Long Kinesthetic Poems

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all automatic alligators arrive arrogantly
barely behave beautifully but brazenly
carousing with creepy cruddy crocodiles
desperately denying despicable wiles
effectively expediting expediency
forever forsaking fruit flies who flee
glaring at grazing gritty grouses
hijacking horrific herbivore’s handy houses
igniting ingenious iguanas in I-o-Way
jubilantly joining jerky jaguars along the way
kibitzing kinesthetic killers from Zion
lollygagging like lively luxurious mountain lions
marvelously marking multitude of mini monkeys
notoriously noting nefarious nodules of displease
ostentatiously opening overt outages in Oregon
providing panda putrid prey Paul just spit on
quarrelsome quicksand quail
rapidly reading registered mail
saying sassing sentences swiftly
turning terrific tarantulas toenails thickly
utilizing underwater undercurrents down under
verifying valid villans' voluptuous plunder
with wild willingness and witchy wonder
‘xacting ‘xactly ‘xtreme ‘xestentialism supreme
yelling youngster’s yips on front of the queen
zinging zealous zealots into zebras galore
end of this abcedarian poem, there is no more.

© Caren Krutsinger  

Angela, Andy, Amber, angels, ambience, attitudes, altitude, all-purpose flour.
Beds, breakfast, brightness, brevity, butter pecan ice cream, bald eagles. 
Cali, Carolyn, Chelsea, creativity, compassion, craftiness, cleverness. 
Dick, Daisy, Dwight, Deborah, dare devils, delightful deeds, designs.
Emily, Elise, enthusiasm, excitement, eggs, empathy, eagerness. 
Faith, fortitude, friends, family, faeries frolicking, frying. 
God, generosity of others, gladness, geese, gulps, gargoyles. 
Helen, helpful heartfelt friends, hands, hearts, hearing, Heaven. 
Ingenuity, imagination, idealism, individuals, illustrations, imps. 
Joe, Josh, Jack, Josie, Johnny, Jerome, joyfulness, juice, jubilation. 
Kindnesses, kin, kinesthetic learners, kings, ketchup, keys, karats.
Lucille, Lucy, Lou, Linda, Listening, light, likeability, love, limberness. 
Molly, Max, Marianne, merrymaking, music, messes, minxes, mini-coopers.
Nests, near misses, nuts, nerds, needles, Never-never-land, nuthatch. 
Ostentatiousness, Om, orange, oil, oatmeal, orange juice, organdy, 
Purple, pink, plaids, paisleys, prettiness, plumes, peacocks, porcupines.
Quiet, quickening, quail, queens, qualms, quizzes, quotes, 
Rita, Ruby, responsibility, respect, regards, religion, remembrances
Susie, Susan, Sophie, seriousness, sensuality, sex, sizzling steaks
Tracy, Tony, TV, Tennessee, twins, troops, twisters, 
United States, understanding, umbrellas, udders, 
Venus, variety, variegated yarn, vim, vigor 
Weddings, wind, watermelon, wheels, wonderfulness, 
X x’citement, ‘xtra niceness, ‘xaggeration for poetry 
Youthful attitude, young people, yellow yaks
Zany friends, zealots, zeal, zest, zippers, zebras

Written 7-16-2020
Contest: Abcedarian
Sponsor: Beata Agustin

© Caren Krutsinger  

I am playing in the kinesthetic sandpile
With a child who has never professed to like me
I have done my unusual best to like him though

I believe he has come around today 
When we share some stories and a couple of laughs.
He is a fourth grader who despises Chick Filet.

I despise Chick Filet myself, so we establish commonality.
I give him a time limit.
If I don’t, they want to stay all day.

I am the counselor.
My “gig” is playing.
I ask him if he has any questions for me.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” He asks.
“I want to be a race car driver,” I reply.
He nods. “I thought that was it.”

Great start to a Friday.

© Caren Krutsinger  

The child’s face is as red as his mask, which is red.
The principal says, “He needs a place to cool down”.
He looks like he needs a refrigerator. 
I wish he had a popsicle; he needs one for sure.

I give him two choices- talk or just play.
He chooses to play, a good sign.
Some come in so angry they choose to glare.
I have ten grandchildren, so I easily ignore this.

When he is ready to talk, he turns into Mr. Delightful.
He tells me his woes which do not sound like woes at all.
I tell him I think this is silly stuff.
I ask him “what do you think?” He agrees it is silly stuff.

While we play with kinesthetic sand I learn more.
He has some mean teenage sisters who pick on him.
He has a brother he never gets to see, and another brother
who died of a drug overdose. He says this matter-of-factly; he is eight.

I am starting to think maybe he has a reason to look angry.
An angry face almost always is a mask for sadness.
I am sad for him. He continues to play, throwing out more information.
I am not surprised; this is how it always goes in my office.

© Caren Krutsinger  

“The Legendary Adventure Moments of Doctor Hermione Baggins the Reddish of Winterhold, The Master Sith Rainbow Lord Lulu Pucca, Cloud Kitty Carla Chandra the Ruby Rose, and Rand O'From Equestria the Darken Raw Snow vs The Strange A.A. or Perhaps B.S. Educated Scotties Homer Pilgrim’s Search for More Resources by Destroying the Galaxy to Make Way for a Interstellar Lightspeed Railway or Was It a Fishing Pond?”

