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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 sing,  in unison,
but with 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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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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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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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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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 Ass
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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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

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An Announcement

"Girls have cooties,"
announced Howard Banks,
in the 4th grade.

"I don't," I replied,
so he kissed me on the cheek.

If only all minds were changed so easily.

Soccer team, one lonely locker room
Door labeled "BOYS".
Where am I, where are we?

Dear Sexism
We have strong legs
and even stronger minds
Remember that
Y chromosome is nothing
without an X

"Girls can't play," 
announced Coach Raymond,
in the 9th grade.

"I can," I replied,
pushed aside the "men"
and scored the goal.


Copyright © Avery Hall | Year Posted 2006

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Surrounded by the dead

Surrounded by the enemy

Walking, crawling, sliding their slimy bodies on the ground

People you once knew

Shared time with, loved, cared for

Mothers, neighbors, 4th grade teachers

Call them what you will

The undead

ghouls

Walkers

No matter what you call them they are the same creatures

They are no longer people, you won't receive hugs or cookies

Or even smiles from decaying mouths again

They cannot sing, dance or speak

Craving flesh

They just want your meat

Don't open the doors or try to talk sense

Won't hear anything you have to say

Shoot them dead, right between the eyes

Then they can't bite

No trust, no honesty, no salvation

You against them, glazed eyes

Me against them, chomping jaws

Us against the world, all those bodies

Just me and you and a .22


Copyright © Cat Way | Year Posted 2012

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replacement

 have replaced my pen
with a keyboard
my dell
with a mac
my heart
for a hole
my life
for a stagnant death
my choices
for a thing called fate
A season of change
and I am still the same
with the same issues
running in place on a treadmill
works on the physical
but not on the mental
my presence may be forsaken
but my poems can't be taken
the keyboard acts like
tiny little “easy buttons”
that act like
control rods
in a nuclear reactor
holding in every
****ing emotion
before I explode
I replace my emotions
with silence
because I simply
can longer release
the odor of that stagnant death
that surrounds my being
that gets held back
like a kid repeating the 4th grade
who never seems to learn
that if you put 2 & 2 together
you better get the same answer
although I often do
addition by subtraction
with my heart
whether it is a letter
or a phone call
saying that I am not good enough
my will is stronger
than any disappointment
than any rejection
because I will replace failure
with success
I will not be known as a have not
or a never will be
i will replace that death with life
that fate to choice
and my holed heart
with a whole heart


Copyright © Carmen Young | Year Posted 2012

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Dream

Author Dana Redricks
January 12, 2018

Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream, and we know without a dream we perish. Dreams keeps hope alive. Dreams give us strength to strive to seek what seems to be the impossible. Every dream starts in the mind and is persued from the Desires of the heart. Never lose vision and never give up on your mission. Always keep dreaming and believing.


Copyright © Dana Redricks | Year Posted 2018

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The angry frog



One day a cute little dog
Met in the street an old frog.
" Hello, dear! How are you?"
" Not too well because I've flu.
And my doctor said to me
To drink daily a cup of tea.
So I'm angry, I'm not fine
Because I like to drink wine."


Copyright © Ghita Manaila | Year Posted 2018

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Wait your love

Sometimes you will wake up,
will run behind us,believe us,
We too will know ourselves.
These things are my truths,
love is also my surety,
I swear at you,
you are the life mine,
Sometimes you will say,
this will open your tongue,
you will also speak to this world.
Waiting for me that moment,
at the moment of your expressing.
Sometimes you will wake up,
will run behind us, believe us,




Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018

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Yearing for your distance in love

Do not tolerate your distance now,
meet me today somewhere,
do not make me sad again
or tell me now you do not love.
Do not tolerate your distance now,

How many seasons I have for you,
staying tenacious for you,
now you also understand something,
remember you every moment
I have in my heart.
I do not cry anymore now
Or tell me now you do not love.
Do not tolerate your distance now,
Meet me today somewhere,


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018

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she has

she has become more than of me she moves beyond stars her scent taught me she blinks her eyelashes she is what she has love me she has ? ... .. .


Copyright © wool man | Year Posted 2018

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Grief

O who will give me tears? Come, all ye springs, 
Dwell in my head and eyes; come, clouds 
and rain; 
My grief hath need of all the watery things 
That nature hath produced: let every vein 
Suck up a river to supply mine eyes, 
My weary weeping eyes, too dry for me, 
Unless they get new conduits, new supplies, 
To bear them out, and with my state agree. 
What are two shallow fords, two little spouts 
Of a less world ? the greater is but small, 
A narrow cupboard for my griefs and doubts, 
Which want provision in the midst of all. 
Verses, ye are too fine a thing, too wise 
For my rough sorrows ; cease, be dumb and mute, 
Give up your feet and running to mine eyes, 
And keep your measures for some lover's lute, 
Whose grief allows him music and a rhyme ; 
For mine excludes both measure, tune, and time.


