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4th Grade Music Room

Under her guidance, we stood at attention
forming a row  for the national anthem
"Oh Say, Can You See?"...( familiar old words )
We would warble in unison,
with our avid enthusiasm!
Out of tune, out of rhythm
with childish delusions
that we were suburb!!

As we  stood in the room
she would move down the line
with a frown in the lines
of her leathery brow, then would bow
till her ear matched our voice
and her hand would be poised
with two fingers that cued,
keeping time with the tune.

She would grit all her teeth
bite the inside of cheeks
Such a serious task!
it was all that she asked
that we please.."DO YOUR BEST!"

When we mastered, at last
She would gasp, then exclaim
as we sang each refrain,
mixed with tears, she would clap

I remember it now...
Here I stand in this row
with my hand on my heart
as the first strain imparts
Yes, I know those old words...
they'll remain part of me
'til the day that I die
"O Say, Can You See?"...still familiar to me

But no..............I can't see....

          There are tears in my eyes...




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Resubmitted for PD's Contest: 101 In a row #4


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013


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My crazy creatures

MY CRAZY CREATURES

This rhyme's about creatures of various sorts.
Creatures with fangs, hairy bellies and warts.
They cause lots of mischief all day long.
Mum always blames me but I’ve done nothing wrong. 
These creatures are crazy. They’re not what you'd think.
Turn over the page. Find out more in a blink...

The first is Belcher. He really does stink.
He lives in the toilet and plays in the sink.
He likes to be naughty when nobody's in.
He cannot be found when you're searching for him.
Dad always moans when he sees all the stains.  
I tell him it’s Belcher, “He’s done it again!” 

Two thinks that she’s pretty, but really she’s not.
She has warts on her face and is covered in spots.
She has a big bottom and six hairy feet.
Her name is Ghastly. She’s really not sweet.
She steals mum’s lipstick and paints her mouth red.
She tries on her dresses, throwing clothes on the bed.
As soon as mum enters she’s so quick to flee.
I guess that’s why my mum always blames me.

Number three is so quiet but I know that he’s there.
He smudges my face and puts glue in my hair.
I call him Hush Monster as he follows me round,
Putting mud on my clothes without making a sound.
I aim for the paper but the pen marks my face.
Mum looks at me glumly, "You're such a disgrace."
I try to tell her that it just wasn't me.
"It was Hush monster, Mummy. Why can't you see?"

The worst of them all is a creature called Doom.
I'm always in trouble when he's in the room.
He often burps loudly when we're eating our food.
Mum frowns with disgust. "Now, don't be so rude!"
He cackles with laughter whilst spilling my drink.
"Be careful," shouts dad. "Don't you ever think?"
You may well wonder why he's never been caught.
Well…he's the size of a pea and he’s very well taught.
He rolls under the sofa after doing things bad,
And I look to my parents who seem really mad.

These crazy creatures I like the best.
I’m glad I could share them with you and the rest.
Belcher, Ghastly and a monster called Hush,
Then don't forget Doom. They all make me blush.
They live in my house and like to cause bother,
Driving everyone mad, especially my mother.
They’re experts in mischief. They get me in trouble.
Now I’ll tell you a secret that may burst your bubble.
Whilst these creatures are crazy it has to be said, 
They don’t really exist, “They’re all in my head!”


Copyright © Andrew Pollard | 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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Second Row to the Board

          Second row to the board!

These words could not just be ignored
     I’m thinking but a vintage few
          Would even start to have a clue    

Nostalgia begs those days at school
     With steely nuns whose stare would rule
         Blackboards and their squeaky clamor
            Chalked Arithmetic and grammar

When called upon to diagram
    By row, we took final exam
        Our sentence structure, now to see
            Whose brain has not been absentee

With prepositions, verbs and nouns
     We hit the boards, such eager sounds
        Arms held tight, just the right angle
              Participles must not dangle!



Copyright © Mike Gentile | 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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Love is a bond

Love is the confluence of two peoples,
this bond is of two relationships,
one is way and one is the destination.
One of the hearts of both heart beats.
This is the bond of all their births.
Love is the confluence of two peoples,


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018


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The F Poem

Five 
Fancy
Fleshy
Foxy
Friends
Followed
Feather-like
Finery
For
Fun-filled,
Flashy
Farfetched
Floppy
Flip-flops
Forever
Flowered.



Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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A Simple Hamburger If You Please

Sure.
Ketchup.
Pickle
Horseradish too.

Mayo 
Lettuce?
That’s up to you.

Are your patties thin or thick?
Can I gobble one down right quick?

A touch of butter
A slab of bacon.

Please put them on 
If mine you’re making.

Are your patties thin or thick?
Can I gobble one down right quick?



Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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The Lake

 swans gliding on dreams
 their spirits
 entwined, eternal


Copyright © Regina Elliott | 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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Thwarting the Bullies

Shelly said that Darlene said that
Tina said that you are an ignorant fool.
So?
Jinny said that Zinna was rolling her eyes at you.
Farina said you have cooties.
So?
Do you want to hear what Allie said about you?
No, thanks.
Minnie said….
“I don’t want to hear it,” I tell her, skipping away.
“You are a poppie butt!” she yells after me.
Thank you, I yell back.
“You are CRAZY!” she hollers, angry now.
“THANK YOU!” I yell louder.
“They were talking trash about you,” my friend tells me.
Wait a second. This is my friend?
“Are you going to talk to them about it?”
No.
Are you going to fight them?
I throw back my head and laugh.
Once I mastered the skip away, the stay away and the thank you
Bullies had no power over me.
They started bothering others.
I try to teach my friends
Bullies will leave you alone
If they don’t think you are getting mad or sad.
Being so danged light skinned .
I had a terrible time mastering
Those telling pink cheeks.
I had to practice with
Trusted friends,
By letting them calling
Me names and practicing
My strategies.
The Keep Away.
The Skip Away.
The Thank You.
Believe me,
I now have it right.
No one bothers
Me now.
It’s simply
No
Damned 
Fun.


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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She Is Taking My Friends Away

She is taking all my friends away.
Something I commonly hear.
Daily.

And it is weird but
As soon as it happens
The victim wants no other friend
But that one.

Crazy?
Yes,
But so
Third grade!


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Cat Ninette

Cat
Kitty
Licking now
Hairball. Hairball.
Move Yourself Quickly
Foul thing comes out.
Disgusting
Hairball.
Cat


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Loses Things Too

She was never on time
bought her a watch
she loses things too





Written July 17, 2018
Entered Mick Talbot's  Senryu Poetry Contest


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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She Spoke

I was in 4th grade - when most kids are 9 or 10 years old.  Not yet to the semi-adulthood of the teenage years, and not just "little kids" anymore, either.  You might do a little cursing, acting in front of your friends, you may care about the clothes you have for school, you're getting some sense of drama, if it's these most modern times you're a whiz on a smart phone, a video game, a computer.

You know about wrong and right, social status, and messing with other people. Kids can be so cruel. Even saying it outright like that, it's an understatement.  One object of sometime torment in our class was a girl named Odessa.  She was tall, possibly early puberty - there are those years where girls may be the tallest in class - and she had trouble reading. She could do it, but it was slow and halting, a struggle, rough for her. 

One day we were studying a story in class, going around the room, kids reading a paragraph at a time.  It was voluntary - you raised your hand if you wanted to read.  We'd been at it for a while, and got to the point where no hands were raised.  "Anybody else want to read, that hasn't, yet?" the teacher asked.

Ronald, from the other side of the room, gave a loud whisper, "Odessa." He was a class clown, like me, but really a pretty darn good guy - it was little surprising that he would get so aggressive, propose exposing her to shame.  Hurriedly, the teacher said, "Okay, let's finish the story."  She looked the class over, was going to start picking people to finish the reading; her eyes landed on me. "Doug." She gave a little nod of her head - my signal to go.

There shouldn't have been any real surprise, then - if there are true evil aspects that ten year olds can have, I was a holder. "Odessa hasn't read," I declared, brightly, sickening with calculation, my tone suggesting I was both helping the teacher and Odessa, concerned with fairness and equitability: every dear child should have their chance.

