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My Girl

Secretly, I watch the neighbors, 
From my well-advantaged location.
Mrs. G. is complaining about her husband to Mrs. S.
No one's drama is ever as vivid as Mrs. G's.
They full-body laugh, tongues out.
Mr. P. is going to be late for supper again; 
I can hear Mrs. P. cussing.
At 4:15 I hear the all-day waited slam of a backdoor.
My girl is running toward me, flat out.
She is carrying a white pillow and gray blanket.
There's a plastic bag swinging from her arm as she climbs.
Prior experience tells me the sack holds a book, a drink
and her favorite sandwich - mayonnaise, peanut butter and lettuce.
After smashing a few ants on my floor, the girl flops down, 
and begins to read.
I smile as she devours the sandwich like a young starving wolf.
She's ten, the perfect age to devour.
Every day is the same except Saturday.
On Saturday my girl spends the whole day inside me,
reading two to three books at a time.
It is our favorite day.
Her sister runs out sometimes and begs the girl to play,
but we are fighting pirates, conquering Asia, taming macaws.
We are so in tune, she and I.
When I hear "CANDICE MILLIE STREET COME IN IMMEDIATELY!"
I know my girl has to climb down and run for the house, 
leaving me alone, 
to spy on the neighbors.


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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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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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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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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A Young Bully Named

There once was a bully named Jim.
He made people cry on a whim.
He was big, bad and mean
And had a name-calling machine,
because he was not very smart, this man, Jim.

There once was a bully named Thad.
He called names and pulled hair, when mad.
We made him our pal,
And he said, "you guys are a wow!"
And he changed his whole attitude and was glad.


There once was a bully named Day.
He did everything to keep people away.
We ignored his bad side,
which he soon learned to hide.
Our new friend, who now liked to play.


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | 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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A Funny Skunk Poem for Kids

      Scotty the Skunk was sitting in class,
when his English teacher gave her students,
a poetry task. 
      Write a poem for me, on the subject
of who you would rather be.
      Scotty wasn't the best writer in class,
but he knew in his heart, he give it his
best.
       Sammy the Squirrel sat next to him,
while holding his nose, he laughed and he
grinned.  
       Ralphy the raccoon gave Scotty a box
of deodorant soap. He then laughed out loud
as if it was a real funny Joke.
      " I'm tired of having them pick on me.
Someday I'll show them, you wait and see!"
       Scotty the Skunk went crying to his
mom. He said, "Mom I wish I wasn't born
a skunk!" His mom said, "Were all created 
equally son." 
      " Don't let others cause you grief. Just
ignore them and live your life in peace."
       Scotty gave his mom a long embrace.
No matter how sad he felt, his mother's
hugs always made him feel great
       He went to his room and started to
write. He did not stop writing, till twelve
o'clock midnight.

        This is what Scotty wrote.
            
I would want to be born a Rose, a
sweet scent smelled, by everyone's 
nose.

If I was a Rose. I would never be
teased. A fragrant aroma, I would
release. 

My mom and dad wouldn't worry about
me. I would be as happy, as happy can
be.

Ralphy and Sammy would be my best
friends, and would never poke fun of me
ever again.

No one would ever say that I stunk,
Or think of me as a smelly, pee-yew
skunk!

Scotty The Skunk:  Who you would Rather
be. Contest. Mrs Jones 5th grade class.

        It was contest day and Scotty read
his poem at last. As he read his poem
Ralphy and Sammy started feeling guilty
and sad.
       When he finished, the whole class
applauded. And all the animals started to
holler... Scotty! Scotty! Scotty! Scotty!
       Ralphy came over with Sammy and
said they were really sorry. Scotty said,
 "It's ok fella's I forgive you, don't you all
worry."
       As for Scotty's Poem Mrs Jones gave 
him an A plus. Then shortly after school,
all Scotty's classmates gave him a special
big hug. 
                   
           " I'm happy being myself,
              and no one else!" He
                  said to himself.
       
 
       
          



     

 




Michael Tor 10/12/2015   Poetry Soup Contest. Funny Kids Poem Contest.
                                      

      
        
        


     
       
     
     


Copyright © michael tor | Year Posted 2015


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Way Back Then When I Was Ten

Way Back Then When I Was Ten


Way back then when I was ten, I lived in Washington D.C.
The White House, Capitol and Monument were truly sights to see.
I remember taking a bus ride, downtown to see the parades,
I would rush to find a seat on the curb, to watch the clowns’ charades.

