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A letter

I wrote you a letter, 
and then another letter,
and another, and another,
until I wrote you a word. 

So I wrote you a word,
and then another word, 
and another, and another, 
until I wrote you a sentence. 

So I wrote you a sentence, 
and then another sentence, 
and another, and another, 
until I wrote you a letter. 

I hope it finds you as I found you. 

Yours truly, 
Yours, truly.


Copyright © Sophie Wilson | Year Posted 2018


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Farm Sense

Shotgun shells, fireworks, an empty casing,
Burnt gunpowder sensed with imagined smell,
Bring a smile as the mind begins onward racing,
Of times past and grand stories to retell,
Hunts to remember; 4th of Julys raising hell.

Even the repugnant is remembered with glee,
Fresh swine manure upon beds of loose straw,
Time on the farm, a boy’s life lived carefree,
Fishing, hunting, and building with grandpa,
Learning gun safety and how to hammer and saw.

A favorite to this day is corn cut fresh,
Dust in the air with stalked rows piled,
Behind the red tractor and an 8 row thresh.
Memories overflow of that innocent child
Of the fun that was had, a boy in the wild. 


Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2018


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I'm your crazy wand

Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.
How will I stay away from you I'm your crazy wand.
Never mind,I am the only place of
my heart away from this heart.
Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.

Speak or say no,but I will still speak.
I have live for you only how I left you.
In the whole world, i am only wishing you.
Do not ever tell me,you forget me,
I'm not going to listen.
Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.
How will I stay away from you I'm your crazy wand.

Never speak that moon will ever be
separated from the moonlight.
Is anyone ever happy to lose his life?
This is what I want for you,your loved once.
Never mind, I'm the only place of
my heart away from this heart.
Forgetting you I'm not going anywhere now.
How will I stay away from you I'm your crazy wand.



Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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My hearts love

My wish is that you are my heart's love.
My happiness is only from your happiness.
More than you and no longer I love someone.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.

I love you,I will go from this world.
As long as i will live sweetheart,I will love you.
My life is all over now,it is only for you.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.

My heart is my pain,you know it.
The thread of my breath's necklace is tangent to you.
Relationship is like this,whose rupture is not approved by 
I will settle for you in my breath.
Without you,I will live a moment now.
I have strong sense of you.
You are my comfort to the eyes.
I have won by seeing you and this is my job now.
No more than you and no one is my wish now.
My wish is that you are my heart's love.


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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TEACH THE CHILDREN THE ALPHABET A Dedication to Child Advocate Poet Teacher Eve Roper

TEACH THE CHILDREN THE ALPHABET 
 A Dedication to Child Advocate Poet Teacher Eve Roper

It's up to us, the parents and other adults
What has happen to the village
Caring for children is an honor and privilege

   teach the children the alphabet
 so they can build the words
   teach them how to read sentences
 so that they can read God word

It's up to us, the parents and other adults
What has happen to the village
Caring for children is an honor and privilege

it's the fathers, mothers, grandparents
 -our teachers and neighbors
we all have a commitment a service
 -to teach the children
so they all understand learn how 
-to praise the Lord
the world would be so much better
-if we teach the children the letters
to form words, read the words from the bible
-to learn about God and Jesus Christ

It's up to us, the parents and other adults
What has happen to the village
Caring for children is an honor and privilege
So let us TEACH THE CHILDREN THE ALPHABET 

Dedication Poet  Eve Roper
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
4/18/18


Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2018


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Land of Dreams

Land of Dreams 
Candy-colored beams 
Tree streams of Yellow Lemon Dew Drops

Red, Green and Blue Gumballs Cars

The path to Rainbow City covered with Peppermint Boat Docks

Sugar Cane Boats floating thru a Chocolate covered River

All sorts of Colored Coded Candy, that is sure to please

A little boy and little girls wish would sure to have a Candy Land Adventure in the 
Land of Dreams


Copyright © Migdalia Torres | Year Posted 2018


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Love In The Library

Love In The Library

     by Edmund Siejka

( East Of Seventh, poems by Edmund Siejka available on Amazon) 


He was a scrawny kid
In 1st grade his lunch money 
Often disappeared
By the 5th he was street wise.

Mother worked in an office
And Dad assembled radios in a factory on the West Side
On his own most of the day
He had a choice
Of going to the Boy’s Club
Or the library 
For some reason
The library became his favorite place
A place of books and knowledge
A place of hushed voices
Bespectacled librarians
Hard wooden chairs
Light maple rectangle wooden desks
Marred by carved initials
Grownups
Reading
Sleeping
Or glancing at their watches
That’s where he met Susan.