The teacher gave me a withering stare, no doubt thinking, "Oh you little so-and-so..." - and she was right. Her voice came then, loud and cutting, leaving no open course but to comply, "Douglas, READ." I inclined my head, my good deed done for the day, and launched into a smooth rendition.

A few weeks later, we wrote stories about somebody in our family that we looked up to, and the following day the teacher read a few of the ones she felt were the best. One was by Odessa, about her older brother.  It really was good - and afterwards the teacher asked her if her brother still lived at home.

"No, he's dead."

She said it in a special way, not blurting it out but still hurried, a little bit of voice waver on the "dead," a ghost of a sob concealed, the whole thing slightly breathy.  Special in that even though she was shy, awkwardly tall, and the subject of jokes, the instant was true - and she gave it to us, raw and real.

Silence. Nobody said a thing, we class clowns keeping shut too.  Just a little, my life was changing. She got through an explanation that her brother had been working on his car; that the car fell off the jacks and crushed him.

Since then, 6 billion people have been born on earth, and almost 3 billion have died.  A part of me is still in that moment, not a bad thing.

She was a girl

who lost her brother

whom she loved dearly


I never did anything mean to her again.


Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016


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The Great Food Revolution

After three and a half* millennia 
the Whites walking earth in America
discovered a lot of incredible crops!
Shipped across seas, the new world seeds
began to debut, as awesome new food
Southern cocoa beans
make melting chocolate dreams
and cookies with chips, and hot cocoa sips;
The proof is in the pudding favored --
obviously chocolate flavored.
New-world gleaned vanilla bean
surpasses chocolate in ice-cream and malted.
Strawberries too, from America, stems
Add your best flavor to milk, and blend.
You may properly act like a slob
eating buttery corn on the cob --
which is an oversized head of seeds
of grass grown by native creeds
Amazing maize is the main
stuff of snacks on grocers' racks.
Potato chips are also new
which tubers first grew in Peru
Mashed with butter, roasted, or knished
potatoes are delish, but limit the good dish;
Fries or chips, in ketchup dipped
is possible, thanks to fantastic
tomato crops, owed to the Aztecs
Without which crops, no pizza shops!
Without which sauce, meat balls are tossed
Freshly diced tomato
goes great with avocado --
a naturally growing condiment
from the center of the continents;
Straight off the tree, the culinary delight
is ready to eat, if you let it get ripe
Preparing 'guacamole',
some people add in chilies --
Discovered, instead of "the Indies";
Ever since -- grilled, or chilled,
richly-hued peppers complement suppers;
The weavers of colored ponchos
had also grown jalapeños
for folks who desire to feel like on fire --
No food prior could effect that
though I 'get' not why they want that.
I do 'get' the goodness of pancakes with syrup
and we sure didn't learn to make syrup in Europe;
The Indians tapped holes into trees
out of which, sap oozed with ease
which reduced into syrup, during the boil;
But heartier sweets, are fruits of the soil
Like sabras and papaya, from the Inca and the Maya.
South is home to the unique passion fruit,
that tastes as good as looks bad, which is cute
But pineapple is queen of all the new fruit --
growing low on the Natives' ground
with a leafy crown, and spiral gown
and yellow pulp, so juicy and sweet --
No one else knew about this treat.
Fields of the farms were awash
in pumpkins and other squash
of vibrant hues, and curves and grooves.
Sweet potatoes, for kids and adults,
are best off, roasted, with scrumptious results.
Other roots with roots in America 
are the arrowroot and the cassava,
which extracted starch powders
substitute for grain flours.
Google and Wikipedia searches
yielded seeds with essential starches:
Amaranth, wild rice, and quinoa
are strictly American flora.
The American sunflower, packs a fatty punch
its thousands of seeds could fill you up for lunch.
Not much ado over new legumes,
akin as they are, to old-world foods;
But finding out that past vegetation
was string-beans free -- was a revelation!
Another exception is peanuts
but first, American tree nuts:
Pecans take the first place;
Cashews follow for taste;
Brazil nuts, bigger, grew by the river.
Peanut allergy is indeed a dread
though, jelly or not, most of us spread
peanut butter on slices of bread;
No ifs about it, ands, or buts
we depend upon peanuts and nuts
and the abundant new food stuffs
the Almighty has given to us
for our pleasure -- in a measure
that, thank G-d, is more than enough!

