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Mrs Stimmel asked her ninth grade English students to create poems reflecting poetry styles reviewed and discussed in class. Each student chose a style that connected with their personality and ideas and wrote from their heart.
 
 

INADEQUACY
by
Randall Palmer

Inadequacy, what is the meaning of that word?

Is it the simple state of not being good enough?
Constantly trying to do better than your opponent?

Creating for yourself a mindset that sets you beneath all others?
When you are “dethundered” by the master himself.

Laying your entire worth on a silver platter,
only to have it thrown to the ground,
and replaced with the worth of another on a platter of gold.
When you are the moon, but it is always day.

Some say to not fear thy own inadequacy,
but I ask why?
Why not fear thy own inadequacy enough to embrace it,
to expel that evil word?

So I say to all you warriors of less,
you soldiers of decency,
you patrons of mediocrity, draw your swords.

Topple the walls of inadequacy,
never holster your sword,
never surrender to the claws of such self-loathing.

Because if someone tells you that you canʼt do it…
they themselves never did it.

 
 
 
 

WHY DO I WALK ALONE
by
Daniel Catelli

Jack Bowlby
Alfredo Garcia

Tell me. Why do I walk alone?
I walk more than the mind can conceive,
I work more than the body can handle,
But I find that when I come home,
Just to see the angry will of my father,
I find no purpose,
No purpose to live,
Through the dark times there is an empty heart.

The only thing to keep me from the deep sleep,
Is my great passion to become…
A HERO?

I hope one day that I will fight the bad,
And help the innocent.
To show those who have frowned upon me that
I will change the world.

But my hope has now been destroyed.

The day of my death has come.
Should I go and for fill my dream?
Or should I accept the brutal reality of life?
I contemplate about the choices.
But the face of the innocent cries within my hear.

My forty-five wants to shoot
And I answer its prayers.

But then I realize, the job was not finished.
I enter my final slumber.