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Lit Digital Portfolio!

Magnets: today's world

Alex Constantinides

on 25 March 2011

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Have you been to the ,
Where everyone's happy all day,
Where they joke and they sing
Of the happiest things,
And everything's jolly and gay?
There's no one unhappy in Happy
There's laughter and smiles galore.
I have been to The Land of Happy-
The Land of Happy
by Shel Silverstein

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
one from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.

For the grapes' sake, if the were all,
Whose ,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost--
For the grapes' sake along the all.
by Robert Frost

Did you sneeze?
Yes, I rid myself of the imposter inside me.

Did you iron your shirt?
Yes, I used the steam of mother's hate.

Did you wash your hands?
Yes, I learned my hygiene from a raccoon.

I prayed on my knees, and

I gargled. I polished my shoes until I saw who I was.
I inflated my résumé by employing my middle name.

I walked to my interview, early,
The sun
I patted my hair when I entered the wind of a revolving door.
The guard said, For a guy like you, it's the 19th floor.

The economy was up. Flags whipped in every city plaza
In America. This I saw for myself as I rode the elevator,
Empty because everyone had a job but me.

Did you clean your ears?
Yes, I heard my fate in the drinking fountain's idiotic drivel.

Did you slice a banana into your daily mush?
I added a pinch of salt, two raisins to sweeten my breath.

Did you remember your pen?
I remembered my fingers when the elevator opened.

I shook hands that dripped like a dirty sea.
I found a chair and desk. My name tag said my name.
Through the glass ceiling, I saw the heavy rumps of CEOs.
Outside my window, ,
All of us pushing papers
To keep it going.
Self-Inquiry Before the Job Interview
by Gary Soto

How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love?
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine,
whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-
vascular health--just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.
Sex Without Love
by Sharon Olds
Slow, slow!

Sparkling, glittering, simmering snowflakes
each one crafted uniquely
hundreds and thousands and millions of snowflakes
none of which are the same

Accumulating by meter,
rising from the ground,
piles and piles of snowflakes rest,
microscopic natural patterns of geometry

in the clouds
falling to the ground to melt
and never again will that same pattern exist
By Alex Constantinides
like a ring on an electric stove.
my knees answered with pain.
the sun was a burning stove
What a bore
The Moral Duckling
The little hermit crab
was evicted from his shell
by the looks of the conditions
there was no time to dwell

the police crabs had fought him
in a battle over taxes
why did they evict the poor little crab?
Oh, they were a*xes

Off he went through the currents
fighting the easterly winds
across the frontier he traveled
excavating the maze of bends

That night the little hermit crab
found a place to stay
it was a hollow log
so only temporarily


Wee little hermit crab continued his search,
he set off on a journey
to find the right house
when he found himself in a golf tourney!

Little did he know
he had a special talent
he swung nine hole-in-ones,
and won a great gold challis

With this great challis he bought back his house
no more worries about payment;
for he could afford ten dwellings
with his newfound talent
Community and Place
The Wee little Hermit crab
by Alex Constantinides
the log was too big
the log was too dark
the log was too gloomy
the log housed a whale shark!
leaves already are burnt with frost
like fingerprints falling from the sky
Each snowflake winks
land of happy

There were 12 little ducklings
and one was quite ugly.
The 10 other ducklings judged him,
But there was one who loved him equally.

The one (normal) duckling had vowed from birth:
“I will not descriminate,”
thus he understood
it is not what is on the outside
but what lies within.

He came to the ugly duckling with a gentle approach,
who was timid and shy
and put down a great bunch.

With tender words and thoughtful actions,
they became great friends
with strong, unbreakable attractions

Their strong bond and great values became contagious,
and the other ducklings caught the non-discrimination infection.

all the ducklings became buddies,
forgetting appearances,
but looking in,
and they grew up to become best duck friends.

And like peas in a pod
they wandered throughout,

they spread the word without a doubt
Like wildfire spreads
soundly singing songs
PDP Literature
Themed Poetry
by Alex Constantinides
Lying is bad
Lying is evil
How would you feel
if I were to steal?

I would shiver all day,
and sweat all night,
That is against the ten commandmants
Am I right?

Stealing the truth
Where is my trust?
Oh, I see it
Lying is stealing
It's hung on that noose
Stop Sinning
by Alex Constantinides
as the children at birth
beautiful as dancers
Crow. Digital image. Open Letters Montly. Web. 12 Dec. 2010. <http://www.openlettersmonthly.com/whitmanblog/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/crow.jpg>

Frost, Robert. "October." Akoot. Web. 13 Dec. 2010. <http://www.akoot.com/robertfrost15.html>.

Grapevine. Digital image. Totally Money. Web. 12 Dec. 2010. <http://www.totallymoney.com/frugal/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/grapevine.jpg>.

Hearts - 1474. Digital image.Free Extra Images. Web. 12 Dec. 2010. <http://images.free-extras.com/pics/h/hearts-1474.jpg>.

Misty Rays. Digital image. Cape Town Skies. Web. 12 Dec. 2010. <http://www.capetownskies.com/1215/04_misty_rays_treesa.jpg>.

Olds, Sharon. "Sex Without Love." Akoot. Web. 13 Dec. 2010.

P1080671. Digital image. Cades Cove Wanderer. Web. 12 Dec. 2010. <http://cadescovewanderer.com/images/P1080671.JPG>.

Robert Frost. Digital image. What About Clients. Web. 12 Dec. 2010. <http://www.whataboutclients.com/archives/Robert-Frost-big.jpg>.

Silverstein, Shel. "The Land of Happy." Akoot. Web. 13 Dec. 2010. <http://www.akoot.com/shelsilverstein12.html>.

Soto, Gary. "Self Inquiry Before the Job Interview." Akoot. Web. 13 Dec. 2010. <http://www.akoot.com/garysoto9.html>.

Wind Turbines. Digital image. TreeHugger.com. Web. 12 Dec. 2010. <http://www.treehugger.com/wind-turbines-spain-y001.jpg>.
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