And as the night comes
My eyes tint.
As the winter comes the flower runs
And as summer comes the flowers bloom
The flowers make a gorgeous quilt
On mother nature’s loom
Lest again they wilt.
My heart THUNDERS
As I look at the beautiful world in wonder.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Rainy Days

I wake up in the morning
And hear the drops of rain
Everything is storming
Outside my window pane

Flying outside like a bird
I feel rain on my skin
Drippity drip drop is heard
As it falls down my chin

I love a good rainy day
It always gives me peace
I run around and play
Until the storm does cease

Gorzycki Middle School

7

Yin and Yang

Yin and Yang.
Europe and Africa.
Different cultures,
One superior.

seas of corrupted black Yin
Flood the pure, white
Yang
A mass exodus?
Indubitably,
Not the case,
But an invasion.

What befalls Yang,
The bringer of culture,
Civilization,
Western civilization
To our world.
Chancellor, cease this nonsense!

Smothered by a tidal wave of
Corrupted
Yins
A Polar Opposite,
Yang is cornered.

But Yang was once the oppressor!
The hypocritical heretical bureaucrats
Of Yang argue,
Seated on their
High horses, the
Heads of heresy.
Surely we deserve to be eradicated
For spreading civilization to savage lands
And bringing our superior culture?

The hypocritical yangs
Are hellbent on their own
Destruction
at the hands of a lesser
people.

Gorzycki Middle School

7

What is a poem

A poem can be anything
From a friend or you
Thin or W I D E
About the ocean or tide
It all depends on who
About a waterfall or spring
From Blue to red
About a man named ted
There are no rules to abide
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About a season or marvelous days
What you do is yours to decide
LOUD or quiet
Forget about rules
So many ways to defy it
These pens are my tools
Like a way to create
Or hold open a gate
Now let this poem sing
Or have the bells ring
Embrace freedom
Create wisdom
We all have to leave
When the bells ring
A poem can be anything
Now let knowledge spring

Gorzycki Middle School

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