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His Smile Awaits

He was my very first daydream
I thought about him all the time
Something about him made me beam

Seeing his face was so sublime
Making good grades in class was a breeze
It was his smile that was my motivation
Liking him came with such ease
Every thought of touching him came with hesitation

All I had was the way he looked at me
Waiting for his glances became my prize
A chance encounter filled me with glee
I wanted so much to feel the warmth of his eyes
Thinking of him is a great memory 
Smiles like his have become few and far between

Copyright © Brandee Augustus | Year Posted 2009

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Every Day

Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake...
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

Moments becomes hours for me, when I see the others smile in minutes
Old is my mouth; for not having strength for such movements 
Now, time waits upon my hands to make something unknown
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

This mind, beats so much more than this heart
Unwilling are these eyes to search that which has already been seen
Easy is the wind to those that welcome its flirty touch
Soft are the sounds of the leafs being crushed
Dazing is the street light, when watched throughout the night
Animals pass and smell my sent; small acquaintances if you might
Yonder noises: added ingredients, to help imagination take a flight

Watching children play
Eying women walk
Dim; the lights will say
Nothing seems to stop
Everyone's alive
Sadly, so am I
Death's a friend to each one of us
All of us will cry
Yelling out: Come friend, tears will not shed mine

This mind, beats so much more than this heart
How heavy is the rain on a wet coat longed?
Undisturbed is the playing of my high school song
Rusty is my skin, but I not worry for it to be touched
Sounds of other voices keep me hushed
Dealing with myself so long
Aging is my only grown
Yield please earth, been so still, I feel you spin

Friday games I never win
Reaching out to grab myself
Inside me, there is no help
Does anyone know how long it's been?
All my life has turn a shame
Years are passing without a gain...

Slow is the sun knowing that I am already awake
Awake to feel the air up above me
Tumbling down in quakes
Riding upon hopelessness
Dying upon wait
Alone with my heart inside
Yearning for her to stay...

Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010

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School Days!

School Days!
     By the Poets Listed After the Poem

   Summer HOT fun filled days with plays and toys  
   Cease! And school begins for girls and for boys. 
   Holidays in the winter and the spring, 
   Outdoors sports: football, baseball and swim team.
   Old friends and new friends are joined together. 
   Laughter and learning gifts of forever-  

  Ding. Dong. Ding. Go inside.  It’s time to spell.
  Arithmetic. Reading. Writing.  DO TELL!  
  Youngsters when asked what they like to do best.
  Simply answer, of course, “We love recess!”

Contributing Poets: (Listed in alphabetical order)  Carol Brown, Deborah Guzzi, Carrie 
Richards, Dane Smith-Johnsen, and 
Sharon Weimer    (We did it!)

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2009

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VBS-Vacation Bible School

Vacation...Not for the teachers!
Boys and girls squealling with glee, horses and wagons
So much information too little time! Cowboy UP!

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010

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Behind the scenes
Always wanting to win
Kangaroo hops
Exciting buzzer beater
Tough sport
Basic dribbling
Always exciting
Last chance to win
Losing streaks.

Copyright © Brianna Parsons | Year Posted 2016

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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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My Hat

Orange, black, and white
Keep it pulled down tight.

Sits on my head with pride
Taking care of my uncombed hair
Ageing with daily wear
Threaded with the letters OSU
Eskimo Joe wears one too.

Copyright © Brian Magness | Year Posted 2011

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Copyright © Brandon Purnell | Year Posted 2013

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It Sounds Good

It sounds good coming from our granddaughter
Grown up words she does not slaughter 
This is what they mean to me
In an acrostic form of poetry

T rying hard to grow so fast
E nrichining each moment that goes past
C atching the gaze of boys who drool
H appy in knowing she is so cool
N ever behind the clothing trend
I mpeccably dressed she can transcend
C osmestics now her latest phase
A lluring, her looks do amaze
L aughing  with a winning smile
L ovely eyes that could beguile
Y et an innocent young child

P erhaps through school days’ time will show
H ow fast this young lady may grow
Y ielding to the work and tests
S itting sometimes taking rests
I n order to see all around
C leverly her brain will bound
A chieving all she can possibly reach 
L ater relaxing on a beach
L oving the days of school for they say
Y es the best days of your life have soon gone away

E xpectations we will have for sure
M aybe she will reach them and endure
O r just in case ours are too high
T hen set her own to reach the sky
I n order that she will one day
O btain a job with exorbitant pay
N ot sit around and waste her time
A s that would be a dreadful crime
L astly remember she is still a child
L earning her way in a world defiled
Y earning only to find  herself

These are just three of the grown up words she will say
A child growing up who should take time for play
Use her brain to achieve the best she can be
It matters very much to me, for I love my granddaughter you see

Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2012

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School Dazed

Stress is an
Understatement when it comes to the
Mine field called school.
Millions and millions of children and teachers
Expressly waiting for the last
Ringing of the school bell

For the year.
Understanding the price of the diploma; but, wanting
Nothing more than that "hot break".

