Violets are blue.
(Oh, no. Not a poem.)
I’ve written this blog.
Just for you.
April is National Poetry Month and to celebrate, I’m going to share with you a few silly poems from our mass collection of poetry. The first and silliest poet that comes to mind is Shel Silverstein. This Chicago native began writing when he was very young and although he was also performer and a recording artist, he is best known for his silly poems for children. Here is my favorite.
Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird
And catch the worm for your breakfast plate.
If you’re a bird, be an early bird –
But if you’re a worm, sleep late.
Sometimes you can take an old rhyme to surprising places like the book Whatever Happened to Humpty Dumpty? by David T. Greenberg.
There Was an Old Woman
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe;
She had so many children she didn’t know what to do.
She gave them some broth without any bread,
Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Did things work out for that mom and her kids?
Sadly, the answer is no, ma’am,
For a giant stuck his foot in the shoe
And now they’re all in a toe jam.
Feeling poetic? Visit one of our library branches all through the month of April to create your own Black Out Poetry. The best poems will be posted anonymously on our Teen blog. If you need a little inspiration check out these books on poetry or visit the American and English Literature Collection database to search for your favorite poem.
Do you frequently envision yourself sitting in the captain’s chair of a great star ship? Do you stop at every doorway and make a whoosh sound before entering? Have you ever shaved your eyebrows and drawn them in at an angle like Dr. Spock? If yes, then you my friend, are a trekkie.
There’s no need to be ashamed. Wear your one piece, original Star Trek: Enterprise red jumpsuit with pride. You’re not alone. Trekkies have been making a comeback in both books and movies.
Just recently theaters have seen the release of a new brand of Star Trek in Star Trek and Star Trek into Darkness starring Chris Pine as the new Captain James T. Kirk and Zachary Quinto as Spock. These films have drawn new audiences and appeased many old fans of the show, but if you enjoy these blockbusters, might I suggest checking out a few of the older shows including the original Star Trek, Star Trek: the Next Generation, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Star Trek: Voyager.
Enter as many times as you like. Art submissions may be any medium such as pencil, pastels, collage – whatever your creativity chooses.
Bring your artwork to the Felicity Branch between Feb. 1-28 during library hours. Your name must be on the back of the entry. For a complete list of rules, call the library at 876-4134 or stop by the branch.
Entries will be judged by the Teen Advisory Group on March 5. Entries can be picked up at the library after March 5.
February is Library Lovers Month. To celebrate, we’re giving away some books. Go here and finish the sentence “I love my library because _____” and you’ll be entered into a random drawing for a bag of books. Enter any time during the month of February. Enter as many times as you’d like! We’ll announce a winner on March 3. Good luck!
Ever dream you were in a different place? A different universe? Ever imagine that something spectacular would come and take you away from the everyday humdrum of your life? Then you, my friend, are a fan of alternate universes. The idea of being whisked away into a grand adventure out of this world isn’t a new theme in books, but it is a reoccurring trend. Which is why we brilliant library people have created a contest all about alternate universes.
Submit your 200 word description of your favorite alternate dimensions between January 6th and January 31st for a chance to win a Doon poster signed by the authors. Our super intelligent computer will pick a winner at random on Monday, February 3rd.
In the meantime, check out these alternate universe books recommended by our awesome library staff members.
The Giver by Lois Lowry – Given his lifetime assignment at the Ceremony of Twelve, Jonas becomes the receiver of memories shared by only one other in his community and discovers the terrible truth about the society in which he lives.
Coraline by Neil Gaiman – Looking for excitement, Coraline ventures through a mysterious door into a world that is similar, yet disturbingly different from her own, where she must challenge a gruesome entity in order to save herself, her parents, and the souls of three others.
Divergent by Veronica Roth – In a future Chicago, sixteen-year-old Beatrice Prior must choose among five predetermined factions to define her identity for the rest of her life, a decision made more difficult when she discovers that she is an anomaly who does not fit into any one group, and that the society she lives in is not perfect after all.
Cinder by Marissa Marr – As plague ravages the overcrowded Earth, observed by a ruthless lunar people, Cinder, a gifted mechanic and cyborg, becomes involved with handsome Prince Kai and must uncover secrets about her past in order to protect the world in this futuristic take on the Cinderella story.
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis – Four English school children find their way through the back of a wardrobe into the magic land of Narnia and assist Aslan, the golden lion, to triumph over the White Witch who has cursed the land with eternal winter.
The Hall of Mirrors
I was young when my parents died in a tragic accident and left me and my brother alone in the world.
After they passed my brother and I neglected the estate, our once grand, luxurious home soon became a hollow house of crumbling corridors filled with cobwebs. There was only one spot of the entire estate we bothered to maintain, The Hall of Mirrors. It was a large room, with walls made of ancient mirrors that shone strangely even in the absence of light. It had always been my mother’s favorite room.
Thusly, it was the only room in the house that held some remnants of joy, some glimmer of happiness long lost; soon it became common for us to dine in the glimmering room.
It was during one of these bland meals that I observed my reflection, my blonde hair was frizzled and my blue eyes were stained with tears. Those eyes had once been the source of my name; they had once sparkled so brightly that my mother had insisted they name me Andromeda, after the sparkling Andromeda Galaxy.
But now they seldom sparkled, they only wept. They wept for the lives that had been lost that fateful day when God had called my parents home. How God could ever leave a child and his elder sister alone to fend for themselves, I never understood.
I was barely a teenager and now I had to take care of my little brother. My parent’s deaths affected my brother even more than me, as evidenced by his dreadful reflection. His heart was broken in such a way that I doubted it could ever be healed. I yearned for a way to ease his pain.
Then she came. She came suddenly, as if in answer to my silent prayer for my brothers healing. I saw her, a terrifying, beastly creature and although she was human in form she was not so in actions. Her wild gold hair flew outward in all directions and although she attacked my brother it was I she looked at, never taking her dangerous blue eyes off me.
My brother screamed my name, “Andromeda! Andromeda!” He cried. But it was as though I was dreaming, I wanted to stop her but I couldn’t.
She slammed his head against the floor and blood trickled down his face. He cried out for her to stop but she wouldn’t, she had a job to do and would see that it was done. She slammed his head several more times against the marble floor and his screaming was eventually silenced. His blood splashed up against the mirror.
Wait-The Mirror? I froze and so did she. She ran a bloodied hand through her tangled locks and so did I. Every move I made, no matter how slight, the killer mimicked. My blood ran cold.
My reflection. I had watched my reflection kill my brother. But reflections can’t kill people, I thought. I felt sick. Had I killed my brother? I was shaking and crying but I couldn’t stop staring at the mirror, at my bloodied reflection.
I saw my brother’s corpse in the mirror too; I saw the blood dripping off his face in a steady rhythm. The liquid made strange patterns on the floor, like a design painted on it by some demented artist. The sound of the blood falling echoed horribly against the glass walls, a revolting sound, like a melody composed by the devil himself. Drip-drip. Drip-drip. Guil-ty. Guil-ty. Guilty!
The word echoed horribly in my mind, “No,” I screeched at the polished and blood splattered glass. “No! You did this, not I!” The reflection in turn accused me.
I put up my hands to my ears to block the sound of the blood, but I couldn’t stop looking at the mirror. Even when I closed my eyes, the hideous image stayed with me, haunting me, and plunging me into a feeling of indescribable agony. I beat my hands against the glass, smearing the blood in odd patterns, distorting my reflection, making it look even more beast like. “No! No!”
I was frantic; I fear all my sanity had fled from my mind, “You did this! You killed him!” The mirror echoed back my words and any glimmer of sanity left in my soul vanished. I threw myself at the mirror, desperate to avenge my brother’s death, desperate to destroy his murderer. The glass shattered and the many pointed shards pierced my body. I fell to the floor and my blood mingled with that of my brothers. Now the blood-patterns on the floor seemed strangely beautiful.
