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The Treasure
To Hebron Dudley Bailey came
To teach in ’32,
A man of God, or so he’d claim,
His peers, though, misconstrued.
He preached the cryptic wealth of Christ
Which none could understand
Such that no thinking would suffice
Though he knew truth firsthand.
Though he believed that he’d found God,
Would see him up above,
Preceptors said, “this man’s a fraud
Who blasphemes, void of love.”
And old Red Purington, the head
Of school, with piercing stare
Sent Dudley off to live instead
Someplace that wasn’t there.
So Dudley packed his bags and left,
Wife Hannah by his side,
They traveled through the state bereft,
Devoid of any pride.
They came to Greene and there he preached,
For seven years or less,
When soon in Greene did rumors reach
That Dud was blasphemous.
And as before, to Cornville, Wayne,
St. Albans, Hartland too,
Until near all the state of Maine,
Of Dudley’s repute knew.
By then his daughter Harriet,
Born 18 years before,
Abandoned this Iscariot,
a new life she left for.
So agéd Dudley and his wife,
Tried Monson for a while,
But word got through again—so rife
—One more supposéd crime.
But when the mayor looked for Dud,
To send him on the path,
He found inside Dud’s home a flood,
And Dud drowned in the bath.
His wife returned to Hebron then,
And dug him in the ground,
The place where she had grown up when
Her father owned the town.
Old Red’s son, George, head now was he
His own son soon he bred
Named Otis, born 12/23
A year since Dud was dead.
Now Hannah midwifed Mrs. George,
the babe loved as her spawn,
A friendship she hoped would be forged,
Alas, they’d soon be gone.
On Christmas day, Red went to scrub
All clean for his own health,
But Babe and midwife, drowned in tub,
At last found Christ’s great wealth.
Poetry Collection- McCaela
Here is the link to my collection!
Poetry Collection – Sarah
A link to view my collection of poetry in google drive:
https://drive.google.com/a/hebronacademy.org/folderview?id=0B_N2SLcWoCdYflFHS014THdjRXY5dl9QZlVzQzdqakdnWkZMSlJWUF8xY2Eyd0pwdG5uZE0&usp=sharing
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These are my nine poems – hope you all enjoy!
Captivating Corrosive Entity
Captivating corrosive entity;
That which we all are obliged to pursue,
And will accept with full passion and glee,
Until we forget that it was never true.
That which one despises oneself without
That lacking, a life has no true purpose
A life is destinationless no doubt.
So much time wasted over such a fuss.
We have forgotten how to be alone.
We tear ourselves apart in frantic search
For what we always fear is the unknown.
Unwillfully without would us besmirch.
Lo this that human kind can’t get rid of
Captivating corrosive thing called love.
It’s Horrid, Isn’t It?
Injured by the impact and left for dead,
The crimson frog tries a futile hop
But falls down, staining the pavement more red
Succumbing to the next tire with a pop.
What remnants there are bake under the sun,
All that remain are bones and a red stane.
The birds come to the feast but there is none,
This time there is not one morsel to gain.
The road is a dark and dangerous place
For any other than people and car.
The death and destruction is a disgrace
So many animals now dead they are.
Roadkill is the never ending story
And a sad one I hope you would agree.
One Cannot Hide
Oh truth is the unifying essence
There is no need to argue about fact
From truth comes reason and all that makes sense.
There is true harmony in its exact.
Oh truth is also a terrible thing
Truth is inescapable, unmoving
One may not run from it or hide from it,
For it is all seeing and all knowing.
With tales and lies, others may be out wit
Oh but truth itself can never be tricked.
Truth is what always has been and will be.
Without truth, clearly we all could not see.
Without truth, there would not be humanity.
The Simplicities of Life
Oh what a collection of things,
People, cars, trees and birds.
Here in the park an old man sings
With delight in his words.
He sings with joy every morning
Rain or shine he sings
Never sad, never glum
Spreading peace with every strum.
