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The Sudbrook Spotlight |
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Sudbrook’s first on-line magazine featuring literary and visual arts |
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Archives, Edition #2 |
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I’m Not Sorry
I’m not sorry for my devious ways Despite this newly found reform My dear statue I’m not sorry My fair Electoral College and free market enterprise economists
The smell of fresh cut grass would hang in the air and the overworked birds would chirp in unison and we would lay down in a circle like the children we were With flowers in our hair and wild ideas in our fragile brain
We would think of peace and love and freedom And crazy nonsense like that.
And we would drink stale coffee Brewed three days before With too much Sweet and Low We couldn’t handle something bitter But we couldn’t afford real sugar
If we could have found an outlet we would have plugged in the radio But the park isn’t electric until it becomes a construction site Forget the ants and the dirt and the trees and animals And those crazy kids with nowhere else to go Fetch me some coffee Make sure it isn’t stale Like what you drink One sugar and one cream straight from the cow Set out to pasture That eat the grass we built this fine establishment upon That greedy cow
HmHmmmMhmmmmmmhmhmHmmmhm Someone hums A whisper of the jazz from the radio station That we aren’t listening to.
We are a lost generation, you and I. Our trouble created by we the hipsters doomed t solve it
We ain’t got nothing to fight but the fight itself, man.
Someone leaves and reminds us that the war is over Walking away and taking her radio with her Our notebooks still fresh With the rotting ideals that’ll never really die.
They just sit
Stagnant and stale.
Karl Marx! Your system never worked! Even though we all still read about it And pay Barnes & Nobles $7.95 For a brand new hardcopy reprint Who is Friedrich anyway?
John Lennon! They’re silk screening your picture onto t-shirts Imagine a world where you can wear your own lyrics And have your face across your chest For just a small fee
Che Guevara! I have a nice bumper sticker With your image On my brand new electric car I’m still the commie I once was And jazz plays on the car radio The old one was taken away That’s not my fault.
I’m not sorry, my dear flag Your were never hung from my rooftop I’m not sorry, my sweet pledge That I would laugh when they recited you And sing songs of socialism to which we never learned the tune
Etcetera! Etcetera!
We are the Etcetera Nation Mi anti-mind rambles on into beat up notebooks And torn apart keyboards As I tell you of my communal existence
A shopping cart is pushed through the dying corridors of Wal-Mart Who efficiently kills for only 8 cents a day. I’d like to read you my poem Mr. CEO As if art ever really hurt anyone
What’s on the agenda today?
I can now only protest to my own anti-mind and the beat up notebooks and the torn apart keyboards.
I’ve never been shut up and shut up I shall stay And like an old Ghost T own I’ll whither away.
Ken G. Grade 8
Just One More Moment Just one more moment… To memorize your face. Something I need to know. Something time will erase.
Just one more moment… To breathe in fresh air. Something I won’t get to do. A though I can’t bear.
Just one more moment… To reflect on my life. Something filled with happiness. Something filled with strife.
Just one more moment… To be who I want to be. Free to express myself. Free to be Free.
Just one more moment… To accomplish my goals. To be a mentor of bodies. To be a mentor of souls.
Just one more moment… To see bright greens and bright blues. Something that’s a right. A right won’t abuse.
Just one more moment… To be at ease. To be without unhappiness. Death, and Disease.
Just one more moment… Just one more moment… All I need is one more moment… A moment is all I need.
Derek S. Grade 7
Love
What is love but a simple devotion? Nothing but a mere emotion. They call you their family or friend, Then they stab you in the back, But anytime you got money, They cut you some slack. You think they’re always there for you, But they’re not. They’re never around till things get hot, And you get shot. This leaves you with the answer D, All the above, When it was really C- What is love?
Jarett M. Grade 7
My Lullaby
Stiffen up young baby Don’t cry, don’t you cry I will hold you through the night.
Listen up my young one, And dry all those tears, Let’s rest in silence for years
Be tough, small child, when I Leave you once again, Baby child, have strength again.
Be strong my loved one, Just be brave again, Small child who’s stronger than men.
When mommy and daddy fight, Hide away again, Don’t listen to the words they said.
Have patience, my small one, Soon will come the night, And dream of a better life
You escape into sleep Soar high in dreamland Leave this life fast as you can!
And when you start to cry Sing my lullaby, Suddenly, you’ll be all right!
R. Q. M. Grade 8
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As the sun sets over the mountains
And the stars begin to twinkle,
A small group of nomads set up a camp.
While the smells of roasting mutton and cheese,
Wafts up from the small yurts,
And the sheep begin to sleep,
The people drink the last of their tea,
And when the sky turns black,
And insects sing,
The nomads sleep.
But before the sun rises,
The nomads are on the road again,
Just as they have done for countless generations.
Reiter B. Grade 6
Sonnet 1 Let me not recall my unfortunate event For she had broken my heart And with this action she put me in torment Love is hard, and tears you apart You are together and you are her lover Your love for her is all your heart desires But when you leave each other you only think of her Love can drain you of all your energy for all it requires Love is a winding road with twists and turns You wander down it and never leave a trace You always have these yearns To go back to her and see her face But if this be error and upon me proved Nor no man has ever been hurt.
Scott A. Grade 8
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Tyrone W. Grade 8 |
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Amaan M. Grade 6 |
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Matt F. Grade 8 |
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Soyin L. Grade 7 |
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Jamie B. Grade 8 |
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