Copyright © Brandee Augustus | Year Posted 2014

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Courtesy (Using Elements)


Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010

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Souls in a classroom
people this planet
earth.  A school for spirits,
located on a milky way
looking like a
blue bead on a necklace ... Earth
offering lessons of experience
until such a time as we will
need to return to our
divine destination, that spellbound space.

                        inspired by "Journeys of Souls" by Michael Newton

Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2010

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Sacrifices fundamental activities for education.
Clouds enclosed in mentality.
Home of the learned.
Occupation of those who can't do.
Opposition of modern history.
Life of the ludicrous.

Copyright © Orlando Leach Jr. | Year Posted 2011

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S pectacular smiles worn by schoolgirls.
P owerful and poetic when the answer is right.
E ngraved-in-anger in case of a fight.
C oward smiles on home-work not done.
T ight-lipped smile is just for fun.
A n annoyed smile when no place to sit.
C an-I-help-you smile if a friend is hit.
U nmanagable in case of a collision.
L augh-out-loud on the success of a mission.
A deadpan smile on inability to write.
R easonably bright on an awkward sight.

S ocial smiles in old friends’ meeting,
M ona Lisa when getting caught cheating.
I ntelligent smiles in the staffroom,
L ost smiles in the ASL Room.
E ffortless on getting an I.Card.
S un shines when they party hard.

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Copyright © Archana Garg | Year Posted 2016

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They all look happy after school
He suddenly lose all that glow after school
He now sees reality flashing as the school time end
It’s time to back where his roots lays
She is also showing signs of sadness
For her going back is even harder
Far but it’s nothing compare to the pain
The pain of looking after her brother
His eyes tell the story hidden from his cute face
The looks many says he pick from his mother
Their parents have passed after a hard fought sickness
The same sickness that he is living with
Some say their parents were bewitched
But she knows the truth as her brother look upon her
She is ready to do anything for him like lioness fighting furiously
As her mother’s words ring to her ears;
‘Look after your brother’
The days are even longer then months
The months are years to them
Only Sundays are a blessing to them 
Playing is not for them as many fear them
Consumed by fear all they do is read their books
Deprived to associate with other kids
Loneliness crept and engulfs them like a dog in the wilderness 
It’s back to school

School for young brains to be nurtured
But a child so young with an old brain
He too wanted to play and live normally
She too would have enjoyed doing her hair
Living in a free country yet nothing is free for them
Having rights that will not bring food on the table
But her father contradicted this thought
As he said “always see this as an opportunity to success”
Only success can give them the life they envy to live
A life of being happy
A life of being accepted for who you are
Even now they wait and live by the hope
The hope of getting this grant money
Hoping that their granny will get back
Back to their simple and haunting house
The house so controlled by fear and shame
House that gives birth to pouring tears 
This is their house and burden for life
This is the house with no breadwinner
They are the only survivors in this house
They will be the corners of this house.

Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014

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S lain 
A nonymously
N eighbors
D umbfounded by
Y ?

H ow could he?
O ne more tragedy
O ver 25 bodies
K eep them in your prayer please, children of Tragedy

©Copyright December 16, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Brian Pierre-Alexander | Year Posted 2012

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Copyright © Savannah Rose Harper | Year Posted 2009

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Sabbath School

Seeds of the Savior's garden
Advantaged by the early rain
Bud and bloom in grace and pardon
Bearing fruit that love sustain
Acres to be reaped, hands like buzzing bees
Teachers making the reapers bold
Holiness of word performed is holiness of soul

Send them forth to sow and garner
Christ the vine master empowers all
Heaven's storehouse becomes the richer
Omitting judgment, helping those that fall
O Lord, our God, we surrender all to you
Lead us to green pastures, your vessels true

Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012

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Clean Up Time

Clear the table
Line the books along the shelves
Everyone join in
Arrange the chairs so none can fall
Naughty children don’t pitch in

Under chairs and under tables check we haven’t missed a toy
Paints and brushes put away

Toys are all picked up for today
I read a story as we wait
Mom’s or Dad’s are on their way
Everyone its time to go…..I hope you had a real fun day

Copyright © Sarah Frieman | Year Posted 2009

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Pride shining uniquely,
In our eyes.
Rocking the nation with education. We’re 
Aspiring to be the best
Teachers help us achieve each and 
Every goal. Yes we’re 
Strong  and brave and bold.

wrote 1-31-10

Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010

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Reduce pollution
Everyday by using 
Common sense
You can recycle soda
Cans, scrap metal, paper, and many other items
Littering should cease to cause the
Earth to have more inner peace.

Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010

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S= Surprising


Copyright © Priscilla Cruz | Year Posted 2009

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The head of every classroom.

Educated individuals endeavoring to share.

Approaching students with excellent information.

Creatively stretching energetic minds.

Helping enthusiastic students learn all they can.

Encouraging eager students to reach their goals.

Receiving the blessing of getting through to enduring students.

Service for an everlasting challenge.

Copyright © peggy caulfield | Year Posted 2012

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Sprouted from the depth and leapt for the height
Tremendous epoch-making in sight

Just like a raw gem that transforms on motion
Our imaginations are like the ocean
Her noble mind in noble thoughts we see
Now, see hordes of hospitality over the fee
Sons and daughters home-like honied  hive

Sweet sounds of joy as success rain remains
Compiling great students with learning domains
Here is the name; read as you may
Our chronicles of great history pave the way
Organized and industrious like ants in a row
Learners ring out laughter as bells echo
See them as they seize and pluck the day

Copyright © Adeniji Toluwalope Gideon | Year Posted 2017

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Vision yourself in an
Encouraging physics
Classroom to point you
To a positive direction
Outside the area of

Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010

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MY Son Ross

MY Son Ross

My son has a special purpose in life.  I am sure of it.  His life was spared thrice.
Yesterday, he was a babe in arms; the days and years have passed way too fast.
Somehow, without permission (lol) the boy turned into a man, a good man.
Only yesterday, he went off to school…we vacationed and camped.  Everywhere!
Next thing I knew, he was graduating from high school and started working.
Ross, the baby in the family, is going to join the Air Force in ten days…far away.
My son has optimism and has set career goals; I love Ross and shall miss him terribly.
Soon, his life will change.  I can see him in my minds eye: exercise and more exercise. 
Strong and honorable, my son shall go forth and do some good in the world…love, peace.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 13, 2010

Poetic form: Acrostic

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Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010

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We drink it and use it for many things. It’s as
Ancient as the dinosaurs. We drink and use
The same water that they consumed. The water cycle is an
Ever going process that
Reuses water in all three forms.

wrote 2-2-10

Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010

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School of Hard Knocks

Still fastened desperately to my childish ways
Could I see the universe expanding?
How in the light of my sheltered world
Or in the dark of a closed mind
Oh....what would a new dawn reveal?
Let me grow....teach me the world, old school of hard knocks

Oh! That I may not deny the pounding
From where the knocking of the door resounds

How from the pit of my faltering mind
As though my wholeness could be packed
Rigid, into that special fragment of my brain
Devoted to old ways....let me not retain

Keep me open...keep me ever learning
Never folding, always growing
Open my eyes and open my ears to the pounding...
Cast mistakes as lessons heard...
Knock my socks off now and again...
So those hard knock sounds, aren't found in vain

(for Jared's Acrostic 2 contest)

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010

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Complacent Desires

Courage and boldness we have forgotten in these days.
Our ancestors had only future expectations to live for.
Maybe, we have slaughtered the ideas; they had in a way.
People relaxed and comfortable, nothing new in store,
Laziness of no dreams or desires; we have it all today.
Anxious not for any changes, let us keep it the same.
Centuries of ruins would not exist, if they had no fire.
Expressing nothing that we have now, without a game,
Now think; where we would be, without their simple desire,
Trapped with no mechanics, science, or exploration aim,

Dreams are what made us, this so-called great nation.
Everyone wants to fight progress, save the past notion.
Salvation of our ancestor’s greatness is in information.
I want to preserve historic ideas, creations in contemplation.
Relics, continued treasure, do not forget about expansion.
Events from the past show we are full of personification.
Secure the now, and then stand firm for forward motion. 

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2009

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About Me

Try my hardest not to give up in the middle of things I've already started
Involved in many things through school
Friendly with most people until they make me mad
Freighted by the thought of growing up
Almost a Valentine's Day baby
Nearly done with my childhood 
Young compared to most of my class

Pressured by family to work hard at all the things I do
Educated compared to a lot of my family
Tough to win an argument against
Typical high school procrastinator
Youth full of love, passion, frustration, and confusion

Copyright © Tiffany Petty | Year Posted 2005