Fire Island
As a young kid, my family would go down to Fire Island every summer and visit our lifelong family friends down at their beach house. Chris and Grace, the two sisters were lifelong friends with my dad, Leo and James were my good friends that I had known since I was born, and Paul who was graces husband was always there as well. Paul would make us dinner every night, and being the chef that he was, he would preach to us how he made the food while we ate the food. I didn’t mind it but after a while you just want to eat your food in peace. Their house was a cabin that was inland only five minutes walking distance to the beach. This island was cool because the actual island was like a forest and all the houses were in this forest. Instead of sidewalks you walked along boardwalks that maneuvered through the trees. At night, Leo, James and I would play Mario 64 and Sonic the Hedgehog. During the day we would have endless fun at the beach.
Everyday we explore this island with an endless amount of kids to find. The boardwalk gave me splinters, but it was just all part of the experience. It never occurred to me to wear sandals. At the beach we find inland pools of water that make lazy rivers. It’s like a playground of sand. I’m afraid to ask the ice-cream man for ice-cream. My father thinks it’s silly to be afraid of buying ice-cream but I imagine that the ice-cream guy will get mad or something. That was the big conflict of the summer. We collect empty cans to bring back to the recycling in return for a few cents per can. 10 cents was a lot of money to us. I was probably 8 years old during the summer that I am recalling. It was probably one of the best times of my life. As a young kid everything is so exciting.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Childrens Story
The mouse’s adventure
I trekked through the tunnel. I saw a light at the end. It must have been hours since I entered the tunnel. I had to get out of the rain. I came to a clearing; I was in a big, cold room with a huge metal machine. It was better than being outside. I watched water droplets form on the clear panels that let light into the room. A gate opened and two huge columns stomped into the room. This thing got into the metal machine and it started to roar. Its eyes started glowing and it started backing up. One of the walls opened up and the machine backed up out into the abyss. The wall closed back down and the room was silent once again. All I could hear now was the echo of rain outside.
I traversed across the room to the gate where the creature entered from. The gate had a hole in it which was covered by a flap. I hopped over the hole and into the other room. I could smell the scent of a beast. I could feel the vibration of something through the floor. The pounding was getting closer. I followed the hallway to a delicious smelling room. I looked back to see a giant beast staring right at me. I backed up into a corner of the room where the beast slowly came closer. I was trapped. I looked over to my right where I saw a whole in the wall; I darted into the hole barely escaping the beast’s jowls. I was in a dark little space. I trekked through the cave until I saw a dim light. I heard
voices towards the light. It was a family of mice having dinner.
“Hello sir, what brings you here?” said one of the mice.
“It was raining so I had to find some shelter, when I got inside I came across a giant beast who tried to eat me. I escaped into this whole in the wall and here I am.”
“Well I’m glad you’re alright chap, my name is Peter and this is my family, this is my wife Patricia and this is our son Pete.”
“My name is Mouseth.”
“Would you join us for dinner Mouseth? Tonight’s meal is crouton shavings and milk.”
“That sounds amazing, I haven’t eaten all day.”
As we sat there and ate our scrumptious meal, the family told me about their travels and how they came to live here. In this house, there is a whole civilization of mice. The beast I encountered is known as golzor to the mice. Some mice are known as scouts; they stake out on the high cliffs and watch for the beast. Then there are agents, they go right into enemy territory and gather food for the next day. I was assigned the job of the agent. My first gathering would be tonight. All agents met in the main lobby, which was a huge room in the mice city. We were each given a rope. We split up into groups of three. I was grouped together with a mouse of the name of Louse and another of the name of Douse.
We looked out the hole into the wild, the scouts would tell us when the coast was clear and then we would run to the next safe zone. We darted out and ran for shelter. The beast was on our tracks. We each split up; I ducked under the machine that’s supposed to make food. I could feel the breath of the beast right above me. He was searching for me.
