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Student Poets' Spotlight for 2008

"During the 2007-2008 school year, I have taught numerous poetry workshops in public and private elementary and secondary schools throughout the Commonwealth of Virginia.  This Special Student Spotlight page features outstanding poems by some of those students and acknowledges, beneath each poem, the names of their dedicated teachers." -- Carolyn Kreiter-Foronda

Index of School Poets: Scroll down or click on Student's Poem

1. Clouds Cover the Sky, Allie Hoffman, 6th grade, Daniel Morgan Middle School, Winchester, VA, Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

2. Look Up in the Sky, Christian Hoffman, 6th grade, Daniel Morgan Middle School, Winchester, VA, Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

3. Parades Coming Soon, Abby Thomas, 6th grade, Daniel Morgan Middle School, Winchester, VA, Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

4. Spring, Apple Blossoms, Ryan Johnstone, 6th grade,Daniel Morgan Middle School,Winchester, VA,Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

5. The Fun Has Started! Neda Mounib, 6th grade,Daniel Morgan Middle School,Winchester, VA,Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

6. Gold, Black, and Pale Pink, Nicole Smith, 6th grade, Daniel Morgan Middle School, Winchester, VA,Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

7. A Bird Sings Her Song, Nicole Smith, 6th grade, Daniel Morgan Middle School,Winchester, VA ,Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

8. A Player Running, Clifton Ambers, 6th grade,Daniel Morgan Middle School,Winchester, VA,Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

9. Flashing Car, Gregorio Cruz and Erick Reyes, 6th grade,Daniel Morgan Middle School,Winchester, VA,Gretchen Saunders and Beth Huddleston, teachers

 

10. No Tengo Alas ---  I Don’t Have Wings, Toni Angel and Brenda Torres, 6th grade, Daniel Morgan Middle School, Winchester, VA,Ann Anderson and Beth Huddleston, teachers

 

11. In Love, Aspen Alexander, 6th grade,Daniel Morgan Middle School,Winchester, VA,Ann Anderson, teacher

 

12. Red Poppy, Killian McPartland, 6th grade, Daniel Morgan Middle School,Winchester, VA, Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

13. The Shadow Leaves, Nora Burgess, 7th grade, Daniel Morgan Middle School,Winchester, VA,Beth Buerkel and Kim Farley, teachers

 

14. Green Apple on Black Plate, Sam Forbes, Middle School,The Steward School,Richmond, VA,Donna Jackson, teacher

 

15. Jim Bill, Class poem, kindergarten,The Steward School,Richmond, VA,Kate Strickland, teacher

 

16. Jim Bill, Class poem, kindergarten,The Steward School,Richmond, VA,Jennifer Haar, teacher

 

17. Jim Bill, Class poem, kindergarten,The Steward School,Richmond, VA,Catherine Hathaway,teacher

 

18. If Not, Not, Sherwood Elder,Henrico High School, IB Program,Richmond, VA,Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

19. Bandit, Sheila Palmer,Henrico High School, IB Program,Richmond, VA,Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

20. Life, Just One, Marquis Massenburg,Henrico High School, IB Program,Richmond, VA,Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

21. Unafraid, Lauren Winston, Henrico High School, IB Program,Richmond, VA,Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

22. The Death of Socrates, Kevin Desai,Henrico High School, IB Program,Richmond, VA,Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

23. Starry Night, Jack Van Vleck,Henrico High School, IB Program,Richmond, VA,Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

24. Life Cycles, Garrett Roberts, Henrico High School, IB Program,Richmond, VA,Priscilla Biddle,teacher

 

25. Do They Make a Sound? Devin Jefferson,Henrico High School, IB Program,Richmond, VA,Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

26. I Eat Reverse Carrots (What is Your Sign), Calvin Woo, Henrico High School, IB Program,Richmond, VA,Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

27. Man Sitting, Arasim Kyle, Henrico High School, IB Program,Richmond, VA,Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

28. The Stone Eater, Nikolas Hayes, Henrico High School, IB Program,Richmond, VA,Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

29. Buttons, Kerri Murphy, Henrico High School, IB Program,Richmond, VA,Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

Clouds Cover the Sky

 

Clouds cover the sky

No hope for blooming flower

Then the sun peeks out

 

Allie Hoffman, 6th grade

Daniel Morgan Middle School

Winchester, VA

Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

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Look Up in the Sky

 

Look up in the sky

There goes a dog floating high

As it came, it goes.

