Short Preschool Poems
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felicitate
verb fih-LISS-uh-tayt
1 archaic : to make happy
2 a : to consider happy or fortunate
b : to offer congratulations to
WORK
Wonder what they learned in preschool
Obviously it wasn’t playing nice
Rarely can you trust a colleague
Kindness always has a price
Bouncing Square Balloons
Bouncing square balloons
Rectangular falls spools bounce
Play catch you and I
10/11/17
James Edward Lee Sr.
Child
Young, Innocent
Laughing, Playing, Smiling
Preschool, Middle School, High School, College
Working, Working, Working
Serious, Tired
Adult
Form:
luminary
noun LOO-muh-nair-ee
1 : a person of prominence or brilliant achievement
2 : a body that gives light; especially : one of the celestial bodies
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In the name of (Eternal) Father
The (Eternal) Son
And of the (Eternal) Holy Spirit
Amen
Poetry Form: Quatrain
Date Written: May 18, 2025
Time Written: 7:06pm
A baby is born
Two dates separated by hyphen
Hyphen or dash: that's life
II
We fall in love -
One day one, or both, will die
III
We are born -
We learn; even think deep thoughts -
And die.
who is an artist? the preschool teacher asked
Every child raised their hand
Not only are they artists at three and four
They are dancers, singers, inventors, dreamers, schemers,
The best time of their life…..
Go to sleep, go to sleep
Go to sleep little one
Close your eyes
Watch the skies
While it whispers your name
Go to sleep, go to sleep
Go to sleep little one
Let the stars fall
Let the stars call
While it whispers your name
MARCH 16, 2021
Tiny hands
Pure hearts
Silly smiles
Footprint art
Cheerful shrieks
New found words
Belly laughs
Singing heard
As I open up the door
These are the sounds I hear
And everyday it gives me a reason
To have a smile stretching from ear to ear
She was a teacher who knew how to dress
Wearing whimsical things – dinosaurs flowers, stars and such
She had no limits; too much was never too much
The children adored her for she was in touch with her childhood self
Making her the quintessential preschool teacher
I am the stereotype of a middle-age lady with grey hair
Working as a preschool teacher
Wearing mumu dresses in bright colors
A Sunday school teacher wanting to make it a full-time job
To whittle myself a new profession
I'm not the brightest crayon in the box
But, I know I can do it!
A nick jr show that's popular among many young kids.
It deals underwater creatures that solve problems through food.
I'm obviously too old for it and released way after my time,
But it's good to see what the younger generation of kids are into.
It seems nice and cute.
It just may get a bigger fandom once the audience gets older.
I saw a little button,
It was lying on the floor,
I wondered who had lost it
And looked around for more.
It hadn’t come from Donna
Or from Stuart’s nice new shirt,
And it wasn’t Kelly’s button
That was lying in the dirt.
I couldn’t find who lost it
I had a worried frown.
But now I know the answer,
My trousers just fell down.
Pure possibility plays
Among the shorter shelves.
Here can be quickly glanced,
Quite easily, per chance:
Glittering, spinning castles,
With multi-colored shrubs;
Space-suited clowns,
Juggling throwing stars;
A grinning seahorse bobbing
Weightless in thin air;
Alleys winding dark and light,
With neon-green monsters;
Kindly white-haired grandpas,
Speaking distant dialects.
I'm in a dream,
Peeing into a stream,
A snake peeped out,
Some on its snout.
A frog close nearby,
Came out to pry,
It got some too,
From me it withdrew.
I found it funny,
The way a bunny,
Growled near a tree,
Far from my pee.
Then I woke up,
I rushed to cleanup
Another bedwetting today again.
Dry night in vain.
"please sit on your sitzfleisches,"the 4th grade teacher said
Preschoolers do not understood German, so they continued to stand
"Sit on your hindquarters!" This was stated a bit louder.
The kids stared at her, still not understanding.
"Your haunches, your petootsies, your derrieres!"
They looked totally consternated now.
A preschool teacher walked in.
"Sit on your pockets," she said.
They all sat.
My cute little puppy,
let us go riding in my doll buggy,
let us go riding in my doll buggy.
My cute little puppy,
I am so very lucky,
I am so very lucky,
We can go out and play,
it is a beautiful day,
it is a beautiful day.
We can go out and play,
pretty blue skies no gray,
pretty blue skies no gray.
My little cute puppy is here to stay,
that makes me happy~hooray,
hooray~hooray.
She doesn't dance like Anna Pavlova
She doesn't sing like Diana Ross
but on this blissful day I am watching
the best performer I've ever come across
She wobbled on her pique turns
She forgot to point her toes
but she never lost her smile
a perfect angel until the close
She might not sing in perfect rhythm
She might not always be in tune
but her singing is so beautiful
it makes this proud daddy swoon
I see age four
Standing in the long school hallway
By his lonesome
Exasperated preschool teacher three doors up, watching.
I know her hands are full with another four-year-old
Who is also a run away.
I introduce myself.
Ask who he is. He mumbles something I cannot hear.
His name badge tells me his name.
I ask where he is going. He says “My mama’s house.”
He takes my hand and walks with me.
Easy peasy.
Hiding my face at the gate
I wait
for something to pull me
from the inertia
of my fear.
Until it builds to breaking
through
and off I run
to join the fray
on this, my first day.
Sixty years past
I still remember
the wonder of pre-school
at our neighbor’s home
right beside the lake.
And so I think
you too will remember this
as the first thing
you really had
of your own.
(for Tyrome - 9/5/23)
Cutesy petootsie teacher with her hair so fine
The boys showed up every day in a line
The girls liked her too, she was a favorite all over school
One of the kindest teachers, and she was no fool
Her outfits were perfect, her hair the right kind of messy.
We called her Miss B, the principal called her Miss Bessy
She never missed a day, and we came every day too
The finest teacher I ever had since year preschool two
People to face-book
Friends to text
Relatives to e-mail
Documents to fax
Comments to post on my-space
Business site to rewrite
Preschool site to blog
Poetry soup to type
Director, owner, teacher
Ten hour days
How I get it all done
Is hard to say
Time is precious
Computer is taunting
The excuses I make
Are rather haunting
Miss the old days
The sun on my face
Talk radio, day dreaming
Life a slower pace
I was in the Pop grocery store wondering why
People were dropping their goods at something of my.
I caught a glimpse in the mirror and realized my error,
I had arrived in my zebra suit, Wonder Woman mask and tiara.
"It's dress up day at preschool," I said with a shout.
Scared looks turned to delight, the word went all about.
In truth, it was Saturday, no preschool at all.
But if you want a tale, it's best to make it tall.
Sitting in silence
Trying to be patient
After standing in a hot line
For a hot meal
Instead of playing with hot wheels
With memories of being thrown
Into a dumpster
To dive for food as a 3 year old
Before they started bleaching produce to kill us
To protect us from the precious garbage.
We knew we could get sick from it
Do not poison our food to protect us.
This night in church i wonder
Why must I pray for food?