By Yolimar De Leon Spring 2012

By Yolimar De Leon Spring 2012
Yolimar’s Book of Art By Yolimar De Leon Spring 2012

Dedication I dedicate this to my mom who inspires me to do art each day.

By Yolimar De Leon Beltran
Personal Poem By Yolimar De Leon Beltran I am Yolimar De Leon Beltran. My friends call me Yoli because it’ easier for them to say. My real name is dangerous flower of the sea. I think it kind of fits, since I like flowers and the sea. Dangerous stuff is my favorite topic because it’s exciting. The animal inside of me is a wolf. I’m strong and passionate, and I like to stay in groups. But sometimes I have to fend for myself. The object inside of me is a rose. It's beautiful and frail, but also tough and strong. A word that’s written on my forehead is ‘sensitive’ because I feel things stronger than others. A sound I love is Coqies singing. A sound I hate is shrieking.

A smell I love is roses in the bloom of spring
A smell I love is roses in the bloom of spring. A smell I hate is garbage. My favorite time of day is the afternoon because it’s sunny and it’s lunchtime! If my hands could speak they would say,” Do some more art!” A memory I remember from my childhood is that I threw my sister’s pony up the roof with my cousin. A phrase my family often say to me is “Nina!”

Couplet By Yolimar De Leon MARY ANNE LOU Mary Anne Lou was a beloved soul She was as jumpy as a toad. Her death was a tragedy and very suffering She drowned while she was swimming. Her funeral was held in a gloomy room Who knew she swam to her doom?

Quatrain By Yolimar De Leon LOVE Love is learning to live your life apart While it’s smiling at you from a person’s heart. It’s unknown how powerful it can be Or if it can overpower you completely. The feeling is wonderful like a sweet summer breeze You get really happy and full with glee. As it’s smiling down at you What could you do? It’s like coqies making a song Or birds singing Crickets chirping A mom saying, “ I love you” all along Your family and friends And loved ones too All have the same feeling While they’re looking down at you

Haiku By Yolimar De Leon FOREST IN THE MOONLIGHT Owls fly everywhere Water shimmers with fish scales Darkness fills the air

Limerick By LAMB WITH BROKEN BONES There once was a girl named Gadan That once went went BOOM into a lamb It broke all it’s bones Then called some smaller gnomes Now she rests inside a small dam

Ballad By Yolimar De Leon I DON’T KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED There were happy times before this happened Playing games that were really lame Laughing and singing all day But now it’s just isn’t the same I don’t know how it happened But I can conclude That the only one who knows Is you Sitting in my seat watching that big brown box Everyone is crying even mom but I don’t know why She was so mad and sad that she cried on my dad So I cried and gave I sigh

About the Author Yolimar De Leon lives in Sterling, Virginia. She was born in Humacao, Puerto Rico. She started writing poems recently and her inspiration is her great-grandmother because she was a poet.

Jad’s book of crazy poem’s!!!
By Jad Raqi Spring 2012

Dedication I would like to dedicate this book to Mrs.Dolar for teaching us how to write each poem and helping make them perfect.

Personal Poem I am Jad Raqi I am also Jabby each other hour. My real name means serious but it’s funny me serious? Just the thought of it make’s me laugh The animal in side me is a majestic Condor because they love to sore in the sky and they can also put up a good fight they know they’ll win. An apple is in my heart a hard good looking outside but a sweet inside just like me. The word focus is written on my forehead because as anyone can see I'm not the most focused kid in the world. I love the sound of music and the sound of people laughing. I hate the sound of people yelling at each other. My favorite smell is chocolate and vanilla ice cream I tastes so good and I eat them on any special occasions. My favorite type of day is late at Night because I am not a big fan of the morning. If my hands could speak they would say try again because I have the ability to do something but I decide to do it the least favorable way. One of my favorite memories is when I landed my first kickflip I can still remember how the adrenaline rush. My moms number one rules is a good or positive attitude. She always attitude is what make up a person’s value and how other people think of them.

Couplet Before I was up to bat coach told me something To throw the game like a basketball throw by J-ling. So I see the ball so I swing I start to run when I herd that “bing!!” We won but the coach felt a sting It was until he fell that’s when I knew I lost his ring.

Quatrain I was walking on the street I see a tall man He looks at my feet He puts me in his silent van He says were going to Japan He ties me up and leaves me So I look around I found something on the ground He comes back with a kid I beat the man with pan So me and the kid ran We hid We went to a cop They saw the man and yelled stop We went home And I wasn’t alone

Glimmering hive Mother Nature’s winged beast Aerodynamic
Haiku By Jad Raqi Glimmering hive Mother Nature’s winged beast Aerodynamic

Limerick There was a ruler named Jad Who was very cool maybe bad AHHHHH he couldn’t stop whining He wasn’t all that shining Now he wasn’t so sad and mad.

Ballad I remember I got deployed I was stuck with Stone I see civilians dying But I was glad I wasn’t alone War breaks out We scream and shout When that shot fired something was wrong But the soldier next to me was out Stone was down I was up I was stunned in fear He was bleeding out I tried to stop it But his pulse was gone, down came a signal tear And Stone was out

About the Author Well I have a little piece of my self in each poem I feel like I'm winning a Grammy but anyway I the topic’s for every poem came from stuff I think about or I do in life and the Ballad is my favorite because I like the theme so much that I had to make it my best and that’s pretty much it.

By Trenton Stunkard Spring 2012
Trenton's Random Poems By Trenton Stunkard Spring 2012

Dedication This is for my mom, brother, and father. It’s for them because it’s mostly about them.

Personal Poem By Trenton Stunkard I am Trenton Stunkard. Sometimes my friends call me Trent, but I don’t really like my nickname. Dragon is my real name. It’s because I was born on the year of the dragon. It reminds me of strength. The animal inside me is a eagle. It reminds me of hope and courage. An angel is inside my heart. An angel is in my heart because angels are protective and nice. The word on my forehead is pray. The word pray is on my forehead because I usually pray for forgiveness in cause I do something bad, to have a good day, and to bless all around me. The sound I love is Christian music. The sound I love is Christian music because its calm, nice, and beautiful. The sound I hate is the sound of someone crying. I hate it because it makes me feel bad and sad. The smell I love is the smell of my moms cooking. The smell I hate is the smell of something burning and the smell of burned rubber.

