Some mornings, it is like the city is a different world. The city is grey and dim, air made dense with tiny flecks of moisture like the reverse of a spark. The flavour of the city in the air is dampened, replaced for a time with the tastes of wetness and night, touched with a spice that can only be found at this sort of time. The narrow street is draped in shadows like honey, slowly dripping away as they are met by the rays of living sun. A gentle breath of the wind ruffled a nearby flag, disrupting for a second the supernatural silence of the greyed-out world around. The tiny, crimson leaf that is the least remaining on the nearby spindly maple shivers as the air hits it. A man walks along the sidewalk, black umbrella bouncing up and down with his every step, as if a toad hopping along a grey log. For what seems an eternity, there is nobody else. Breath fogs against the cool glass of the window, slowly creeping in to block for a moment the sight of outside. When it is wiped away, the world has awoken and is normal again. People, who could have never gotten here like this in the moment unseen, bustle back and forth, rushing to get to the places they need to go on time. The silence is broken with the murmur of voices and the nearby growls of engines shattering the quiet like glass. The seemingly other world has gone.
Katie Quesnel
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Human beings
Are
Happiness.
Not
Misery.
We don't hate and despise one another.
There's room for everyone.
But
Greed has poisoned our souls with hate and bloodshed.
We are cynical, hard and unkind.
We think and feel violent.
The misery is upon us.
The passing of greed.
The bitterness.
Soldiers,
Brutes,
Men.
Don't give yourselves to these unnatural machines.
Soldiers!
A group of men.
You, the people, have no power over them.
You, the people, have the power to make life free and beautiful,
To make life wonderful.
Yet,
We fight greed, hate and intolerance.
Let us fight for a world of reason and progress.
This is what will lead us all to happiness.
A Found poem taken from Charlie Chaplin's "Speech for Humanity"
Cassidy ROss
Humanity
We saw the Devil on Zion Hill and he bared his dirty fangs at us.
We saw him, and his seven heads.
We saw him and his 49 eyes that made us grimace, and our skin crawled.
Each day he would come and take from us.
Each day it was something different.
He wore our possessions like gifts.
Gold crowns graced his heads and danced around his fingers.
Ivory weapons stood firmly at his side and diamonds gleamed in his ears.
His breath caused our tongues to curl from the pungent odour of crude oil.
Battle armour did grace his colorless body.
The Devil was plump. His belly round and his cheeks full, yet he always complained that he was starving.
We saw the devil on Zion Hill
He called us filthy.
He said our ways are evil, our actions rippled with corruption.
He called our credence with the natural world foolish.
Yet, at night, when the cold wind howled and the only source of light stood
the barren moon.
He bows his seven heads, folds his opaque wings and faintly whispers to the village
"Be careful, for one day you might end up like me."
We saw the Devil on Zion Hill and he had seven heads.
Aaliyah Lahai
We saw the Devil on Zion Hill
"Jared the Communist"
Natalie Marshall-Forgie
A red jacket
Not too old
But ideals and believes
Sprung in a mechanical mind.
The beating of sensation
Hides behind wide palms,
Fingers spread from years of planning.
Not hailing, or clapping
But a laugh and "Calm down!"
Fighting not democracy,
But simply girlish laughter.
He wields not the sword or gun
But simply a smile and a pen.
Adjusting the lenses,
Stares at me with quiet eyes,
Then continues his pondering,
Absent Dreaming.
A Meditation Composed Shortly After a Routine Tooth Brushing
Mary Marshall
​
Oh little drop of water,
You really are a wonder as you wet
The tacky goo that foams and fizzes
On my teeth and petal-pink gums.
It's your matter that matters to me.
Hydrogen Hydrogen
A N D
Oxygen
The heart of the matter.
Where were you, drop of water, before
Bully bristles sank their fangs into you
And forced you on a raucous ride
Around my minty mouth?
To brush from tap from pipe from reservoir
From cloud from river in Zimbabwe
From hippo excrement from tender river grasses
From soil from cloud...
From billions of years of endless cycles through dinosaurs
And primeval oceans, Neanderthals and pharohs,
Rain forests, toxic sludge, and movie stars!
And now...Ptowee!....Splat!
You oose down the dark drain
With your bubble Colgate companions,
Off on another molecular adventure.
But some of you hangs on for the roller-coaster
Ride through my gurgling gut.
Your matter is now my matter,
Connecting me to the eons before and after
My speck-of-sand existence,
Allowing me to touch your timeless immortality...
I wonder...
Water, water everywhere
Gives one good cause to think,
Even when it's running in
Your humble bathroom sink
Haiku
Johnni Kobos
​
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they make no sense
Refrigerator
Just Because
Megan Shea
Just because I'm a girl
I'm not weak
I'm not inferior
I'm not lower than you
Just because I'm a girl
I'm not incapable
I'm not unintelligent
I'm not invisible
Just because I'm a girl
I'm not clumsy
I'm not absent-minded
Just because I'm a girl - don't judge me before you meet me.
Stick-Man
Amy Sivret
I am a stick-man
I have no face I live inside
This tiny space. I have no eyes
And cannot hear, I live my life
In constant fear, of the hand
That drew me here.
I live in
Fear
I may be erased, erased from my tiny, tiny stick-man space.
Please
Don't
Take
Me
From
My
Home
Where
Only
Stick-
Men
Choose
To
Roam
Please let this stick-man stay in his tiny, tiny home.
Bubble
Curren Tompkins
White orb,
Silent, stalking,
Dancing, twirling,
Clear darkness, swirling,
Suddenly, a hand pinching,
Our poor friend is dead,
Eternal silence,
Quiet agony.