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Sherrita Robinson Poem
Weary
by S.C. Robinson
She sits on her soft fluffy bed, resting her limbs before she starts her day.
Rethinking her preceding dream, hoping the images won’t fade away.
She watches the clock as each second ticks slowly and fast at the same time.
Leaning over in deep thought as if her peaceful moments were a crime.
Thinking of a better day to one day step into her victorious purpose.
Waiting for the opportunity to get out of this mentally chaotic circus.
She sighs sluggishly and rises to the doubt of her daily occasion.
Pondering the temptation of desiring a day of relaxation.
One thing she knows, and one thing is sure.
She no longer awaits the pressure of needing something secure.
Without any hesitation or any further drama,
She decides that she is one tired mama.
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Fruit juice,
Cotton,
Natural,
Battery,
Genuine,
Free,
Pure,
Truth,
Real,
In Love.
These are the things that bring joy.
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I lay roses at their feet.
They toss thorns at mine.
I speak with silk songs.
They spew wiry lines.
I approach in peace.
They come with stones.
I throw out love.
They heave bones.
How can I enjoy softness?
They rather pursue judgment.
Most good deeds go unnoticed.
Slander gets no punishment.
Am I the target or dangerously positioned in the crossfire?
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Sherrita Robinson Poem
Daydreaming Woes
By S. C. Robinson
Naps are fun, but sleep is better
Even during stormy weather.
I wake up from my peaceful sleep
And drift off in my thinking really deep.
I think of surprise parties and tall birthday cakes
And boxes and boxes of presents to shake.
I ponder about the foods, games, and guests
I wonder what they would think is the best.
I linger in my thoughts for a while.
I cannot stop at what makes me smile.
I hear a sound that yells at my brain.
Oh no! It’s my clock with a proud loud rang!
I need to hurry! I need to rush!
If I don’t meet the challenge, I will miss my bus.
No more thoughts, no more trance!
No more daydreaming for a chance.
I looked out the door with nothing in sight.
Yep, I missed my bus alright.
I figure out an idea with my witty thought.
I will just have to enjoy an eventful walk.
A stroll through the jungle or a journey through dry land,
The street toward my school will feel like hot sand.
The path is wavy, like a wiggly river.
The thought of this adventure makes me quiver.
I jump over cracks that could be a sea creature.
And on the way, I pick up a flower as a treasure for my dear teacher.
This day is not doomed, this day is not bad.
It all started with the morning thoughts I had.
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Las siestas son divertidas, pero dormir es mejor
Incluso durante el clima tormentoso.
me despierto de mi sueño tranquilo
Y a la deriva en mi pensamiento tan profundo.
Pienso en fiestas sorpresa y tortas de cumpleaños altas
Y cajas y cajas de regalos para sacudir.
Reflexiono sobre la comida, los juegos y los invitados.
Me pregunto qué pensarán ellos que es lo mejor.
Permanezco en mis pensamientos por un rato.
No puedo detenerme en lo que me hace sonreír.
Escuché un sonido que nubla mi cerebro.
¡Oh, no! ¡Es mi reloj con un sonido fuerte!
¡Necesito darme prisa! ¡Necesito apurarme!
Si no cumplo con el desafío, perderé mi autobús.
¡No más pensamientos, no más trance!
No más soñar despierto por una oportunidad.
Miré por la puerta sin nada a la vista.
Sí, perdí mi autobús bien.
Me imagino una idea con mi ingenioso pensamiento.
Solo tendré que disfrutar de un paseo.
Un paseo por la selva o un viaje por tierra firme,
La calle hacia mi escuela se sentirá como arena caliente.
El camino es ondulado, como un río ondulado.
La idea de esta aventura me hizo temblar.
Salto sobre grietas que podrían ser una criatura marina.
Y en el camino recojo una flor como tesoro para mi maestra.
Este día no está condenado, este día no es malo.
Todo comenzó con los pensamientos de la mañana que tenía.
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