My favorite time of day is the evening
My favorite time of day is the evening. Because I go to church, take tae kwon do, and my mom goes home during the evening. If my hands could talk they would say stop cracking your knuckles. Because I usually crack my knuckles a couple times a day. Its really bad to crack your knuckles. Something I remember from my childhood is when my uncle’s friend came to my house to cook cheese cake. My mother used to tell me get good games more presents.

Couplet By Trenton Stunkard Every time I go to tae kwon do My brother feels like a tennis pro Every time he tries to kick me He misses me like he cannot see. He’s not as bad as he used to be He’s still pretty bad between you and me

Quatrain By My brother is really weird He says he wants to grow a beard He tries to say peter picked a peck of pickled peppers But he cannot say it correctly My mom really rocks She rocks all the time I don’t get much for a allowance but I get more than a dime But less than fifty dollars My dad is awesome I don’t think his friend is cool Though his kids always duel I still do not like his friend My brother isn’t super cool The good thing is he doesn’t drool My family is the best in the world I’m really lucky to have this family

Insects are awesome They look pretty and icky Insects are the bomb
Haiku By Trenton Stunkard Insects are awesome They look pretty and icky Insects are the bomb

Limerick By Trenton Stunkard There once was a big blob named bob Who had a little blob named Rob He was the color beige Then made a big rampage Now he’s in jail with his blob Rob

Ballad By Today is the day I’ll die I see the general on the floor He told me I’m the general Then I just shut the door Sometimes I sit and wonder Sometimes I hope and pray That I’ll just stay alive But today is the day Today is my brother’s birthday But he just died I’m sorry you had to die Trust me brother I tried sometimes I sit and wonder Last army standing and fighting Trust me brother we will win this fight “boom” the last shot was shot And we win the fight with light and delight

About the Author Trenton Stunkard lives in sterling VA. He goes to river bend middle school. His dream is to be a Christian pastor. He was born in Dallas Texas.

Jack Hartling’s Poetry book
By Jack Hartling Spring 2012

Dedication I Dedicate my poetry book to my father because he inspired me to be a crazy random person for no reason whatsoever at any given time. He is much of the reason I am the way I am today.

Personal Poem By Jack Hartling I am Jack Hartling, people call me jack and I have no nickname My name is narwhal because I'm magical and people look at me like I have a horn on my head The animal inside me is a fly because I eat other peoples food and irritate people I don’t like A sound I love is a narwhal jumping out of the water, a sound I don’t like is a narwhal hitting the water My favorite time of the day is night so I am not around other people because I don’t like people If my hands could speak they would tell me to get up and do something and that they burn from the potato chips When I was 4 I remember making PB & J sandwiches with my dad and wearing an epic chef hat A wise saying my father had was he would walk up to people and repeatedly poke them in the head will saying “is this annoying you is this annoying you”

Couplet By Jack Hartling
The crisp colorful leave’s scraped down the road As I watched the neighbors carry there loads Children scurried like bugs , dressed as frightening witches and ghosts Everyone raises there half empty glasses to a Halloween toast The beautiful leaves have fallen, the trees are bare They sway in the distance standing out like men without hair

Quatrain By Jack Hartling Huddled in a cornered my sore eyes tiredly I heard a stifled cry I rub my sore eyes tiredly As I gazed into the sky Lightning made the air crisp The storm thundered with rage I curled up tighter in my bed As our dog whined it its cage The smell of the salty ocean filled the air I slowly crept down the hall I told my mom of my fears She told me not to worry her voice full of care I trudged back to my bed The savage storm stole many lives that night I thought to myself At least it wasn’t me

Haiku By Jack Hartling Neon green leaves appear A gentle stream will trickle Plants begin a new life

Limerick By Jack Hartling There once was a narwhal named bob who really liked eating kabobs He had a ton of small lice Then he ate them like white rice Now he robs people In a mob

Ballad By Davy Crocket and them boys from Texas Stirred up some trouble But little did they know Their fort would soon be rubble Santa Anna heard of their plan’s Though he’d finish what they’ve begun He charged his army into battle Slowly them Texan's plan’s were undone The army attacked old Alamo mission When the cannon’s begun to hammer The Texan’s realized one thing That none of them were going to the slammer Thought he’d finish what they’ve begun But slowly his plan’s were undone The Texan’s eye’s alight Charged him down like they were insane All will screaming of their plight They sent him back from where he’d came

About the Author Mr. Hartling Currently takes residence in a suburban home located in Sterling VA. He is an accomplished poet {I think}. Many agree that Mr. Hartling belongs in a padded ward for the criminally insane but maybe two or three people think he’s some what normal. Mr. Hartling enjoys narwhals and spend his free time doing something completely wasteful and pointless. He has two brothers one who is 3 and the other is 9 {I think}.

Anna’s poetry By Anna Henry Spring 2012

Dedication I would like to dedicate this to my friends and family, who inspire me to be who I am.

Personal Poem By Anna Henry I am Anna Henry, my family pronounces it Ana. I do not like it when other people call me that. My real name is tigger. It fits me well. I am always bouncing around and I'm not scared of what comes at me. The animal within me is a cow. My family says I have cow eyes. Cows are also very lazy, just like me. There is a star inside my heart. I try to shine bright when I need to. And I'm always shooting around when I'm outside. The word “brave” is on my forehead. I’m not afraid to take risks. I'm always standing up for what I believe in, aware of the consequences that will come after.

I love the sound of my mothers soothing voice, the ice cream truck in the summer, and chirping birds in the spring. I hate the sound of my little brother and wind passing my ears while im on a bike. My favorite smell is warm baked pie right out of the oven. It makes the whole house smell like fresh baked bread. My favorite time of day is summer evening. If my hands could speak they would say “stop cracking me!” I crack my fingers a lot, and I know its not good for you. One of my favorite memories is going to a beach in Thailand. It was amazing! My mother often says “you’re my favorite!” this is because I’m her “mini me” and I get the best grades.

