"rooke" poems
Beware if you don't want to get checked
I am a knightmare
A pawn when you step
My bishops are a big scare
Bishops are unsaintly
Slaying enemies daily
They sacrifice themselves for a higher cause
I'm playing out this game even though I get no applause
You're a novice when you play
I'm Sun Tzu at his best
That means my strategy can withstand the test
can subdue your mind
and in time you'll find
My thinking's not black or white
It's ornery
Never tip my king
Even if you corner me
The rooke is my home,
defense from those who prey on me
My queen is always loyal
Til the end she stays with me
Til the end she lays with me
My mate til mate
Your hand's reaching for the clock
but it's far too late
And so to end this rhyme let me slow the pace
And drop a heavy message in this empty space
Chess club is coming soon
You can learn to play
Room 285
Monday through Thursday
9th period!
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
There was commotion
coming from the dining room;
loud voices, shouting,
banging of cutlery.
Sister Bridget paused
her recital of the rosary;
listened and frowned.
Grabbing the hand bell
she left her room
and walked
to the dining room.
The two sisters
were trying
to restore order
and silence.
Sister Bridget rang
the hand bell loudly
and the disturbance stopped.
What is going on here?
She asked.
Anne has been
most rude to the cook,
Sister Bridget,
one of the nuns said.
Eyes turned to Anne
who sat on a chair
against the wall,
Benny sat next to her
eating his rice pudding.
The cook, Mrs Rooke,
stood red-faced
behind the serving hatch.
Well, Anne?
Sister Bridget said,
standing in front of Anne.
Yes, thank you,
Anne replied.
What was said?
One of the nuns
whispered in to her ear.
Anne follow me
to my room,
Sister Bridget said.
I want the Kid
with me,
Anne said.
Just you,
the nun said,
NOW.
The room went silent;
eyes turned
from the nun to Anne.
Anne raised her eyebrows:
temper, temper, Sister.
The nun released
a deep sigh:
please Anne,
I need to talk
with you in private.
Anne grabbed
her crutches
and pulling herself up,
and followed the nun
from the dining room,
poking out her tongue
at the cook.
Benny watched
Anne go,
her one leg
swinging to and fro.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
i'm alive.
i'm sixteen and smart enough to have realized that i am never going to be as young as i am today.
i am roughly five thousand four hundred and eighty days into my life & i know that that number is never going to get any smaller.
just in the same way that i had my period two years ago & the doctors say
"rooke, it may come as a bit of a disappointment, but you're probably never going to get any taller"
i'm going to stay four foot nine.
and just because that number signifies that i can't ride a roller coaster at six flags
doesn't mean i'm not going to have a good time.
because i've got other things going for me.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC