Ocean Township High School - Sandpiper Yearbook (Oakhurst, NJ)

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Robert Blenden '80 ANDY'S DOOR I'll never be as close to Andy as everyone would like to have me. They say we look so good together, like the pair a' top the cake. But Andy has a door he closes when he feels someone is coming near. I think I'd like to get inside it, for I feel a need to know him. Andy, if you want me, leave for me a key to find. Even though I know the keys hard to come by. I can feel you looking at me through the tiny eye. were called an item by the papers, and hes so ready to deny it. I wish that I could say that it's true, that we're really lovers. But Andy had his door left open. and someone slammed it in his face. Now his door is closed forever, and I feel a need to love him. Lori Bonifitto '81 I SEE THE SEA How vast and limitless it is, How far and wide. To some . . . a dream, to others . . . a passing sight. I've seen it a million times, but not once have stopped to think of its greatness, its beauty, its presence. It roars and thunders. lt crashes and raves . . . yet, I turn around, and the noise is gone. It is now peaceful and serene, like a painted picture or a weary mind. It is so boundless. Where does it lead? Where do these Thunder crashing waves come from? I a mystery . . . It is the sea. Yet I have seen it, and l have thought about this sea. Now I must see and think of something else. What will it be? What of the sky? Denise Telonidis l80 ETERNITY Waves Like hungry hands Reach upward Stretching Grasping Beating and crashing Ceaselessly Transforming holders of rock Into grains of sand. Debbie Schacter l81

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Revelation At first unnoticed but then they discover Each Other the jotting down of a few numbers meaningless in singularity but ir; combination such anticipation! waiting waiting finally a date she fantasizes of the future too attached already a few parties, a movie or two experiencing yet still foreign day by day he goes through the motions calling speaking of trivia she grows frustrated realizing one night he goes too far she stops him and begins to open up they talk Deep things go well now talk of personal secrets closer finally on the phone late one night he decides to tell her she takes it well I still feel the same but when they hang up confusion, disbelief, doubt, Hurt confidence in the relationship shaken? strengthened? he constantly assures her she wants to believe give her time to accept the fact Kathy Basso i82 GARY If we had had the time to live our lives the way we had it planned, I'd have grown to be a woman, and you'd have been my man. Weld flown away to be alone and make love til we died. But along the way we got shortchanged of time, and love denied. All of my senses knew yours well, though we never shared a night. Yet, without the chill of an evening spent, you always touched me right. I'll try to save my heart for you, though I'm losing it ounce by ounce. But lill always remember my first love, and how sometimes almost counts. Lori Bonifitto i81 MEMORIES Memories, kept in a box. Stupid things that meant so much. Laughter and joy, Tears and sorrow Dreams we once had, Never to come to pass Letters of Love Letters of Hate. One day lill blow away the dust And open up the look. But maybes are just the same as Loves that once were, Never to be again. Leslie Schwartz '82 A poem is but a bunch of words With fancy beat and rhyme That tries to say the deepest things To last for all of time. But out of these eternal things One stands above the rest, And that one thing is human love - The thing we know best. Yet what we say we know the best ls still a mystery, As alterations come and go Like tides upon the lonesome sea. 80 with the tides our poems will change And bear new meaning every day; The floating themes will have no rest Until emotions are safe to stay. 325 Steve Kiessling '80

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Meryl Grossman FOR I AM LIKE AN EAGLE; FOR I AM ME. Like the spreading of the eagles wings, I open my arms - Welcoming the world Not hiding behind lies, That build up one's ego. For lies that impress others - Oppress me . . . I am Young - But not naive. In my short life span, My mind has absorbed much, I know people . . . The Deceivers, Like the pure white snow, Tempting others to touch it. Yet numbs the fingers of those that do. The Followers, Desperately searching for their identities, But only mimicking their Leaders. And the Paranoid, Afraid to reach out to others, For fear of being rejected. Like a baby rocked in the cradle, They are afraid the bow may break. I am not included in these categories, Although I have tried them all. The Leaders and Deceivers, Must uphold their reputation. They lack the expression, of the simple innocence of not knowing, And so they pretend to know, By throwing out names, Making others look foolish. Yet they are the Fools, For I am able to inquire, Free from the imprisonment, of egotistical lies . . . And the Followers, No longer able to view themselves in a mirror, For they are now extinct . . . YESTERDAYS So now I recall, To all those many years ago. Today is like tomorrow - Forming those yesterdays that have Gone before me, and the ones that Still have to go, My yesterdays are coming together In the hazy shapes of lost times. To only find my lost tears Among all the fallen stars. As I must also fall, among the fallen, My soul looks ahead, Forgetting those forgotten dreams, Trying to escape those scenes I read. My mind has searched, Only to find awaiting in my path Fallen stars of long ago. And of all the new ones - Adding to that never ending cinema show. I wander high and low To find those special places That my soul may go. To forget, by and by, All those many years ago. David Nahan I82 Yet my reflection, ls clear . . . Undistorted . . . I exist, Not only as an image, But as a person. And the Paranoid, Fear life itself. They retreat into the false security, of a blanket, Long outgrown. But I live life, And experience it every day. People survive, BUT I LIVE. I am the only one, Who has to accept me. And so I am shielded, From Others insults. I am cautious about the friends I choose. They must be there for me, As I will be for them. I do not thrive on what others think of me. I thrive on my self-image and my self-respect. For I am like an eagle who stands erect . . . FOR I AM ME. 327 Robin Slutsky '80