Poems written by students from Mae Boyar
High School in Jerusalem in response to the movie "The
Dead Poet's Society"
Dreams
Sometimes fate turns its back to you.
And sometimes shows its teeth.
But I have never seen its smile.
Oh, Lady Luck's a myth!
Hold on to dreams -- they're all you've
got,
Man's hand can touch them never.
Your life ends with a single shot,
But dreams remain forever.
>From birth to death, day after day,
The sun goes up all over.
Without the dreams our world is gray
Your fears can take you nowhere.
Dreams can break chains that never broke,
Rhyme words unmeant to rhyme.
With dreams a child can change the world
And backwards move time.
Hold on to dreams -- sleep or awake.
And make your dreams come true.
For your dreams are all yours alone...
They make "just someone" you...
Inspired by:
"But only in their dreams can men be truly
free
It was always thus, and always thus will
be."
Keating
The nightmare is over,
The day has begun.
The light is such glory
And no cloud in the sky.
All lovely and peaceful
There sunshine and songs.
Already alarm clock...
O please, a second more!
Life: a period of material,
Placed somewhere in time and space.
Something that over
and ties the ends.
But there are open lives
Do I love him?
I don't know.
Maybe yes and maybe no.
Does he love me?
I hope so
O, my God, please tell me so.
NIL
Running fast along the bridge
Shining stars jumping in the eyes,
Suddenly, helpless, want to scream, to
shout
But my mouth is closed, my voice doesnòt
sound.
Stone after stone, piece after piece,
Falling from the bridge to the river --
so deep.
Walking slowly on the long, dark bridge
The shining in the eyes went long ago
to sleep,
The water is calling, whispering under
my feet.
Tired, aimless, I'm closing my eyes.
Trying to push different buttons in all
kinds of size:
Pushing REWIND and FAST FORWARD, but the
button is stuck
And then on PLAY, but the terrible music
drives me nuts.
I throw the damn tape in the river, full
of violence
And then STOP ----
and hear the silence.
Love is like energy
Turning inside, from dawn of life
Although the stormy desert of
It. Till the dusk.
Love in the night should explode.
Couples can make it so fine.
I'll be yours and you'll be mine.
I shall never bear you a grudge.
I would rather reflect on it with a forgiving
touch.
Like the sea, our waves will rise high.
You'll be my girl, I'll be your guy.
I run out of ideas. I run out of words.
Never go from me, always go towards.
New life is born!
In the white wilderness of emptiness
New life, new wine, dying on a vine
The true heart of a black soul
Full with fears and vengeance
>From an indifferent world.
Gods and myths, ancient world, ancient
wars.
Wake up, the time has come again
Time to bring up the ancient fire
>From hearts of lost warriors
Dying near the ancient lake of hope.
Hell within, hell without, hell is what
the screams about
All of us were born to suffer
Time and space no longer matter
Guns, thunders, the sound of battle
Fighting the peace by the power of new
gods
For new habitats, for life.
She was bleeding herself out of your sight
And your fears prevented you from interfering
"Sad people cannot see anything but the
dark," you said, and didn't
understand that the darkness is a mirror.
"Most people are frightened from seeing
themselves," she said, dying
in your hands
You watched her soul dripping slowly from
her body and heard her last
words.
What you didn't hear was her soul, screaming
at you, "If you want to
live, stop hiding from the darkness."
Stop hiding from yourself.
Everything is gay and fresh
Everything is gay and fresh
I heard a little girl singing on the bus
I told her to be quiet
And she kicked me in the ass
Now it hurts
And I feel bad
I can't believe it
I'm almost dead
It's all because of that little girl
Who doesn't take criticism well.
Next time I see her on the bus
I will kick her in the ass.
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