Transcript Express Yourself
Express Yourself
LBP Literacy Expressions Across the Curriculum and Beyond
Welcome to LBP’s online Literary Magazine. We invite students of all levels to come and read the work of their peers. We hope you are inspired to create and submit your own work. Your level rep will be glad to help; hand in your masterpieces to them by the deadline assigned each month. The written word is magical. It conveys our thoughts and dreams, our hopes, our needs, beliefs, and our desires. The written word does not just come out of English class. It springs forth from all areas of life, and our dream is that you not contain your thoughts but spill them forth on paper and let the world read your eloquence and passion.
Moderators: Ms. Fiore and Ms. Pisegna.
Deadline to submit for next month’s publication: November 24 th , 2008
Submit to your level reps or to one of the moderators.
You Set My Soul Free
Now every word that she speaks to me is pure gold She sets my soul free She gave me love Gave me hope Gave me strength But it wasn't my intention Somehow you got me Release some pressure So that I can turn and see The sprit manifest a shape Like a flower I can see but I can’t free Moreover, nothing that you do could ever make me run Run away from you Written by: Stephano Presta
Albert Soucy
Albert Soucy was born on October 13, 1913 in Montreal, Canada. He is now 95 years old. He has a background of American, Irish, Scottish and German heritage and he has a sister named Jeanne Soucy but she passed away at the age of 17. Albert has green eyes, pale skin and he’s about five feet six inches tall. He loved bees a lot, and he liked to bike and play golf. He received his high school diploma and took an electrician course in English, therefore he has to take an English course as well because at the time he did not speak the language. I was interested in writing about my grandfather because I think he is remarkable and he deserves to be noticed. He lived through World War One and World War Two, and during the second World War, he worked as an electrician in Halifax for two years. I was also interested in how he took care of six children and lived through a brutal accident in 1997 which took his wife's life. (Therese Beland) I admire how he has a sense of humor and how he’s perseverant. I admire how he handled bees with such care and precision.
My Grandfather
My grandfather was an adventurous man who was amazing with the care of bees. He was a generous man who donated to the church and he also removed bee hives from people’s trees as an act of kindness. My grandfather likes playing jokes, he has a sense of humor and he was perseverant. During his work at Pearl Harbor, he was asked to continue his work as an electrician onboard a ship. He had refused the offer because he had his family to take care of. As the ship sailed, my grandfather walked away but before the ship got out of site it blew up into millions and millions of pieces. The ship on which he almost embarked, and if he had I would not be here today, had been attacked by a submarine. Written by: Tara Santavicca Secondary I
Ice Cream
Walking down the boulevard I started to daydream. I couldn’t wait to eat, That delicious ice cream.
Which flavor?
What cone?
How many scoops?
It’s all unknown.
Finally down this boulevard I found an ice cream store. I couldn’t wait to buy one Since the night before. I wanted it to be perfect Like a puffy cloud, But many decisions to make To make myself proud. Which flavor?
What cone?
How many scoops?
It’s all unknown.
I decided to take three scoops Of strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate. I was so excited to eat it, So I hurried for the exit. I went for my first lick Outta the three big scoops. Oh! It’s delicious Whoops!
There goes my ice cream That I adore. It just fell on the floor And I’ve been waiting for it since before. So I turned around And walked in the door, To buy another ice cream And hopefully it won’t fall on the floor. Written By : Vittoria Donato Level V
Struggle for Survival
Lives endangered, Habitats destroyed, Climate Change approaching, Slowly getting warmer and warmer. Permanent ice gradually melting, North Pole surely vanishing. Suffering, struggling, surrounded by water, nothing but water. Innocent white-coated creatures, suffering, struggling, drowning...drowning… Written by: Vanessa Glave
Written By: Cynthia Albanese Who am I? I am a shy and quiet girl like a mouse hidden behind the walls of our home. Always present and attentive, yet clearly confused.
