Every day and

Night

You wait

Soft, inviting

Never repulsive

Anticipating my mind

Set on you

Puffed up and awaiting dreams

Or is it

Nightmares

Patterned and crisp

Laundry detergent covers

Your mushy insides

With

Sweet smells of

Linens

For fights

And relaxation

You absorb my tears

For all those

Long

Nights

Hold things

Cover things

Hide things

Line

Things

Waiting there

silently

Always there for me

In sickness and

In health

Comfort and protector

On a fantasy voyage

 

Stefona R. 05/12/09

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I am from snow and chain link fences,

From the fake turf grass on the back porch.

I am from green grass.

The steep hill upon which

My house was perched.

The two and a half feet from my neighbors.

 

I am from sock puppets and missing buttons,

From story time and recorders.

I am from he loves me he loves me not,

From tag and pajamas with feet.

I am from the china cabinet that was always too tall,

And clothes hamper sleds.

 

I am from riding in the backs of pickups.

From climbing trees,

Cuts and scrapes and honey it’ll be okay.

I am from basement obstacle courses,

From unexpected visits.

 

I am from the smell of food in my house,

And tasting the sauce first.

 

I am from these moments-

A seedling grow still,

A tree in the forest that is my family.

 

Stefona R. 05/11/09

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Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms
Thomas Moore

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
   Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms,
   Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
   Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
   Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
   And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
   To which time will but make thee more dear;
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
   But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
   The same look which she turned when he rose.
 
I love things that make a person feel. It is one thing to just read something, but another when what one reads can set up some kind of emotion. This poem, in my opinion, is about the beauty of never ending love. It is sweet in a way that I think would make the reader want someone to write a poem like it for them.

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  1. So where is Holden?
  2. Oh, he’s in some kind of loony bin…
  3. So during the whole novel was he doing like a required reflection journal or something about why he is in the place he is in?
  4. I think Holden may have been clinically depressed or something. He thinks too much about the past and can’t move toward anything positive in the future.
  5. The book kind of just ended for me… I kind of want to know what else happens.

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  1. What happened to him? How was Mr. Antolini being a pervert?
  2. So has it only been like two days? Holden seems to have been going around different places for about 5 years now.
  3. I think someone slipped something into one of Holden drinks. Now he’s tripping out about curbs…
  4. At least he’s pretty imaginative.
  5. Holden is strange. Maybe he does need to see a psycho-therapist or whatever they’re called.

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  1. What the heck is a highball?
  2. Holden smokes like a train. This is like his millionth cigaretty he’s had and it’s only been one or two days at most.
  3. Holden is always bringing people that don’t matter into the conversation. DIGRESSION.
  4. Mr. Antolini is exactly right in my opinion of what kind of person Holden is going to be.
  5. That’s what I thought the problem was with Holden the whole time, he lacks passion and direction. He needs to find a calling in life so he can stop feeling all sorry for himself 98 percent of the time.

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  1. He probably did wake them up. He’s woken up every other person he’s attempted to call on the phone.
  2. What is it that Phoebe does that makes her a good dancer? How does Holden even know, was he like a dance instructor or something?
  3. Oh that’s crappy he almost got busted.
  4. Yeah, they must be close if Phoebe took the blame for smoking a cigarette for Holden.
  5. Holden has become an annoying character for me.

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  1. Holden is trying to justify being a failure at everything…
  2. The way the story is written in a stream of consciousness is the only thing that makes the novel so long. So far I’m not entirely sure what the main plot point is.
  3. I don’t think Holden really cares for his dad too much.
  4. So this is where the title comes from.
  5. Belching lessons?
  6. Why does Holden figure it’s perfectly fine to call up people so late at night just to chat?

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  1. That was just pure luck that he was able to sneak in.
  2. Holden is like a compulsive liar or something. In just about every situation he can find a story to make up.
  3. That’s a little bit how my mom is. She’ll wake up for weird reasons but if I try to wake her up on purpose it takes a while. And my dad sleeps like a rock.
  4. Holden seems to have a good relationship with his sister Phoebe.
  5. The way Phoebe talks is a little bit like Holden minus all of the “woe is me” bullcrap.

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  1. Boy, is Holden hung up on Sally Hayes.
  2. I wonder what significance trimming that Christmas tree had for Holden since he felt the need to talk about it while he was drunk.
  3. It’s still kind of funny when Holden will give some outrageous answer to a simple question. Like the guy asked him his age and he said 86.
  4. Aww, that’s too bad he dropped that record for his sister. I guess for the year it was it cost a bit of money.
  5. Holden gets really sentimental and into it when he talks about Allie.

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