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Dan found this in a collection of poems they put together for his fifth grade class. So, you know, this is, like, twenty-two years ago. Anyway:
quote:THREAT IN THE CIRCUS OF THE DEVIL
Stay away, stay back the Devil coming swifty with that look in his eye falling meanly, strongly blood running through my heart and bulging eyes I had. Right over me he fell then the look of fire in his eye, the rope, it broke coming down the mean old Satan came and crash he fell; no one there only me, then the mean old great Satan appeared in the ring coming closer faster closer!
-Sarah Jackson
Man. I don't even like poetry and I could feel the urgency of this one. What are you - nine, ten in fifth grade? And the transfer to this post wouldn't keep her unique indentations and space breaks. It's pretty gripping, and surrounded by her peers writing poetry about their pets and rainbows.
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Wow... Not only is the cadence disturbing, but the title is so , I don't know, almost sarchastic in the juxtaposition of the Devil and the Circus.
10 or 11 going on 30- in the Kerouac days, she'd be one very cool cat.
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If she is still writing, I don't know what it'd be, but the medium would probably be goat's blood on living room floor.
Or else she's opening cans of alphabet soup, cooking the soup, throwing the soup against the wall, taking note of the letters that stick to the wall, interpreting those letters, then flipping open a phonebook to find her next victim.
Oh wait, not her. Me.
(edit: Okay, so it is a cool poem and I stole "Oh wait" from Ralphie's previous post.)
Do the letters "n" "e" and an upside-down "x" mean anything to anybody?
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*sigh* Oh well. Sometimes I get the feeling that the demonic voices that inhabit my canned goods are just having fun with me.
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Too bad her name isn't more unusual; if it were we could google for her and have a chance of coming up with the right person.
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...although I suppose we could google "'Sarah Jackson' blood" or something like that and see what we came up with.
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Hi, before I say what I was going to say, let's get the preliminaries over with: Who's Polio, oh, look, it's her first post, she must know nothing about anything whatsoever. Now, I must share with you what has to be my favorite poem, published in one of my high school yearbooks by a grade 12 student, entitled "The Joy of Riding a Motorcycle". Ahem.
With excitement I walk into the garage to ride I go to my dirt-bike that is waiting inside I kick start the frozen motor, I feel the engine turn I hear the sound of freedom, a freedom I will soon learn I use my hand to pull the clutch, and jam it into gear I'll drive so fast that death is near I feel the wind rushing in my face and hair I miss a big bump in the path, the jolt gives me a scare Out in a field I see white-tail deer I take off after it and shift up a gear I have the deer going as fast as it can It will only be able to hold this speed for a short span It runs into a bush, going full speed I ride around the bush and find it on the other side With chase I proceed It jumps a barbed wire fence, jumping very high I stop my bike quick, so I don't die hit it and die Uh, yes the joys of riding a motorcycle are great While riding you think happy thoughts, none of fear or hate.
*Sigh* A sensitive man who writes deep, thought-provoking poetry. Be still my heart...
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This may be the first time I've ever seen this in a poem, in the final couplet no less. (or is it a typo? should it be "Ah?")
I'm going to have to commit that one to memory and recite it at dinner parties (when I'm older and have dinner parties) (and am drunk).
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