Couplet By Anna Henry Lemonade stands all around In the sky there are no clouds Kids being a yap Stopping me from taking my nap Its time to go to bed Snuggle up with a pillow on my head

Quatrain By Anna Henry Smooth on the outside Squishy on the inside The crescent shape fruit Dances on my tongue They bring joy to me But they’re not a bee I say yum when it comes Its green, no its yellow Then I say hello I would never let one spoil Or I would just boil I was one for Halloween And I will always be The number one fruit in America A banana

Flowers everywhere Warm relaxation of spring Refreshing colors
Haiku By Anna Henry Flowers everywhere Warm relaxation of spring Refreshing colors

Limerick By Anna Henry There was once a boy named jerry Who wanted to eat some cherries He sat back in a chair Then he saw a huge bear Now he's too scared to eat berries

Ballad By Anna Henry You have no privacy So your sister steels your stuff You get mad and yell at her So your mom yells at you for guff Brothers and mothers Make fun of you Fathers and daughters Help you too Your brother is mean to you You start to feel gloom Your dad sends both of you To your room

About the Author Anna Henry has moved a lot of places around the world. She currently lives in Sterling Virginia. She has a love for animals, music, and astronomy. Her inspiration for poetry comes from the different people and places around her. She hopes to one day be a famous performer in the arts, or she would like to study space for the rest of her life.

By Jonathan Singh Spring 2012
Jonathan’s poems By Jonathan Singh Spring 2012

Dedication This poem is dedicated to my cousin because she inspired them. I would give this poem book to my cousin because she inspired all of my poem.

Personal Poem By Jonathan Singh I am Jonathan Singh, people call me Jonathan Singh because that what everyone Calles me. My family and cousin Calles me John, I like when people Calles me John because I don’t like when people Calles me Jonathan, My names song so boring. The favorite month is august because it summer time. My favorite animal within me is a dog he eats all day sleep and play all day. Happiness is inside of my heart it helps me feel better and other people feel better. On my forehead it mark never give up on what you fail or lose. I love the sound songs and dog barking, I hate the sound of the wind and screaming, I hate the sound of the wind because it sound dangerous when its is blowing. And for screaming it hurt to here that all day. breakfast I love the pepper pot.

In the evening of summer is the favorite time and the morning of winter is my favorite time. If my hand could talk it would say stop playing around and do your work. One of my favorite childhood memory is playing with all my cousin and friend out on the road we would have lots of fun. My father and mother and grandparent would say be nice to everyone and play good to them and do not get in trouble and listen to your teacher

Couplet By Jonathan Singh The first day of school people thought I was snail. But reading in the library made me bail. I was walking in the library and walked into the wall. And coming into the hall I trip on a ball. I will be playing inside Today. And will be playing outside Wednesday

Quatrain By Jonathan SIngh I the morning it is cool. I hare the birds whistling outside. I have to take a shower in the morning that my mom number one rule. I hurry so I don’t miss my bus ride. I open my door. I feed my parrot his food. And pick my keys up from the floor. If I don’t feed my parrot his food he gets rude. But I left the house in a bad mood . And my mom said that she will drop me to school. But then I noticed that I was hungry for food. And when I got to school people said I look cool. In the morning. It kind of crazy. I will give you a warning. Because the cat talk and I was kind of daisy.

Haiku By Jonathan Singh Birds fly in the air . Birds makes there babies In eggs. Birds looks shadowy.

Limerick By Jonathan Singh There once was a bad boy named Jad. Who was very, cool ,tall, mad and bad. He was only a kid. Then he destroyed a lid. Now he is starving and that’s bad

Ballad By Jonathan Singh One day in school the nicest girl gave me a note. And my cousin took it and hid it. And forgot where she left my the paper. So I got scared and threw up a bit. Give me back my note. Give me back my note. he got mad and kick me down. But I got mad and called her a goat. We got into a fight and she knocked me out of the town. My cousin ate a lot of apples. And still couldn’t find my note. So I pick up an apple and walked out the house. And went into the boat. Give me back my notes. Give me back my notes She got mad and kick me down We got into a fight and I knocked me out of the town.

About the Author Jonathan Singh lives in sterling but was not born here he was born in Guyana in south America, and he is 11 year old. His birthday is on August 18. He is a funny kid and cool

By Stephen Figueroa Spring 2012
Stephens book of words By Stephen Figueroa Spring 2012

Dedication I dedicate this book of words to My English teacher Mrs. Dolar because she inspired me to write good poems.

Personal Poem By: Stephen Figueroa I am Stephen Figueroa. A lot of people call me Steve or Stevie. People think that Stephen is to old and original. My real name is even. That’s what Steve or Stevie means to me. Even inspires just right and that’s what I aspire. I am a jaguar. I'm sneaky and cleaver at times. There is a guitar inside my heart. Its what makes me happy and its fun. The word small is written on my forehead. Because I am small. I like the sound rhythm and blues. I hate the sound of a screeching person.

I like the smell of old spice cologne because I wear it
I like the smell of old spice cologne because I wear it. I hate the smell of sea food because it smells like the ocean. My favorite time of day is 3:18 because that’s when I get out school. If my hands could talk they would say hey how you been because they’ve never talked to me so they want to see how I've been. I remember when I was seven and I got into a electric scooter crash and hurt my self. My parents say they got eyes like a hawk. That means that they will be watching if I get in trouble.

Couplet By: Stephen Figueroa Never ever play football. Guaranteed you will get tackled by some one tall. You could get slammed on the grass. But there you see a big pile of glass. The last time I played football I ran as fast as lightning. Next thing I know I am in the hospital fighting.

Quatrain By: Stephen Figueroa I once woke up and heard a thump. I got out of bed and heard “you’re a chump”. I saw a fading white ghost. I followed it to the kitchen, the ghost was making toast. I started to get really scared . But than I just manned up and stared. I woke up my brother he said I don’t care. I said the ghost is going to get you I would say a prayer. The ghost appeared in the room. He hit my brother with a broom. The ghost said I am going to take your life. So I said nah ah that’s when I grabbed a knife. The ugly, creepy ghost ran away. He better run because I don’t want to play. He ran out the door. He hid by the garbage and looked like the poor.

