Poetry Anthology

The Forest

We walk down the pathway

Hand in hand
Past trickling streams

And into the unknown 

The scent of pines engulf us

While the gentle swaying of branches

Welcome us into

This parallel universe

Like children free of worries

We laugh and play

Running as fast as the wind

Down the pathway

The sunset is a painter

That paints its blue canvas

With bright shades of orange 

And red

The hoot of an owl

And the gentle shiver of wind

Signals the end of day
And the start of a new beginning

Pacific Park

The forest is calm

Its branches sway gently in the wind

Silently calling out your name

Tiny animals scurrying in the undergrowth

Bustling around in the unknown 

Like ants in a colony

The air is crisp and fresh

A perfect slice of toast on a Monday morning 

The wind is like a blanket

Gently caressing your face

And cleaning your mind of any worries

The forest is mysterious 

Signs of life all around

Crickets chirping 

And bees traveling from flower

To flower

Tree buds finally open

Giving birth to new life

It opens up its chest

To reveal a glittering gem inside

Signaling the start of a new season

 Spring

Cherry blossoms bloom
Birds sing and fly in the air
Lilies paint the pond

Ode to Teddy

O Teddy,
How your eyes shine bright
Like tiny little stars
On a Midsummers night

O Teddy,
How your ears fly
Like a waving flag
When you run outside

O Teddy,
How your little tail wags
Like a leaf in the wind
Swaying side to side

O Teddy,
How wonderful it would be
If I could only tell you
How much you mean to me

Cat and Mouse

There once was a cat and a mouse
The mouse ran right into the house
The cat could hear the tapping of feet
And wanted something to eat
So got up but slipped on the blouse

Snowflakes

Spiraling down
Neverending
Over the hilltops
Way up high
Falling
Leaving no trace
At all
Kids laughing and playing in the snow
Everywhere there are
Snowflakes

Coffee

So much depends
upon
A rich cup
of coffee
Garnished with whipped
cream
And topped with
sprinkles

Winter Frost

Frost covers the ground
Like a sparkling white diamond
Before disappearing without a sound

The Ocean

 The cold wind   blowing on my face
Pulling the waves towards me
Before letting them go
Swaying the fir tress  side to  side

The ocean waves travel in a steady pace
Revealing more life   hidden to see
Before returning and letting them go
Back to their home   away from the tide

Seed

A seed is planted
And it slowly grows into
A majestic tree

Poetry

Poetry is art
Dancing words   on a blank page
Flowing like a river
Leading to an   imaginary world

It is a key
That opens  untold truths
And tells a tale  that has
Never been told before

Poetry signifies   an importance in the world
It is a   teacher
That teaches us much more
Than we have ever known before

        

     

  

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Found Poem from William Golding's Lord of the Flies

The Jungle: A Found Poem from Lord of the Flies

The arc of the lagoon

Between the palm trees

Scattered shadows from the darkness

Projecting through

To a point in infinity

The shore was fledged with palm trees

A bank covered with coarse grass

Fallen trees

Clouds of birds rose from tree tops

A diamond haze of the beach

Looking at the dazzling beach and water

With openness of the sun

Forced at last to believe in the reality of the island

They gazed intently at the dense blue of the horizon

And scanned the uncommunicative forest

Beneath the heat breeze crept over the clear water

The palm trees stood still to make a green roof

The wander breeze allowed coolness under the trees

Silence of the forest more intense than the heat

The island that they had guessed

The tide was low  

A strip of weed-strewn beach as firm as a road

Palm trees leaned against the light

Green feathers were a hundred feet up in the air

The ground beneath them 

A bank covered with coarse grass

Torn by upheavals of decaying palm saplings

Was the darkness of the forest 

Enclosed on either side

The view was robbed by mirage

Outside was the dark blue of the sea

Filled with a blue flower

The overflow hung down 

And spilled

Lavishly among the canopy of the forest 

Clambering among the pink rocks

With the sea on either side and crystal heights of air

Splintered trunks and then the drag

Leaving only a fringe of palm between the scar and the sea

By: Ada, Angela, Daniel, Emily, Noah, Shady, Steven

Source: Taken from page 4, 5, 11, 12, 15, 28, 29, 33, 36, 59

Images By: Emily and Noah

The Theme in "Do Seek Their Meat from God," by Charles G.D. Roberts

Theme

The theme in Robert's short story "Do Seek Their Meat from God," is that man and nature are always interconnected, and that they are always in a constant struggle for survival. Humans regard nature as dangerous and unpredictable, because there are too many secrets hidden within the forest. This is especially true at nighttime, for "through the dark of the thick woods," the settler cannot see or hear much of what is hiding. People are naturally afraid of the things they cannot see, so it is not surprising that animals like panthers are regarded as wild, viscous beasts. But animals kill simply to replenish their hunger, or in other words, they seek their meat from God. In this case, the two panthers hear a child's lonely cry in the forest and pursue it in order to survive and feed their young. They are innocent animals in comparison to humans, because people often give no second thoughts about harming animals in order to benefit from them. When two forces are constantly competing, there will always be a winner and a loser. The settler's kind heart enables him to find the courage to stand up to the panthers, and ultimately save the child. For the settler and the child to be able to survive, the panthers must have to die. As a result, this shows that the survival of mankind means the inevitable destruction of nature, in this case it is the whole panther family. The fact is, humans and nature are always going to be in competition, but ultimately mankind has the control over nature's fate.





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Vancouver Writers Fest 2016

Today, I attended the "New Shoots" presentation at the Granville Island, 2016 Vancouver Writers Fest. The experience was unlike any other, and I'm honestly glad that I decided to go. Not only did I meet some well-known Canadian authors, I also learned many new things about writing. For one, I learned that people should pursue their dreams at a young age. They shouldn't wait until their too old, and have lost their passion to pursue their goals. Also, it is important for authors to get outside critique of their work. Only that way, can they see their work in another person's perspective and learn how to improve upon their writing.





It was also interesting to learn that many starting authors prefer to write personal works instead of fiction works like fantasy or sci-fi. After getting to listen to some poems, it has inspired me and has given me more confidence in writing more about my own personal feelings and emotions. After the presentation, it also made me realize that the writing style of each person is unique, and that people prefer to write about different topics that relate to them personally. All in all, the experience was great and I've learned much more about writing, and also how to improve my own writing style.





 
      


After the presentation, I went to an art gallery. The paintings and sculptures were mostly abstract, but their interesting shapes and colours really fascinated me. They perfectly represented the different cultures of the artists, and each one felt unique in the way it was made. I felt like it was the perfect ending to a great day at the Vancouver Writers Festival.

Poems

Autumn

Colourful leaves fall

From waving branches in the

Wind blowing at night

 

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Stars

Stars winking at night

Glide across the horizon

Following the moon 

 

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