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Bria Wilson Poem
I had a visit last night, from the ghost of Christmas past.
That took me back in time.
As I was a bird in the sky,
I looked up to see in detail what the ghost looked like.
The ghost was a baby.
I kind of figured that,
he was wearing a babies hat,
with a blue binky in his mouth.
He began to fly over a familiar house.
As I looked closer I saw a pool, and realized it was my uncles house.
For a baby he was quite strong,
as he through me in front of the house on the lawn,
I looked at my reflection through a melted puddle,
and saw I was young again.
I saw the moon ring on my finger, which meant,
I was nine again,which meant it was 2006.
I got off and brushed the cold snow off of me, and walked inside the house.
I saw all my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, siblings, and mom
all young again, with a hundred less wrinkles and a lot more smiles this time.
We all laughed played games and had fun,
then my dad came and took my siblings and I to his side of the family,
with everyone happy and young looking.
Next thing I know I guess it was time to go,
because in a blink of an eye I was back home.
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Bria Wilson Poem
Helium Lithium, Beryllium
They all rhyme,
which is the only way I can remember them.
Au is gold,
O is oxygen,
I’m not trying to be bold,
but life sucks without both of them.
Nitrogen, hydrogen
are both gases,
but that doesn’t mean they have the same masses.
Those are some of the elements in the periodic table that I find important.
I really don’t know much about the rest,
because in science class I never passed those test
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Bria Wilson Poem
I went to my grandmas house and saw Rudolph.
I went outside, because I had to cool off.
She thought his nose was a red flashlight
that helped her see at night.
She used his antlers to hang her coats,
that smelled like fish, because she fished on boats.
Since he has brown fur, she thought he was a broken dog,
so she feed him fish, that he likes to hog.
All to himself he keeps the fish,
while I watched him eat,
in a corner by himself.
Than walked in a little elf,
that took him away,
so he can guide Santas slay.
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Bria Wilson Poem
Why Must We
My hands were up, so why did he shoot.
I said I couldn't breathe, so why didn't they help me.
Why must I get followed and ordered around.
Why must I get told where to walk on this planet by anyone,
when God created the planet for everyone.
Why must I abide by rules enforced upon me,
by the same ones that enslaved me.
How are we free in a democracy,
when we have to pay to live on Earth loaned to us by God.
Why must we destroy Gods gift,
it used to hold every cure,
to every disease that sneaks up on humanity.
I guess the man in humanity,
is too stubborn to see,
God loves you and me.
He gave us every answer to the people wanting world peace.
If humanity wasn't so greedy and judgemental,
maybe this society would have world peace.
Sharing is caring right,
so why do we have world hunger?
What is wrong with our society?
Why must the blind see what we can’t see,
when it’s right infront of us.
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Bria Wilson Poem
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies.
Pennies saved by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher.
One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
I was rich!
All my hardwork paid off!
I speed to the nearest Wal-Mart and bought three t.v’s
for my siblings gifts of course.
Now I have one dollar and eighty- four cents left.
I bought the last of my tools to finish my cabin,
now I have one dollar and eighty cents left.
My spirit was outsinging the best singer you could ever imagine.
Snow reflecting off my teeth,
breaking the wind wherever I went,
getting frowned upon because of all the money I spent.
I didn’t care, because I went everywhere.
I walked out with practically the entire supermarket,
groceries for a lifetime.
now I have one- dollar left.
With that dollar I finished the last payment on my parents matching
mink coats!
I’m glad in the beginning of the year I had everything on layaway,
because with that washed away dollar and eighty- four color stripped cents,
I paid off the last of my payments for everyones gifts.
Including adding that eighty cents to my gift card for my groceries.
Most people would’ve of thought that was very little money,
but since I saved my money,
and made payments on my gifts in the beginning of the year I was practically the richest person on Earth.
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