Haiku By: Stephen Figueroa THE BIGFOOT Big hairy creatures Run around in a forest Some where in the world.

Limerick By: Stephen Figueroa There once was a cow named Steven Who was not very much even He tried hopping a gate Then !BAM! Fell down in hate Now in the doctors not breathin.

Ballad By: Stephen Figueroa Hey Steve, come play basket ball Ok ill be right there I tried to make a shot It bounced off the rim and in the air I got hit really hard You probably really think that it is fake but its true Basketball is a fun sport But next time I play its going to hit my shoe There was a huge bump on my head Now I know to be more careful I am not going to do that anymore And next time hit my friend Tull You probably think that it is fake but its true basketball is a fun sport But next time I play its going to hit my shoe.

About the Author Stephen Figueroa was a proud man who was born in long Island, New York. He ounce said that he was going to be a poet but then he died that afternoon. Just kidding!! He's still alive. He lives in Sterling VA.

Timmy’s Poetry Journal
By Timmy Redmon Spring 2012

Dedication I would dedicate this book to mom and dad because they wanted me to get a good education and Mrs. Dolar for being the best English teacher and for giving me a good education. Now here’s my book. Thank You!!!! 

Personal Poem By Timmy Redmon My name is Timothy Redmon. My friends call me Timmy. My family calls me Hollywood Tim. My nickname is Tim. The name Timothy is in the bible. Timothy 1&2. My real name is kindness. That suits me. I am kind all the time, so that’s my choice. The animal inside me is a pig. Pigs are my favorite animal because I can make the sound. An object in my heart is family. I love them very much and they always have my back. The word “sing” would be written on my forehead because it is something I love to do and it makes me happy. The sound I love is music because it makes me happy and sounds lovely. The sound I hate is screaming because it hurts my ears.

The smell I love is the smell of flowers in the spring
The smell I love is the smell of flowers in the spring. It makes me happy and peaceful. The smell I hate is my dog when he get wet. He really smells bad after being in the rain My favorite time of day is night because I get to get some sleep and forget my tough day if I hade one. If my hands would speak, they would say “Don’t give up and keep trying.” The memory I remember is when I hade a magic kit. It was so fun and I loved playing with it and putting on a great show. My grandparents would call me Jonny Appleseed because apples are my favorite food and I eat them all the time.

Couplet By Timmy Redmon School is where you learn, To share, read, and take turns It is really fun to me, Because I get to learn about the British tea. I don’t like is school is like a traffic zone. It’s so busy, you just want to moan.

Quatrain By Timmy Redmon Going to a baseball game makes me happy. It even does to my grandpa Pappy. I dream all night, and I dream all day. I love baseball, what else can I say. This reminds me of my first baseball game. I saw the hall of fame. Hot dogs and popcorn is what I smell. It made me feel that all is well. Before this, I waited in line for a long, long time for tickets we hold with care. I heard the singing sound of the air. Finally, with our tickets in hand. When we took our seats, we can hear the band. It is beautiful, day and night. Baseball! What a sight.

Haiku By Timmy Redmon The leaves are falling, the school year has started, Let us have some fun.

Limerick By Timmy Redmon There one was a boy named Lenny Who went to ask friend Denny. A song that was clever. Then it took forever. Now he asked a song from Benny.

Ballad I see her and my heart beats fast. She’s the one I love.
By Timmy Redmon LOVE!!!!! I see her and my heart beats fast. She’s the one I love. I'm eating a apple all alone. She is the angel from above. She’s my soothing sweetheart of love. We both leave at four. When I see her I'm always so shy, but I love her a little bit more. I have the guts to talk to her. I'm going to be so free. I go up and say “Hi.” She replies and speaks to me. She's my soothing sweetheart of love. Now when I see her, I’m not so shy. Ill always love her a whole lot more, love her a whole lot more, love her a whole lot more. Yeah!

About the Author Timmy Redmon was born on 2/19/00 in Sterling, Virginia. Timmy is 12 years old and still having fun. Timmy’s favorite animal is a pig because he can make the sound. His favorite color is yellow because it is the color of the sun

By: Diana Henriquez Spring 2012
Diana’s poetry book By: Diana Henriquez Spring 2012

Dedication I dedicate this book to my brother because my brother say’s a lot of words I don’t know so it makes me want to know what it mean’s so I can get better at poetry.

Personal Poem By: Diana Henriquez I am Diana Henriquez. I am called Diana every day of every month. I am called Diana because there is no other name that fits me best. My real name is princess Diana. That’s what Diana means and it fits me best cause there is no other name that can top it. At least in my eyes. The animal inside me is a dragon. Because I breathe fire but I Have a kind heart in the inside. A bee is in my heart because I can sting people sometimes but I can fly like the wind. The word kind is on my forehead because I am a person with a soft heart and I will treat everyone how they would like to be treated.

I love the sound of waves
I love the sound of waves. Every night when I go to sleep I will imagine hearing wave sounds and that will help me relax. I hate the sound of screaming because it pounds on my ear drum and is annoying and I try to imagine something good. I love the smell of popcorn every time I open the bag I can smell the buttery smell and it makes me happy. I love the mornings because I get to sleep in on the weekends. In the spring I enjoy the evenings because I can here the rain and it feels just like camping. If my hands could talk they would say “just go with the flow” because I am afraid of roller coasters my hands would make me do it. I remember when I used to have a birthday party everyone gave me more presents than my older brother. My mom always wanted us to be the best we could be she would always tell us “show the world what you can do”.

Couplet By: Diana Henriquez As I arrive I see children playing everywhere and kids making bets. As others run like lightning to play on the swing set. As I am playing with sand. A girl just like me comes up to me and says do you want to go to the lemonade stand. When I’m finished I go play tag. As I’m walking I remember my new shirt is still in the bag.

Quatrain By: Diana Henriquez dog will growl at people who she doesn't like. And once she tried to ride a bike. My dog can walk on her Hine legs and talk and sometimes a real jock. My dog loves the water once she jumped from the dock. My dad I a hard worker and I try do help him every time I can. I sometimes call him Dan. I love to help my dad by it can sometimes be hard. But I always do something nice like a card. My brother is very mean but he is helpful most of the time. But I wish he would be nicer. But he is a good dicer. But he is al total grime. My mom I very helpful as I am to her. As she Is like a cat she can also purr. My mom can be just like a teenager and be fun. And she is beast at My making a bun.

