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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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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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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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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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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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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

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Dear Veronica

How can something be amazing and terrifying at the same time? 
I have a wife and three kids
no, wait that's my imagination running wild
I have a girlfriend, my world of a month now
but I've chased her for years of 6
She's been twice out of my life
and I couldn't let her escape thrice
Veronica, my life
Veronica, will you be my wife
A question for another day
Veronica
I have many different names for her
I call my her my queen, pearl of the stars
my Konstantine
Veronica Augustine, my Konstantine
my Konstantine
I could snowball an essay 
on how beautiful she is
the way her hair cascades like a crescent moon
falling across her right eye
shading the dark side of her hazel eyes
She's a total dream to me
I reached to the sky
plucked her from her home in the stars
You could say she's my wish come true
yet I sit here on my floor of ocean blue
yet I sit here, several shades of grey
Terrified
I sit here, a silent implosion of fear, of excitement
This rush is so real
I'm...I'm...scared for my life
for my pride
How, at such a young, was I ready to give myself up in handcuffs
to the presence of love
give myself up freely to marriage
unafraid of anything
full of courage and bravery
Now I've grown up from the little boy with dreams
I'm corruptable, corrupted, broken at the seams
look at me, I'm just scared of everything
Marriage, yes I believe I'm ready
but I'd be lying if I said I'm going in with all of me
Afraid to let go
I'm afraid I'm going with leeches attached to my arms
I'm going all in with bits and pieces missing
for I blew away my brain 
when I fell flat on my face for two years straight
And for four years straight
I passed out pieces of my heart to every rusted pearl
for I thought I could make them shine
bring them back to life
So while they were back to beauty
in return I develop scars, I develop rust
Now look at me
I'm no saint, no angel
I'm not a boy, not a man
I'm not magnificent
I'm only a dream to Veronica
Veronica, what do you see in me
Veronica Augustine, my Konstantine
what on earth do you see in me
Sarah, she still has a piece of me
Juliet, she still carries a piece of me
but Konstantine, you have all of me
so don't fret, just listen please
I was born a child
headphones were upon my ears when I came out
I lived a fighter
for I fight everyday of my life
to live in a world I tried to take myself out of 
since those disasters in 5th grade
and time after time
I've taken my own life in poetry
poetic suicide
But Veronica
Dear Veronica
You have single handedly resurrected me
yet still in my new found sense of happy
I'm still wrapped in misery
I'm miserable at best
Veronica
Veronica Augustine
My dear Veronica
My Konstantine
Please break the haze of the cloud that hinders me
Miles separate us
but you're within my dreams
and all I want to do is lay beside you
bury my hands in your hair
while staring into the galaxies trapped in your eyes
whisper I love you for the ride
as your chin finds its place upon my chest
where the 'S' should be
though there is only an 'N'
I'm nothing, nobody, no one
I'm just a dot compared to the sun
compared to the Son
yet Veronica, dear Veronica
You place me on a throne far off the ground
please bring me back down
I'm afraid of heights
I'm afraid you'll get tired of me so easily
These years of six I wouldn't trade for the world
but why would you want to spend an eternity
with a lost narcissist in the shape of a lonely boy
You claim I'm perfect
but I could mail you a list of my flaws
Are you getting what I'm saying
I'm scared to death
that the throne you place upon me
will torch and burn right under me
will collapse under my fragile weight
by the daggers and stones I could throw into your house of brick
at your mansion of happiness
I'm corruptable, corrupted, I'm miserable at best
Veronica
Veronica Augustine, Konstantine
my queen, my pearl of the stars
I love you more than my perch
at my park
I am the moon and you are my star
I just don't want you to be so wrapped up in me
and then I find the weak spot under your heart
take an arrow and stab my way in
Marriage, how was I ready to give myself to you
in handcuffs, in freedom
so ready, so willingly
Now I'm a man, a transformation of the boy I used to be
and I'm just justly justifiably scared of everything
for how can everything be amazing
and utterly
and unfortunately
and undoubtedly
terrifying
Utterly Terrifying
Veronica
Veronica Augustine
Veronica, my Konstantine....
if I asked you today
would you still marry me...


