Long Schooler Poems

The many blessings taking classes at Saint Marks Catholic Church safe guarding gods children arch dioceses of Milwaukee raising my granddaughter from walking my pre schooler to our lady of mount Carmel kindergarten St Theresa...

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BLINDING FLASHES FROM MY EYE SOCKET BEING CRUSHED MY NASAL ARCH NOSE FRACTURE RHINOPLASTY SURGERY HELPS WITH MY AIRWAYS THE SEVERE TRAUMA ON IMPACT SEVERE CAR ACCIDENT TWO MEN ON A LADDER ADJUSTING THE STREET...

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We’re (Lisa and I) back in Athens Georgia (hometown USA), where it’s the halcyon days of summer. The south used to be the home of summer heat - not anymore. Now everyone has their little...

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Stepping out into the Autumn night of Halloween
It is the Witches and the Warlocks turn to dance
Their air of mystery and mystic is all around
The zombies or the Undead cannot speak
but,their presence seems to be...

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I keep thinking about this summer—about starting a new school—and as soon as I do, I find myself internally monologuing and getting all high-schooly. It’s hoot, I know, but I can’t seem to help it.

‘You...

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Author's suggestion - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jALL1_KdN8 - as you read
            Don't forget to continue to "23 Stones Part 2" 

I built this path, I laid these...

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Down this once famous graveled road
I drive by day and drive by night
my mind replaying stories of times past.
As if thinking about them
can make them real again.
Buildings standing with new faces, signs.
I see them now...

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LITTLE WINGS

“No,” and they meant it. The dizzy seat
almost threw the 8 year old. He was swiveling
‘round and around and around, starting
to look green, ready to fly, free fall. Slip
of balance to the ground would...

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My life as a grade school teacher
Is like  a life-long student and schooler
Always working with colors, pens and papers
While taking care of kids as their second mother.

Still, I oftentimes sleep quite late at night
Check...

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Buried Alive, 2010
V. Ortiz Vazquez


House play with a neighbor friend
Older than I is he, yet not old enough
Husband and wife, house wife
Bread winner comes home
Home, field between houses
Time for bed, naked from the waist down...

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I made a list today
of my fears

It went like this:

I am afraid
of war

of our people
killing their people
because they killed our people
and their people killing our people
because we killed their people

and on and on
until maybe
there will...

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Look at our daughters
They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers
Look at our sons
Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green people with their bad brain and laptops

Look at...

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I was so young
I was a middle schooler. 
I shouldn't have been depressed in 6th grade. 
I shouldn't have wanted to die by 7th grade. 
I shouldn't have tried in 8th grade. 
I should've been...

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I'm still confused about growing up.
What, when, why, and how
Are we talking about maturity?
Naturally, it starts with a womb. I mean, growing up.
You should understand the gentle reminder, “What are you going to do in...

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I come over home schoolers house
He looks me up and down
am no looker 
But the boy's looking

"So am suppose to help you out or somein?"
I nod without a word
He grins like satan
And im burning up...

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The spiral staircase made her high heels sing
Sliding down and around on it’s wide railing,
Like the high schooler she used to be
She kicked heels off ,squealing with glee.
Dashing out the door and into the street
With...

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This poem was written by a middle schooler. Please comment with kindness. I am only the teacher.

Cancer

My third eye would see a world without cancer
Yes, there are worse things in the world, hunger and war
But...

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What's YOUR name Little Angel? 
My name Jo nan Nomi. 
Jo-Anne Naomi, That is a beautiful name. 
Tankyou. MaMa this is DaDa right. 
Yes Jo this is YOUR Daddy. 
Are you staying here with us...

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Another middle-schooler poem I made! ^.^
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Never trust the one you lust
For I have done so
I saw the figure in the rain
As dark as the crow
For death himself had stood there
With all his cunning glee,
But then...

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