I smiled softly at the swirling sea of red, for even though I knew I was dying, I was content. I had destroyed the beast that killed my brother.
This November we want to know your plan to survive the Zombie Apocalypse. Tell us where you’d go, how you’d survive and who you’d take with you all in 200 words or less. The winning plan will receive a Zombie Survival prize pack including; The Zombie Survival Guide and a Zombie Survival Kit Lunchbox. Our team of not-Zombie library workers will judge all the entries and announce a winner by December 16th. But be quick you only have until November 30th to submit your plan.
If you have a pulse, check out some of these books about Zombies. If you don’t…stay away from the library.
The winner of the 6 Word Memoir contest is (drum roll, please)….
“I have something to fight for.”
Choosing the best 6 Word Memoir was extremely difficult and our panel of judges felt that there were more than a few 6 word memoirs that deserved some extra attention (in which we give them the undeniably wonderful prize of being mentioned on the blog – don’t you feel famous!).
These 6 Word Memoirs have grabbed the award for best confidence. You’re awesome, but you already know that don’t you.
“Way too amazing for six words.”
“I am the most awesome kid.”
“I am a very smart girl.”
“I can write very good memoirs.”
The following 6 Word Memoirs are nominated for the deepest and most soul searching. You don’t need a prize – your prize is speaking what’s in your heart.
“I am simply striving for success.”
“Better to feel pain than nothing.”
“Your yesterday will mirror my tomorrow.”
“Life goes on, no matter what.”
“I am unashamed of the Gospel.” (Romans 1:16)
This honorable mention goes to the two memoirs that mentioned books. (We are librarians, after all.)
“Great books can keep me flying.”
“Dogs art nails shoes books friends”
Finally this mention goes to the 6 Word Memoir that made us giggle. We don’t know what it’s about (other than Kevin Bacon), but we liked it anyway!
“bacon bacon bacon bacon Kevin Bacon.”
If you didn’t see your 6 Word Memoir on this post, have no fear your chance for fame and glory will come again. Our Teen Writing Contest is happening now, but you only have until October 31st to submit your 1,000 word short story. If your 6 words were awesome, just imagine how awesome 1,000 could be.
Thanks to all the teens who participated in a our “How Bacon Changed My Life Contest”. We had entries that made us cry, entries that made us laugh and entries that made us cry again (mostly because we were laughing so hard), but our winning entry comes straight from the heart. This brief paragraph on how bacon changed Megan’s life was too moving not to win.
Bacon really changed my life when I became a “Bacon Farmer.” I grew up on a farm and had cats and dogs always a clover bud until I turned nine. And every 4-Her knows that turning the big nine means. It means that your finally a “big kid” a real 4-Her. I knew as soon as I turned nine I was going to show livestock. After much debating and negotiating with my father we finally decided on hogs. Hogs changed my life. It’s not about just showing. You have to raise these animals from start to finish. You have to know about the animals. As a diabetic I was also shocked to find out that hogs also produce insulin that I use to keep my blood sugars under control. But raising hogs has made me the person I am today. I’m more responsible and grown up. And I provide healthy good quality bacon to all bacon loving people out there.
Now for our honorable mentions. Although we can’t give a prize to every entry, we felt that these last two deserved a bit of attention.
Creative countess and blog post scribe? (Okay maybe not a REAL countess, but who cares.)
I live for hot bacon mornings? (Too true. Too true.)
Morning is my nemesis, so evil. (So evil, it is eviillll. I’m tormented because bacon is a breakfast food.)
The challenge is on. Submit your six word memoir to our new teen contest for a chance to win a copy of I Can’t Keep My Own Secrets: Six Word Memoirs by Teens Famous and Obscure by Larry Smith and some magnetic poetry. Maybe my mornings wouldn’t be so bad with a little poetry hanging on my fridge.