Apathetic the game will continue on anyway
“Bidet,” a person points, "first door on the right in the hallway"
Celtic orchestrated melody commences to play
Drastic the GM in a serious voice proceeds to convey
“Exotic treasures will be rewarded at the story's endplay
Frederick and Scotty have threatened to destroy the floodway
Galactic dragons will soon have control of the realms gateway
Heretic man wearing the scarlet hand is on the highway
Icteric smiles seeing the party ‘do you have an issue?’”
“Judgematic paladin, what course of action will you do?”
“Kinesthetic, I'll flash step next to him and use my kung fu”
Laconic, looking over at the monk, “not your turn Lulu”
"Majestic I promenade over and address this mildew"
Novelistic I say, ‘the dragons, and mage, I must melee’”
“Optimistic the NPC rolls a 16 and tries to outplay
Panic soon kicks in as the druid and monk cross the pathway”
Quadraphonic sounds play as the initiative ensues
"Rollick, the monk and I go over, but I just rolled a two”
“Slapstick the heretic encounters the paladin’s swordplay
Tragic it's late and we must stop the story right here today
Unpoetic I know but we'll pick up again next Wednesday"


Updated 5/14/2019

© G. Jay  

Everyone needs a friend 
Teachers too
So I am one to them
Even though I was never their favorite
As a student

I was too opinionated
Too self-assured
Too involved in my imagination land
Most of what they tried to teach 
I had to teach myself later

For teachers used to do all of the talking
We were not in groups
We did not pair up
We did no talking at all

I am a kinesthetic learner
So the only thing I could do for self-preservation
Was to tune them out completely
So I could live my truth

Only seven percent of the population of the world
Learn through hearing; we call them auditory learners.
We have so few, and yet in the 50’s and 60’s
Their way is the only way the teachers taught
So I took my kinesthetic self, and nurtured her the only way I knew how

Today’s teachers have learned better.
Yet how do many teach?
The way that only reaches seven percent, sadly.

© Caren Krutsinger  

without moving anything but my eyes I see
a mouse pad, computer, power cord, phone
fork, knife, spoon, half eaten chunk of meatloaf
stapler, scissors, Clorox wipes
Jason Reynolds and Ibram X Kendi’s books Stamped
 
without leaving my seat at my desk
I see two bottles of hand sanitizer, my work badge,
a red cloth face mask I am tired of wearing
an address book with a multitude of squiggles
which no one else could read
they might possibly think I was mentally ill if they got closer
 
by turning only my head to the right I see two notebooks
three pens, one of them happily has red ink
an oversized yellow bottle of water I continually knock over
a roll of blue tape, and a walkie talkie that needs plugged in
 
I am looking to the left now. Three posters
One says “Effort and Perseverance are the Keys to Success”
There is a blue chair with an ugly hexagonal print in yellow
A bookcase with kinesthetic sand which I love as much as the children
Welcome to an Elementary School Counselor’s Office

The Marmite Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
Written 8-17-2021

© Caren Krutsinger  

astronomical anatomical atoms
buying brilliant blubbery bimbo blobs
collecting claustrophobic colorized clandescently clams
depicting deplorable dependable depraved dendrites
enticing and enlisting energetic enthusiastic enigmas
finally fueling fussy frisky flatulence, forming fleece finders
giving gluttonous glorious gargoyles grinning grace
holding heavy-handed hospital heathens
Ignoring impassible imaginative ideas of interlopers
justifying jiggly jealous jaundiced jugglers jumping jury joyrides
killing kinesthetic kingly Kansas killjoys
leaving lighthearted Larry lollygagging lower than legumes
memorizing momentous miracles of magic meaning moroseness
nudging nebulous narcissistic nightly northern narwhals
occupying octagonal orbital ostrich-like ocelots
pursuing persnickety picky perverted pencils
quizzing questionable quails and quacks
redeeming respectable rustic ricocheting roadrunners
scalloping scuzzy scared scarred skeletons
teasing torrential test tube tarantulas
undermining understated underwater umbrellas
validating villainous vagrants verifying vigor and vim
worrying wiggly worm-like women wasps
‘xasperating ‘xpensive ‘xpansive ‘xtraordinary ‘xtraterrestrials
yielding yellowish youngish yippy youngbloods
zooming zealous zebras zigging and zagging in Zimbabwe

© Caren Krutsinger  

I am playing in the kinesthetic sand pile
With a child who has never professed to like me
I have done my unusual best to like him though

I believe he has come around today
When we share some stories and a couple of laughs.
He is a fourth grader who despises Chick Filet.

I despise Chick Filet myself, so we establish commonality.
I give him a time limit.
If I don’t, they want to stay all day.

I am the counselor.
My “gig” is playing.
I ask him if he has any questions for me.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” He asks.
“I want to be a race car driver,” I reply.
He nods. “I thought that was it.”

Great start to a Friday.

© Caren Krutsinger