She was twelve years old
A year older
A little taller 
Red hair and freckled face
Aggressive
Attractive
And smart
She asked if he would walk her home
To a tall apartment house
On 12th Street 
Bricks the color of pale mustard
Leaving her by the lobby elevator
He listened to its muffled sound
Gliding effortlessly
To a place he was never invited.



In the privacy of his room
He dreamed of her
Incessantly
Clutching his pillow tightly
Making believe it was her 
Blood flowing
Roaring sounds in his ears
Dreaming that they were always together
Holding hands.

She, wearing a starched white shirt 
Carelessly unbuttoned
Looking deeply into his eyes
As he leaned forward to kiss  
Her with every passion he could muster
That Spring 
His days were inspired 
With dreams of her.

One rainy morning
Awakened by familiar kitchen sounds 
He wandered in 
Yawning
Arms folded
Fighting the morning chill
As a feeble day
Silhouetted the rims of the fire escapes
And the sea of blacktopped tenements.

In the misty light
Among the empty rooftops
She danced in the air
Her body turning
Twisting
Spiraling away from him
A fixed smile on her face 
Mocking, 
Mocking,
Mocking him. 




Copyright © Edmund Siejka | Year Posted 2015


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Nameless Lad

He last had a pal in the 7th grade,
 They shared a class from the 1st grade.
 And together, for Home Economics,
 they were always late.
 But the seventh grade showed up, in its
 claws it held their un-anticipated fate.

 For death's heartless might had
 snatched away the pal's dear moter,
 The lad watched as he packed the
 boots that both their feet knew.
 Off he went to unknown horizons.
 "I will write", is all he said.
 And so, at the post office,
 the lad became a familiar face.
 "He never forgot me", he convinces
 his lonely self everyday.

 The 12th grade is his current stop.
 He recently acquired a harmless infection-hope.
 So, while he dejectedly kicks innocent pebbles
 in the streets he's quite hopeful that the other lad, his pal,
 will write..........or maybe tweet.

 Word has it, though, that the pal was
 seen somewhere.
 He was wearing a black suit...
 Word has it also that he couldn't make a conversation.
 Instead of his trademark smile,
 solemnity had found a home in his face.
 There he was, stone dead.

 "Maybe, just maybe, he will write",
 thinks the nameless lad as he kicks a
 couple of innocent pebbles while he threads
 on one rugged path towards home.

 And tomorrow he's going to the post office.


Copyright © Cebelihle Mbuyisa | Year Posted 2013


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Ode to Verde Lee Allen

After sixty-six years, what remains of first love
Is just your name really, but still it lingers,
Like the fragrance of a rose petal kept in a diary.
It may seem strange to some, but I do call it love
Though we were only 1st graders, wishing on a star.

At recess you were Dale Evans
And I was Roy Rogers, as I recall,
There was a commitment of sorts for sure,
Our fantasy roles of a future adulthood
Already including both individuality and marriage,
What we knew of heart freely given.
It was clear that others wanted what we had too.
I’m sure that was part of its appeal.

I remember clearly that at least one time 
You and your mother came to my house and
I proudly showed you the playhouse that
Mom and I had constructed on our front porch
Out of old appliance cartons from Dad’s store,
Their wood ribbed cardboard panels perfect
For erecting sturdy fantasy structures
That resembled a real house,
Windows and doors carved easily where desired
Using a paring knife in the softer cardboard.
I know I wanted to kiss you and think I told you,
But, I am also pretty certain that it didn’t happen. 
I suspect you told your mother, for I believe it was
Your last visit, though I don’t regret wanting the kiss.
And then you just vanished from my life,
Your family moved away, to Freedom, Oklahoma,
Which was like going to the moon at our age.
I discovered this only recently from another friend
Who was also enamored of you. Know for sure that
We both hope you found freedom,
Even sixty-six years later, and still dream
That you, perhaps, think fondly of us as well.
May this poem compensate somehow for the kiss
That you and I both missed, as I honor too, 
The young boy who first gave you his heart.

Brian Johnston
October 11, 2015


Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2015


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Bubbles (My First Poem--1st grade)

Bubbles Bubbles Bubbles 
Pop Pop Pop
Out of The Window
Drop Drop Drop
Small or Tall 
I Love Them All
Bubbles Bubbles Bubbles
Pop!