* The continents separated during or after the flood.


Copyright © Hannah Borke | Year Posted 2017


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Me Versus 4th Grader - part 2

Bed Time Story

Day already low --------------------------> Hazelle
Standing owl coo, coo in time ---------> Me
Waiting for a tale-------------------------> Hendrickson

Sun

Huge ball of fire ---------------------------> Hendrickson
It gives us light, heat and warmth ----> Hazelle
The window of bliss ----------------------> Me


Author's Note:
This is another haiku which I and my twins students made, they were really excited when doing these haikus :)


Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2013


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I wonder if she likes me too

She's a pretty young thing I can't help but glance
She sits four desk away from me in my class
She wears glasses that's that good girl look
Attends ever class like a good girl should
I'm really diggin her style and her smile too
I hope she likes me becuase I like her too
I'm diggin her smile I wonder if she digs mine to
I like her I wonder if she likes me too

She's got a vibe like my radio her frequency is high
Her voice her words the look in her eye (hmm)
She's Likes this song by Alicia Keys and I do too
But I don't think she like Alicia Keys the way I do (Ha)
I'm feeling her vibe I hope she feels mine too
I like her I wonder if she likes me to o

Good movies I can sit and watch all day long
That's only if the Fresh Prince is not on
She looked at me and said "you like the fresh prince too?"
And I answered back " of course I do"
Good music cartoons and eating cereal too
Now we got puppy love the way 4th graders do
I know she likes The Fresh Prince the way I do
I like her,
I wonder if she likes me too


Copyright © Jay PorknBean | Year Posted 2010


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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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Being 14

It's about being
14 again man
that's what it's
all about

Pool parties Teen dances
Kiss romances
mini skirts
no beer no drugs
no cigs

care free free
days but be
sure to tuck
your head between your knees
and Kiss your ***
Good-bye

And when we knew
they had shot
the President
They sent us 
home that
Day!
3rd or 4th grade
I don't really
remember much
after that

My draft card
# was 125 or something like that
It's all kind of gray
It's all about being
14
anyway
Bee Gee's Beatles and Rolling Stones


Copyright © gary dye | Year Posted 2014


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Me Versus The 4th Grader

Monsoon yet to come -------> Me
If it has come, I will die!!! --------> Audrey - 4th grader 
Poor little smell goat ---------> Me

Author Note:
I found out her verse is really innocent, peppy and a bit clueless, but still look hilarious though, so I decide to post it. She becomes addicted in Haiku since I asked her to battle with me after our lesson time was over. :p

*After the Haiku finished:

Me: Why Monsoon could make you die? (wondering)
Audrey: Because I cannot swim. (with innocent face)
Me: I thought you were afraid to shower by the rain, just like goats (she pouts)


Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2012


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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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Some of the Things I've Lost

the great black oak below the house,
it died of mistletoe;
my computer glasses, mislaid somewhere;
a photo of Swaps, who won the Derby 
in – was it 1955?
Lolita singing “Esa Luna Marinera” 
on cassette;
the best recipe for eggplant parmesan;
September ‘53 to June of ‘54, 
whatever happened to 4th grade?
a breakfast nook painted yellow
with a persimmon tree outside the window;
the gender of every German noun;
the answer to the riddle of life;
a lot of other things
but I guess I’ve forgotten
what they were....


Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2005


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That Love Thing

This love thing crept up into me when I was very young. 3 maybe 4 years old. And so was she. We were in a closest somewhere. Quiet and dark! We stood there for a while each in our own pool of innocence, until she said something like, “ I'll let you touch me if you let me touch you!”. I could feel her groping and then  exclaim “I can feel it”. I wasn't as successful. I kept saying, “I can't feel anything! Where is it!”.  And she kept saying, “That is it! That is it!”.

It wasn't until the 4th grade, when Miss Funchion put her arm around me for comfort and encouragement in that bastion of learnatude, P.S. 74 that the first mystery of my life started to dissolve and the pieces slowly began to come together.


written October 9, 2016


Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2016