The shinny blue sky It’s shining marvelously As playful kids play
Haiku By: Diana Henriquez The shinny blue sky It’s shining marvelously As playful kids play

Limerick By: Diana Henriquez There once was a girl named Anna That loved to eat a banana It made here feel munchy Then she became dunchy Now she is Anna banana

Ballad I know how it happened but you know it best.
By: Diana Henriquez I know how it happened but you know it best. As the both of you talk. And compare England and inland. She feels nerves so she goes for a walk. As the time past my father asks my mom to marry him. He’s waiting for the answer. It feels like an hour. Then she says yes. A year past there life starts. They have two kids until this very day. They still love each other. For the rest of the days they are with each other. I know how it happened but you know it best. As the both of you talk.

About the Author Diana is a very smart girl and goes to river bend middle school and lives in sterling Virginia. And loves all kinds of sport and on her free time she likes to read mystery books she also loves to play the clarinet.

By Sophia Queipo Spring 2012
Awesome Poem By Sophia Queipo Spring 2012

Dedication I dedicate this to Mrs. Dolar, who is a great teacher and makes me think outside of the box.

Personal Poem By Sophia Queipo I am Sophia Alexandria Queipo My friends often call me Sophia or soph. My name means wisdom, I think it fits me because I often understand things I'm not expected to and often make the better choice. The animal inside me is a hyena, because I laugh a lot and I’m a little crazy. The object in my heart would be a cactus, because I stick out in the crowd like a cactus does in the desert. The word written on my forehead is crazy, because sometimes I get out of hand. I love the sound of the violin, piano, waves and my mothers voice. I hate the sound of crying, arguing and thunder.

My favorite smells are cinnamon, roses and fruit
My favorite smells are cinnamon, roses and fruit. I hate the smell of sweat, trash and hot sauce. Night is my favorite time of day, because its really beautiful. If my hands could speak they would tell me to stop being so clumsy. I remember accidently tripping a lot when I was younger. Everyone tells me to calm down, because I'm to loud.

Couplet By Sophia Queipo I have a fear of being alone It chills me to the bone. Its like the devils poison It makes my mouth moisten. So bitter sweet and cold His tainted heart untold.

Quatrain By Sophia Queipo The flowers dance in the sun It makes life so much more fun They make me smile when I’m blue There so much fun just like you. There colors are so pretty Every time they die its such a pity They make the world a better place There innocence you cant erase. So beautiful and free I wish that could be me To make people laugh when there sad And smile when there mad. There always fragrant and lovely I love them so they love me Blues pinks purples and reds I truly love my flower beds.

A cold winters day Frozen yet so very pure Beautifully sad
Haiku By Sophia Queipo A cold winters day Frozen yet so very pure Beautifully sad

Limerick By Sophia Queipo There once was a boy named Bob Ash Who really needed lots of cash So he ran a mile And now he can smile Cause he got cash from the big dash.

Ballad By Sophia Queipo My heart is broken And I’ve been lied to Was I wrong To ever love you Chorus: But now I’m alone And I am crying My heart has been crushed What do I do now I am dying And the pain won’t seem to go away Now I can only bitter cold My wounds have been open and I am broken You said you loved so I was told

About the Author Sophia Queipo likes poems, her favorite would have to be free verse poems. She is twelve years old, And has been to lots of places like Puerto Rico and Georgia. She loves animals, food, Laughing, family and her computer. She also love to draw and do things different from everyone else. She has lots of friends and enjoys school sometimes.

By Josie Roberts Spring 2012
Emotions By Josie Roberts Spring 2012

Dedication I dedicate this poetry book to Denise Burroughs ,because she has been by my side since the start. She has helped me through rough times. She is also like a sister to me.

Personal Poem By Josie Roberts I am Josie Roberts my friends call me the z-girl because they pronounce my name with a z. My real name is Josephine. Because that is what my mom wanted a baby girl named Josephine since she was a little girl. The animal inside me is a dolphin. Dolphins like to play all day and when they get serious they aren’t playing around anymore. That’s how I am all the time. A daisy is in my heart. I am very colorful and I love to make people smile when they see me. On my forehead would be “protective” because I am protective of my friends and family. If you hurt them you might get a broken leg. I love the sound of the ocean ,and I hate the sound of nails on a chalk board.

I love the smell of vanilla ,and I hate the smell of skunk stink
I love the smell of vanilla ,and I hate the smell of skunk stink. My favorite time of the day is noon, because it is sunny and very beautiful. If my hands could speak they would say take every second of life as a gift because life is very precious. From my childhood I remember that every time I wrote a j it was always backwards. My mom says to me “save the best for last” because I always take the best and leave the worst even more worse.

Couplet By Josie Roberts The Tragedy All of the petals have floated away I see The last petal was like a nightmare for me. I felt the hot tears running down my check Was this really right, I am starting to freak. Creaking sounds in the back around, lots of vain. The thorns in my hands make me regret the pain.

Quatrain By Josie Roberts Christmas Time Again It’s chilly outside and my lips are cold I smell cinnamon rolls in the oven, good Today is the day we all get presents, at least we should. I feel happy I think everyone should be bold. There is white snow on the ground. Everyone has happy expressions on their face. I hear sleigh bells moving downstairs one whole pound. Now I have to get up and embrace. Santa Claus was here the night before I remember hearing the sleigh bells singing the cold air. My dad is recording us walking down the stairs Under the tree there is 1,000 presents. After they are all unwrapped and revealed, We run to the chimney to see our stockings like toppings. They are so heavy they are on the floor Santa left some food droppings.

