Up The Mast

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I’ve been an instructor in a homeschooling co-op over the past six years, teaching a variety of literature, English comp, and research writing courses. It’s a rewarding experience, and I’ve been blessed by fabulous relationships with students and their parents over the years.

My extra credit assignments include a variety of exercises, including essay, comprehension questions, drawing, and poetry. Once in a while I publish student poems on this site. Later in the year (April) I will hold a poetry contest and publish a few student poems, but for now, I’ve been granted permission to post Connor Rose’s latest poem.

Connor is one of my brightest and most insightful students, and his poem is inspired by our study of Homer’s Odyssey. With great pleasure, I offer you “Up the Mast,” drafted in rhyming couplets. Enjoy!

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Top Three Poems . . .

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A hearty thank you to everyone who participated in our poetry competition! And I have to thank and acknowledge all 10 poets entered in the contest. Thanks, kids! I have an awesome group of scholars!

The votes are counted and I’m ready to announce the top three poems in our Ancient Literature class’ ‘Till We Have Faces Poetry Competition’ (drum roll, please)!

Lets take a look at the poems which received the most votes for first, second and third in our competition . . . .

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Orual the Thief

Orual the Thief

Orual was an ugly person, Orual was a thief,

Orual came to my house and stole a piece of beef,

I went to Orual’s house and Orual wasn’t in,

I came upon her Sunday hat and poked it with a pin,

Orual was an ugly person, Orual was a sham,

Orual came to my house and stole a leg of lamb,

I went to Orual’s house and Orual wasn’t in,

I came upon her Sunday clothes and put ’em in a bin,

Orual was an ugly person, Orual was a beast,

Orual came to my house and had a gigantic feast,

I went to Orual’s house and Orual was in bed,

I went up and threw a bone at her head.

©  by Rap Stamper

Beauty

Beauty

 Beauty is sweet music, tender, joyful, or sad
Soothing for the heart in times good or bad
 
Beauty is the flaming sunset—colorful and bright
Illuminating the horizon with a blazing light
 
Beauty is a graceful swan, gliding on a lake, fine and delicate
Snowy white feathers, gleaming, perfect and intricate
 
Beauty is a red rose—the color of life-giving blood
Without blemish, tiny and perfect, is a fair rosebud
 
Beauty is a sparkling stream with its chuckling call
It is also in a rushing, roaring waterfall
 
Beauty, in human form, is the goddess-queen Psyche
She, by the wise Fox, is called Aphrodite
 
Beauty is in the earth; hidden diamonds, rubies, many a wondrous gem
They dazzle the eye, and for many a king is a treasured emblem
 
Beauty is a majestic horse, tall and proud
Whose noble head is high, and whinny loud
 
Beauty is the topmost tree in an oaken forest
Strong and ancient, reaching up with branches highest
 
Beauty is the etched lines in an aged man’s face
Smiling on his family—full of joy and grace
 
Beauty is in speech, story, song, and poem
Words mixed and put together to create a wondrous anthem
 
Beauty is in this world; it is everywhere
Amid darkness, it shines royal, bright, and fair
 
All this wonderful, stunning beauty God created for us to see
To enjoy, love, remember, and that in itself is beautiful, all can agree
 

© by Juliet Tempest