Copyright © Jazmen Flagler | Year Posted 2007


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First Grade Innocence

Two little girls stand dream by dream
unaware of what their feelings mean.
The instinct to laugh and play
often leads them inside on a Sunday
where two imaginations see spun
what innocence befits be done.
The long years go by so very slow
they're sure it takes forever to grow. 

		What should Barbie wear today?
		Should she talk to Ken?
		and
                If they saw each other naked
		would it be a sin?

Pretend cooking for little Mama
(her breast is just stuffed socks)
while acting Daddy reads and rocks.
Acting out their sure adult dreams,
they imitate life as it seems –
a wonderful grownup scene.
Innocently they play out future goals,
unaware of time's mark on such roles.



... CayCay Jennings
August 31, 2015 (written 11-78)


Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015


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Why love me with a betrayal

Why love me with a betrayal?
Immature was just me,who believed to be?
But his promises were false and
all his lies were his love.
Why love me with a betrayal?

I lost heart too,at the time of doing it.
But the thousand pieces of my heart made it.
Because his promises were false and
all his lies were his love.
Why love me with a betrayal?

What will she do to heart?
What will she recognize in love?
No one who loves her heart.
She is unfaithful.
She does not love.

Why love me with a betrayal?
Immature was just me, who believed to be?
But his promises were false
and all his lies were his love.
Why love me with a betrayal?


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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Life is a poem

When life began to live,we did not know anything.
What is to be done,what was to be done,
did not we also have it?
Was the head of those parents of the hand,
those who got it was also born.
Gradually enlarged we,we now stranded the world.
We learned to earn money,teach the house to run its on.
Learn to handle even those who have brought us here.
Teach to raise the expenses too marriage and wife.
One day came my sadness,when by parents.
I got my hands off.
Going to that day when this gum broke on me.
Now,I also have to give pleasure to my children
by becoming a shadow.
For me, all life is for me now.
All I have learned from life I have to give them to.
My dreams is now,they have to suffer all for their own sake.
It is just that I have to say this is the journey of life.







Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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Lickety Split

L ittle voices, rising in volume and pitch
I mploring teacher, begs all available aids to help pop 
C oats, hats, muffs, mitts, sweaters, gloves, socks, shoes, and boots on 39
K indergarten urchins who are galloping around the room, or jumping on ball 
         chairs. 

E veryone is excited; the snow is falling and 
T he five-year-olds woke up screaming with excitement, 
Y elling their head dendrites off, dancing and galloping

S ix ways to Sunday, and it’s only Tuesday, 
P rincipal skates into the room,  “Lickety Split!” she yells.
“L et’s all help, and get them out there quick!” The 2nd grade teacher sticks in 
             her head to hollar, 
“I ce will be here within the hour.  Everybody help.” A bunch of 4th and 5th 
              graders run in to help dress 
t hem. Seconds later, the worn-out Kindergarten 

Teacher throws out a magic lasso, and 39 kindergarteners all grab hold. The next minute, they 
                  land in a big snow drift.
“Lickety, lickety, yickety, bickety, pickety, split!” they all yell, running away in every conceivable direction.


			Prepared for Lickety Split Contest
                                  Debbie Guzzi  Written 4-9-2018
			Unless it’s closed, then just for fun!


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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We can not live without you

We can not live without you.
We can not live by losing you.
You are my destiny,
we can not become anything of yours.
We can not live without you.
We can not live by losing you.
You are the world on earth, mine is mine.
My love and you are my love, mine.
We can not forget you.
We can not live without you.
We can not live by losing you.
You are involved in my breath.
You are in my eyes.
Every moment that keeps me
in my heart is your heart beat.
We can never be separated
from heart by your heartbeat.
We can not live without you.
We can not live by losing you.


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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Stay in your dreams

Stay in your dreams and live in your breath's.
Do not be far away from you but be a moment.
Yes,I love you, I am open to you.
But not silent,now I can hear it.
Live in your eyes, in your memories.
But do not stay away from you a moment.
Yes,I love you, I am open to you.
But not silent,now I can hear it.
I will walk with you and paint to yours color.
Let me tell you no one except you.
Keep your things in,your tambourine is also to endure.
And not only you, I will do any work.
I want to tell you my love, say to you I'm your friend.
From your lips I now have my name this listen.
Stay in your dreams and live in your breath's.
Do not be far away from you but be a moment.




Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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Going to a Funeral in Another World

The scene is all too familiar
(Except for the purple sky),
Has this happened before?
Deja vu on the edge of a waking dream?
In another life,
Or maybe all funerals are the same?