Haiku By Josie Roberts Sunshine Boiling all my skin Cloudless sky ,just tall grass Bright beautiful sun

Limerick By Josie Roberts Delicious Ham There once was a town named Cam That was known for oink, oink good ham It was going all right Then there was a fight Now they all say Rad Sam

Ballad Heartbreak We are in love. My friends are telling me
By Josie Roberts Heartbreak We are in love. My friends are telling me That you are going to break my heart. I didn’t believe them, but that’s when I couldn’t see. This is for lying and breaking my heart in pieces. My friends were right when I believed you . I thought you would be the one But I guess I was wrong about that one too. Then that day I looked in your eyes I could see our story was ending. The moment I realized I was devastated Now I know you were just pretending. My friends were right when I believed you. How can you do this to me. I just can’t let you off the hook. Me and my friends have told all the girls about you. Now I can take back the life you took!

About the Author Josie Roberts is a student at River Bend Middle School. She loves to play soccer and hang out with her friends. Josie wants to become a professional soccer player and a food scientist one day. She likes very unique designs. The only thing she hates about poetry is all of the rules you have to follow. ^ Josie’s team!

Poets’ Corner By Sandy Shafik Spring 2012

Dedication To my mom for all ways encouraging me and helping me to be the best I can be.

Personal Poem By Sandy Shafik I’m Sandy. Sometimes people mix up my name so apparently to some I’m Samantha. I just don’t have the heart to tell them that’s not my name. My real name is creative. Some people think that if your left handed you are more creative but I don’t think so. I always felt I have an eye for creativity. I think it fits. The animal in me is a Eagle. They soar in the sky effortlessly. They have freedom. They can go any where they want and with nothing holding them back. An object in my heart is would be a smiling heart. It would be that because the smile represents a positive out look on life. The heart represents caring about and helping others. Some thing that would be written on my forehead would be persistence. Because for me with out persistence I wouldn’t get anywhere. Persistence is how I achieve what I achieve.

The sound I love is the sound of music all types of it music can express who you are and what your cause is. The sounds I hate are the sounds of someone constantly tapping their pencil and the sound of gossip. My favorite smell is the smell of vanilla because vanilla is light and never over powering. The way I like it. My favorite time of day is early morning summer because of the nice cool breezes and the bright sun. I also like spring afternoons because of the sweet smell of flowers, the song of the chirping birds, and the warm inviting sun. If my hands could talk they would tell my teachers to give me a break. With all the tests, quizzes, schoolwork, and homework they need a serious break. Something I remember from my childhood is my trip to Sweden and Italy. Sweden was a frozen ice land where everyone spoke gibberish. Italy was boiling hot still with a bunch of gibberish. Things my dad tells me is a bunch of long and I mean long speeches about life.

Couplet By Sandy Shafik The bright warm sun on my skin felt like a quilt For this weather I was built. I walked on the warm sand And carefully felt it with my hand The powerful smell of the salt from the ocean Made me jolt up with a quick swift motion.

Quatrain By Sandy shafik I love springs beautiful and colorful blooming flowers But soon their smell grew with an intense power. The days were sunny and bright but I love those nice, cool starry nights. Winters cold oh how I hate it Why would anyone or thing choose to make it? Ahh but hot chocolate so dear so sweet Oh no its gone its gone I cry I weep. Summer is certainly no glummer Oh how I just love summer The pool so nice and cool and to think no more school! Crunch, crunch I hear the leaves Crunch, crunch they whisper to me why won’t they leave? Crunch, crunch what a bummer Crunch, crunch really! I just want summer!

Haiku By Sandy Shafik Lady bug red with spots Slowly walks in the cool spring breeze Through the dark green grass.

Limerick By Sandy Shafik There once was a cow named moomoo Who had to eat in his own Lou! He had a ton of hair Then he said “It’s not fair.” Now he yells “This day you will rue!”

Ballad By Sandy Shafik Standing on the launch pad Run to get supplies Dodge other tributes See the others die before my eyes Survive, survive that’s what I must do Survive, survive to win Survive, survive just me not her nor him Peeta the boy from my district He and I became friends He was sick and had a cut leg We both promised he and I will do this together till the very- end Survive, survive that’s what we must do Survive, survive not going to be a piece of cake Survive, survive just me and him They changed the rules once again only one winner I took out the poisoned berries and we braced our- selves for the end This was it no more hunger games for us I took one last look at Peeta my smiling friend The announcer man yells “congratulations to our 74th- annual huger games winners!” The cool after noon air fills with laughter and relief We went to the ship Peeta needed surgery for his cut leg After the surgery I was told he was okay and for a very short- brief moment it was a happily ever after

About the Author Sandy is 11 years old and use to live in Moreno Valley California and then move to Fairfax Virginia then to Sterling Virginia . She likes to read, write, and act in her free time. She lives with her brother, sister , and parents

By Nathan Stroud Spring 2012
Book of words By Nathan Stroud Spring 2012

Dedication My dedication came from my mom, dad, and simply nature. As I wrote these poems I thought about the nature I’ve seen and the things I’ve gone though. For example, my quatrain is about hurricane Irene and what my nephews and I went through that night.

Personal Poem By Nathan Stroud My full name is Nathan Andrew Stroud. Nathan was the name of a famous monkey. And Stroud is my moms last name. My animal would be a monkey because I love to climb things The object in my heart would be food cause I love food. If there was a word on my head it would be Outside because I like going outside. The sound I love the sound of waves. And hate the sound of my washing machine. I love the smell of baking pie and hate the smell of my backyard. My favorite time of day are summer evenings because they are relaxing .

If my hands could speak they would say “Go eat some pie and stop stressing out!” One thing I remember is going to my cousins house on Christmas 2 years ago. One of the phrases my dad says is “I aint’t trainen if it ain’t rainen.

