French Révolution: Poetry

(Henry Singleton) Storming of the Bastille

Carpe diem!  Today, we strike!

Cheers fill the streets so violently

as a smile fills my bloodstained face.


Waving the flag around

rush through the air as we

storm the tower

and reclaim what is ours.

Peace! Finality! Bread!

Storm the tower,

no wound too strong,

keep fighting!


Fight for your freedom,


Dying around me,

bodies fill the streets and blood rushes through the



Freed from poverty and famine!

Storm the Bastille,

and start to rid us of that bane that is

the royalty!


those three estates!

And let the blood that flows in the gutter

be no longer of the sans-culottes,

but of those who have wronged and

controlled us for too long!








Warriors FanPoem!

FanPoem…  It may sound silly, but that’s what it is.  Warriors is a book series by Erin Hunter. She has her own website, too. ( ) The word “kit” means kitten, so here it is.


Fantasies of a Thunderclan kit


All my brothers and sisters,

we are but newborn kits,

born in a bramble thicket.


On a hill of soft, green, grass,

lies the apprentices’ den.

When we are of age, of course,


six moons old, yes, yes, right then.

We will be training.

Our mentors will train us well.


We will make good warriors,

after we are trained.

We will catch prey, every day.



Warriors is the most awesomest book series ever.


Love,  Mousepaw


P.S. If you read warriors you will understand my name.

The Story!

So here it is. I have adapted a few details to fit the story.


One day out of the blue a girl bid, “Adieu, adieu!”

to her friends and family, she moved!

to a village she thought predisposed

a house made perfectly arose.

On the scales of good and bad,

The house was perfect and the village, she thought, was just sad.

But as houses go is was an obvious decision.

Now to this you must listen.

She moved in and she was happy…

But she thought the town was sappy.

She was a witch of sorts, I think.

And she took care of herself with a quick wink.

Then she met Julie who was kind of a geek.

Julie was her neighbor of only one week.

They grew to be friends very, very closely.

Julie’s last name is T.M.  Kozely.

The very same last name as Sunrise!

Was it possible they were sisters?

Could they have grown up in each others lives?

Switched at birth? Could she be a changeling?

Is she living without aging?

They don’t know anything for sure.

But to jump to conclusions would be immature.

After awhile they found something out.

They knew exactly what it was about.

Could it be?

They were getting tested with biology.

The scientist came out and explained,

Their DNA was a match, Aha! they exclaimed.

Most people will agree,

A match is a match , Now do you see?

They still felt a little unsure.

About information, they needed more.

Were they getting their biology right?

They stayed up all night trying to see it in the light.

They  were sure they had misplaced a letter E.

Ah.  Maybe that was the missing key.

Then they drank lots of strong tea.

Drinking tea made them happy.

They were sure now, I believe.

And they were able to conceive,

They were cousins!

It would not be easy to disagree,

For the proof is on paper for all eyes to see.

After this,  Sunrise went for a walk in the trees,

And so got stung by angry bees.

She got better and now she’s happy,

And now the town does not seem sappy.

Sunrise and Julie stayed in the town.

They were happy so they wore gowns.

Shortly after, they went their separate ways.

Julie went on a trip for many days.

While Sunrise opened a little shop,

That sold some weird kinds of glop.

And then she met Don,

and had a little girl named Fawn.

Then they all lived happily ever after.

Under a roof made out of rafters.

I <3 Writing Poems!