We here at The Sentinel have noticed a certain lacking in the expression available to our writers. We feel that the AP Style limits our ability to express our true opinions. So I, Alek Searcy, as poetry editor, in conjunction with our EIC Megan Emory and our opinion editor Carl DeBeer have boldly decided to branch out of the constricting confines of traditional journalism and create a brand new Sentinel.
In this section you will find students expressing their true opinions in a different and completely open format. There is no truer form of expression than found in the honest work of a poet.
“Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words burn.” –Thomas Gray
SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A PARKING DECK?
Carl James DeBeer
Shall I compare thee to a parking deck?
Thou art more open in so many ways;
Dumb kids do make the darling lanes a wreck.
And Driver’s Ed hath all too short a stay.
Sometimes too short the trucks of mud do park,
And thus all the good spots shall be well hid.
And every car from doors and keys take mark,
From chance or from some spoiled brat rich kid.
But thy eternal parking shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fee thou charge’st;
Nor shall B.O.B. brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in ever changing campus thou grow’st:
So long as students fail to park their best,
Our decks shall remain forever a mess.
A GENERAL EDUCATION
Carl James DeBeer
I saw you wearing your Macro Economics dress.
We were walking down the street,
smelling that new Ways of Knowing air
When I took your hand, pulled out my Elementary Statistics,
and shouted, “Who cares if we both like Computers in Your World?
I love you, and you love Intro to Mass Communication!”
And with that, we knew we had a love,
For General Education.
ODE TO B.O.B.
Carl James DeBeer
Never has someone led me like you!
You are my pick-me-up, my steed.
Never again shall I ride another,
For you have driven me the best.
Our love is like your route—never ending.
A shuttle by any other name
Would not be as sweet.
Be my shuttle eternal—B.O.B.
HIPPO HAIKU
Amie Mowrey
Drinking my water.
I’ll eat some lettuce tonight.
Now I need some sun.
HAIKU IN BRIEF
Alek Searcy
Enthusiastic
Autobiographical
Sophisticated
I LOVE TO RUN
Haley Stansell
I love to run,
Running is fun.
I love to write,
I’m full of spite.
I love to cook,
Now a good book.
CHOCOLATE GOODNESS OR ODE TO THE COOK
Ruth Lauture
The Cookie that i missed i bet
It looked legit,
the Hunger
in my tummy it had to be yummy.
I guess that’s what I get.
Maybe.
Next time ill be set.
BIB
Alek Searcy
A bib that Zeezee wore
She found it in the store
Upon her neck it rests
Protects her from the pests
Could there be a finer Bib?
LIMERICK #1
Michael Foster
There once was a lad from KSU
Who decided he wanted to sue.
He sat with a plop,
In front of B.O.B’s stop
But realized there was nothing he could do.
DEATH TO THE SMOKER
Greg Bieger
Death to the Smoker
How dare he smoke that near me?
Oh—it’s not my call.
WHO?
Scrappy the Owl
I hate that word
No one thinks that a simple word
Could annoy so much
But it does
Who let the dogs out? Who, who?
No one! Never!
Never ask an owl, who.
I’ll make you pay,
I’m only Scrappy by name.
A CALL TO TALKING
Carl James DeBeer
All around this school
People scurry to class Running and texting together
Instead of paying attention
Let us fix this problem
First we ban all running
Only a fool would run
Over time we ban texting
Lower your phone and engage one another
Stop texting and start talking
A SENTINEL LIMERICK
Ed Bonza
There was once a student who lived in a skyscraper
Who loved reading KSU’s campus newspaper
He read too close to a window
And out the hole he did go
Leaving behind The Sentinel and a crater.
UNTITLED #3
Carl James DeBeer
Parking is bad,
Guns are too;
Please read Opinion,
I’ve got nothing to do.
SHORT & SWEET
Andrea Dowis
Tall you are not called
My love cares not about your height
You are my sweet pea
LIMERICK #2
Eric Fuller
A school once wanted footballin’
But some students started stallin’.
They asked who would coach,
Or who we could poach.
Then the school hired Bohannon.
LIMERICK #3
Megan Emory
No one appreciates this paper
They all think they could do better
Well don’t sit around
Please come on down
And show us how you would deliver.