Copyright © Lukas andrew | Year Posted 2018

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Normie, This Sounds Familiar

            

Daring stuck in history 	
for which he holds the light,  
loose with mind as sailed notes
Normie likes to type, 
up with a flip of screen…
UP…ten poems up  

NORMIE... WHAT?! (When there’s trouble you call in bubbled truth.)
NORMIE... WHAT?! (Let’s get creative.)
NORMIE… WHAT?! (NORMIE, NORMIE… WHAT?!)
 
Morning comes and poetry 
Is steady on his mind
But he has to wait for time 
That number he despise
Nobody knows for sure 
This, not enough   

HERE'S SOME (NORMIE… WHAT?!)
BOO! POW! (When there’s trouble you call in bubbled truth.)
NORMIE…WHAT?! (Let’s get creative.)
NORMIE... WHAT?! (Letters I write are sound, for…)
NORMIE... WHAT?!





- Original Composition by: Philip Giffin 
  Original Lyrics by: Steve Nelson and Thomas Sharp
  Original Performer: Jeff Pescetto -                 







               http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Darkwing_Duck_Theme

      Youtube instru: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPcp3EumoN4





Melody ain’t mine…so there, I don’t plagiarize, I prophesize
and I write…all of…
I’m playing with y’all
NORMIE …
WHAT?!














-I was watching Darkwing Duck on youtube and then…there was the light bulb, ding 
Normie, Darkwing you get it.-

2/06/18 


Copyright © Normie Payton | Year Posted 2018

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You are my dream desire

Your happiness where he is mine.
Your dreams are all,yes the truth is this.
Gives heart to love you.
You are the Lord, now my heart is mine.
Never have to separate from you.
It's just a dream mine.
Whenever I say in my lips, 
thy name is first i say your.
In your eyes are just love filled.
No sadness, no nemes mark.
Your love for only me is yours.
Nothing else want my heart.
You are the only one my desire.
Staying your world, just always with me.
Follow you,a shadow mine.
I see only you, every moment everywhere.
It's just a dream mine.


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018

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With the shadow

With the shadow of now,
and no one has me.
Whom I wished with heart,
that too has left me today.
Maybe in my fate,
No God has written love.

with the shadow of now,
and no one has me.

How is happiness?
Is that a love?
I know everything in today,
all have same meaning prosperity.
Nobody would love it.
The thing is right today.
It's just my friend who is now.
That is my heart with me.

With the shadow of now,
and no one has me.


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018

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Business Leo Mbalamana


I love business I’ll venture in any sort
All I need is loyalty and support 
And this passion of mine I’ll never abort
I’m trying to take this beyond far so be my escort 
Guide me and watch me dominate this court
Business is the ultimate sport
You import you export you transport 
So much work but I’m ready to put in the effort 
My determination will never get cut short
So please help me take my business to the highest resort


Copyright © Leo Mbalamana | Year Posted 2018

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Just love you

Say this only one thing.
I just love you.
You tell me beloved,
Have you said your mind?
Do not you think that you wait for yourself.
Say this only one thing.
I just love you.


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2018

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Happy Day

Roll the Dice
Say something Nice 
Buy your Mother Flower's 
Pen a heartfelt Love Letter
Ask a stranger how there day is going
Hold a door open 
Let someone go ahead of you
Even if the Que is long
Give your seat up on a bus or train
Seek out someone deserving in need of help
Smile in the face of someone cursing 
Turn the other cheek
Be meek
For if what you seek
Is a lititle release from everyday life
Then a little goes a long way
Because being nice and having manners 
Costs only a smile and kind words 
But comes with a guarantee 
Happy Day



Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2018

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ENSLAVE US AGAIN

ENSLAVE US AGAIN!!!
''''''''''''''''''''''""""""""""""""
How slavery unites men-
how chains made us friends.

How the Glossolalia of that tribe-
was learnt by this tribe.

How we shared the same breath-
and the same bugs in our beds.

How the ships that bore us- 
listened to the chorus-
of our sorrows in brotherhood
as we shared the same wound.

How the ship sank-
with some of our brothers-
and how in our tears' tank
sink our eyes accross the borders.

We were tied together-
our hearts made stronger,
was it the chain that united us?
oh white men! come and enslave us.

For the freedom that should unite-
is now the god-father of seperation,
If in bondage we were tied-
we would, together, come.

Once upon a time-
slavery united us,
where now is our family ties?
broken by the sword of freedom.

Oh mother! you were right
and grandmother was truthful,
foes are made friend in the eyes
of calamities and troubles.

Let that chain be back-
to tie together the seperated hands,
and to close the crack-
and the borders estraging the three tribes.

©®Ibrahim Clouds(SWC)


Copyright © Ibrahim Clouds | Year Posted 2018