His massive claws were almost touching me. Then with a snort, the beast walked off back into the wild. I ran out to regroup with my squad. They had already set up a rope to climb up the side of the wall. We scaled up the side of the wall and out of beast territory. We were on top of a canyon now looking down on where we climbed from. There were all sorts of giant pieces of food up here. I grabbed a sheet of crispy bread and a sheet of cheese. Louse grabbed two big orbs of liquid and Douse filled his bag with sweet crystals. We scaled back down the cliff and into the basin. I could hear the pounding of a beast approaching. This beast was like the first one I saw when I entered the house. It was a towering creature that walked differently from the other creature. We hid on the underside of the cliff while we watched the beast. The beast walked towards a big box, and ripped it open. I watched as the beast grabbed a huge container of milk and poured the ocean of liquid down its throat. The thing then picked up some sort of contraption which turned on and started making a loud whirring noise. We had to make it directly across the room to get to safety. All of a sudden the machine started sucking up stuff around us. It was moving towards us. It was every mouse for himself. The machine jutted out straight for me, I rolled to the side and made a run for it. I wasn’t fast enough because the machine sucked me into it. I wasn’t sure where I was going, this could be the end for me.
It must have been hours since I was sucked into this place. All I could feel around me was floor particles and dust. The machine turned off shortly after I was sucked into it, I wondered if I would ever escape this place.
I woke up to find that the thing I was in was moving. I was being carried, probably by the creature that brought me here. All of a sudden, I started falling; I could breathe fresh air once again! I was now lying in a garbage can. Trekking across pieces of garbage, I finally reached the top and could see out the can. I felt like I had just climbed a mountain. The sky was clear and the sun was shining. I had survived. Wherever life takes me next, I will just have to find out.
I trekked through the tunnel. I saw a light at the end. It must have been hours since I entered the tunnel. I had to get out of the rain. I came to a clearing; I was in a big, cold room with a huge metal machine. It was better than being outside. I watched water droplets form on the clear panels that let light into the room. A gate opened and two huge columns stomped into the room. This thing got into the metal machine and it started to roar. Its eyes started glowing and it started backing up. One of the walls opened up and the machine backed up out into the abyss. The wall closed back down and the room was silent once again. All I could hear now was the echo of rain outside.
I traversed across the room to the gate where the creature entered from. The gate had a hole in it which was covered by a flap. I hopped over the hole and into the other room. I could smell the scent of a beast. I could feel the vibration of something through the floor. The pounding was getting closer. I followed the hallway to a delicious smelling room. I looked back to see a giant beast staring right at me. I backed up into a corner of the room where the beast slowly came closer. I was trapped. I looked over to my right where I saw a whole in the wall; I darted into the hole barely escaping the beast’s jowls. I was in a dark little space. I trekked through the cave until I saw a dim light. I heard
voices towards the light. It was a family of mice having dinner.
“Hello sir, what brings you here?” said one of the mice.
“It was raining so I had to find some shelter, when I got inside I came across a giant beast who tried to eat me. I escaped into this whole in the wall and here I am.”
“Well I’m glad you’re alright chap, my name is Peter and this is my family, this is my wife Patricia and this is our son Pete.”
“My name is Mouseth.”
“Would you join us for dinner Mouseth? Tonight’s meal is crouton shavings and milk.”
“That sounds amazing, I haven’t eaten all day.”
As we sat there and ate our scrumptious meal, the family told me about their travels and how they came to live here. In this house, there is a whole civilization of mice. The beast I encountered is known as golzor to the mice. Some mice are known as scouts; they stake out on the high cliffs and watch for the beast. Then there are agents, they go right into enemy territory and gather food for the next day. I was assigned the job of the agent. My first gathering would be tonight. All agents met in the main lobby, which was a huge room in the mice city. We were each given a rope. We split up into groups of three. I was grouped together with a mouse of the name of Louse and another of the name of Douse.
We looked out the hole into the wild, the scouts would tell us when the coast was clear and then we would run to the next safe zone. We darted out and ran for shelter. The beast was on our tracks. We each split up; I ducked under the machine that’s supposed to make food. I could feel the breath of the beast right above me. He was searching for me.