I am bright and full of life like the rays of the sun shine on earth. A happy and smiling person as a flower who dances in the wind. I am a bowl of sunshine, the angel. And to some I may be trouble, the devil. How do I feel?
I feel as though I am a vision of the future that has all the power in the world. I feel as though my heart is dancing, full of life inside of me. I am happy to be alive like a new born is happy to be born. Studded yet very aware. Big, and deep, the ocean blue. Stuck in some virtual reality. How do I see the world?
I see the world as one big dream I can’t wakeup from. Roaming yet standing still trying to achieve. Confused but never lost on how others treat the earth. So angry that I can do the imaginable. Yet knowing the world is full of life, everlasting love for someone. Having world peace, Destroyed with the wars going on around the world.
SwordPlay
That glint of glowing metal, The thrust and clang of swords, The cowardly bold maneuvers, Of two pitiful, angered lords Will each eye meet its target, Or rather, will each hand?
Where will lie the next stroke?
On whom shall it land?
And so the brawl moves onwards, While going backwards all the same For is it really worth it, To gain power over one’s being slain?
And yet it intrigues us so, to wonder who will get the fame Who will gain the power?
And who must face the same?
And so we count on that final blow, To determine the winner of the round But what has the victorious really won, Over the man lying dead on the ground?
Written by: Alyssa Cannavino Level V
Now tell me who do you want to be?
Are we chasing unattainable dreams?
Do we just have to trip on our future, wish for luck; what helps make a difference? Everything we try to do is for a reason, but do we get what we really want, Or something we better wish having?
It’s times like these where I still wonder what I am looking for. Did I set myself up for something I didn’t want? Did I purposely look for this?
Questions, questions, we all have them. Some more than others, but we always want to know new things Meet new people to help us try figure things out; who we really are. How do we know we’re really being ourselves at all?
High school changes you, the way you think, the way you love things and people in your life. They come and go. And never come back. Answers, answers, we don’t ever get a straight one no matter How much we beg or whine. All we have to do is wait and see And hopefully we won’t be broken in the end.
My Great Grandmother
Today I won’t be talking about a rich person. No, today I will be talking about an old woman that is rich in love. She is my great grandmother. Her name is Angelina Natalino and she is 95 years old and moves as though she were 20 years old. She was born in a small village called Musellaro which is in Pescara, Abruzzo in Italy. She lost her mother at a young age and her father was forced to leave her with foster parents so he could go to another city to make a living. Her foster parents were no substitute for her real parents. She was not treated kindly. It is almost like a Cinderella story. Then she grew up and married, she had some good times with him until he died and again she was left to fend for herself with tow children to raise with no means of money. She was like many other children in the early 1900’s who never had a chance to go to school. She is about 4’9. her hobbies include gardening and going to church with her family. She may not be the youngest lady but I love her very much. The reason I am interested in my great grandmother is because even though she went through so many bad times, she is still one of the happiest people I know. She could be a very good role model for many people. She was always perseverant even in bad times. She worked a lot, raising two children on her own. When one little lady has to go through that much in her life, it deserved to be noticed. My great grandmother is so perseverant. The story begins when her husband dies in World War II in the year 1939 and my great grandmother was left in a barn. In there she raised many sheep's, pigs and chicken and then sold them for money. She also sold coal that she made in her fireplace. With all that hard work she managed to raise children very well and with very little money. In conclusion, a woman like my great grandmother should be recognized and applauded for her courage to continue to battle a hard life with a smile and always ready to give advice and courage to others. Written by: Giuliano Miele Secondary 1
Daybreak and Nightfall
Crimson lights flash across the sky Mauve beams streak the heavens Dots of blue remain from the ended day The Sun begins to fall asleep Cursing Dusk, the son of the Moon For ending his reign so quickly And giving his mother control of the sky Dusk soon disappears Leaving the heavens dark The only colour is of the Moon The stars, the natural light in the blackness Remain to cast some beauty upon the kingdom. Dawn is the only thing to dethrone the Moon Her hues consume the shadows And the Sun regains power His daughter has done her task And now she vanishes Waiting to once again complete her only duty And so this cycle continues ‘Till the end of days…… Written by: Michelle Savard Level V
Written by: Patrizio Di Libero Level V
Devils Arms
The devil has me in his arms I thought it only be that once The devil has me in his arms Now it calls me before I go to sleep Who believed it would over take me I used to own the key The key to the heavens above me Now the devils got me I’ll cope with the habit The erg, the trip and the drive The line I’ve drawn can never be erased The past can never be changed The past can’t be changed only forgotten The devil has me in his arms I twist and I turn but I can’t clip away The devil has me in his arms Even if I learned the thought would haunt me It would haunt me for the rest of my days I’m anchored in and I am not getting out Now the devils has got me Who knows if I will make it our alive?
