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a song i wrote

1/6/2017

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Rain,on the ocean

​chorus:
Rain,
rain,
rain on the ocean
rain,
rain,
rain on the ocean

Is so beautiful
falling
falling silently
silently
teardrops
from the sky
that utter not a sound

 (chorus)

Where the droplets hit
rings 
spreading outwards
forever steady on their paths

(chorus)

Me,myself and I
just sitting there
gazing
upon this profound perfection
deep,cryptic blue
mottled
with smooth identical orbs
spreading,always spreading

(chorus)

What swims to and fro
beneath that surface
can they tell
can they tell
do they know about the 
teardrops from the sky,
dappling their domain

(chorus)

Teardrops from the sky.

Written by Marin Brook McGlynn

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poetry jam!

1/3/2017

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Picture
This is me on Bitter Guana Cay in the Exumas on New Year's Eve. Doesn't it look like this is about to fall on my head?
Every morning before school, we do a poetry jam.  A poetry jam is when we write random words on little slips of paper and put them in a bowl.  Each person has one large piece of writing paper and a pencil.  We then draw 5-12 slips of paper out of the bowl.  We write a poem using each word at least once.  These are favorite ones that I wrote.  The underlined words are the ones I drew from the bowl:

​The amazing good luck 
of the jeweled golden arrow
relentlessly
sped through the
pelagic twilight
on the order
of the silver bugle's call
Sometimes you lose something in the act of saving it.
But not this time
I'm good luck
and that't not happening
not on my watch.
It sped faster.

The superior sapphire
was vastly
craved
by many a band
of original outlaws
whose leading law 
was
honor among thieves.
Sadly,
it soon became entangled
and choked
in vines and ivy
til
nothing
remained.

The jeweled palm tree
whispered
to the weary dogs:
the cry of the monstrous beast
beware its vastness.

The cats stood
gazing sadly and compassionately
at the milky way
as if searching
for inspiration
to avoid such a relentless fate
as they had foreseen
in the wise constellation.

The legend says,
the rainbow of compassion
regenerates from the  very
feather of the cycle
of wonder and amazement.
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