Long 3rd grade Poems
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Johnny Brownie sits high up in the maple tree,
Tossing with his feet, all kinds of stuff on me.
I roll my eyes, for his ways are so transparent.
His insatiable love for me so readily apparent.
I knew he had a crush on me, of course.
I am pretty in the face and I laugh like a horse
All the boys seem to like their women merry and gay.
I walk underneath him, with my happy sashay.
Hey Faerie Pinkie how are you? He yells down to me.
I keep walking, knowing he will jump down from the tree.
Where are you going? He asks, trying to keep up with my feet.
I ignore him a bit for guys think this is a special love treat.
He tries to catch up, bouncing around like an in-love fool.
My mother looks out the window and watches Johnny Brownie drool.
Why do you to this to him? She asks me later. Isn’t it a bit mean?
It keeps him interested, and I may want to date him when I am a teen.
Invasion of the Bums & Scarecrow-Soldiers & Pretty Ballerina’s
By David J Walker
What are you gonna be
I donno
Maybe a soldier or a bum again or a Martian
My sister wants to be a ballerina
But its way too cold for that
The most memorable year was when my mom turned me into
the tallest paper mâché octopus
Every seen
in a 3rd grade class.
The Halloween parade would begin at 10 on the school stage that hosted
the most ghosts & goblins
bums and ballerinas
and store-bought Cops & Cinderella’s
soldiers and white-as-a-sheet spooks with big cutout eyes
& bums with bones
black magically coming out of nowhere
After dinner & Its the Great Pumpkin Charley Brown
We are out terrorizing the town
Winter coats covering our prized costumes
Timidly
Begging for candy
Until our big brown bags could hold no more
Sorting
Chocolate with chocolate
Suckers with suckers
Candy bars of all kinds
Candy lips & candied apples
Candy cigarettes & Popcorn balls
The next morning
Moan/Groaning
But still
can’t wait for school to start &
The retelling of the last nights Halloween Haul &
Haunted adventure
The moon I was told is my uncle,
from days when I was in the cradle,
they showed me the moon to make me eat,
other distractions like birds that tweet.
So grew up to believe moon was male,
one day brighter another day pale,
I even drew moustache on his face,
and manly spectacles on his gaze.
Many stories told under his rays,
cuddling to granny in good old days,
how he would watch over us every night,
except nights when he was out of sight!
When in love we looked up to the Moon,
his waxing, waning kept us in tune,
he lit our hearts with romantic thoughts,
we loved his smile, mysterious spots.
Poets many have changed Moon’s sex at will,
to suit situations and their quill,
from Arabs to Greeks he, she or it,
my Uncle moon doesn’t care a bit!
He continues to glow, reflect Sun,
and he takes a bow when its all done,
generations have been and perished,
Moon will always be loved and cherished!
To confirm my beliefs, asked my friend,
clever school teacher from the street end,
He said I was right, to prove it soon,
he showed me picture of Ban ki-Moon!
Premier contest winner (6)
Written 6/Aug/2021
is the Moon male or female or both poetry contest
Chantelle Anne Cooke sponsored
9 syllables each line!
They are ants, my husband yelled as he came in to get his shotgun.
They are busy every second, and they are eating everything!
I heard him scream as they took the shotgun away from him.
Not only giant ants but giant roaches, and they were everywhere.
I grabbed my Bible and a Bundt cake and raced out the back door.
They were all in front the last time I looked, coming at us like an army.
There were not any back here, so I jumped in my red Ford F-150
Two were now on the truck. I screamed because they intimidated me.
By the time I reached the highway these giant creeps were in my truck bed.
Laughing and joking, smoking Marlboro’s, eating chocolates from living room.
I was livid; they killed my husband, and now they were eating my chocolates!
One of them was giving me “the eye” too. Not on your life, buster.
When I reached the town limits I realized my mistake.
The town was saturated with them. They were crawling in and out of windows.
Those long ugly legs and those creepy tails. Ugh! This was the Twilight Zone.
“Let’s have that Bundt cake” one of them said from the back. They all laughed.
Lee the optimistic optimist invented things too
He could ride a bike with less wheels than two
Dogs and birds tried to go along on his adventures
He invented red white and blue casual dentures.
What else did he invent? My children begged me.
They had heard many stories about Liberty Lee.
I had grown up with him and he was a kick.
He invented chocolate cake two times more than thick.
He had one hundred patents by the time he was twenty.
You would have thought this would have been plenty.
But Lee invented all day, and sometimes into the night.
He would wake up with an idea that was way out of sight.
By the time he was seventy, he was a trillionaire.
He had invented robots that could braid your hair.
And cosmonauts who travelled in blood stream of a dog.
Invented also a sweet smelling fragrance for a hog.
O be a sa bonale
O nnyame o sa
Tsammae
ducked away out of sight
Sitting In a hidden corner
Fifi se kukutweng
Gongwalo
O kga a utama
Unnoticed
done with a little witch trickery
In pure deceit is manyami
a secret i fihlilwe
Shadow like,hangs a
heavy presence
drifting like smoke
Trapped in the untangible
O sa kwamegeng
A magical thing
TSA maselawatana
Encountering Of the divine realm
Seeing A ghost is sethotsela
Beholding wonders of great Is mabohlokoa,
And that is tangible and touched is se swaregang
until Is finally revealed
disclosed as se utollwago
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the den is as dark as the inside of a witch’s hat, macabre as can be
someone with a green face and pointed nose sits across from me
her nose gives a twitch, there is too much make up around her eyes
her hat is pointed with inverted peak at the top, no big surprise.
my partner is dressed as a computer, with a square metallic head.
Her date is Dracula, red blood around mouth as if he’s eaten some dead.
my date is uncomfortable, I can tell by the way his eyes move around.
a more unlikely candidate for a Halloween party can rarely be found.
table is set in Victorian crystal; there is a pile of something on the plate.
hostess has just arrived dressed in drag; she is fashionably late.
We clap for her, for her entrance deserves some kind of applause.
Walking past our table is a dark grizzly with the longest bear claws.
Let’s get out of here my date says as a tail hits him in the neck.
Tail of a large sparkly purple stegosaurus who stops to genuflect.
Giving the hostess his arm, making his way back now.
Tail hits my man again. He jumps up and says “Holy cow!”
Caroline is an old clerk, Now she is out of work, She has no special perk, She wants to find the jark, So she goes to the park, It is very dense dark, She walks on the tree's bark, She hears the sound of snark, Finally she finds the secret mark, She also sees a lovely lark, It tries to shirk, Suddenly ,it catches by a spark, And it has become a chark , Alas! I am not a nark.
The other kids were being snapped up in buckets taken to new homes.
The last one in the orphanage after a while, LeeAnn renamed herself.
I am queen of hearts, she said since her heart was red with grief.
She hid her sadness and her loneliness with acts of sheer meanness.
Nuns who ran the place began hiding when it was their turn to feed her.
She was unruly, nasty, hateful, and diabolically angry.
They did not understand that disappointment was the reason.
They did not recognize the easy signs of abject sadness.
She yelled “off with her head!” when one of them double crossed her.
If her food was late, her bedding was dirty, if her toenails were too long.
She saw the fear in their eyes, and she began to smile.
Being happy for the first time ever, now.
Confident in her status as Queen of Hearts.