But he has no house
Just a nomad with his guitar.
But he is happier than we are
Because he lobes his job.
The sound of his song
Echoes around the city strong.
The sound of his music
Will cure any heart sick.
This man is a simple man
He had loved music before he began.
He will continue to love to sing
Until to heaven death will him bring.
Beautiful but Dangerous
Please beware when sailing across the sea
For the ocean is a pitiless place
The sea can be deadly as you will see.
On the sea you are smaller than a flea
Like a prisoner in an endless space.
Please beware when sailing across the sea.
Once caught in the expanse, one cannot flee
And is caught in a powerful embrace.
The sea can be deadly as you will see.
Weak souls cannot survive you must agree
Their bodies would vanish without a trace.
Please beware when sailing across the sea.
Please do fully heed this ardent decree
When cold wind is whipping across your face,
The sea can be deadly as you will see.
Sailing on the open sea you are free
But surely don’t be deceived by its grace.
Please beware when sailing across the sea.
The sea can be deadly as you will see.
Know Yourself
To live you need to know your inner song
If you listen closely it will be clear
It is what you have searched for all along.
Deep inside you the beat is always strong
But if not carful, away you will steer.
To live you need to know your inner song.
The road to knowledge is so very long
Always filled with regret, remorse, and fear
It is what you have searched for all along.
Sometimes the search for your song is lifelong
But your enlightenment is always near
To live you need to know your inner song.
Our inner song is where we all belong
Although silly this poem might appear
It is what you have searched for all along.
This, my villanelle, I will not prolong,
I wish for you the road not be unclear
To live you need to know your inner song
It is what you have searched for all along.
A Beautiful Encounter
Swimming in the ocean the girl sees
An approaching shark.
The beast swims closer
Teeth bared, ready for the kill.
The girl gazes at the predator.
She thinks all is over,
Speechless, she stares into its eyes.
They are black pits,
Endless holes hiding dark intentions.
But the girl looks again,
She peers deeper into the eyes
Past her fears.
They are just eyes, nothing more.
This is not an evil being.
The shark swims past the amazed girl.
The leviathan disappears into the gloom,
Becoming one with the ocean once more.
The girl stares after the terrible creature
Until nothing more can be seen.
The girl keeps staring
Staring at nothing
She is crying.
She just witnessed something profound,
Something beautiful.
The Silent Majority
A walk through the forest is a wonderful thing
The untrained eye just sees
Leaf litter and the occasional squirrel.
Birds can be heard
But appear to be visible.
But next time
You find yourself in the forest.
Take the time to pause.
Look up, look down, look around.
The ground is never dead
Neither are the trees.
You don’t have to see a deer
To see nature.
Nature is all around you.
The insects biting you,
The birds scolding you,
And the mice scurrying away.
The more you see, hear, and feel
The more you know
We are not alone.
Hebron Tennis
Let me tell you a story,
I was just a little boy
This was a new school you see
I had to make all new friends.
But I made Hebron my school.
I played soccer and tennis
And did science which was cool.
I even won the pancakes.
Today I had a hard match
We played Gould Academy.
They weren’t easy to dispatch
As we had been expecting.
We won the first set easy
Then they did the same to us
This meant it was brought to three.
Twas far too intense for me.
I did not think we would win
When we were down three to two.
Chase looked at me with a grin
And said we will win this match.
I don’t exactly no why
But I trusted his spirit.
I looked up at the blue sky,
And I knew the end was nigh.
We battled up to five four
All four of us were angry
But we would not lose this war.
Chase and I were angrier.
Before my very last stroke
I located my target
A spirit in me evoke.
I hit my target and won.
I will not forget the sound
Of my all my teammates wild cheers.
Because in me I had found
Another piece of my song.
This was a good way to end
My sports career at Hebron.
Though the time begins to blend
Some times you never forget.
