Cracks run down his spine.
The words he wants to say are-
but he says them so often that you
can't help but know,
after a while,
what, he is going to say.
He tries his hardest
to stand for me,
but he has been shown so much,
that his scars, are
as bright as the moon.
I have scarred him,
and he has scarred me too.
I have bent him and written-
all over his wings.
He has torn me down,
and ripped my mind to shreds.
And although neither of us will ever
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Snow storm, white blanket
Little feather like snowflakes
Blue numbing feeling.
Age 10, Grade 5
Parkway Manor Elementary School
Parkland School District
The rain falls slowly,
onto damp concrete.
I see my window
dotted with drops
I hear the cars speed
past blinking street lamps
The grey, dreary clouds
Cover blue skies.
The rain softly lands on my roof.
People silently walk through puddles
The quiet commotion of the outside world
keeps a steady beat throughout the night.
Anne Marie Strader
Age 13, Grade 7
Arts Academy Charter School
The Allentown Band presents its annual concert to benefit the Liberty Bell Museum, 3:30 p.m. April 27, Zion Reformed United Church of Christ Church, 620 W. Hamilton St., Allentown.
Soprano soloist Evelyn Stewart sings "Three American Gospel Songs."
Dr. Ethel Drayton-Craig narrates "A Lincoln Portrait."
Parkland High School sophomore Shaumik Phadke is pianist for "A Movement for Rosa."
Tickets: 610-435-4232, or at the door if space allows.
The veil of night cloaked the Earth in a sea of darkness,
A darkness which I could neither escape nor throw off,
And all the while, I could not see, only hear,
Shoes scuffling on pavement when a sustained moan emerged,
Louder it grew, all the while I, trying to control it,
Whipping a heated passion within, stemming from fear,
Swept up now, as if surrounded by them,
The masses, encompassing me, and I, expecting a blow, but none forthcoming,
Instead swallowed up, gazing upward now, racing to the pinnacle,
"To insource, or to outsource?"
Consult the Google.
Subject: "New Dress Code."
Sarcastic reply composed,
proofread and click "send."
Find singles near you.
Will one quick tweet crash the plane?
Please stay off the grass.
transmit love, hate and lolcats
everywhere at once.
frolics and haberdashes
Age 18, Grade 12
Parkland High School
Parkland School District
The 9th annual Student Poetry Project committee, from left: Shirley M. Daluisio, Ann E. Michael, Stephanie Bell and George Van Doren. Not in photo: Stacey Alexander, Paul Willistein.
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The flickering lights of fireflies
Canopy of the trees above
Stars and the moon in the beautiful night sky
Their lights mocking me when I try to catch them
Dim light tonight
The sun is gone
The moon has risen
All around me darkness
The birds are silenced
Soft buzzing like the bees are tired
A smooth breeze
Why are the fireflies afraid of me?
Why don't they like the limp light?
It's Deana Martin on the line.
When you hear Deana Martin duet with her father, Dean Martin, in her "Tribute to Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin" concert, 8 p.m. April 25, State Theatre for the Arts, Easton, you'll be amazed at how beautifully their voices blend.
Deana Martin, just like her dad, is a natural.
At the State Theatre, Deana will sing "True Love" accompanied by a quintet with her father's voice on the original track.