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Rachel Javellana, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Arthur N. Tarvardian
Teachers: Lucy Ko
School: Taft Academic Center
I Am From
a poem by Adam D.,
Grade 8
I am from the tiger
feeling the roar
and first friends
I'm from fighting for toys
and dancing with no shame
I'm from pierogi
cousins, buraks and
family
I am from energy
feelings, smiles,
moving
I am from losing them
all of them
no fun, no close
feelings
I'm from black luck
walking in the house
I'm from giant reptiles
flying through my head
Im from not caring
about seasons
temperature
snow, rain, or sun
from where nothing matters if you're having fun
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Rachel Javellana, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Arthur N. Tarvardian
Teachers: Lucy Ko
School: Taft Academic Center
My Stars
a poem by Aisha T.,
Grade 8
To the night light of the sky.
My stars,
stay with me through the night
and don't leave me in the morning
watch me from above
as I go through life one day at a timeYou sparkle and shine
and illuminate the fears of the night
protecting me
Keeping me safe
I know you must leave
My stars,
stay here
all night and day You've missed so much
as you hid from the sun
My memories
My nightmares coming to life
The happy times
my family
my friends
miss it all as you hide
unable to come out
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Rachel Javellana, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Arthur N. Tarvardian
Teachers: Lucy Ko
School: Taft Academic Center
I'm From
a poem by Alex V.,
Grade 8
I'm from the electronic
era
where anything is possible.
I'm from the clothes on my
back,
the obnoxious loud
home I sleep in,
my dog barking 24/7.
I'm from the warm food
waiting for me when
I eat with my family.
I'm from a loving mom
and dad.
I'm from the backyard
of my house where my dogs
play every day.
I'm from the school
my parents send me to
every Monday morning.
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Rachel Javellana, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Arthur N. Tarvardian
Teachers: Lucy Ko
School: Taft Academic Center
Tree
a poem by Alexandra M.,
Grade 8
Long, tall
blowing in chilly winter
the tree stands tall.
Advice from one wise old tree
feed firmly planted
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Rachel Javellana, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Arthur N. Tarvardian
Teachers: Lucy Ko
School: Taft Academic Center
Music
a poem by Allison P.,
Grade 8
you're on all the time.
you're my life.
you're always on my mind.
just playing in my head.
music.
you have saved me.
you've been here for me when nothing
else was.
music,
you will never let me down.
with you my emotions are crazy.
all my favorite bands & songs.
you're a part of everyone.
i'll scream the lyrics.
dance to the beat.
happiness.
music.
amazing.
thank you.
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Rachel Javellana, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Arthur N. Tarvardian
Teachers: Lucy Ko
School: Taft Academic Center
On the Way Back Home
a poem by Amanda B.,
Grade 8
Red car, blue car, yellow car,
watch the cars go by.
Purple car, green car, silver car,
I watch the street from afar.Cross the street to the park.
I hear a little dog bark.
Leafy trees everywhere
with little kidson the slides. Along the path
of the leafy park
to go to the convenience store
filled with many thinks alike,
and others, maybe not so.
I buy a bag of chips and am on my way.
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Rachel Javellana, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Arthur N. Tarvardian
Teachers: Lucy Ko
School: Taft Academic Center
Where I Come From
a poem by Amanda B.,
Grade 8
I come from the part
of town that is always
very windy. The place
in the world that almost
has the tallest buildings.
I come from nice schools
and good education,
from warm in the summer
and cold in the winter.
From busy to somewhat
open.
I come from loud noise
construction or sometimes
the birds, from nice
neighbors to some
we can do without.
I come from the
woods which surround my
house.
Never the same, and always
changing.
I come from a perfect
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Rachel Javellana, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Arthur N. Tarvardian
Teachers: Lucy Ko
School: Taft Academic Center
The Field
a poem by Ashley P.,
Grade 8
Walking on the leafy trails
with beautiful trees all around.
So tranquil, quiet, I can hear myself
think for once.
I kept walking, hours, it felt like.
I just kept going,
I saw an old broken house.
Supposedly, a school.
Well, we called it that.
I jumped in.
I saw the usual broken glass.
I jumped out, and kept walking.
Wow, it's nice out here.
There, I wondered if it was still there.
It was,
the electric pond.
Well, we called it that because it's a super
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Rachel Javellana, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Arthur N. Tarvardian
Teachers: Lucy Ko
School: Taft Academic Center
At Last
a poem by Ashley Z.,
Grade 8
At last I reach my home,
seven miles with my dad,
just walkiing in a complete
circle.
It wasn't easy though.It started out
after dinner
at a slow pace--
passing homes and cars,
it was peaceful. Until! The train started,
it went fast,
my heart felt like
it was pulling,
my chest stretched. I can't keep up,
my dad the size of a
whale, was faster
than me,
a thin girl,
called a twig.
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Rachel Javellana, Poet-in-Residence
Principal: Arthur N. Tarvardian
Teachers: Lucy Ko
School: Taft Academic Center
Taft High School
a poem by Avelyss R.,
Grade 8
The echoing noise from the
halls that were full with yelling a
few hours ago.The lockers that are asleep
from listening to everything that is
going on. The bell doesn't ring
to tell me that I have to go.
That bell that everyone loves
to hear when it's after the
16th time. The computer that is sleeping
because it has been giving information
all day. The true teacher has gone
to bed, needing to wake up early
once again.
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