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Sneha Rv Poem
Ten-year Randi Clay
Just moved into town -
The town of Fear Street,
Where horror pulls you down.
Enormous, gigantic calendars
She sees, hung on her street
On October 10th is marked
In red - ‘The Birth of Pete.’
She makes new friends at school,
And likewise - enemies too,
Who seemed to keep on saying,
‘Beware – He’ll get you! ’
Whenever asked “Who’s Pete?”
The children turned too pale,
But at last, quite surprisingly,
They began to tell the tale:-
"There was a boy called Pete,
A normal 12 – year old,
Until one day he fell so ill,
And caught a horrid cold.
Alas! One day he died,
And was buried in his grave,
They thought it was the end of Pete,
Grumpy, dull, but brave.
But right from that very year,
Pete gets up on the tenth,
And enters into other kids,
For using up their strength.
It is now an annual tradition
Of playing Hide and Shriek -
Whoever Pete makes ‘IT’
Is the new one from that week.
Randi, the risk for you is
Too real - Heaven forbid.
You’re new to Town Fear Street -
AND PETE DOES LIKE A NEW KID."
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Based off the idea from an R.L Stine book
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Sneha Rv Poem
Her hearing and sight were taken away
When she was just about two years old,
She struggled to become what she did -
An example, brilliant and bold.
Helen Keller was bright minded,
On hope she always did dwell
She was not only an icon for the struggling,
But for the fit and healthy as well.
“It was in the dreary month of February”
That into emptiness she fell -
She lived with her sense of touch,
Taking walks was her respite from hell.
She was seven when Annie Sullivan came
And completely changed her life,
An amazing teacher, sincere and kind -
Soon, Helen was over her strife.
She learnt to ‘hear' by touching
The lips of those who talked,
She could only manage random sounds -
Yet she was never mocked.
Under the guidance of Ms. Annie,
Helen improved in her speech,
She perfected herself in the art of Braille
And soon, she began to teach!*
She dreamt of going to college -
Her wish, of course, came true.
Her caring classmates bought her a pup
And wrote a verse on her too.
She had a group of admirers
Like Graham Bell and Mark Twain.
She gave her life to study and learn -
Her efforts did not go in vain.
Helen Keller was a great woman -
She’ll forever stay in my mind,
And I hope in the midst of her troubles,
That happiness and joy she did find.
She never bent her head, she always held it high -
She looked at the world straight in the eye.^
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* :- She taught people about values, once able to speak understandably
Her classmates' poem wrote for her :-
Beside her task our efforts pale,
She never knew the world for fail;
Beside her triumphs ours are naught,
For hers were far more dearly brought.
^ :- From her own quote
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My legs give out
and I sink
onto the grassy blanket,
whose thorns feel like velvet
against parched skin.
I close my eyes and
d
r
i
f
t
away..
from this cruel confinement
where fleeting time waits for none.
I am drawn awake.
It’s that feeling all over again.
It allays my ears,
casting away the shrieks and screams
that haunt them.
This is the muse the world needs.
Melodies and lyrics are stars
to its a
b
y
s
s.
The music bewitches,
I tiptoe on notes
dancing in octaves.
I call the tune ~ I shall stay here
until the music dies.
For in the mansion beside my run-down hut,
they begin
to blow the trumpet.
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There once was a snowman named Pipes
who liked breaking stereotypes.
He once wore a Toga
and in it did Yoga -
Hysterical folk needed wipes.
The children there stood upside down
for pleasure, and Pipes hid a frown.
“They laugh at my shape -
I’ll make them all gape
at how I amaze all the town.”
~After managing a headstand!~
Against him all kids held a grudge.
Pipes said, drinking hot chocolate fudge,
“for greater good I’ll
stay here for a while -
should teach you to think twice, not judge!”
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31/12/2017
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Reindeer wait
by the pane
I see shapes
A present!
Santa thinks
I’m asleep
Smells like mum
lent Santa
her perfume... ?
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The clock of freedom ticks away, and Anne
acknowledging nearing fate
takes one last look around...
https://ibb.co/f90jqhh
Kimo
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Steps in -
What din!
Rat squeaks
Floor creaks
Let loose,
Ghost boos
Blood Pool -
Bats drool!
Strobe lights,
Snake bites
Suspense -
Live Fence!
Zombie -
Crombie*
Cat's eyes -
On mice
Closed space,
Lined face
Blue slime,
Red grime
Skulls stare -
BEWARE
Quiver,
Shiver!
Loud cry...
Mouth dry
Our horde
Spots board: ....
Your end,
My friend
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A nook in the corner, off to the right..
A haven, housing a hundred homes.
To there, where wakened dreams do hide,
My wandering mind so often roams.
We read to know we’re not alone.
I’m grateful that I've found this nook -
A home, where wakened dreams do hide.
There is no friend as true as a book.
A book falls open and I fall in,
Deaf to the planet’s mundane din.
Disturb me not, you kith and kin -
I'm off to my homeland, off on a spin.
They’re rungs on a ladder. Every page
a foothold, on to which we scale
to reach the highest point, from where
we see the beauty of the tale.
From there, the top of my noiseless world,
I’m safe and sound - no guns or knives
Can face the power of stabbing words..
A reader lives a thousand lives.
Copyright © Sneha Rv | Year Posted 2016
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Sneha Rv Poem
Posted on 10th April 2014
Deaf and blind was Helen Keller,
Though she changed the world ,
Everybody respected her
for her each and every word
Helen Keller was deaf and blind
when she came to the Earth,
So let us all remember her
on the day of her birth!
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Tired waters push their way through rocks
Rocks hugged by rotting ivy's green
Green surrounds the wild forest's stream,
Stream flows calm, through places unknown...
The river flows to embrace the sea,
Her delighted droplets swirl, now free.
The journey ends, none can disagree -
The sight is pure tranquility.
9th Sep 2015
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