Copyright © Crow thepoet | Year Posted 2016

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Mr Jiggle

Mr. Jiggle There was a gourd named Mr. Jiggle All he could do was wiggle Every time he bounced He gained an ounce So every time he jiggled I giggled Mocksy (5th grade)


Copyright © Mocksy Egona | Year Posted 2012

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Our Darkest Day is Our Last

Our Darkest Day Is The Last
Has it really came that fast?
I remember wen I was young 
Playing with friends... Just having fun
But nowadays I have new friends
Even though I know my first friendships will never end
The elementry gang has split up and went their seperate ways
But I still remember those days
From preschool to 5th grade
We hung out under the tree in the shade
I remember wen megan chipped her tooth on the gym floor
Before and after that she was the one I adored
Miranda was the toughest one of the bunch
I swear she could drop anyone with just one punch
Brett was shy and kind hearted
But he always laughed wen he farted
Alex was and always will be the true hamdenite
He lives in hamden and still patrols the streets at night
And I was just a nerd too shy to ask out the girl of my dreams
Now that I look back I just want to scream
I had a chance to make a her mine
But no I just had to be too shy and kind
I loved her and I still do
I promise you that's the truth
The final year in that old school was the most memorable for me
For near the end of the year I realized we were splitting
It was as if we all just started quitting
The last day we all went to school together was the most tragic
I couldn't take the realization... I'd had it
I went home and cried for hours
When I was done I felt like a coward
As I looked up at the sky
I asked god why
Why did we split apart?
It happened so freaking fast
But I soon realized....
Our Darkest Day is The Last


Copyright © Chad Taborn | Year Posted 2011

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"STICKS AND STONES"

As a child we had a very hard life.
When I got older and started school
I always made friends.
Until the 5th grade then there was laughs
dirty names behind my back.
Cause I wasn't rich like those other kids
me and my brother we shared our clothes.
He wore my jeans and I wore his.I was a 
tomboy so moma saved money.
We had alot of self worth but sometimes
those feelings get hurt.
So no one accepted us for being poor so 
as we growed up we changed.
We made our own friends that were just like 
us.The words that they said didn't matter.
Here's a few words to always remember:
STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES
BUT NAMES WILL NEVER HURT ME.
 Teresa Skyles

Entered in John Heck's SWITCH contest.


Copyright © T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet | Year Posted 2010

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Sisters

When I am thirsty you fill my cup
When I am afraid you cover my eyes
When I fall down you pick me up
When I am alone you are by my side

When you are happy I will keep those smiles
When you are angry I will calm you down 
When you are weak I will carry you a 1000 miles
When you are asleep I will not make a sound

I love you big sis so very much
that a million words can't explain
I love you little sis like my 5th grade crush
cause life without you wouldn't be the same


Copyright © Jordan Salazar | Year Posted 2011

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Wise Elders

Wise Elders are patient,
fully embrace non-violent communication
and health care
of climates and landscapes,
persons,
places,
things,
plants
and planet,
hopes
and dreams
rebuilding positive faith.

Wise Elders non-violently listen
for karmic grace of love
sometimes overflowing, diastatic.

If Wise Revolutionaries for change,
clearing murky swamps,
then Wise Elder non-violent evolutionaries
toward peace
restoring OneBody of HolySpirit 
for cooperative justice,

Anima Mundi active mercy-growing
Gaian Principles of patient and steadfast
relentlessly co-present serenity
surrendering to shared joy,
wonder,
awe

Rooted in revolving
double-binding Entropy-Synergy
truths discovered uncovered recovered
trusting constitutional WiseElder health
actively non-violent,
Yangly yinned equivalent ambivalent re-bivalent
ReVolutions restoring Earth's WiseElder Peace.

This might not sound like your fifth grade teacher,
or even your high school civic leadership preacher,
your parents
or any candidate for WiseElder public service leadership
you have ever had the pleasure of voting for,
or even the displeasure of voting against
given your democratic opportunities and options
up to this Postmillennial Time.