His massive claws were almost touching me. Then with a snort, the beast walked off back into the wild. I ran out to regroup with my squad. They had already set up a rope to climb up the side of the wall. We scaled up the side of the wall and out of beast territory. We were on top of a canyon now looking down on where we climbed from. There were all sorts of giant pieces of food up here. I grabbed a sheet of crispy bread and a sheet of cheese. Louse grabbed two big orbs of liquid and Douse filled his bag with sweet crystals. We scaled back down the cliff and into the basin. I could hear the pounding of a beast approaching. This beast was like the first one I saw when I entered the house. It was a towering creature that walked differently from the other creature. We hid on the underside of the cliff while we watched the beast. The beast walked towards a big box, and ripped it open. I watched as the beast grabbed a huge container of milk and poured the ocean of liquid down its throat. The thing then picked up some sort of contraption which turned on and started making a loud whirring noise. We had to make it directly across the room to get to safety. All of a sudden the machine started sucking up stuff around us. It was moving towards us. It was every mouse for himself. The machine jutted out straight for me, I rolled to the side and made a run for it. I wasn’t fast enough because the machine sucked me into it. I wasn’t sure where I was going, this could be the end for me.
It must have been hours since I was sucked into this place. All I could feel around me was floor particles and dust. The machine turned off shortly after I was sucked into it, I wondered if I would ever escape this place.
I woke up to find that the thing I was in was moving. I was being carried, probably by the creature that brought me here. All of a sudden, I started falling; I could breathe fresh air once again! I was now lying in a garbage can. Trekking across pieces of garbage, I finally reached the top and could see out the can. I felt like I had just climbed a mountain. The sky was clear and the sun was shining. I had survived. Wherever life takes me next, I will just have to find out.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Snow
Blood in my hands freeze
We shred the mountains with ease
We strap plastic sheets to our feet
Snow was warm once
Blood in my hands didn’t freeze
Fat people migrate from the beach
To sit in the toasty snow
Spas in the mountain peaks
Blizzards would be toasty
And people would live in the snow
Demons
The radio warns society of demons
Don’t drink that beer
Don’t curse
The Demon on the radio knows all
Listen to him little sheep
Deranged lunatics,
The demon is real
Spend your life listening to the demon
Don’t think, just do
The universe
The waterfalls of Europa
Slip into the sea
Life looks up at the sky of outer crust
Sea lions see their way
The orb of light shines through ocean
Lighting the way for the sea beasts
Undiscovered
The Bagel
David Ignatow
I stopped to pick up the bagel rolling away in the wind, annoyed with myself for having dropped it as if it were a portent. Faster and faster it rolled,with me running after it bent low, gritting my teeth, and I found myself doubled overand rolling down the street head over heels, one complete somersault after another like a bagel and strangely happy with myself.
David Ignatow
The narrator dropped a bagel and it rolled away. He chased after it and started tumbling down the street.
The author is trying to hold on to something that he can’t keep in his grasp, and in the end he realizes that you should just go with the flow.
A bagel rolls down the street and a man rolls after it.
The poem just reminds me of how you’re always chasing after something and you can never be completely satisfied.
The tone is humorous; it gives me the feeling of a cartoon.
How we always want something more and can never quite be satisfied.
The personification of the bagel rolling like the man. You are always trying to grasp things and you can never grasp everything you want. Let things roll over to you instead of chasing them around.