The same ceremony.
The same casket
(Well this casket is made of Phantom-wood).
The same sadness, fear and joyousness,
from everybody that it is not
THEIR funeral.

We are all lined up
(Along the blue grass)
These familiar strangers.
They look like neighbors from past lives,

The lady next to me looks like
my 1st grade teacher
(Except she has five noses).
She doesn't seem to know me,
Why would she?

Didn't I used to deliver newspapers to that man?
(Except without the eyes in the back of his head)
Not in this life
Maybe that was lifetimes ago.

On the way in
I brushed past the doorman
(who looks like this kid I used to play hockey with,
except he is thirty years older).
But we say not a word to each other
As if we don't know each other
(or never did).

The funeral is sad and I cry,
even though I never knew the boy in the coffin
I cry because things have to end.
Why can't they be endless?
I cry cause death is heart-breaking
I cry for his family's pain.

And I am glad to go back to my world,
Where we never die and love is endless.


By: Joseph DeMarco


Copyright © Joseph DeMarco | Year Posted 2012


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For our 1st grade Teacher

A gardener you are, for we are the plants
With knowledge, you had watered us all
You helped us to grow, taught to withstand
Through your attention, you made us feel tall
Your job is now done, so sad, yet so true
So flourishing, we now understand
We wish to convey the message to you
That we are us, because of your hands
Thank you for all of the time that you shared
You treated and nurtured us, so very well
We’ll always remember the way that you cared
From teaching us math and then how to spell
Most of all, Mrs. Moffat, we’d like you to know
No other first graders can stand just as proud
For we had the best of the best and that’s so
And this we’ll all scream for as long as allowed

You’re the best first grade teacher anyone can know
May your life fill with happiness as each day’s winds blow


Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008


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Silence is not good in love

Why do you keep quite silently?
Some do not even tell us.
What's up in your heart
Which you are comfortable with?
Why do you keep quite silently?

No relation to you bigger than me.
No cute no more than me.
Nevertheless, no one says anything to me.
You live quietly. It there is any difficulty
Then it is also a solution.
Endurance is not unsteady.
Why do not you understand this,tell me,
what are you afraid of?

Why do you keep quite silently?
Some do not even tell us.



Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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Teenage love

There's a boy,
You can guess how this proceeds,
He feels you with joy,
Making you smile with ease,

Only he's out of your league,
You're ugly and gross,
Filled with fatigue,
He's more attractive than most,

When he smiles your breath stops,
His voice is what makes your heart skip beats,
But when the daydream drops,
And your eye actually meets,

You know he's the perfect one,
The guy you've been waiting for,
Only the stories not done,
You know he doesn't like you anymore,

You two just don't combine,
He's better than you,
He'll leave you behind,
You know it's true.


Copyright © Sophie Wilson | Year Posted 2018


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Please No More Beans

I begged my mum "don't feed him beans!"
I even said "please;" I wasn't mean.
"But it's dad's favorite" she said with a frown
"Now wash your hands it's almost sundown"
I watched her pull out a face mask and matches too
The day after beans she's always a greenish hue
Once dinner ends dad's performance then starts
A series of whistles and honks all made with farts

1/29/2018


Copyright © FJ Thomas | Year Posted 2018


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Do not be afraid when love

Gradually the right one us right 
but I love the love of me.
Say to say to me do not stop 
you now you yourself.
Talk about the open, love us.

Gradually the right one us right
but I love the love of me.

Open the bond now let me tell you 
all that you love me.
What is fear,now with us,
now we are with God.
Now talk to me, come with me.

Gradual fly the right one us right
but I love the love of me.
Say to say to me do not stop
you now you yourself.
Talk about the open, love us.



Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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How is this love yours

When you live separately,since then,
heartache does not happen, my low.
Without you,without your love.

What do I do now?
How to leave your addition,
no one will tell it now,
Will not or will not be true now.
It's my love to you that I love you.

Eyes See your way,
mind think of your wish,
Where is the consciousness lost,
there is a restlessness here.
Without you, without your love.


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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Fortunately for our life

This night is not too lonely,
this is the only life that is our.
The moon is not so lonely,
This world is as lonely as our.
How to speak now,
When not with a companion living.
There will be something to do with crying.
It's probably now that luck is ours.


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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happiness 2

true happiness is to have 
no ambition
but to work like a horse
as if you have every ambition
immersed in the moment
detached attachment


Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2018