Homophones

Homophones, homophones
All these words
They sound the same
Like some birds.

by Harmonie Roy

(written as part of school, The Good and the Beautiful, Level 5, Lesson20)

What's in a Name?

Industrious Spear King
The words strung together
Make a nonsense phrase,
But what do they mean?

Industrious means hard-working
But I don't live up to that.
I can work when it's necessary
Though I'd rather have fun...

But the two aren't mutually exclusive
And I know I am really not lazy.
I'm only imperfect and
I can always strive to improve.

A spear is a weapon.
I suppose I am that;
But nobody wields me,
I fight for myself.

But even then, perhaps
My spear is a better "pruning-hook".
I can do so much good
If I nurture and shape, tend and inspire.

Then there is king.
I am most proud of this name,
But it wasn't given to me;
I inherited it - what is my claim?

Not every man with a title
Is well-remembered.
My blood is common, but I can choose
To be noble in spirit and heart.

My parents chose my names, but
I don't think they knew the meanings.
The second is a family name, but the first
Was just a syllabic sequence.

What does a name say
About a person?
I am tied to my names,
But not to their meanings.

Every word, every language
Has pre-prescribed meanings,
But a person cannot be contained
By these words.

Head, arm, and heart, but
People are more
Than the sum of their parts
What is a soul? - - words can't say

On the surface my name
Means industrious,
Means spear,
Means king.

But these cannot define me.
Underneath it all, I am...
Whoever I choose to be.

By Emily Roy

(Written for a poetry class at SVSU winter 2022, this is the 3.0 version of the poem)

The Things Inside

I try to hold it back but it comes right out
It makes me want to go around and shout
It makes me feel all alone
Even though I am in my home

Run away, says the voice inside
But I know I can't just run and hide
I try to feel their love and light
But all I feel is anger and spite

Help me, help me, but no one hears
My call that seems to never reach their ears
They walk away from me
And no one seems to see

The only one who hears and sees
Is the one who made the birds and bees
He sees me in my great despair
And treats me with such tender care

Come, come, is the Savior's call
But sometimes all I can do is fall
He carries me through sorrows deep
I give my soul for Him to keep

Patience, patience along the way
Is what He gives me every day
He gives me without reward
Far greater things than a sword

By Domonique

(She said it just came to her this morning. When I asked if this is how she really feels, she said, "yes".)

Nature and Senses

I can see all the things around me
I can hear with two ears a bee
I taste with my mouth yummy berries
I smell with my nose scarlet red cherries
I feel the leaves falling from the tree

By Domonique

(written because of a part of a lesson in The Good and the Beautiful, Level 8,
Annie Sullivan and Helen Keller portion)

Happy Birthday, Jerry

As sweet as a berry
Is my amazing Jerry.
She loves me to a great measure.
Her love to me is greater than treasure.

by Domonique

(written for Jerry's birthday which is Oct 9)

BIRDS

Blue feathers

I love.

Rainbow daisies

Dancing around

Singing songs.

By Naomi

(The Good and the Beautiful, Level 2, Lesson 29)

BIRDS

Beautiful and blue

Indigo and brown

Red or purple

Dark and light

So many pretty birds.

By Camdilyn

(The Good and the Beautiful, Level 2, Lesson 29)