         

Christian Hoffman, 6th grade

Daniel Morgan Middle School

Winchester, VA

Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

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Parades Coming Soon

 

Parades coming soon,

Funnel cakes and carnivals.

Anticipation!

 

Abby Thomas, 6th grade

Daniel Morgan Middle School

Winchester, VA

Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

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Spring, Apple Blossoms

 

Spring, Apple blossoms

Spring, white coated streets, not snow

We awaited you!

           

Ryan Johnstone, 6th grade

Daniel Morgan Middle School

Winchester, VA

Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

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The Fun Has Started!

 

The fun has started!

Sweet sound of children’s laughter

Apple blossom spring!

 

Neda Mounib, 6th grade

Daniel Morgan Middle School

Winchester, VA

Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

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Gold, Black, and Pale Pink

 

Gold, black, and pale pink

The green stem is quivering

Delicate flower

 

Nicole Smith, 6th grade

Daniel Morgan Middle School

Winchester, VA

Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

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A Bird Sings Her Song

 

A bird sings her song

Hear the nature’s melody

Heaven’s gift aglow

 

Nicole Smith, 6th grade

Daniel Morgan Middle School

Winchester, VA

Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

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A Player Running

 

A player running

Through the bored and tired grass

Excited again!

 

Clifton Ambers, 6th grade

Daniel Morgan Middle School

Winchester, VA

Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

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Flashing Car

 

Flashing

Flashing

Red car going

Down the street

Fast

Fast

Fast

Fast

 

With his tail on fire

And his wheels

Pop

Pop

Popping!

 

            Gregorio Cruz and Erick Reyes, 6th grade

            Daniel Morgan Middle School

            Winchester, VA

            Gretchen Saunders and Beth Huddleston, teachers

 

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No Tengo Alas               I Don’t Have Wings

 

No tengo alas                           I don’t have wings

Para ir al                                   to go to the

Cielo pero                                Sky, but I have words

Si tengo palabras                      to tell you “I love you.”

Para desirte

“Te quiero.”

 

            Toni Angel and Brenda Torres, 6th grade

            Daniel Morgan Middle School

            Winchester, VA

            Ann Anderson and Beth Huddleston, teachers

 

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In Love

 

Have you

Ever thought

Love was blind

It is

 

Love is like

Wind in your hair

Back and forth

Back and forth

Love is to find

One who you love and love

Forever

 

            Aspen Alexander, 6th grade

            Daniel Morgan Middle School

            Winchester, VA

            Ann Anderson, teacher

 

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Red Poppy

--after Georgia O’Keeffe’s Red Poppy

 

Darkness, sitting in.

Red wilderness trying to

Find its own way out.

 

            Killian McPartland, 6th grade

            Daniel Morgan Middle School

            Winchester, VA

            Beth Huddleston, teacher

 

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The Shadow Leaves

 

The shadow leaves, mottled

with shades of nothingness;

feeling of cold sleep.

 

            Nora Burgess, 7th grade

            Daniel Morgan Middle School

            Winchester, VA

            Beth Buerkel and Kim Farley, teachers

 

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Green Apple on Black Plate

--inspired by Georgia O’Keeffe

 

Sitting on the plate,

the plate dark as the night sky,

apple makes life abundant

 

            Sam Forbes, Middle School

            The Steward School

            Richmond, VA

            Donna Jackson, teacher

 

 

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Jim Bill

--a persona poem, inspired by a piece of sculpture

 

 

I am Jim Bill.

