Friday, April 27, 2012
Mother Nature's Wrath.
OK mother nature, enough is enough.
You need to sort your mood swings out.
One moment its freezing cold and snowing.
The next its Sunny and hot.
Its almost May, Almost summer, and you're deciding to snow and be cold.
You're mean mother nature. We just want nice weather.
I don't want to have to wear my coat to school, and carry it home after because of your drastic weather changes...
Get it right mother nature.
Get. It. Right.
You need to sort your mood swings out.
One moment its freezing cold and snowing.
The next its Sunny and hot.
Its almost May, Almost summer, and you're deciding to snow and be cold.
You're mean mother nature. We just want nice weather.
I don't want to have to wear my coat to school, and carry it home after because of your drastic weather changes...
Get it right mother nature.
Get. It. Right.
Grandfather Clock - Poem
I am the Grandfather Clock
resting in the corner
My heavy metal feet
Pace
the same dull beat…
Continuous.
My face – Never changing
My gears – Always repeating
always in the same direction
Consistent
I am the grandfather clock
Waiting….
Still in the corner
Day-in. Day-out.
Tick-Tock
Tick-Tock
Connor Good
Friday, April 20, 2012
A Poem about Pterodactyls
The pterodactyl
Can be rather docile;
A quiet contemplater is he.
Wise pterodactyl;
He lives on his rock pile,
Shunning bustle and community;
Polishing his claws,
Humming without pause,
Often slipping into dormancy.
The pterodactyl
Is wholly without guile;
A solitary wisher is he.
Round pterodactyl,
Fat his chosen life style;
A monumental fisher is he.
Indifferently
Allows men to breathe ;
They taste most un-fishlike, you see.
Can be rather docile;
A quiet contemplater is he.
Wise pterodactyl;
He lives on his rock pile,
Shunning bustle and community;
Polishing his claws,
Humming without pause,
Often slipping into dormancy.
The pterodactyl
Is wholly without guile;
A solitary wisher is he.
Round pterodactyl,
Fat his chosen life style;
A monumental fisher is he.
Indifferently
Allows men to breathe ;
They taste most un-fishlike, you see.
William Wordsworth
I was taught a poem in England, Many years ago... Ever since, I've always had the well known line "I wandered lonely as a cloud" in my mind whenever I've thought of poetry.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Pterodactyl
This one person i know... You could say she is like a Pterodactyl... I'm just minding my own business and BAM! There she is, feeding off my fear. I'm helpless. Save me please! I thought Pterodactyls were extinct! NOOOO
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Im so sick of being sick already.
I rarely ever get sick. But when i do, its bad. I didn't sleep last night because of this sickness i have... I don't know what i have, some chest infection? My nose is blocked and i have a really bad chest cough. I spent most of last night laying in bed looking at the ceiling. Or watching movies because i couldn't sleep.
Warning is in order: Do not come into contact with me, or you will get sick...
Warning is in order: Do not come into contact with me, or you will get sick...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)