Ballad of a Mystery

He must have disappeared when I turned my back,
For when I turned around he was not where he last sat.
Maybe he flew away or maybe even ran!
Could it be that he found another man?

I looked over, I looked under, 
I looked in between,
But the darned thing was nowhere to be seen.

He must have disappeared when I stopped to fix my tie,
Or when I stopped to give a little brat a lollipop so that he would not cry.
Maybe my stories and complaints caused him to grow tired,
Or maybe even by some wealthy, skinny old lady he got himself hired.

I looked over, I looked under, 
I looked in between,
But the darned thing was nowhere to be seen.

I wonder if he ran off when I stopped to be prayed for?
If that is the case, then he is ungodly to his core!
Maybe he just took a walk, maybe he couldn’t wait,
Until the prayer was over. That must be the case!

I looked over, I looked under, 
I looked in between,
But the darned thing was nowhere to be seen.

I searched the corridors, I looked through bags and garbage pans,
I lifted rocks, shook trees and even dug in sand.
I waited on the curb where we met
I waited there in the sunshine, the windy even when it was wet!

I looked over, I looked under, 
I looked in between,
But the darned thing was nowhere to be seen.

So in despair I walked alone with my head low, feeling like this was the end,
Only to look up and see my missing friend with a friend.
I ran to him and hugged them both with glee!
I cried to my no longer lost friend and asked: “Why did you leave me?”
He said: “My dearest dearest dear, your side I would never leave.
So wipe your tears my friend, no more do you have to grieve.”
I looked at him with a befuddled expression and asked: “What then did you do?”

He smiled at me and said: “I went to get my other half so now you have a sense of humour times two.”

Rajae Williams

(Class of 2009)

Creativity Quotes 2

 

Quote 2

"For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)—they are experiences."


 —Rainer Maria Rilke

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

---Robert Frost

Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why)

I was born in the congo
I walked to the fertile crescent and built
    the sphinx
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
    that only glows every one hundred years falls
    into the center giving divine perfect light
I am bad
I sat on the throne
    drinking nectar with allah
I got hot and sent an ice age to europe
    to cool my thirst
My oldest daughter is nefertiti
    the tears from my birth pains
    created the nile
I am a beautiful woman
I gazed on the forest and burned
    out the sahara desert
    with a packet of goat's meat
    and a change of clothes
I crossed it in two hours
I am a gazelle so swift
    so swift you can't catch me
    For a birthday present when he was three
I gave my son hannibal an elephant
    He gave me rome for mother's day
My strength flows ever on
My son noah built new/ark and
I stood proudly at the helm
    as we sailed on a soft summer day
I turned myself into myself and was
    jesus
    men intone my loving name
    All praises All praises
I am the one who would save
I sowed diamonds in my back yard
My bowels deliver uranium
    the filings from my fingernails are
    semi-precious jewels
    On a trip north
I caught a cold and blew
My nose giving oil to the arab world
I am so hip even my errors are correct
I sailed west to reach east and had to round off
    the earth as I went
    The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid
    across three continents
I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
I cannot be comprehended except by my permission
I mean...I...can fly
    like a bird in the sky...

---Nikki Giovanni

Quote

"Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world."

 — Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Creative Movements

The aim of this blog is to highlight the works of the students present in the class of Creative Writing.

It will showcase their pieces, of poetry, fiction and drama, highlighting both traditional and free verse lyrics, short stories and aspects of play writing. 

Pictures will accompany each piece so as to credit the poet/poetess, author or playwright as is necessary.