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The Bricks Bearing His Name(Ballad) — Tianren
The Bricks Bearing His Name
There stood old Sturtevant,
Who had been watching here,
For over hundreds of years,
Overlooking at the bowl, still and sheer.
The leaves were falling, the wind chilling,
But old Sturtevant never made a move.
And one day an eager student asked:
“People come and go, but why you never leave?”
To his astonishment the old man spoke,
In a manner most benign,
And on and on he told,
A story, in a voice so divine.
“When I was young I had a dream,
As grand as that of Martin Luther King.
I dreamed to catch the wind,
And refine it, confine it to spring.
People would thank me for my deed,
To jail this ruthless air.
So when the coldness came,
Our skin would be fair.
So around the earth I ran,
To capture this amorphous shape.
Again and again I attempted,
But I saw nothing in my gape.
So down I lay, utterly bemused,
What should I do to contain the gust?
Boom! a hunch took over my mind,
Surely, I had to own it to reign over it.
Thereafter I changed my plan,
‘cause winter was bitter anyway.
I took out all my iron tools,
And built giant fans with no delay.
Soon my invention powered the country,
And cooled the sweat of the scorching summer.
My factory sat in Boston,
On the ground of Jamaica Plain,
My wind blew to Europe,
Stirred ripples on a German river.
And now I am here, standing in oblivion.”
The old man creased, pondering in silence.
His eyes were tearing sand,
On the path that walk the students .
In a trice he disappeared.
Into the wind, he had gone without fame .
The last thing he ever left,
Were some bricks bearing his name.
My Dear Friend Bunbury — Tianren
My Dear Friend Bunbury
My dear friend Bunbury’s life was free,
Not like a pigeon post, a missive bearer,
But like a swallow, who hovered with glee,
And from captivities fled, a real farer.
When matters muddled, he would simplify;
To do me a favor he would always be glad.
His deeds, if listed, would judges stupefy,
Yet judge he was not, for measures he had.
So much would I commend him more,
Yet such praises worried his modesty.
Such helpfulness wearied him to the floor,
And oft a visit I pay him, with sincerity.
To see him I my engagements threw,
To seize the day like a swallow I flew.
Ode to Death — Tianren
Ode to Death
Redoubtable as all the quick beings think,
You, whose virtue has been long deprived,
Remain as taut, like knots that lives link,
Embrace your haters, with your utter pride.
Darkness they call you, because you blind,
Them from the magnitude of this universe,
But I will call you just, because you rescind,
All the enormities consequent to their impulse.
If greed be a deadly sin, as they define it,
Then sinners they are, for their perfidy,
Which merits no pity, but you kindly permit,
Eternity to them, and pardon their stupidity.
So much pain you have eased and ceased;
So many sacrifices you have made into glory;
So many suspending doubts you have cleared;
So many stories you have endowed to memory.
Nature — Tianren
Nature
Nature is not as capricious as man,
Who seeks beauty after beauty,
She merely plays out her own plan.
We make out from her wine,
Yet we all bias in our taste,
Nature is not as fastidious as man.
Her greenish coat we undon,
Remiss of her ire and wrath,
She merely plays out her own plan.
In her warm hug we get tan,
But from her tears we stay away,
Nature is not as incongruous as man.
We touch her deep in her vein,
Uncovered her chamber of gold,
Nature is not as covetous as man,
She merely plays out her own plan.
Beauty — Tianren
Beauty
What is inside you that is so fatal,
Wherefore kings fall, and Dorian dies?
Yet the charm you cast was so vital,
To make people spry, and more curious.
In search of your marks, they slyly lie,
To themselves, that you are ephemeral.
They laud you grandly, and back you sigh.
Lovely Ariel, your existence is atemporal.
You play the pranks that pull people in,
Witty frolics that bond them together,
To seek you, but you vanish in a grin,
Of joy, of utter romance, and of wonder.
So long as people persist in searching,
You will be carrying on your being.