Comments on: January Pieces http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/2009/01/12/january-pieces/ A Blog for Mrs. Hudson's Writing and English Class (and other folks too) Wed, 30 Sep 2009 21:07:23 -0400 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.2 hourly 1 By: legoman11 http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/2009/01/12/january-pieces/comment-page-1/#comment-545 legoman11 Wed, 11 Feb 2009 23:22:50 +0000 http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/?p=35#comment-545 To Jacob: Funny haikus! LOL :-D LOL To Jacob:

Funny haikus! LOL :-D LOL

]]> By: Jacob http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/2009/01/12/january-pieces/comment-page-1/#comment-543 Jacob Wed, 11 Feb 2009 01:40:50 +0000 http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/?p=35#comment-543 Ode to Pancakes Oh,pancakes you spin my tastebuds in circles around your sides. I savour the syrup flavor in my mouth. Your butter balences out your perfect and delicious taste. Ode to Pancakes

Oh,pancakes you spin my tastebuds in circles around your sides. I savour the syrup flavor in my mouth.
Your butter balences out your perfect and delicious taste.

]]> By: Jacob http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/2009/01/12/january-pieces/comment-page-1/#comment-542 Jacob Wed, 11 Feb 2009 01:35:37 +0000 http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/?p=35#comment-542 Ice-cream You are like a cloud, Sweet,delicious,and frozen, You make me happy. Ice-cream

You are like a cloud,
Sweet,delicious,and frozen,
You make me happy.

]]> By: Houston http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/2009/01/12/january-pieces/comment-page-1/#comment-540 Houston Tue, 10 Feb 2009 19:51:09 +0000 http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/?p=35#comment-540 On The Court Day in and day out. Came with energy and now wore out.Wrestle on the court for the unique ball that everyone wants.In my hands at last, I take control and put the ball in it's hoop.My job is done, so I leave it all on the court.My blood,sweat, effort,and mistakes.Left all behind on the court. Until,I step on the court again. On The Court
Day in and day out.
Came with energy and
now wore out.Wrestle
on the court for the
unique ball that
everyone wants.In
my hands at last,
I take control and
put the ball in it’s
hoop.My job is done,
so I leave it all on
the court.My blood,sweat,
effort,and mistakes.Left
all behind on the court.
Until,I step on the court
again.

]]> By: Cortnee http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/2009/01/12/january-pieces/comment-page-1/#comment-539 Cortnee Tue, 10 Feb 2009 15:46:56 +0000 http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/?p=35#comment-539 Sarah Catherine Sarah Catherine is multitasking; typing and looking through her folder. Her folder is really packed full of paper (or I atleast I think so). I wonder what the folder is for, lets look at the clues. For one, she is typing on the computer, and two sheis looking at a story. Wha La! She is publishing something. The mystery is solved.... Sarah Catherine

Sarah Catherine is multitasking;
typing and looking through her folder.
Her folder is really packed full of paper
(or I atleast I think so).
I wonder what the folder is for,
lets look at the clues.
For one, she is typing on the computer,
and two sheis looking at a story.
Wha La!
She is publishing something.
The mystery is solved….

]]> By: Sarah-Catherine Thornton http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/2009/01/12/january-pieces/comment-page-1/#comment-538 Sarah-Catherine Thornton Tue, 10 Feb 2009 15:46:31 +0000 http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/?p=35#comment-538 Bethany I guess she's thinking; I can't really tell. Thinking of an idea, one to put on her paper. Her eyes shift up at me. She looks around. The paper empty before her. She glances back to see what Kathryn has written. She can't seem to focus on one particular thing. She picks at her fingernails. Looks up when Alyssa passes. Still nothing, not one thing, is forever engraved upon that paper. Aha! Finally! She writes one thing down. Bethany

I guess she’s thinking;
I can’t really tell.
Thinking of an idea,
one to put on her paper.
Her eyes
shift up at me.
She looks around.
The paper empty
before her.
She glances
back to see
what Kathryn has written.

She can’t seem to
focus on one
particular thing.
She picks at her
fingernails.
Looks up
when Alyssa
passes.
Still nothing,
not one thing,
is forever engraved
upon that paper.

Aha! Finally!
She writes one thing down.

]]> By: Sarah-Catherine Thornton http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/2009/01/12/january-pieces/comment-page-1/#comment-533 Sarah-Catherine Thornton Tue, 10 Feb 2009 15:36:54 +0000 http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/?p=35#comment-533 Suddenly Cheerleading. Yes, it's a sport; the only of them that I play. Tried out in fifth grade, practiced long and hard. Whoa. What a rush. Suddenly, I'm a DJHS cheerleader. Sixth grade, it's now long gone. Whoa. Deja vu. Another rush. And suddenly, I'ma a second-year cheerleader. To me,it's so much more than a sport. To me, it's a passion. Suddenly

Cheerleading.
Yes, it’s a sport;
the only of them
that I play.

