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Untitled Poem By Jojo Solomon

Why is it that every time I have to speak The words dribble about of my mouth like a worm from a beak? My brain just decides “why don’t I screw him over?” I am about as lucky as a leafless clover But the adrenaline that you get from the people There is no feeling like that in the world that is equal The fun of life is the ride itself The story about the elf on the shelf The bumps and bruises you get on the way The thought of knowing that you’ll be ok Although I might freeze in front of a crowd After you're done you will feel proud So before you send off a scary thought You will always remember the experience you got. Read more →


Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nothing Gold Can Stay Life is fleeting. It is to be enjoyed.~Tori Amos All pleasure in life is ephemeral. In the poem Nothing Gold Can Stay, by Robert Frost, Frost connects the short-lived New England springs to the fleeting senses of euphoria in life. There is no guarantee that pleasure will last, and when it does not, the antithesis of joy may come in its place: “Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief” [Line 5-6, Nothing Gold Can Stay] Frost tells his short story in a poem chronologically, starting at the beginning of spring. “Nature’s first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold.” [Line 1-2, Nothing Gold Can Stay] After the flowers and trees bud, Frost conjures images of young spring flowers. Like the tulip sprouting from the near-frozen ground in late march, joy, in whatever form it may take, may be puny and insignificant. As dawn goes down to day, pleasure sinks to content, and further to melancholy. Frost’s poem is a poignant reminder to savor the moment, delivered in eight brief lines. Nothing gold can stay, but this poem will. Leaves will fade, wilt, and glide down into their grave. But, as always, life will begin anew. By Isaac Ostrow & Cam Fries Read more →


Moses' Math Homework

I wake up this morning to the rising sun But then I remember my homework's not done I can't tell my parents because they'll be mad But if I don't finish my grade will be bad I get dressed and run down the stairs To my mom yelling that the an is almost there. I think to myself, this is not good, last night I got distracted by the Jew crew brotherhood I get to school and get right on my science But I couldn't get work done becasue my friends were defiant I finally finished and was late for class too Then I realized thsat I still had math to do I head off to class thinking: "how can I do it?" But then I realized that I can just jew it I snapped and then Moses appeared He looked pretty classy with his long white beard "What is your wish, my fellow Jew?" "I wish for my math homework to be done before the dew." "Your wish has been granted, my fellow Jew" My math homework was done, sections one, three, and two. Thank you Moses, you are the best. No problem, my friend. May your life be blessed. Then he disappeared, as most Moses's do. After this, I felt my Jewiness grew. I headed out to math with a confident stride I pulled out my homework with so much pride "What are you smiling about?" My math teacher said. I smiled and laughed knowing I had a... Read more →


Moses' Math Homework

I wake up this morning to the rising sun But then I remember my homework's not done I can't tell my parents because they'll be mad But if I don't finish my grade will be bad I get dressed and run down the stairs To my mom yelling that the an is almost there. I thinnk to myself, this is not good, last night I got distracted by the Jew crew bbrotherhood I get to school and get right on my science But I couldn't get work done becasue my friends were defiant I finally finished and was late for class too Then I realized thsat I still had math to do I head off to class thinking: "how can I do it?" But then I realized that I can just jew it I snapped and then Moses appeared He looked pretty classy with his long white beard "What is your wish, my fellow Jew?" "I wish for my math homework to be done before the dew." "Your wish has been granted, my fellow Jew" My mathhomework was done, sections one, three, and two. Thank you Moses, you are the best. No problem, my friend. May your life be blessed. Then he disappeared, as most Moses's do. After this, I felt my Jewiness grew. I headed out to math with a confident stride I pulled out my homework with so much pride "What are you smiling about?" My math teacher said. I smiled and laughed knowing I had a long... Read more →


Joe Solomon: Feelings of Fall

I step outside The air, crisp as a cortland apple It takes over my lungs like the gas chambers in Germany The cold comes over me like a wave The smells of last nights fire still hangs in the air The sounds of birds screeching as there young plummet to their death I still feel the cold touch of my uncle’s hand as he slips into darkness I still hear the last words that he spoke, ringing in my ears The words, I love you, I love you, I love you I still see the grim dew on the old worn down window pain I step back inside and let the warmth overtakes me. Read more →


The elixir of life Is finally renewed. Its liquid percolates through Every vine, bud and tree stump, Refreshing all of nature’s canals. An infant's precious cry Echoes off the leaf-green walls Surrounding its rickety hospital crib. The first of many: Either cries of joy or fiery anger. Flowers that surrendered To the ferocious winter Are permitted a new beginning. The lone daffodil lunges upwards, Blasting through the frozen dirt With its newly acquired jackhammer, Grain after grain, It is engulfed in the suns massive reign. A peasant in a universal kingdom. Blue birds and blood-red cardinals Stain the sky, As heaven’s gates are unlocked, Releasing paradise’s alluring, inviting fluid. It’s a season that may not last forever, But it lasts long enough to cleanse all. Spring. Read more →


Jake Goorno: A Mother's Love

A mother’s love The spring of eternal love That brightens our lives A mother’s dreams To see her children grow And know she made a difference A mother’s arms So welcoming, so warm The only constant shelter A mother’s smile Inspirational and encouraging The best feeling in the world A mother’s work Unrecognized and unfinished But ever present and important We may not always show our gratitude But we forever treasure your love and care Read more →


Happy Mother's Day!

Everyone else walks away, yet she stays. To lead me and to make sure that I am fine She is always willing to clear the haze Just another way she that helps me shine Support is always felt when I see her, Yet she can be harsh, but for a reason. And I know that she's not just a driver. She loves me no matter what the season. She is always is the first to get going For when the times get tough, she perseveres, Never the first to give up or give in It kills me to see her face filled with tears Good mothers are ones who give up their time, But the great mothers are ones just like mine Read more →


E.J. Fitzsimmons: A Drop in the Ocean

We start off timid, A drop of rain in the ocean. A grain of sand on the beach. A single cloud in the sky. By the fifth grade we seem old, We are the great kings, We are the powerful presidents, But only of the lower school. Middle school as a whole new journey. All new buildings, all new classes. Stuck in the middle Of a sea of people. In the eighth grade you’re almost there. Within reaching distance of supreme. You are the Elders, but you’re not fully there. Almost at the top. Seniors seem all powerful, In their fancy senior seats. But we’re still just one of you, A raindrop in the ocean. I wrote this poem using the Microsoft speech recognition software. I had to do a little bit of editing after writing all of this, but it was fun to give it a try. It is my first time using this so it didn’t turn out too great in the beginning but it got a little better as I progressed. Read more →


Odom Sam: Ode to the Pillow

There placed in the heap, A cloud From the sky, Floating, A piece of the heavens, I found you lifeless. In the vicinity, Were the couches, Lamps, Love seats, Of a hospitable home, Clocks, Chairs, Of the broken household, Of the variety, Of the ever working factories. From the Labor Of men and their lasting effort. You have been born. A bright silver spectator, Observing unimaginable ideas of the wandering mind. Only you can Contour your body to cradle the irreplaceable head. Your cloud-like innards That cushion any weight that befalls upon the surface. Your mellifluous exterior concealed by perturbed silk. A symbol of relaxation, Feathery Rectangle, Comforting The tired, Rejuvenating the weak, Product of the rough, supple hands, A downy, velvety pillow. Reliable coziness that Lies on the platform of dreams. Read more →