You probably have had difficulty
identifying Sacred WiseElder candidates
favoring multicultural health of polypathic-polyphonic Traditions,
conserving Elder Wisdom
by liberating Secularizing Fools from future public offices
of authority
responsibility
accountability to all DNA-RNA Solidarity cooperatives,

Including other Sacred WiseElders and Children
and all regenerative ages in-between reborn and dead
co-investing in WinWin ecopolitical players,
pro SevenGeneration lifers,
revolters from Business As BeatenDown and Punished Usual,
Occupiers,
Organic Gardeners and ReWeavers,
good regenerative shepherds,
bodhisattva co-messiahs,
eco-yogis of cooperative stretching
and breathing
and bilateral consciousness
and economically wise EcoLogos,
tellers of Regenerative Nature-Spirit Stories.

Conjoining WiseElder Voices:
Restorative Justice and Peace Advocacy,
Gaian Principles of PermaCulturing Design
(for internal and external healthy landscapes and climates)
Tao as Bicameral ZenZeroZone-ish-ness-nest
ego/eco-habitat.

Wise Elder Ego
reflects Sacred EcoLogos-Mythos
de-monoculturing ego-Left dominantly
re-polyculturing WiseElder habitats
within SacredRight inducting EarthSoul.

Between SacredElders
lies a coincidental double-binding 
transparent boundary,
a crystal lake faced septum,
reflecting secular Yang mountains above
co-arising
deep sacred YinYin bilateral WinWin Valleys
waving back in Wonder
and Awe
about who we have been,

Where and when we have come from 
what SacredElders
and why,
and where we could best become
Wise SacredElders
reflecting active mentors
of Bicameral EarthSoul

Humane EgoPlace
inside-outside
Divine temporal integrity,
Tipping Points
back and forth
toward WiseElder ego-eco revolutionary double-binding 
democratizing parties,
creolizing stresses and strains of glory
composed of Original AnimaMundi Constitutional Intent
of Sacred WiseElders.

It cannot be a radical proposition,
except in the most deeply rooted, fundamental,
incarnations of "radical,"
that Democratic Constitutional Intent
toward sacred Unity of a Humane People (NOT uniformity)
toward secular and sacred Welfare,
fare well wealth including internal and external health
of a society and planet with great rapidly growing polycultural richness,
density,
assets,
producers and consumers,
precludes the foolishness of encouraging monocultural fascism
supremacist RightWing dominating choices.

Not WiseElder,
more TooMuchYangLeft Business As Competing Usual
EitherOr headed toward degeneratively pathological demise
of plants
people
planet,
place,
organic things,
love,
faith,
hope for future Sacred Wise Bilaterally Conscious Elders,
speaking and acting with regenerative non-violence,
patient healthywealth
consuming and producing polycultural outcomes.

Those who ask for your support,
your faith,
your belief,
your prayers,
so they can play Win AnthroCentric Economic Gains
by Losing Sacred EarthSoul Ecological Wealth,
short-sightedness to this tipping point 
delineating myopic absence of 2020 accountability,
These self-marketers are economically and politically clueless
about discerning democratically mature health
from plutocratically adolescent pathology.

It is foolish to grow in irresponsibility,
stuck in WinLose
EitherOr
perpetual adolescent LeftBrain too dominant,
out of balance
unconsciousness
even of our own cognitive-affective internal dissonance.

RightWing internal arguments
threats
nightmares
conspiracies whisper
for ReStorative LeftRight Justice
as sacred multi-laterally cooperative
nondual co-arising peace
of exegetically Sacred WiseElders 
past through future Seven ReGenerations.


If polypathic space
equals not(not polyphonic)
bilateral waves
of flowing time,
spirals of revolutionary regenerative DNA-RNA solidarity health
strings evolving
enculturing weaving and unraveling Creation Stories 
of Light's integrative/anti-integrative CoPresence,

If Yang
equals not(not Yin)
equals ++1
equals (notnot)Zero binomially WinWin double-bound,
nondual co-arising
Sacred Wisdom refining Elder Exegesis,
perhaps EgoLeft co-arises EcoRight,
BiEarthSoul,
HolonicSpirt,
One CoMessianic Body
restored by re-gathering
Patriarchal-Matriarchal EcoPolitical
WiseElder Balance,
patience,
non-violent reweavings
reconnecting vocations in peaceful ego/eco-justice.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2018

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My Poetic Bible

It's endless what one can do with poetry.
Many projects of inspiration often come to me.
Such a project came to mind just the other day.
A total rewrite of The Bible but in a poetic way.
If I were immortal, this is a project I would vigorously pursue,
but I've only one lifetime
I'd never complete this before my life was over and due.
Here's an example of how I would begin.
Mind you, I was bored in 5th grade class doodling
when the following beginning of my poetic bible was written.

