Long Fourth grade Poems

Feminist ecotherapists,
deeply immersed in polycultural ecology,
a systematic teleology of cooperative nutrition economics,
remain rarely flushed out from their safe spots.

A self-isolating,
often eremitic,
subspecies,
with shamanic nature-as-spirit tendencies,
our most articulate mentors often wander off
to pray for,
breathe and suffer and...

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Steven is a retired teacher disturbed by the problems he sees in education. Schools weren’t perfect when he was teaching but they were better than they are today. He has ideas for improvements. 

Some of...

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In the May-time of my life
time bloomed each day a prickly boll –
but I, like the softest cotton within such a sharp seed  
swaddled in the purity of security 
for what seemed like eternity...

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I could not do what you are mandated to do
every day on society's justice bench,
weighing retributive justice 
against restorative healing.

I cannot look with any comfort
at police
and correction officers'
routinely criminalizing vocations,
and courtroom injudicious levying of fines
against...

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Afternoon musing, not quite content,
Wondering where the time all went -
The time not really given, only lent.

The first day of fourth grade,
In the next desk a new girl stayed,
With honey colored hair all in a...

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Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again!

Glad for birth write to express views
aware cunning linguists 
will apply figurative screws  
in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse
exercised courtesy mail in ballots, 
or...

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I loved my school counseling job
Loved it, loved it, loved it.
Until they moved me to another school part time.
One week school A - my home school.
The next week school B-  a school that loves...

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I loved my school counseling job
Loved it, loved it, loved it.
Until they moved me to another school part time.
One week -school A - my home school.
The next week school B-  a school that loves...

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When the American flag waved bravely, for women it did not FURL.
However, many bold and determined women have changed the WORLD.

I am a proud bother of 8 sisters;
Two of whom are older and 6 are...

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This is what it feels like to have your heart racing 
and not knowing when or if it will ever slow down.
Your fatigued body can not keep up with its rapid thumping against your chest,
you’re...

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Dena, was born in Yakima Washington May 1943.   Carole, her sister was born 
nine months and twenty days latter on March 1944.  Carole was born,
prematurely.  To save to her life, she...

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I never went looking for trouble it came looking 
for me.Bobby Long.He moved in around fourth grade.As far as he was concerned I was chum and he was Mr. Big Bad(albeit)cowardly shark.He picked me cause...

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Gott Oh Mighty,Trump iz on the Warpath!

Das Don Auld (can hard tank
tucker son of Carl, and leave
landscape barren) calling out
rigged ken tuckered hoarfrost race,
viz demolition derby presaging

death to White Anglo Saxon
democracy DOMS (delayed
onset muscle soreness)
minions...

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we get over everything
naturally
but the weak need the strong
need someone to lead the way
we need to find a strong mind
a smart mind to study 
an accurate mind to probe
and test our subject
and get our answers...

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My mom always told me not to show my heart so much,
because she said the world will chew it up and spit it out in chucks that won’t fit back together.

See in fourth grade, I...

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In the year, nineteen an’ thirty-nine, 
in a small town that seemed not to care,
a little girl tried her very best
to dress well, and groom her dark hair.
She’d fight for her life—whatever it took,
an’ survive...

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I go to the supermarket
to buy some mangoes. 
I’ve had five coffees
And spent hours on detangling 
computer wires. 

Reciting a poem I remember 
from fourth grade
I opened another three college 
letters in the mail yesterday.
The...

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This poem was inspired by Mrs. Dianne McGee’s post earlier on Face Book.


It was the very first day of school 
In Mrs. Thompson’s 5th. Grade class 
An untruth came from inside her 
That probably wouldn’t...

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As I look back on my life I can't help, but to raise a smile. As I look back in the past of what was once my life I recall that which was once forgotten....

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There have been songs, poems and discussions ad infinitum on this subject, and as 
I?ve only received word a moment ago, yes, it?s confirmed now by an affiliate who?s 
in know news @  as...

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Northstrum and Shelbina get sent to me for a conflict mediation.
Northstrum says that Shelbina said that his mask was stupid.
I am trying not to nod my head; a Barney mask for a fourth-grade boy?

Shelbina says...

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"Hello?"
"Hey, I've missed you. Can I see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, when I get off the bus!"
"Okay I have a present for you. See you then!"
Anticipation. A meeting long sought after.
Phone's distant ring.
"We're going for a ride....

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the ice cream truck

do you remember in fourth grade when it was the end of the school year?
kids running around in class, volunteer parents planning for field day events, teachers grading tests.
a year's worth of...

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"You are ... different, aren't you?" she said, crinkling her nose.

That sentiment, spoken by my fourth grade home-room teacher
Had been paraphrased many times before
(And would be countless times again)
Different, unusual, odd, weird, curious, complex, or...

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…from as far back as I can remember I have made, “things”.  I remember before I began school, at my grandmother’s home in Detroit and working at her kitchen table, where we would spend...

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