Couplet By Nathan Stroud Saturday is pancake day My boy scouts and I yell Haray! As Joe fired up the griddle We started to whittle We all brought our own plates So we all ate

Quatrain By CRASH! The thunder rolled. As my nephews rolled. I wasn't sure how Justin was sleeping through this. As the rain made a constant hiss. My mom passed out salty soup And I took it up to my room Lucky dad was in a hotel room But he to was having salty soup The dog sang so loud it hurt my ears And the lights were out so I couldn't see Dominic's tears Or my mom with her tea. After 3 hours it stopped And my mom mopped And all the chaos I just went through Was all just a past thought

Trees,trees,oh how thick How so indestructible Poor, fragile, saplings
Haiku By Trees,trees,oh how thick How so indestructible Poor, fragile, saplings

Limerick By Nathan Stroud There once was a town named Clamber That had a lot of hamburger Then there was a guy He made them Now the town is named for Clamber

Ballad By We were in the truck On our way mom says We’ll be there by the end of the day We were having a blast They told me to enjoy it It all happened so fast As the days went by The next day We went to a store We got ice cream It was never a bore

Ballad My dad pulled up on the sand Then we could not move We had to dig out the truck Then we were back on the move

About the Author Nathan is an 11 year old Boy Scout. He doesn't have a lot of experience writing poetry but can be pretty good when he needs to. As a Boy Scout he knows a lot about nature and loves to hike, camp, and freeze. He loves to write about and draw what he sees, climbs, and does. He has been naturally interested in wilderness survival and loves to challenge himself.

By: Leslie Munoz Spring 2012
Inspirations By: Leslie Munoz Spring 2012

Dedication I dedicate this book of poems to my mom and dad, who inspire me everyday, and are my role models. And when I’m facing rough times, there always there by my side no matter what.

Personal Poem By: Leslie Munoz I am Leslie Munoz. My friends and family sometimes call me Les. It is a little easier to say and faster to pronounce and it’s shorter than Leslie. My real name is Peace. That is what Leslie means to me. What I want is peace all around the world. I like to be calm and have a peace with everyone. I try to bring peace where ever I go to. The animal inside me is a panda bear. They like to sit and eat all day. But, they are really nice once they get to know you well. Which is how I am too. In my heart their is a soccer ball. The ball aims for the goal and try’s to get through everything to make it to the winning shot. On my forehead the word “positive” is written. I try everyday to be positive and think positive. Being positive is the best thing to do for me. I love the sound of violin’s playing. It makes me smile. I hate the sound of clocks ticking. It makes me feel worried. I love the smell of cookies. They smell really sweet. I hate the smell of rust. It makes me feel uncomfortable. I love when it’s night time. It’s the time of relaxation and watching T.V. also to get some rest. If my hands could speak they would probably say enjoy life because life doesn't last forever. So live life at the fullest and have fun. I remember when I was young me singing on my microphone pretending I was a big pop star. I would have so much fun. But, I also remember me playing with my baby doll “Nancy”. I would feed her change her diaper and ride my bike with her. I always took her to every single place I ever went to. My parents always say to me always have manners where ever you go to. And, respect adults but most of all they say don’t talk to strangers. My parents still say this to me now.

Couplet By: Leslie Munoz The bright big sun is beating down on my face The opponent team plays with a lot of grace Outside was as hot as the sun But that didn’t stop my team I we still won Our coaches were so happy they cried of victory But the next time we play is still a mystery

Quatrain By : Leslie Munoz What did I do wrong? I couldn’t see anything besides the bright big sun frowning at me, the rest was white The beating was long I fell three times by the night I wake up and I’m inside a box I'm trapped All around the box there were locks I finally realized that I’m kidnapped! I’m locked inside I can’t hear anything, but while I’m inside I find a bill But then I hear the chirping of birds outside Then I read the bill and with big red bolded letters it said “KILL” And that’s all I remember What happens to me is still a mystery I was born on the 23rd of March 1997 till the 17th of November And the person who did this to me is probably laughing of victory

Haiku By: Leslie Munoz Butterflies Small glossy creatures I see them flap their bright wings After all there brilliant

Limerick By : Leslie Munoz There once was a girl named Lilly Who had a close friend named Billy They went to a the park It was extremely dark Now they think it’s very silly

Ballad By :Leslie Munoz I was excited to see him the whole day Then I was waiting for him to come He never came I was so worried while I was chewing gum I walked for a long time and I made it Then when I got to his house, to find him He said “we were over” And he stared at me with a grim I said “how could you do this to me” “You were the best part of my life” I felt like such a fool because I thought he was cool It felt like a stab in my back by a knife He slammed the door in my face I didn’t know where to go Without a doubt I felt like I was going to die But all I could see was the moon high in the sky at night, it was glowing and I could see the wind blow

Ballad By : Leslie Munoz Continued
But I will never forget what I said “how could you do this to me “You were the best part of my life” I felt like such a fool because I thought he was cool It felt like a stab in my back by a knife The moon started to fade I fell and never got up I was so sad and depressed That I died and felt like a dump

About the Author Leslie Munoz lives in Sterling, VA and is in 6th grade. She likes to write poetry sometimes. But, she loves to type poetry. She loves having an inspiration or dedication to someone or something. For now her dream is to be a professional in medicine, to be doctor. She thinks that she is close to reaching her dream/goal. Her inspiration of this poetry book were her parents they are the best part of her life , she loves them very much! She probably couldn’t live with out them. Her complete interest is to play soccer, watch TV., watch movies and play with her pets. She absolutely loves pandas. And that is a little more about the author Leslie Munoz.

By Yaseen Khawaja Spring 2012
Poetry Book By Yaseen Khawaja Spring 2012

Dedication This poem is dedicated to my mom.

Personal Poem By Yaseen
My name is Yaseen Khawaja. My real name is technology just because I like technology. The animal inside me is a chameleon. Chameleons blend themselves and that’s what I like to do. A movie is inside my heart. I like to watch any type of movie. The word video games is written on my forehead. I like to play video games. Whenever I have nothing to do I play video games. The sound I love is the sound of dubstep. The sound I hate the sound of a chalk getting scratched on the chalk board.

I love the smell of brownies. The smell I hate is the smell of raw food. My favorite time of day is when I get to listen to music because I like to listen to music. If my hands could speak they would tell me what to do when I don’t know what to do. When I was three I used to like cars. The phrase that my parents say to me is “decent”.

Couplet By Yaseen Khawaja
I remember walking in the dark with glowing sticks, While my mom went out to buy lemonade mix. I remember my cousin crying like a baby while my other cousin was keep on saying “maybe”. I remember sniffing the sweet scent of pie while my mom passed by.

