Rachel’s Thoughts: Amusement.

Rachel’s Thoughts: Ode

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Brit Lit, class, Description, Iambic, Pentameter, poem, poetry, quotes, school, sonnet

Due to various assorted confusing misunderstandings and hectic end-of-senior-year stuff, I had to write two final stanzas for this Ode. Odes are supposed to be five verses, each with fourteen lines. This one is six verses, but the sixth one can be used in place of the fifth one (hence some repetition).

To the Sea:

This is not my image: courtesy of the Internet.

O deepest Sea, beneath thy stormy eye

Lies all the wealth the bounteous earth commands;

Above thy foam the flocking seabirds fly.

Your gleaming spray is tossed by playful hands,

And pearls encrust thy skeleton sublime;

Rachel’s Thoughts: Oh Yes.

Rachel’s Thoughts: The Valentine’s Sonnets

The guys in my class at school wrote these two sonnets to the girls in my class for Valentine’s Day. So sweet!

Rachel’s Thoughts: Satire: US Security

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Brit Lit, class, commonplaces, Fiction, Mythical, school

I wrote this for my Lit class. …

Illegal immigrants. Drugs. Terrorists. Mexicans. Canadians. Soviets. Germans. Iranians.

Escargot.

The government is afraid of all of it. Hence the tight borders and rigorous policing of said borders. Nuns get patted down at airports. Handicapped children’s wheelchairs are searched. Old women with metal hips cause delays and annoyance for security guards, and woe to anyone who tries to bring their own water bottle into the terminal. You’re traveling home from the funeral with your inheritance, a set of twelve full silver place settings? A likely reason for carrying a dozen knives. Full-body scanners have been installed at most major airports, an incredible invasion of privacy to be addressed at some other time.

Suffice it to say, the United States of America is highly safety-conscious. Seat belts. Speed limits. Airbags. Flotation devices disguised as airplane cushions. How much money do we spend each year paying security people to dig through travelers’ underwear looking for bombs or guns disguised as perfume? The primary reason for this is the September 11 incident, one of the biggest strikes of terrorism against the United States. A worthy reason and a just cause, to be sure, but one that has spawned incredibly ineffective counter-measures. Our defenses are just as flawed as they ever were—terrorists are devious, villainous, diabolical, and downright sneaky.

Americans are getting annoyed. People are dying in droves while we’re stuck in line with plastic bins and no shoes, trying to get all the liquids out of our purses and into little plastic baggies so they can go through the scanner. Terror is still striking, and America is still defenseless.

Only one thing can be done.

Rachel’s Thoughts: It Could Be a Bomb.

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Rachel’s Thoughts: A Poem To God

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Iambic, Pentameter, poem, poetry

O Lord, your name forever stands engraved

Upon my heart; your mercy flawless craved

And sought with open arms to me receive;

I knelt before your throne and first believed.

Through many trials and temptations sore

I came, recalling oft the load you bore

That lightened was by grace and Father’s love;

By symbols formed: the cross, the fish, the dove.

Too trite, I feel, this poem my be for you,

Yet words are small and flow, I find, too few

For me to say the feelings in my heart,

Pierced as it is by your celestial dart.

Lord, I am not perfect, nor all white,

But for me came your son to conquer night,

His victory to me impart and free

My captive chains that once imprisoned me.

I live now free, a slave with liberty,

A life endowed with Christ’s own purity

And if I ever hope to pass those gates,

I will beseech the Lord who for me waits.

So may I close with words from time immortal

Who written were for men at death’s dark portal,

And giving them the credit for my boast

Forever praising Father, Son and Ghost.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow from high

Praise Him all creatures, drying tearful eye,

For he has come to take away all pain

Till Heav’n at last shall come to us again.

Rachel’s Thoughts: Who Knew?

One Less Lonely Girl

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