I caught a ten-pound catfish.

I caught a rainbow fish, swordfish,

            a shark, whale, puffer fish, and a rockfish.

I love the turquoise sea.

I love my gray fishing rod.

I like the sea, royal blue, and the sun rising.

I love the rainbow and the sky.

I love America.

I love because I live on the earth.

 

            Class poem, kindergarten

            The Steward School

            Richmond, VA

            Kate Strickland, teacher

 

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Jim Bill

--a persona poem, inspired by a piece of sculpture

 

 

I am Jim Bill.

May I come over and fish with you?

We’ll go fishing in the Cowpasture River,

            and then we’ll go fishing in the sea.

I love fishing for salmon, croaker, and catfish.

If we don’t catch anything, we’ll buy fish

            at the country store.

We’ll go home, clean, cook, and eat our catch,

            and later we’ll have a snack.

 

            Class poem, kindergarten

            The Steward School

            Richmond, VA

            Jennifer Haar, teacher

 

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Jim Bill

--a persona poem, inspired by a piece of sculpture

 

 

I am Jim Bill.

I fish in a pond and also

            in the Atlantic Ocean.

I catch a medium-sized tuna.

I’m in a white wooden boat

            with decorations

            on the sides

            and glowing stars

            on the bottom.

There’s someone standing

            on the boat and fishing.

The sun is shining.

We catch a lot of fish.

 

            --Class poem, kindergarten

            The Steward School

            Richmond, VA

            Catherine Hathaway

 

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If Not, Not

--inspired by R.B. Kitaj’s If Not, Not

 

 

You, building

What have you done? And why so foreboding?

In the midst of the fire and shadows

You stand unshaken

Your weapon smolders in an ominous cloud around you

You stand unfazed

Dead bodies are not even the blink of an eye

Do you not care about despair laid at you feet?

The black ink spills from your body

But it does not hide you

You do not care to be hidden.

The ink spills

It cannot be erased, the damage is done

The stagnant pool spreads at your feet over your destruction

Your rubble

It will consume the land, the plague reaching from field to field

But you stand firm, admiring your work

Your battle is won

You are your king.

 

            Sherwood Elder

            Henrico High School, IB Program

            Richmond, VA

            Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

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Bandit

--inspired by Dime Piece’s Step Up

 

Bandit in the dark of night

One fashion diva taking flight

A cape around that perfect neck

She hums melodies of cash and checks

Look, look! At this fashion vandal

Turning her back on every fashion scandal

Creeping alone, making a plight

Thump thump thump, in the dark of night.

 

One step higher than the others

Idol to all fashion lovers.

She is the light, when all is dark

In blackness she is the only spark

Hero or criminal, is her design?

We’ll know as soon as she crosses the line.

 

Sheila Palmer

Henrico High School, IB Program

Richmond, VA

Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

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Life, Just One

--inspired by Dogs Playing Poker by C.M. Coolidge

 

 

You only get one life
And it is what you make it,
So if you see something you want in life,
You should reach out and take it

They say you can only play the cards you’re dealt
But want happens when I take the deck and deal the cards myself
I could deal myself a straight or maybe a flush
Life would be calm, no need to fight, yell, or fuss

I could help out a friend
Maybe make our hands the same
We could split the pot and share the fame
Hey, life’s not fair we’re just playing the game

Or maybe I’d just get the deck back and let life run its course
And let the cards fall by the true Dealer’s force
Because having too much can change one’s true face
And make them only want to cheat to win the race

Hey, I know it’s not right, but just to be safe
And make my life more stable
I may still keep a few aces under the table

 

            Marquis Massenburg

            Henrico High School, IB Program

            Richmond, VA

            Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

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Unafraid

--after Henri Rousseau’s The Sleeping Gypsy

 

After an unending day, of walking alone I seek rest in my solitude.