Tried out in fifth grade,
practiced long and
hard.
Whoa.
What a rush.
Suddenly, I’m
a DJHS cheerleader.

Sixth grade, it’s now
long gone.
Whoa.
Deja vu.
Another rush.
And suddenly,
I’ma a second-year
cheerleader.

To me,it’s so much more
than a sport.
To me, it’s a passion.

]]> By: Kathryn C. http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/2009/01/12/january-pieces/comment-page-1/#comment-531 Kathryn C. Tue, 10 Feb 2009 15:34:07 +0000 http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/?p=35#comment-531 Beth, I loved your pieces!! Wonderful(: -Kathryn Beth,
I loved your pieces!! Wonderful(:
-Kathryn

]]> By: Katie Barton http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/2009/01/12/january-pieces/comment-page-1/#comment-527 Katie Barton Wed, 04 Feb 2009 00:38:14 +0000 http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/?p=35#comment-527 My love, When I look back At all the memories we've shared, I charish those moments. Don't leave me. My love, You take care of me, And you stay up at night Just to hear my voice. You listen to my silly little theorys That make no sense, But for some reason You still edknowledge them. You catch my tears Before they fall, And wash away the fears That make me tremble Hearing you say, "It's going to be okay", Molds me Into a ball of security. Please, Don't leave me. My love, Take my hand And never let go. You're my other half. The half that makes me whole. My heart is in your hand. Be fragile with it. Don't break it Even if you leave, Don't break my heart. The pieces of it are whithering Into the open air. My heart trys to beat, But the rythm is gone Without you by my side. My love, You can't leave me. Don't go. My love,
When I look back
At all the memories we’ve shared,
I charish those moments.
Don’t leave me.
My love,
You take care of me,
And you stay up at night
Just to hear my voice.
You listen to my silly little theorys
That make no sense,
But for some reason
You still edknowledge them.
You catch my tears
Before they fall,
And wash away the fears
That make me tremble
Hearing you say,
“It’s going to be okay”,
Molds me
Into a ball of security.
Please,
Don’t leave me.
My love,
Take my hand
And never let go.
You’re my other half.
The half that makes me whole.
My heart is in your hand.
Be fragile with it.
Don’t break it
Even if you leave,
Don’t break my heart.
The pieces of it are whithering
Into the open air.
My heart trys to beat,
But the rythm is gone
Without you by my side.
My love,
You can’t leave me.
Don’t go.

]]> By: Katie Barton http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/2009/01/12/january-pieces/comment-page-1/#comment-526 Katie Barton Wed, 04 Feb 2009 00:22:39 +0000 http://ilovegoodgrammar.edublogs.org/?p=35#comment-526 "Him" People tell him to be a "simple man", But all he is,is complicated. His heart is in the wrong place. Put your ear to his chest, You won't hear a single beat. When he crys, It's from his self-doubt. He knows he's cold, But he listen to the words That people say when they tell him, "Have a heart.". These are the words of a helping hand, But these words are incomprehensible to him; He doesn't understand. When he looks in the mirror, He sees the monster he has become, But all he does is run away from the truth That he really is horrible. He makes "her" cry, But all he does is tremble from the anger From his own self. He was meant to be a failure The day he left the womb. He thinks he's all alone, But there's so many like him. He trys to grab ahold of that helping hand, But all he does is lose grip. He's a failure in his own unigue way. If this is true, Why do I love him so? “Him”
People tell him to be a “simple man”,
But all he is,is complicated.
His heart is in the wrong place.
Put your ear to his chest,
You won’t hear a single beat.
When he crys,
It’s from his self-doubt.
He knows he’s cold,
But he listen to the words
That people say when they tell him,
“Have a heart.”.
These are the words of a helping hand,
But these words are incomprehensible to him;
He doesn’t understand.
When he looks in the mirror,
He sees the monster he has become,
But all he does is run away from the truth
That he really is horrible.
He makes “her” cry,
But all he does is tremble from the anger
From his own self.
He was meant to be a failure
The day he left the womb.
He thinks he’s all alone,
But there’s so many like him.
He trys to grab ahold of that helping hand,
But all he does is lose grip.
He’s a failure in his own unigue way.
If this is true,
Why do I love him so?

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