Respone to "Motto" by Langston Hughes

 

Motto

By Langston Hughes

 

I play it cool

and dig all jive

That's the reason

I stay alive.

My motto,

As I live and learn,

is:

Dig and be dug

In return.

 

 

Respone to Motto by Langston Hughes

 

Mister Langston hughes says to

play it cool

but is that really

the way to rule?

 

Mister Langston Hughes says he

digs all jive

but is that really

the way to stay alive?

 

He says it is,

but I'm not

so sure.

Cause you don't want life to go by

In a blur.

 

Mister Langston Hughes says that

his motto is

to dig and be dug, in return,

but is that really the way to live and to learn?

 

I am not sure about the first rhyme.  If anybody finds a word that rhymes with cool and makes sense in the sentence "but is that really the way to -----" please post a comment with it.

 

My favorite word

 

My new

favorite word,

which I just invented is:

kulky

 

 

A found poem for the book "The Wolves of Willoughby Chase"  by Joan Aiken

 

If

she was ill

how could they

escape?

 

on the other hand

if

they did not

escape

what would become of Sylvia?

 

It

was not

impossible

Bonnie thought

that she might

die

of neglect and

ill attention

in

     this

          horrible

                         place

 

 

Untitled 

 

I wish that I could leave the class.

All I need is a stupid little pass.

 

 

The beginning of spring

 

The sky is grey

but

on the

trees

there are

little

     green     

and           

     pink

flowers

 

 

 

Dreams

 

A dream

is what you

need

to stay

alive.

 

Fog

 

The fog hung thick in the air. 

 

 

The Penguins in the Rainforest

 

They explored the new land.

Their red beaks shined in the sun.

Their white chests stuck out proudly.

The dark black feathers on their backs were slicka nd glistened in the sun.

 

They walked over the land

And on the trees.

As they walked through the little green leaves their eyes

Shined with curiosity.

 

They came and thet went and 

 

They explored the new land.

 

 

Hourglass

 

I have always wanted to write

                                   

a poem in a funny

                      

shape and 

                     

now I have.  Now

                                    

I have run out of space.  all gone 

 

 

 

Questions

 

Where to?

how to?

when

and

why?

 

 

 

 

Thomas Jefferson

 

 

Thomas Jefferson was a wealthy man.

He owned a plantation with lots of land. 

In public he would keep simple and cool

But on his own he would party and drool

Over bottles of wine

And thick pieces of swine

Which caused him lots of dept

So he couldn’t free the slaves he kept.

 

 

He was a lawyer and a politician too

He was in the Virginia legislate and he would do

Many things to help the patriot cause. 

He was always talking, moving his jaws

He organized protests and other things too

'Cause he believed in what the patriots wanted to do.

 

 

A group of rich and educated men,

the oldest by the name of Ben,

wanted him to meet with them

and so he did,  

(To be continued)

**If you find anything that rhymes with them please tell me**

 

 

The People, They Wandered

 

The people, they wandered

they searched for a home

they walked and they waited

to find the chosen land

 

The people, they wandered

throughout the desert. 

Looking, searching

for somthing they had never seen

or ever been to.

they waited

to find the holy land

 

The people, they wandered

and grew old and tired

the old grew older and died

the young grew old

and had children and died

the children grew old

and had their own children

and slowly died

as they walked on

to find their magical land

 

The people, they wandered

what they were looking for,

they didn't know.

but god knew

and they knew that god knew

for god was guiding them

and so they walked on and searched

to find this special land

 

The people, they wandered

for forty long years

and they finally saw

the land they had longed for

they went

to find Israel.  Their land.

 

 

The Smell of fish

 

The smell of fish

makes me wish

that I could die that day

or maybe fly away

 

I would go over the roof tops

and past the old lots

to a magical land

with the clap of a hand

 

The birds that are flying in a "V" disapear

I know that they are not going to come back here

'Cause I'm going to a place that isn't on any maps

a place where annoying little kids don't run around wearing caps

 

In this land there is no money.

Some people may think that that is really funny

but I like it 'cause then everything is free

and people can be what ever they really want to be.

 

I walk around

and on the ground

there are cans of soda and packs of gum

all you need to do is to reach down and take some.

 

There are rooms full of games

and nobody to take blames

when you eat too much

and you get a sugar rush

 

And when I feel better

I check the weather

and with the clap of a hand

I leave my magical land.

 

 

On Trust

Whether

I

Trust 

you

or

not

is not for

you

to

decide

 

Stuff

 

Ice cream

Chocolate

Ducks

 

Friends and family

books

jews

 

Barrack Obama

My little sister

Israel

Pretty colors

 

My laptop

green

Chocolate chunk cookies

Bobbert the unicycle

 

Monopoly

Hanukah

Chickens

softball

 

peace

Summer

music

My rotten red headed older brother

 

the 4 seasons

matza ball soup

chocolate croissants

 

To be continued...

 

 

 

Being Little

When you were little

you could do all the things

that you can't do now.

 

When you are little

There is time for everything

and more

and there always seems to be time left over

 

When you are little

your best friend can be a boy

and you can have sleepovers every other night

and nobody thinks any thing of it

 

When you are little

summer vacation is just when the weather is hot

for you the whole year is vacation

and the weekend is just a time when you see your parents more

 

When you are little

going to the corner store

is like a trip to another country

 

When you are little

everything seems so big

and so long

and so high

 

When you are little

your parents are always there

and they don't argue with you

and they love you in a different way

 

But when you grow up

the world changes

there is no time for the things that have to get done, let alone fun and games

you can't have a boy as a best friend

and you are always look forward to the weekend and summer vacation

you realize how big the world is, and going to the corner store is nothing

those things that once towered above you are now like little ants on thhe ground

and your parents are just there to argue with you and to make your life miserable

and everything has changes

except for your memories

of the life you once loved

but now you hate.

 

To be continued...

 

Intention:

I haven't finished this poem yet, but I know exactly how it is going to go.  I want to write about all the things that people do when they are little that they can't do when they are older because they are "inappropriate".  When you are little you can do so many things that you can't do when you are older.  You have so much responsibility that you don't have when you are little.  You can be free and you seem to have time for everything. 

To be continued...

 

 

 

 

More poems coming.