I have so long to go, but I find beauty in nature- peace and tranquility.

The river moves slowly as the sun beats down my back so I pause in awe

            From what it is.

They ostracize me for walking alone, but those in nature live this way.

My music and the river move two in one, but no one seems to understand me

            For who I am.

I wish I could strum the strings all night, but the costal breeze slows my heart beat

And sends me dreaming; I am alone and unafraid. I understand that nature and I are one.

            The sound of the river soothes me, and in my peace I still am afraid,

Not of those who live, but of those like me who walk on two legs, but still I must sleep

            I have so long to go.

I dreamt of walking in a slight breeze, strumming my guitar and moving unnoticed, and I

felt no fear as I slept alone because someone was there. He was a part of nature, beautiful

in his relationship with nature, unlike those like me. I understand him

            For who he is.

 

            Lauren Winston

            Henrico High School, IB Program

            Richmond, VA

            Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

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The Death of Socrates

--inspired by Jacques-Louis David’s The Death of Socrates

 

 

A thinking man has died

A teacher has died

Self-knowledge has ended

But the beginning of the Socratic Method has started

All the troubles in his life have ended

He is now free from the shackles of life and thought

He throws the shackles down

But he points his finger towards Olympus

But before he leaves Man’s world

He asks one last question

Who should I condemn for making me live through my perilous journey?

Be it the democracy that motivates free speech?

Be it the hierarchy that that never happened?

Be it the Olympian Gods that don’t exist?

Or be it Man’s own ego and rational thinking?

 

            Kevin Desai

            Henrico High School, IB Program

            Richmond, VA

            Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

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Starry Night

--after Vincent Van Gogh’s Starry Night

 

He curses those that keep him in,

Wavering light knocking, making an evil din,

It keeps him awake throughout the days,

And eats at his heart, in the form of malaise,

His tree, it taunts him,

Waxing, and gnarling its limbs,

Inside with the sinister moon,

He sees the bane within the boon,

For although he needs no fire,

He must remain awake, slow to tire,

For his house glows as if alight,

And he is trapped inside, under a starry night.

 

            Jack Van Vleck

            Henrico High School, IB Program

            Richmond, VA

            Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

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Life Cycles

--inspired by Coffin for Sacred Cat in Egypt

by Egyptians of the Ptolemaic period

 

 

Life one, after months of preparation

at the careful hands of a sculptor to

memorialize a pet or symbol to the gods

Life two, I stand in a room in an Egyptian

Palace looking vacantly at the passing dynasties

That rule over this kingdom

Life three, I am taken to a dark place where there is no

Light to follow my new master to the afterlife but where will I be

Life four, staring black into space I remember the other lives I have lived

And regretted not remaining in the palace

Life five, I scream I scream for a way out my boredom goes beyond no bounds

Life six, I do not know how much time has passed but now only my voice

And mine alone is the only thing left in a tomb of darkness

Life seven, I began to dread my fate as I hear hammering at the walls that have sheltered

me

Life eight, I am handed down trader by trader to people who see me as a decoration and

damage me by making me insignificant a simple piece of trash

Life nine, at last I am looking out at life again with people back and wondering what my

life was like, what was my purpose.  Knowing this is my life I look and know that soon

it will be the end 

 

                Garrett Roberts

            Henrico High School, IB Program

            Richmond, VA

            Priscilla Biddle, Teacher

 

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Do They Make a Sound?

--after Mary McCrossan’s Ruins in the Forest

 

If ruins collapse in the forest,

and no one is around to hear them

Do they make a sound?

The destruction of a home

The chaos of stone askew

For a home you must rome

To start life anew

 

What if someone was around

To hear those ruins, tumbling to the ground?

Does it make much more of a difference

Of the chaos that follows

The disturbance of the other animals for instance

Or the rearrangement of the hollows

 

Does is matter if noise is made

When it is all said and done

On the forest floor the ruins are laid

Either way, they gave it a good run.