It all began at the end of a week.
God created all that is and all that ever would be.
God then created Adam and provided for him
a wondrous paradise. The Garden of Eden.
This was heaven on earth, no strong, no meek,
but Adam had no companion, no mate so to speak.
God then took one of Adam's ribs and created Eve.
Adam and Eve were now loving companions eternally.
God then said, "Enjoy this paradise my loving children.
This is all yours forever, provided you don't sin.

I was writing the above while bored in catechism.
My nun teacher took it away from me and then threw away what I had written.


Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2010

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r.i.p. joshua michael martin 87-06

your great big smile
on your boyish face
i will remember forever
it will never be erased.

we have been friends for so long
since the 5th grade
i cant beleive that your gone
i just wish you couldve stayed.

we will meet up once again
wait for me in heaven.

your missed so much 
by your family and friends
ill see you soon enough
dont worry our friendship will never end.

whenever i look at the sky so blue,
all i can do is think of you


Copyright © amanda daum | Year Posted 2006

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Echoes Of Hard Times

I felt it like the storm
I called it my trying times
During my dying time.
In rear times.

But the moon looked at me with pity
As the Sun wished it could dry my tears 
By shining so brightly.

My pain wrapped itself around me
Like a blanket around a suckling child
Without her mother.

Although the stars watched over me 
But couldn’t help with an antidote
For my disease.


I slept so calmly but still dancing to 
the tunes coming from the forest of 
my sorrows like thorns.


I felt the hotness of those tears
As they trickle down my chin
 Without permission.

With both hands I tabled my problems
To the one above, for I know the storm 
Would soon be over.





Copyright © Sherifat Aduku | Year Posted 2018

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Gravitation Defied

Even now, Pigeons stool surprised 
     while ensconced in dovecote
whose twittering translated as coo coo not bright
asper Icarus aiming for mythic cull magic did excite
     popularized notion to take winged flight

And for twenty first century mortal to wax poetic  
     this January 2018 bitterly, brutally day and night
Stymied sans principle 
   contradicted laws of Physics 
   soaring to limitless height
Away from temporal axon light

Into the infinite cosmic dendrite
Realization to soar above heavenly vault 
      spectacular sight
Brainchild of anonymous genius minds 
      left stratospheric legacy 
     To witness awesome might
break away, sans gravity 

     tacit Obeisance acknowledged 
     this hundred year plus anniversary
     Aero planes success got off the ground
     Pardon saying may come across as trite
More than a century elapsed 
   since machines first attempt to remain aloft
     Man made invention glittered silvery white

Beauty, grace and poetry in motion 
     excises Luddite trace
     Despite countless fatal crashes 
     Tragedy to those loved ones lost in fiery plight
Invisible ethereal essences dwell 
     and hover some place 
     Occupy a netherworld housed 
   with fellow nymph and sprite

Return to Earth to deliver miracles 
   and prevent near disasters
Although many a skeptic 
   may ascribe phenomena to luck despite
Angelic visage impossible to dispute quite.


Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2018

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There is a brighter Side To NO MEANS NOTHING TO A DUCK

There is a brighter Side To            NO MEANS NOTHING TO A DUCK

"Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack"!
                     "Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack"!
"Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack"!

"There is a brighter side to life",
       "You had better think twice about it think twice";
"You wanna pull on the back of a duck";
       "Better watch it little girl, watch your luck";
"Think you BAD cause you held my bill";
       "Come here girl, I've peck your feet";
"Better run I'm gonna chase you down the hill";
       "Gonna tell ya mama you ain't that sweet";
             "I hope you trip and fall";
"What's the matter girl, No web feet";
       "So I CAN STOP and WADDLE all over ya"!
"HUH!!! say your daddy's a hunter",
       "Why you runin, why you runin..."
Quack, I ain't bugin girl, stop for a minute"
                   "You scared":
                 "Come here girl"
"I just wanna fly up and land on you and peck your back"!
        "Then YOU BE SCREAMIN AND  HOLLARING"
                      AFLAC!!!
       (HA! HA! QUACK, QUACK, QUACK)
There is a brighter Side To touching a duck's back
            Turn around let me peck, yours.....   
Quack, No means nothing to a duck, so don't press your luck; 


