Thundarr(literary magazine)

With muscular arms,

and strong hands,

he grips the sun sword tightly,

He raises the sword above his head,

quickley thrusting downward,

he chops the evil wizard in half,

he saves the world,

"Ookla, Ariel, Ride!",

A man of few words,

but many deeds,

Is gone to save the world,

Once again,

He is Thundarr

Tribute to the guy who wrote part of this poem(magazine)

"It little profits that an idle king, 

by this still hearth,

among these barren crags matched with an aged wife."

I want to fly,

Have the wind mess up my hair,

Instead of my pillow,

I crave the feeling,

of feeling waitless,

or even scared,

The most thrilling thing of my life,

is not remembering an episode of the Eddie Griffith show,

I now renounce the throne to m rocking chair kingdom,

Sky-diving here I come,

but wait,

I can't miss the 6 o'clock news.

Vern the cat

Vern was a cool cat,

He knew where it was at,

That cat ate some cheese,

That cheese was good,

He asked the rat " may I have some more? Please?"

The rat said "It can make you as dead as wood"

Vern started to see fog,

That cat was as dead as a log!

OBSERVING POEM(literary magazine)

In a pit of brown dust, 

he walks with a wood plank,

He's got Army written on his chest,

Perhaps not a soldier,

But he must fulfill his duty,

and follow commands,

taking orders from his Seargeant,

 he does them without question,

on the inside he is tired,

of the tyranny that awaits him day after day,

thinking why can't you do you it?,

But all he gives is a smile and a yes sir,

He keeps his hands steady to be sure his fellow Private,

does not miss the nail,

from the reflection of the bright sun on the nail,

He sees victory

Sonnet 1

He walks away again, from the thing he

loves most; dropping the leather on the ground,

failing seven of ten times is the key,

He knows that never hearing that loud sound,

Brings an enormous smile to his face,

Thoughts of euphoria expand his mind,

All the things he could do, not as the ace,

Maybe there  could be someone else to find,

That game they played sure was pretty boring,

All that crap about playing in college,

Thinking about that life gets him crying,

Everyday practicing getting that edge,

Maybe that game wasn't even that bad, 

Couldn't dream of losing all that he had.

literary magazine

I liked the artwork but I think That it should correspond a little with what the poem or story is saying.

I think that the titles should be shown clearly.

I liked the illustrations with the poems and stories. 

I liked that there were photos of everyone on the back of the magazine.

I really liked the small design.

I think that the cover should be completely black. In tribute to spinal tap

my other narrative poem(magazine)

he wakes up,

wishing not to be beat up,

but his brother walks in room,

the small boy knowing his  doom,

nursing the bruises,

and the scabs from the nooses,

everyday just hurting worse,

there must be some kind of curse,

getting picked on at school,

makes him a fool,

sucking up the embarrassment every day,

to banged up to even play,

he takes the beating,

but it never comes,

as though his enemy was fleeing,

he stops hearing the sound of battle drums,

but the sense of love, 

his brother symbolizing a dove?

the boy feels very snug

his brother gave him a hug!

Robin

Who is this Batman guy?

I can do everything that

He can do and

I am just a kid!

Just cause he has

Rodent shaped ninja stars

And a cool car

Everyone thinks he is all that,

 He gets

All

The credit,

If I did not turn up

 the temperature Bruce

would never have caught

Mr. Freeze

What about the time

I was fighting the Penguin?

I almost had him

But Bruce barged in

And knocked him out!

And because of

Bruce’s advice I was captured by

Two Face and The Riddler

Alfred always makes

 A big deal about how

I was Beat up

By a girl

But it was

Cat woman

And I had two

Sprained ankles from

Saving Bruce

From 5 huge bankrobbers

With guns

I am so much better

Than him

I deserve way

more credit than I receive

One day

Bruce will fail where

I will succeed

Then the people of Gotham

Will see

 The true hero

Me.

 

Hotdogs

Lay them on the grill,

Put the top won,

Cook until they are black and crispy,

place the soft white buns on the grill,

Cook until they are crispy,

 Put the juicy dog into the bun,

Squirt a line of mustard, 

between the hotdog and the bun,

Enjoy!

Diamonte

Decatur,

Small, loud

Rushing, driving, running

The square, Marta, T.V., couch

Sitting, watching, eating

Small, quiet

My house

narrative poem

I walked down the street,

to a simple beat,

I saw that dog peeing on the fire hydrant,

I kind of thought that it was very vent,

when I got to the store,

I wanted to buy more, 

food,

so I pood,

in the toilet,

but I can only regret,

Letting that dog pee on the fire hydrant.

chicken soup with rice by Maurice Sendak

January

In January it's so nice

While slipping on the sliding ice

To sip hot chicken soup with rice

Sipping once, sipping twice

Sipping chicken soup with rice

February

In February it will be

My snowman's anniversary

With cake for him and soup for me!

Happy once, happy twice

Happy chicken soup with rice

March

In March the wind blows down the door

And spills my soup upon the floor

It laps it up and roars for more

Blowing once, blowing twice

Blowing chicken soup with rice

April

In April I will go away

To far off Spain or old Bombay

And dream about hot soup all day

Oh, my, oh, once, oh, my, oh, twice

Oh, my, oh, chicken soup with rice

May

In May I truly think it best

To be a robin lightly dressed

Concocting soup inside my nest

Mix it once, mix it twice

Mix that chicken soup with rice

June

In June I saw a charming group

Of roses all begin to droop

I pepped them up with chicken soup!

Sprinkle once, sprinkle twice

Sprinkle chicken soup with rice

July

In July I'll take a peep

Into the cool and fishy deep

Where chicken soup is selling cheap

Selling once, selling twice

Selling chicken soup with rice

August

In August it will be so hot

I will become a cooking pot

Cooking soup of course-why not?

Cooking once, cooking twice

Cooking chicken soup with rice

September

In September, for a while

I will ride a crocodile

Down the chicken soup-y Nile

Paddle once, paddle twice

Paddle chicken soup with rice

October

In October I'll be host

To witches, goblins and a ghost

I'll serve them chicken soup on toast

Whoopy once, whoopy twice

Whoopy chicken soup with rice

November

In November's gusty gale I will flop my flippy tail

And spout hot soup-I'll be a whale!

Spouting once, spouting twice

Spouting chicken soup with rice

December

In December I will be

A baubled, bangled Christmas tree

With soup bowls draped all over me

Merry once, merry twice

Merry chicken soup with rice

I told you once, I told you twice

All seasons of the year are nice

For eating chicken soup with rice

I really like this poem because it's a fun catchy song and it adds things educating into it such as, the months of the year. I also read this book many times when i was growing up.

Sallie

Sarcastic

Atomic

lovely

longing

intellectual

entertaining

Stinky Brown Stuff

poop

monkey grass(literary magazine)

Flourish in the shade,

beautiful and long, the grass

moves with the calm wind