The quarter
One quarter per family
1 cent to last years
Life in a box
Few have more than a dollar
Ever since the second depression
Jobs are a privilege
Only the wealthy can afford an interview
Bill Gates works as a janitor
Lucky bastard
One quarter to last a lifetime
Fire Island
Fire Island in the summer
A cabin within the shroud of nature
A metropolis of vegetation
Endless fun at the edges of land
Splinters shovel away my feet
Afraid to buy ice-cream
The ice cream man waits patiently
I hide behind the pillar of my mother’s ankle
One day
I will buy my own ice-cream
Ode to boneless buffalo chicken wings
Oh chicken wings, with perfect spice
Your flavor has been perfected for ages
Passed down from generation to generation
The perfect recipe of flavor
Oh how I yearn for these wings of delicacy
Perfect crispiness enthralls me
I wish my bed was made of spicy wings
And I wish I could swim in barbeque sauce
If only buffalo chicken rained from the heavens
And snow was frozen hot sauce
The world would finally have peace
Thank you boneless buffalo wings
Imitation Poem
Two paths diverged in a wood
One looked more traveled by than the other
The one less traveled by looked like it would be a more difficult path to travel
Knowing the worn path had been taken before, I figured it would be easier to handle
The path less traveled requires too much adventure
Two paths diverged in a wood, and I took the one everyone takes
Structure Poem
As I sit in the Breakfast lounge, the ketchup waits patiently
For it is not ketchups time, but his time will come
For in the preceding hours, many a hamburger will be ordered
Ketchup watches maple syrup in its prime
“How can these people eat that, I’m the one with all the right amount of seasoning”
Syrup might be cool now, but later on in life he will be sitting on the table, neglected
I won’t let mustard take all the glory, for soon it will be my time
Blood in my hands freeze
We shred the mountains with ease
We strap plastic sheets to our feet
Snow was warm once
Blood in my hands didn’t freeze
Fat people migrate from the beach
To sit in the toasty snow
Spas in the mountain peaks
Blizzards would be toasty
And people would live in the snow
Demons
The radio warns society of demons
Don’t drink that beer
Don’t curse
The Demon on the radio knows all
Listen to him little sheep
Deranged lunatics,
The demon is real
Spend your life listening to the demon
Don’t think, just do
The universe
The waterfalls of Europa
Slip into the sea
Life looks up at the sky of outer crust
Sea lions see their way
The orb of light shines through ocean
Lighting the way for the sea beasts
Undiscovered
The Bagel
David Ignatow
I stopped to pick up the bagel rolling away in the wind, annoyed with myself for having dropped it as if it were a portent. Faster and faster it rolled,with me running after it bent low, gritting my teeth, and I found myself doubled overand rolling down the street head over heels, one complete somersault after another like a bagel and strangely happy with myself.
David Ignatow
The narrator dropped a bagel and it rolled away. He chased after it and started tumbling down the street.
The author is trying to hold on to something that he can’t keep in his grasp, and in the end he realizes that you should just go with the flow.
A bagel rolls down the street and a man rolls after it.
The poem just reminds me of how you’re always chasing after something and you can never be completely satisfied.
The tone is humorous; it gives me the feeling of a cartoon.
How we always want something more and can never quite be satisfied.
The personification of the bagel rolling like the man. You are always trying to grasp things and you can never grasp everything you want. Let things roll over to you instead of chasing them around.
The quarter
One quarter per family
1 cent to last years
Life in a box
Few have more than a dollar
Ever since the second depression
Jobs are a privilege
Only the wealthy can afford an interview
Bill Gates works as a janitor
Lucky bastard
One quarter to last a lifetime
Fire Island
Fire Island in the summer
A cabin within the shroud of nature
A metropolis of vegetation
Endless fun at the edges of land
Splinters shovel away my feet
Afraid to buy ice-cream
The ice cream man waits patiently
I hide behind the pillar of my mother’s ankle
One day
I will buy my own ice-cream
Ode to boneless buffalo chicken wings
Oh chicken wings, with perfect spice
Your flavor has been perfected for ages
Passed down from generation to generation
The perfect recipe of flavor
Oh how I yearn for these wings of delicacy
Perfect crispiness enthralls me
I wish my bed was made of spicy wings
And I wish I could swim in barbeque sauce
If only buffalo chicken rained from the heavens
And snow was frozen hot sauce
The world would finally have peace
Thank you boneless buffalo wings
Imitation Poem
Two paths diverged in a wood
One looked more traveled by than the other
The one less traveled by looked like it would be a more difficult path to travel
Knowing the worn path had been taken before, I figured it would be easier to handle
The path less traveled requires too much adventure
Two paths diverged in a wood, and I took the one everyone takes
Structure Poem
As I sit in the Breakfast lounge, the ketchup waits patiently
For it is not ketchups time, but his time will come
For in the preceding hours, many a hamburger will be ordered
Ketchup watches maple syrup in its prime
“How can these people eat that, I’m the one with all the right amount of seasoning”
Syrup might be cool now, but later on in life he will be sitting on the table, neglected
I won’t let mustard take all the glory, for soon it will be my time
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