Colegio Bilinge Campo Verde Literature Anthology Alma

Poetry

Lucia Thomas Camacho 5to bach. A 5/September/111

Lyric

My Heart Sings
In the song of life, all lyrics need a melody. You are the lyric and you are the melody. You are the lyric of my heart and of my soul. The beauty of the rose, speaks a lyric of love. Love, speaks a lyric of you. The silent lyric of goodness, echoes from within you. My heart, speaks the lyric of love...to only you. Let the words...the lyric...that bind, pass between us. Let the lyric, of you...of me...be as one. A million words I can speak of you and the lyrics would be the same...I love you now. I always will

Author: Joe Fazio

Joseph "Joe" R. Fazio (born September 11, 1942) is an Australian rower who competed in the 1968 Summer Olympics. He was born in Sydney, attended St. Joseph's College, Hunters Hill rowing in the senior VIII In 1968 he was a crew member of the Australian boat which won the silver medal in the eights event.

Narrative

Fight
Jock bit his mittens off and blew his thumbs; He scraped the fresh sleet from the frozen sign: Men Wanted--Volunteers. Like gusts of brine He whiffed deliriums Of sound--the droning roar of rolling, rolling drums And shrilling fifes, like needles in his spine, And drank, blood-bright from sunrise and wild shore, The wine of war.

With ears and eyes he drank and dizzy brain Till all the snow danced red. The little shacks That lined the road of muffled hackmatacks Were roofed with the red stain, Which spread in reeling rings on icy-blue Champlain And splotched the sky like daubs of sealing-wax, That darkened when he winked, and when he stared Caught fire and flared.

Men Wanted--Volunteers! The village street, Topped by the slouching store and slim flagpole, Loomed grand as Rome to his expanding soul; Grandly the rhythmic beat Of feet in file and flags and fifes and filing feet, The roar of brass and unremitting roll Of drums and drums bewitched his boyish mood-Till he hallooed.. ETC

Author: Percy Mackaye

MacKaye was born in New York City, New York. After graduating from Harvard in 1897, he traveled in Europe for three years, residing in Rome, Switzerland and London, studying at the University of Leipzig in 18991900. He returned to New York City to teach at a private school until 1904, when he joined a colony of artists and writers in Cornish, New Hampshire, and devoted himself entirely to dramatic work. He wrote the plays The Canterbury Pilgrims in 1903, Sappho and Phaon in 1907, in 1907, The Scarecrow in 1908, Anti-Matrimony in 1910, and the poetry collection The Far Familiar in 1937. In 1950, MacKaye published The Mystery of Hamlet King of Denmark, or What We Will, a series of four plays written as prequels to William Shakespeare's Hamlet.

Ballads

Valentine

Angels descend to the ground Spreading Love all around Roses, diamonds and a warm embrace A heart on my palm, you now trace Candles, candy and a fine wine To a ballad we sway in time... Whispering the words, 'I love you.' Through this world, go we two...

Author: Rhonda Baker

Rhonda Baker Debevec joined the firm in 1997 and was named as a partner in 2007. In her years with the firm Rhonda has gained extensive experience in a variety of different types of litigation involving negligent medical care, personal injury, wrongful termination from employment, defective machinery, and workplace injury. Career highlights include obtaining a verdict in excess of onehalf million dollars with partner Dennis Lansdowne for a young woman who had been sexually harassed by her employer; a substantial verdict for a patient who suffered complications from a retained surgical sponge, and a settlement in excess of one million dollars against a gas station for its illegal sale of beer to an under-aged customer. The customer was later responsible for a drunkdriving accident that killed two teenagers.

Free Verse

Hopeless

However you look at it I can't Deny myself the torture And run the risk that maybe This is the time it won't hurt. With the door closed or open I Can still hear the laughte, Catch the voice I'd give anything to hear In my ear-Whetstones, whether to cut Rope or flesh the knife and I Cannot decide. And I close my eyes like a melodramatist Hoping someone pulls the curtain And bang my head against the wall. It will not go away. And he will not leave unless I want him to stay.

Author: Katherine Foreman

Katherine G. Forman is a graduate of the University of Vermont with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Geography & Political Science with a certificate in Computer Software. Shes worked with ESRI, the worlds leading GIS software company, on a handheld mapping project for first responders. The effort allows responding firefighters the ability to view site locations and building floor plans on their handheld computers. Ms. Forman has university and college emergency planning experience through her employment at the University of Vermont including pandemic planning and preparation. She has developed and managed emergency operations plans and procedures. Ms.Forman is pursuing a Masters Degree in Public Administration and currently serves on the local emergency planning committee (LEPC) in Chittenden County, Vermont

Haiku

Living in Bowling Green (Ghazal)

Excuse me, but my favorite color isnt green Even though I live in the city of Bowling Green. In its history the people played such lively games. On many sunny days their fun was bowling on the Green. In his boyhood here there lived a man named Duncan Hines. One day you might find his colored cakes in Irish green. Oh yes, this city is the home of the car Corvette. If it pleases you, you can own one painted blue green. The school my son attended here was Bowling Green High. His closest friend in French class was Emily Green. About once a week I visit our Bowling Green Mall. There you can plainly see its signs printed all in green. With pollution and economy the way they are, I am happy to see the city still going green.

Author Ben Gieske

When I was taking square dance lessons from Larry Johansen in 2004 I was fascinated by his equipment and calling. Larry's wife Pat suggested that I try calling. Larry lent me some equipment and records and encouraged me to practice calling. After I got the basics he let me call a tip at some of his dances. I have called at a number of clubs, also at some private parties. I taught at the Bethel College Youth Group in St. Francis. I have also called on some FSTM (Friendship Set To Music) shows. (42, 43, 70, 71, 74, 75, 115, 116, 123, 124)

Rhyming Couplets

My feelings for you no words can tell, Except for maybe go to hell.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowls empty and so is your head.

Author: Jamima Khan

Jemima Marcelle Khan, born 30 January 1974) is a British writer and campaigner. She is associate editor of the Independent newspaper and European editor large for Vanity Fair. She has worked as a charity fundraiser, human rights campaigner and contributing writer for British newspapers and magazines. Khan first gained notice in the United Kingdom as a young heiress, the daughter of Lady Annabel and Sir James Goldsmith. She was married to the retired Pakistani cricketer Imran Khan between 1995 and their divorce in 2004. For the next three years, from 2004 to 2007, Khan gained worldwide media attention for her romantic relationship with British film star Hugh Grant.

Limericks

Just a Girl in a Queue

There once was a girl ~ Mary Lou Fairest of hair, eyes of blue. She courted a boy His christian name was Roy But he left her for somebody new. Mary cried - whate'er could she do? She was only a girl in a queue! Roy was the rover, Charming as clover But he married a sweet Peggy Sue.

Author: Joyce Hemsley