With the day of cards and of broken hearts, St. Valentine’s day, approaching, Prep News asked SLUH’s most talented poets to send in their Apollo-inspired verses. Here’s what they sent in:

 

To our beloved STUCO,

You are my little rose, lush with petals,
Who in the Spring months shines for all to see But slowly now your stem begins to droop
And with it, your beautiful petals fall,
The once-strong roots now weak with poisonous pride That prompt you to create hype vid’os for
The upcoming day of your own demise.
For lest your looks be taken for true strength, Prep News is here to set the record straight.
We are the eagle soaring high above,
Which overlooks the school both day and night, And down we dive to free you from your curse
Of prideful life through quick and painless death By means of vict’ry through full dominance Upon the b-ball court this very month.
May this quaint poem strike within your hearts,
A warning and a curse for what’s to come,

-your favorite Newsies

Where’s Your Lanyard?

Your accosting, adoring, ambivalent embrace hangs about me in solemn solidarity. Sometimes pocketed out of sight but not forgotten, sometimes strangling me like
vines in view.
Your nylon threads unite,
navy as a freshman’s blazer,
to bring about one infinite band.
Flexible enough to love a fellow imperfectly stitched creature in need.
Go forth and make holy this union!
Or demerits will surely follow.
As you clutch me and I reciprocate
We can both strengthen that
Which binds us to an artificial life.
So we can buy lunch.

- Taggart Arens

 

America the beautiful America the proud America the broken America the loud
So much grace and so much hate And life beneath the scars
We love our land and tend her plight ‘Cause she won’t always be ours

- Daniel Hogan

 

Creamy is red.
Crunchy is blue.
Like PB on the roof of my mouth, I’m stuck on you!

-Mr. Frank Corley