 

Devin Jefferson

Henrico High School, IB Program

Richmond, VA

Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

 

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I Eat Reverse Carrots (What is Your Sign)

--inspired by Terry Brown’s Dangle

 

I woke this morning

Thinking “today will be different”

 

Staring into the suns I felt like I was at Tomorrow

The morning twilight set my eyes

To a world of destruction and malice

Where Honesty’s slave was honesty

And limbs were severed from limbs

 

It felt like it was the future

When it was really a merging of past and never

 

The bare empty walls spoke volumes

Whispering horror stories in my ear

 

Sunlight reached out to me

And told me of her infection

She told me of the connection

Binding the stones and seeds of man to rot

 

She told me of the encasement

And how they harnessed beauty

“Forever is now never” she said,

“And never is today”

 

I could never understand her

And I watched her pale skin bleed

Man raped the goddess

And I watched through the eyes of the dead

 

With the entombment of space-time

And our world hanging before us

I knew there would be a sequence in the stream

 

This twisted light made things reverse

In silence speak the words

When drained and bled

The soul of mankind rests in the wake

 

Compromise the solution

To falsify the odds

 

Trust in my resolution

 

This life is hanging by a thread

 

            Calvin Woo

            Henrico High School, IB Program

            Richmond, VA

            Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

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Man Sitting

--after Wayne Thiebaud’s Man Sitting

 

Sitting 

Seated, softly

Deliberate

 

My hands are costumed in something that isn’t mine

And these eyes are vacant

Like there’s glass in between

And this vision is distorted

And this forehead is creasing

 

Spectator, my vision is

Like a metronome, and I’m watching myself

But I’m not what I used to be

And if I speak I wake up

Because it’s quiet, and this room is empty

The silence is perfect

And if I move I wake up

And I’m still sitting here

 

            Arasim Kyle

            Henrico High School, IB Program

            Richmond, VA

            Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

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The Stone Eater

--after a painting by Terrance Lindall

 

It squats like a child

naked and knelt,

Hunger

 

The flames approach from behind the stone eater

thirsty, towering,

They scorch

 

A riverbed that once flowed with water

charred and cracked,

Drought

 

The cuckoo perches on the knee of the stone eater

dormant, drained,

It stoops

 

Hands that once moved on the surface of the clock

steady and silent,

Suspension

 

The round stones border the stone eater

even, eroded,

They are still

 

Faces engraved on the stone

wailing and weeping,

Doom

 

The folk lay at the feet of the stone eater

fearing, fleeing,

The end

 

            Nikolas Hayes

            Henrico High School, IB Program

            Richmond, VA

            Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

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Buttons

--after Berlin Abstraction by Marsden Hartley

 

 

As I lay on my back looking at the sun

I wonder who else is staring into this surrounding deep blue.

Could it be the little blonde boy

With the mud stained overalls?

The one who holds his mother’s hand on the way to church?

 

What about the sad teenager down the block

With her larger-than-life eyes and perpetual frown?

The one who looks like his secret is too much to hold on

And she wants to let someone inside of the world she’s trapped herself in?

 

OR maybe it is the old couple

With the crinkly eyes and staggered steps?

The ones who slowly cross though the park each afternoon

At exactly three hours past twelve?

 

Perhaps it’s you

With your martini glass in hand and not a thought in your mind?

The one who reads poetry, wears frocks of black and fancies mood lighting

All to maintain an image you feel you cannot break?

 

And it may be that every man in the world has more to live for than I

But at this moment

As I gaze at the blue abyss illumined by that giant ball of fire

I feel a contentment that I know may never grace my body again.

 

            Kerri Murphy

            Henrico High School, IB Program

            Richmond, VA

            Priscilla Biddle, teacher

 

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Read the work of student poets previously featured in the 2007 Students' Spotlight.

 

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