                             1/10/18
 
  FOR CONTEST:     THERE IS A BETTER SIDE...No Means Nothing to a Duck
                                   (Picture # 1)
  SPONSORED BY:   EVE ROPER






Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2018

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Silent lusting

      It's not something you can really hear 
       It's in the way that we stare
      or the little things we do 
      Simple things 
     Stuff that to the real world may seem insignificant
         But to us it's what it is
               Just plaining lusting
            I can see it in your eyes 
              I can feel it in your smiles
               The childish way You tease me 
                 Like were back in 5th grade
                    Hitting, Pulling, pushing  
                   Doing anything and everything 
                        Besides telling the truth
                           about how we really feel
                             But now it's sort of different
                              Cause I'm a senior in highschool
                                       So R U
                                  But we can't seem to get by
                                this way that we communicate 
                                  It's through the eyes 
                                     That I feel the closest to you
                                         It's silent lusting 
                                             plain and simple 


Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2006

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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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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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Meeting at the Well

Meeting at the Well
By Valerie D. Staton
January 27, 2018


She trudged to the well for condensation
For she had a plethora of tasks;
She met a man who knew her vocation, 
He answered questions, before being asked;

She freely talked to the man sitting down, 
Who was Bearer of the “Water of Life”
Amazed by His report, she ran to town
Spreading the news, bringing others to Christ;

Enlightened woman served the Son of Man
Until Emperor Nero took her life;
She died a martyr - the Samaritan,
For boldly spreading the gospel of Christ;

Tortured severely then tossed in dry well
With Christ, in heaven, her spirit now dwells.
 


Copyright © Valerie Staton | Year Posted 2018

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Attributes of Being Average

(alternately titled one me silly more till manufactured 
from go win addle American 
non refundable private parts) 

each set of twenty three chromosomes 
the basic biological building blocks
of life came out cervix 
when second hand of analog clocks 

barely and scarcely swept across dial,
wrought offspring appearance 
as a pier a docks
closely resembling a monkey 

perhaps...hmm...
maybe mother mated with a chimp 
assimilating chromosomal flox 
genetic combination brought about add hocks 

viz bouncing baby boy skinny and fair game 
as a pluperfect future target for jocks
when I took first gasp of air sputtered 
like an old engine that knocks,

now just easing into ma deuce score 
and xix year with hair reed locks 
twittering, snorting, rattling nonetheless 
became precious human dependent 

with mat chew anti body mox
see for father and mother 
to care despite expelling nox
shuss gas out derriere, which profuse flatulence 

natural immunization 
kept away infected kids with pox
nicknamed little buttock blaster 
now sits in a comfy chair and rocks

reminiscing about boyhood 
and a pooch named Socs
who told time applying faux paws vox
like ­tum make sounds resembling tick tocks

Nowadays every potential mom and dad 
disappointed unless offspring(s) feverish follow fad
decreeing qualified as gifted birth of lass or lad 
go wing great lengths to prod and push 
progeny until a genius to be had
rather tubby thankful and gratefully glad

regaling robust surprise 
packaged traits of yore 
inheriting genetics descended 
when early apes did de tour 

terrestrial virgin earth 
anatomically complete store 
reed awesomely astounding miracle from spore
sized fertilized ovum (healthy 
and sound baby boy or girl) hood roar 

if lionized, which feline bellow mew might mean 
change my dye ya pore
and pamper me sum more
gnome hatter wailing mama or papa ignore
thence nurturing baby pipes por favor
kinship knits omnipotent bond evermore
where tis instinctual to adore.






Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2018

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Dandriff

Sniffle, sniffity Sniff. Sniff.
I has found some dandriff.
Dandriff makes me sniff, so
sniffle, sniffity Sniff. Sniff.

Oh! 
And by the way,
me name is Piff,
the magical dragon.


Copyright © Nadia Kuhlman | Year Posted 2018