DPS+Poetry

Thurs. Oct 6: Mon. Oct. 10: Tues. Oct 11: Kip Glickman Mon. Oct 17: Libby Greenberg Tues. Oct 18: Dean Sallan Mon. Oct 24: Hanna Rybak Tues. Oct 25: Aaron Schafer, Aaron Orel Thurs. Oct 27: Aidan Folbe, Jonah Newman
 * Please sign up for the day that you will bring your favorite poem to read aloud to the class.**

// by: Robert Herrick // GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.
 * TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME. **

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer ; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may go marry : For having lost but once your prime You may for ever tarry.

** O Captain! My Captain! ** // by: Walt Whitman // O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10 For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20 Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

**On Turning Ten** By: Billy Collins The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache or the headaches I get from reading in bad light-- a kind of measles of the spirit, a mumps of the psyche, a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking back, but that is because you have forgotten the perfect simplicity of being one and the beautiful complexity introduced by two. But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit. At four I was an Arabian wizard. I could make myself invisible by drinking a glass of milk a certain way. At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.

But now I am mostly at the window watching the late afternoon light. Back then it never fell so solemnly against the side of my tree house, and my bicycle never leaned against the garage as it does today, all the dark blue speed drained out of it.

This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself, as I walk through the universe in my sneakers. It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends, time to turn the first big number.

It seems only yesterday I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I could shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed.

(Chosen by Ms. Beck)

Fourteen

The older I get the more I lose the time to play

The older I get the less time I spend in bed to just lay

The older I get my feet and my head have grown

The older I get the more I get my mind is never blown

The older I get the more I have to try

The older I get the harder it is to cry

The older I get the older everyone becomes

The older I get the more I have to overcome

The older I get the less I enjoy the day

The older I get the more I am told what way

The older I get the challenges in life are harder to achieve

The older I get the harder it is to believe

The older I get the less my imagination runs wild

And yet I have no desire to go back to being a child

-Kip Glickman

Anything is possible, if you think it is worthwhile If you’re willing to go the distance, to go the extra mile. With determination and effort, you can often achieve more Because you don’t always get what you wish, but what you work for. Dreams can become challenging, but no matter what the cost Strive to complete the task before you, and you’ll never end up lost. So bring with you your goals, and leave your doubts behind Whether you think you can or can’t, you certainly will find You’ll be right either way–so never quit, and this is why: You’ll never become a failure, until you fail to try. -Dean Sallan

No matter where life takes me, find me with a smile pursuit to be happy only laughing like a child I never thought life would be this sweet It got me cheesing from cheek to cheek -Dean Sallan

23:1 A Psalm of David. the Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

23:2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside the still waters.

23:3 He restoreth my soul; He guideth me in straight paths for His name's sake.

23:4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me.

23:5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou hast anointed my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

23:6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

-Aidan Folbe

The Will to Win You can’t coach heart, you can never coach desire, they must always come from within. Rules may be learned, and skills developed, But you cannot be taught the will to win. You must reach a little deeper to bring out your best, You must be your own motivation. Keep going, never quit, you have to have a reason, You are your own strength, your own inspiration. By: Melissa Underwood -Jonah Newman

I Sat Belonely  - John Lennon

I sat belonely down a tree, humbled fat and small. A little lady sing to me I couldn’t see at all.

I’m looking up and at the sky, to find such wonderous voice. Puzzly, puzzle, wonder why, I hear but I have no choice.

‘Speak up, come forth, you ravel me’, I potty menthol shout. ‘I know you hiddy by this tree’. But still she won’t come out.

Such sofly singing lulled me sleep, an hour or two or so I wakeny slow and took a peep and still no lady show.

Then suddy on a little twig I thought I see a sight, A tiny little tiny pig, that sing with all it’s might

‘I thought you were a lady’, I giggle,-well I may, To my surprise the lady, got up-and flew away.

Aaron Schafer

Sorry, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

There is much in life that makes me sorry as I journey down life’s way. And I seem to see more pathos in poor human Lives each day. I’m sorry for the strong brave men, who shield the weak from harm, But who, in their own troubled hours find no Protecting arm.

I’m sorry for the victors who have reached success, to stand As targets for the arrows shot by envious failure’s hand. I’m sorry for the generous hearts who freely shared their wine, But drink alone the gall of tears in fortune’s drear decline.

I’m sorry for the souls who build their own fame’s funeral pyre, Derided by the scornful throng like ice deriding fire. I’m sorry for the conquering ones tho know not sin’s defeat, But daily tread down fierce desire ‘neath scorched and bleeding feet.

I’m sorry for the anguished hearts that break with passions strain, But I’m sorrier for the poor starved souls that Never knew love’s pain. Who hunger on through barren years not tasting joys they crave, For sadder far is such a lot than weeping o’er a grave.

I’m sorry for the souls that come unwelcomed into birth, I’m sorry for the unloved old who cumber up the earth. I’m sorry for the suffering poor in life’s great maelstrom hurled, In truth I’m sorry for them all who make this aching world.

But underneath whate’er seems sad and is not understood, I know there lies hid from our sight a mighty germ of good. And this belief stands firm by me, my sermon, motto, text – The sorriest things in this life will seem grandest in the next. -Aaron Orel.