Way back then when I was ten, I was in the 5th grade,
I joined the orchestra with my friends, the violin I played
Then one day a Concert, in front of Classmates and the PTA.
Nervous stomach, trembling hands, my fingers froze like clay.

Way back then when I was ten, outside was so much fun,
Games like tag and hide-and-seek kept me on the run.
Hop scotch, jacks and Jump rope, required a little skill.   
But with daily practice, I soon became, Queen of the Hill.

Memories of my childhood and days spent with family and kin
Brings back thoughts of yesterdays, way back then, when I was ten.

Written: © 1/27/16


Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2016


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Who I Am part 1

Once long ago in the fifth grade I had a small vocabulary.
Maybe from the hill folk family where I grew up On Caytons' Hill. We were not hillbillys. There is a big difference. They now teach this stuff, in college courses, our Appalachian way.
My Dad had a sixth grade education, my Mom an eighth but they wanted more from me.
We didn't leave the farm, except for school, and Mom finally left a few years back, when my brother went bankrupt and lost it.
We didn't much socialize outside of our family.
Me and my brother would walk to the general store if, after our chores were done we were hired by another farmer, we got two dollars for a couple hours work.
We had all we needed. We had food and clothes and shelter and love though no one ever said the word.
We were taught to survive, but who could survive that boy in the 5th grade?
He mocked me, he made fun of my vocabulary, and laughed. 
Then, the second stair from the top, he tripped me. He tripped me on those metal, asphalt stairs built in the 1800's and I rolled with it, 
but it hurt me,
a joke.
Perhaps maybe I am the biggest joke around. Boy, I sure proved him wrong with all my eloquent wording and such
But when does it stop?
I'm "just me".. of all the things I could ever do and do with my best, is to show you what matters the most of course. It is proper manner.
Beautiful is beautiful.
There are beautiful cars, and limousines. There are beautiful skies and dreams, but I am not a beautiful lady. I wasn't meant to be, but actor Johnny D in Kentucky said that I was pretty. It kind of made me feel like the first time a boy called me that, and I didn't think so but I smiled anyway, because he was serious.
I got called gorgeous and enchanting, then I was drugged for sex at eighteen, and I guess I've always allowed those things at times.
I guess the best way how to relate to you now is to simply be myself.
Truthfully, you probably think this is crazy writing, but it's not. Crazy is as crazy does and I feel pretty fluff, like a cloud or something furry, ya know?


Copyright © Cindy Cayton | Year Posted 2014


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Who I Am Part 1 additional revision

Once long ago in the fifth grade I had a small vocabulary.
Maybe from the hill folk family where I grew up On Caytons' Hill. We were not hillbillys. There is a big difference. They now teach this stuff, in college courses, our Appalachian way.
My Dad had a sixth grade education, my Mom an eighth but they wanted more from me.
We didn't leave the farm, except for school, and Mom finally left a few years back, when my brother went bankrupt and lost it.
We didn't much socialize outside of our family.
Me and my brother would walk to the general store if, after our chores were done we were hired by another farmer, we got two dollars for a couple hours work.
We had all we needed. We had food and clothes and shelter and love though no one ever said the word.
We were taught to survive, but who could survive that boy in the 5th grade?
He mocked me, he made fun of my vocabulary, and laughed. 
Then, the second stair from the top, he tripped me. He tripped me on those metal, asphalt stairs built in the 1800's and I rolled with it, 
but it hurt me,
a joke.
Perhaps maybe I am the biggest joke around. Boy, I sure proved him wrong with all my eloquent wording and such
But when does it stop?
I'm "just me".. of all the things I could ever do and do with my best, is to show you what matters the most of course. It is proper manner.
Beautiful is beautiful.
There are beautiful cars, and limousines. There are beautiful skies and dreams, but I am not a beautiful lady. I wasn't meant to be, but actor Johnny D in Kentucky said that I was pretty. It kind of made me feel like the first time a boy called me that, and I didn't think so but I smiled anyway, because he was serious.
I got called gorgeous and enchanting, then I was drugged for sex at eighteen, and I guess I've always allowed those things at times.
I guess the best way how to relate to you now is to simply be myself.
Truthfully, you probably think this is crazy writing, but it's not. Crazy is as crazy does and I feel pretty fluff, like a cloud or something furry, ya know?