Quatrain By I remember my cousin playing the maze game he waited for his brother to come in . When his brother came in he saw the ghost he then collapsed on the floor crying . Then he ran away and the frame punched him. He cried even more so he went to his dad who was fishing. He was annoyed so he told him to go to bed so he did and he was mad and he didn’t want to forget this beacause in the future he might get his brother in trouble so he wrote what happened and put it in his blue bin.

Haiku By yaseen Insects spiders, ants, cockroaches Some insects are sweet some are not They are many insects

Limerick By Yaseen There was a boy named Billy. He wore a white shirt. Then one day he was starving. Now he is a leopard lily.

Ballad By Mr. Popper was a person who worked in a office and once got a penguin in a package he was shocked. Mr. Popper freaked out and then he started to hide the penguin somewhere so no one would see the penguin but then one person caught him but Mr. Popper told him that he would pay him if he kept his mouth shut. Then one day Mr. Popper got another package which had four penguins instead of one he was shocked. Then Mr. Popper got caught by someone and told him that he can’t keep the penguins anymore and if he did he would get fired so he and his family went to the South pole to drop the penguins off.

About the Author Yaseen Khawaja is a boy who is twelve years old. He is in sixth grade. He likes playing video games. He likes listening to music. He likes to watch T.V. He likes to play outside. He doesn’t know what he wants to be when he grows up.

RANDOMNESS By Matt Smith Spring 2012

Dedication I dedicate this poem to Billy Marsh mellow Hat, who inspired me to write.

Personal Poem By Matt Smith My name is Matt, people call me wise grass flopper. It means that I like to flop around after the pool. My real name is Matthew because anyone with the name of it is awesome. The animal inside me is a fish. I chose a fish because they’re chill. The object in my heart is a key. The importance of it is to find the one when I’m older in my 20’s so they can find the key and open my heart. A word written on my forehead would be funny. It means that I like to kid around and have fun with my friends. I love the sound of waves crashing against the hill side. I hate the sound of a fork screeching against a plate.

I love the smell of my moms Italian Pasta that she makes
I love the smell of my moms Italian Pasta that she makes. I hate the smell of mulch that has just been put in the ground. My favorite time of the day is when I get out of school because I can hang outside with my friends and play football. If my hands could talk the would say, “I’m better at football than you!” because they are attached to the ball when I catch it. One thing I remember from my childhood is when I first learned how to ride a bike. My mom often says to me is to let the dogs out because Its my responsibility to take care of them.

Couplet By Matt Smith Speeding down a hill like a cheetah then a bash. All I could remember was a crash. Wheels rolling around. Gage making a hurtful sound. His dad puts us on the soft ground. Us just laying down.

Quatrain By Matt Smith I Like to swim in a pool. During class I drool. Then I drown. And survive with a frown. I like to eat fries. Don’t eat to much you might die. You’ll be really fat. Then you’ll wonder if you had a cat. Get grades that aren't bad. If you do your parents will be mad. You just might get an A. If you do you might get paid. If you are a human that looks like a vampire. You probably brush your teeth with a wire. If you want to look mean. Your teeth have to be clean.

Haiku By Matt Smith Oranges on the ground. Squirrels eat apple tree trunks. Cockroaches eat twigs.

Limerick By Matt Smith There once was a boy named Foot Key Who was tall, buff, and a rookie. He had a stinky, smelly foot. Then bought a number book. Now he can shout to number three.

Ballad By Matt Smith Addie ate his apple aloud. Then threw it to the ground. Dirt splatter all around. In the car silence. A loud bang after we sang. Just one shout. Then war broke out. Lights flashed. We crashed. Flashes in the distance. Before I could write a sentence. To my dear wife. Despite the flight that crashed. Then at last. I knew we where recued. And one bullet threw my tissue.

About the Author Matt Smith lives in Sterling, Virginia and is a sixth grade student at River Bend Middle School. My dream is to be a football player that makes good money. My inspiration is playing football at home and with other friends. My interests are electronics, money, and Music.

Kaya’s poetry book By Kaya Mueller Spring 2012

Dedication I would like to delicate this book to Mrs. Dolar because was the person that helped me so much with my poems .

Personal Poem By Kaya Mueller My name is Kaya Mueller. But my real name is melody because I love dancing and listening to the melody of music . The animal in side of me is a buttery fly because when I was little my nanny would always say that I reminded her of a buttery fly because when I was little I was very gentle and quite . The object in side of me are my tap shoes because when I have them on I am always happy for some reason. They make me just went to get up and dance . The word in side of me is ‘’ because I say it all the time. I absolutely love the sound of music but I hate the sound of my brothers and sister crying because it makes me sad . I love the smell of chocolate chip cookies because it reminds me of when I go to Florida and bake cookie with my step mom But I hate the smell of coconuts.

My favorite time of day is 6:00 because that is the time I go to dance every day. It my hands could talk they would be very made at me and they would tell me to stop walking on they because I love walking on my hands. My favorite childhood memories would be going to my dads house every summer and going to Disney world. My mom always tells me to not wish my life away.

Couplet By Kaya There once was a boy named Andy Who liked to eat a lot of candy He ate it all day And he never wanted to play Now he's bad at gym Like his friend Tim

Quatrain By kaya My sister found a flower She said that it had special powers Then she picked it up off the ground But then she frowned She aid that it was not the right one But she was still not done She was going to get it right One that was very bright She picked all day And did not have time to play She was getting it for her mom So she ask her friend tom Tom helped her pick it out One that was just about to sprout She gave it to her mother and her mom liked it so much she wanted another

Haiku By Kaya Mueller Flying in the air In the grass red with black spots Ladybugs are everywhere

Limerick By Kaya There once was a girl named Anna Who use to live in Montana All day she would play soccer She also was a talker But mostly she ate bananas

Ballad By Kaya In second grade I got in a fight with my friend I was so sad So I told my mom and she said oh well that to bad So then in third grade I meet my best friend Her name was grace We did every thing together We all way like to race I was so excided that I had a new friend, And I never worried about my old friend any more Because I heart her Unlike before

About the Author Kaya Mueller is 12 years old and is a sixth grader at river bend middle school. She was also in the play guys and doll because she likes theater a lot. She also loves dance. She dance at studio bleu

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