I’ll cope with the habit The erg, the trip and the drive This line I’ve drawn can never be erased The past can never be changed The past can’t be changed only forgotten
I dream awake I can’t sleep My heart it aches to feel a beat For every moment and every day I’ve ever spent too far away I thought about you every mile And why they sent me here to fight As long as I can see you smile I know my futures looking bright I’m writing this as you sit at home While my boy is sleeping your all alone Always fearing for that call To confirm I won’t come home at all I’ve lost so many dear old friends I looked to heaven in the sky And wondered when we meet our ends If I would see them when I die. But there is so much anger so much pain To watch these children try in vain A mother’s eyes are filled with tears This war consumed so many years But when you see all the people who need you to stay To protect them from those who want to cause harm You can’t help but wonder if maybe one day The world will make up when we sound the alarm No need for violence no need for hate These things keep us trapped inside a gate As people were better to think with our hearts To stop all this war before it even starts I am a husband, I am a brother, I am an uncle and a son A best friend, a neighbour, and a father of one And at the end of the day when all has been said and done I’m coming back home to be with you Written by: Ricky Tucci At the End of the Day
Le Fléau du XXeime Siècle Oui, c’est vrai qu’il y a beaucoup d’enfant dans le monde qui on de la difficulté a survivre à cause du virus VIH SIDA. Je veux exprimer mes sentiments sur ce sujet <
Premièrment, quelles sont les raison principales d’infection du virus chez les enfant. Les causes sont que dans certains pays il y a le sexe tourisme; ensuite il y a des drogues intraveineuses ainsi que des mères séropositives qui passent le virus à leur bébé. Je ressens beaucoup de colère quand il y a des individus qui pensent que c’est acceptable de prendre avantage de l’innocence des enfants. En général on pense que les enfant ne sont pas importants et leur ‘voix’ n’est pas pris sérieux, ce qui aggrave leur situation. Je suis furieuse face au gouvernement car ils ne font que le strict minimum pour aider ces enfant. De plus on devrait porter plus d’aide pour les gens qui sont dépendants des drogues ainsi que ces mères qui sont infecte du virus
Deuxièmement, je vais détailler le nombre des enfants qui sont infecté. Tous les jours, il y a dans le monde 1800 enfants de monis de quinze ans qui sont infecté par le VIH. Ainsi que 6000 jeunes âgés de quinze à vingt quatre ans deviendront séropositifs. De plus, en Afrique Subsaharienne, 2, 250, 000 enfant de monis de quinze ans vivent avec le VIH SIDA. C’est absolument effrayant d’apprendre qu’il y a tant d’enfant infectés. C’est une épidémie qui amplifie le nombre de ses victimes chaque jour!
En conclusion, on remarque que le SIDA est un virus important dans notre société car il affecte beaucoup de gens. Par ailleurs c’est une épidémie qui peut se retrouver dans plusieur couches de notre société. C’est un fléau qui croit à un rythme alarmant. Peut être les solutions serait de se protéger lors des relation sexuelles, deuxièmement avoir un site d’injection pour les droguées et possiblement trouver un remède contre le virus. Written by: Elena Cesare