Copyright © Cindy Cayton | Year Posted 2014


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5th Grade Crush

Strange, 
But I've seen you
Everywhere lately. 

Caramel colored
Girls, either you
or your daughter.

I'm not quite
Sure. 

But I laugh inside. 

The Challenger may 
Have exploded, but 
We didn't.

The cassette tapes
May have been lost. 

But not the smiles, 
the cupcakes, 
the ruler, 
and what was most important.


Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2013


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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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Teacher

Hero

Caring, Respectful

Empathetic, Kind, Loving

Purposefully Helpful

Teacher


Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Unexpected

Every day, every where, Lives are lost it’s never fair. You don’t know the numbers, Most haven’t felt the pain, Death is no doubt the all time mental strain. Whether it’s a dog, cat, family member, or friend, Most don’t know for sure when their life will end. Elementary school were the hardest years, I ended 5th grade with 5 times the tears. Death shouldn’t be joyful, it shouldn’t be funny, When a friend dies, my day is anything but sunny. When a family member or friend dies my heart starts to sink, What were the last words I said, I start to think. As I take a walk down memory lane, I start feeling all the emotional pain. You may ask why I’m writing a poem about death, For all I know this could be my last breath.


Copyright © Josh Whipple | Year Posted 2012


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Happy Birthday to Me

:)

Author Note:
45 minutes in the district library trying to find former president Jimmy Carter's and wife Rosalyn's book they wrote in the 1980's on Youth cause my children are driving me nuts.
(hahaha)

Good day though, even if I didn't get the title of the book for my birthday.

Oh well, the gov. probably with holding it, cause even the Carter Center doesn't know(previous phone contact). 

On a light note, about 7 or 8 years ago on a Christian site Lucinda Price aka Cindy Cayton, me, wrote a response and the government locked it you have to write and ask for Lucinda Price's writing. A man, Christian man of authority's answer was because men had authority. It wasn't an argument. ?????

Got a nurse yesterday coming to the house cause my Family Dr. that I went to school with sent one. I am diabetic. (I do not give my blood or urine..(My American right)
Oh, well, I did "The Brian" as a 5th grade science fair project, made my model out of homemade play dough, colored it redish... they took the model, thought it was good. But I ended up CRAZY????????????

It was cold and rainy previous days but today is a beautiful day outside in Ohio!!! Much to appreciate. Thanks Poetry Soup for letting me be a free member for7 or 8 years now. Come January (I don't take money for my writing because my talents are God given) I want to be a member and give away magazines, newspaper subscriptions, and maybe an illustrated childrens book that benefits World Vision children... bye!!!! :)


Copyright © Cindy Cayton | Year Posted 2014


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BARELY TWELVE


Never expected to find you
So much I wanted to tell you
Actually boils down to a warm thank you
Your glowing smile I can still picture
Still remember your laughter
You seemed much older and wiser
In your eyes that deep piercing look
Revealed the wisdom of an old soul’s book
Maybe even the charm of an angel’s hook
Touching lives with your sprinkle of gold
We were so young, barely twelve years old

To this day, you had an impact on my life


Submitted this February, 2018


Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018


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Beautiful Butterflies

B	Beautiful fairy-like creatures arrive, disguised.
U	Until spring arrives,
T	They are known as the butterflies.
T	They flit from bud to bud
E	Every blossom gets loved.
R	Richly blessed by these beauties, who
F	Flit rapidly from flower to flower
L	Lilting, landing momentarily
I	In gentle quick repose
E	Each uniquely designed and colorized
S	Seen by many, touched by few



Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018


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Drewski

My name is Andrew A,
I'm 5'7" and 223,
Some of me amigos call me drewski,
Heck I remind my cousin of Michael J. Caboose,
I play yughio, D&D, pokemon, xbox, playstation, pc, and even some wii u,
Oh yeah I'm a gamer,
Nerd,
Nerding out every day,
All day,
Take some crap,
Give some back,
Get called big boy,
Oh yeah bro I'm a big boy I'm almost 16,
Even heard hairy man once,
Of course I've had a mustache since 5th grade,
Might not be the best at anything but I sure can wing it,
Not the most faithful because I know I make my own path,
Life can throw all the curve balls it wants because it'll be strike two when I get a grand slam!



Copyright © Andrew Akelkok | Year Posted 2015