Dec. 17, 2008
More Random CHRIST-mas thoughts and blatherings of a homeschooler
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Presents Underneath the tree, Is bare, but for You, Then suddenly colorful gifts, Are blocking You from view Let us put these Christmas gifts, Upon some shelf for later, The focus is on You, Oh Lord, Not some face on a tater! As we give and as we get, we must never ever forget, the gifts that three wise men gave, to the greatest offering! |
Dec. 12, 2008
Christmas thoughts and blatherings of a homeschool student.
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I bet you expected this. I got to write a bunch of poems about whatever I wanted, however I wanted. Here's the result. The Game Board games, they are Sometimes taken for granted, If we had no board games, we would get very bored, so here is something I propose, Something quite simple, let's call them Anti-bored games!!! The True Meaning Deep down in Bethlehem this day, Upon a bed of hay you lay, Quietly, this noble birth, Suddenly gave us all great worth. SIGH Sleigh bells tinkle, There goes ol' Chris Kringle, Happy Kwanza, Winter Break, Oh this really takes the cake! This season is about YOU Oh Lord Let us sing "Merry CHRIST-mas" with one accord. Lucy (you'll see why.) Sadly I walk down the street, mourning my lamentable fate, I did not get what I wanted this year I got toys, scarves, socks, and mittens, Sadly, REAL ESTATE was nowhere in sight. Live Nativity (to be sung to the tune of "let it snow") Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, and since we've no place to go, let's stand out in five below! When we finally go inside, to warm up our frozen hands, I want to go and hide, I have to go back to Israel lands! Merry CHRIST-mas! legochristian |
Nov. 24, 2008
The Random Thoughts and Blatherings of a Homeschooler.
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Introduction: If you are reading this, you are probably expecting a post on my take on all the problems in the world. You probably didn't expect poems on legos, Wii, batteries, robots, spring, paintings, and whatever else popped into my head when I sat down to write a poem. But that is exactly what this post is. If you want my take on all the problems in the world, you'll just have to wait. (please note that the stories in the poems probably didn't take place.) The Room of Legos. Legos dull and legos bright, All kinds of legos are just right, Legos up, legos down In my room legos are all around. For this poem, I had to have a moral. The Blackbird War. The blackbird soaring in the sky, Sees a peacock, and by and by, Becomes unconcious of his own splendor, And against the peacock wages war, A war that he would soon lose, While the dove quietly coos. 50 Years of the Automatic Binding Brick. Fifty years it's been around A lego brick so small in size, Yet causes commotion all over town, For these bricks, the child sighs. A brick so small and yet, More sighs will be heard I bet. This one I had to use personification. Hunger. My hunger growls and roars, Yearning for the meat of wild boars, Pieces of pie or cookies, It even thinks it could eat twenty Wookies! I yearn to stuff it full, fill it to the brink, yet one thing eludes me, the essential final link, The permission of my parents is not given, My hunger still is driven. The Anatomy of a Battery A battery caught my eye one day, And as it did I pondered the way, It gives power to most devices, Like God gave us without any prices, The energy coursing through it's viens, Is marching circles in my brains, The power, once uncontrollable now bridled, We keep in cilindrical boxes, soon to be kindled. This one I actually made into a song. Send the Rain. The clouds are dark and looming, Lightning cracks and thunder is booming, The ground and our souls are thirsty, So dear Lord please send the rain. Send the rain! Oh send the rain! Fill us up to overflowing. Send the rain! Oh send the rain! Dear Lord, please send the rain. The skies are clear now, The clouds have gone away, And in the sky is your rainbow, Dear Lord you sent the rain! You sent the rain! Oh You sent the rain! You filled us up to overflowing. You sent the rain! Oh You sent the rain! Dear Lord, you sent the rain! Dear Lord, you sent the rain! This next poem is called a sonnet. It pertains to Fox News' Bill O'Rielly. Blooter. Once I got on my computer, And opened up my E-mail application, And without any dictation, Asked Bill O'Riellly what was a "blooter" He responded without a computer, On the air, on Fox News, "Look it up, it's not abuse, Find in the dictionary 'Blooter'" I looked and looked but could not find, That word that Bill had said, It eluded me so well. And so I said "you are unkind, To make up a word that is not thouroughbred.", If I find the meaning only time will tell. And in case you're wondering, a blooter is a fool, a blathering idiot. (I might be a blatherer, but I'm not a blooter.) This next one I had to describe a beast. Anger. The beast, dark, looming, Rises up, his voice is booming, Fire pours from his mouth, As he roars the birds fly south, Venom drips from his fangs, The scales on his body hangs, The creature's bed, where sleeps he, What horror! It is inside me! The Robot. Spindly legs ruse up in the air, Arms crush steel without a care, Motors, batteries and wheels, A machine that does not need meals, The towering, gleaming, metal man, You must know, it is an automotan. My Parents. My life is due to you, The power of you two, Who with the help of God, Brought me into being. You I will hug and kiss, Without anything amiss, I will express this feeling strongly, But maybe not enough. All to often I neglect it, As I retreve rain soaked mitt, To tell me how I feel, I do not mention it at all. Isaiah. My Pastor, my mentor, my leader, my friend, I weep and am sad, could this perhaps be the end? All the times we have enjoyed, Soon to be gone, perhaps forgotten. Yet still we are connected, our friendship is not ended, I hope that still you will be, My pastor,mentor, leader, friend. A Rainbow. I must be daft to think That a rainbow is not nice, I view it with pleasure and Admire it's seven colors. Breakfast. I travel on white carpet, That could crunch at any time, The yolks and whites are in a bowl, Soon to be destroyed. The Dragon The heat of his breath, The stench of his wind, The deafening roar of his fury, His wings clap the ground, He soars in the sky, Destroying all the towns in his path. This is in free verse. Ode to Wii. Oh Wii, so stately serious, On the outside, but inside, Full of fun. I enjoy your inccesant games, Playing music, and excercising. Now we are playing ball, In the house. Oh now, you fell of the shelf, Where you reside, your inside, Parts are scattered. I perform surgery, and put, You back together. Now you are whole again, And I love you all the more. The Peasant Dance, by Pieter Brughal, The elder. Merry feet spinning round, Bagpipes blaring, playing loud, Little mother bending down, A pair of lovers kiss and embrace, Happy people spinning round, Happy people spinning round, Happy people spinning round, This is Kerness. The Buds Form. The buds form on bare branches, The flowers begin to bloom, Birds return, New life begins, Animals and Earth awake. later! legochristian |