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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Not A Place

In two words,
peace and nature.
The peacefulness of nature.
a fish swimming in the calm, cool water
a snake in the tall celery grass
a salamander in the cool shade.
The sapphire mountains tipped with chalky-white snow
peek behind the ancient hemlocks
like small children playing a game.
The wind dances down from the sky and
the spinach green trees
sway in rhythm
like a dance.

In two words,
love and warmth.
The love of my family,
we hug
tight ones,
we laugh
at everything,
we cry
till we have no more tears.

A baby down for a nap
laying peacefully
on the pale sheets
of the small crib.

Three cousins playing cards.
A grandma painting a picture of color,
doors
that lead you to
places of
imagination.

A me reading,
 in another world,
the author
has created.

A cozy cabin
one with
rough, cold floors
old and worn, comfortable furniture.
Paintings and books.

A view
one
filled with love and warmth from my family.

It stabs me
like a knife through my shoulder blades
the fact that
I'll have to leave.
The pain
softened by memories.

This is my home.
Not a place.
Not a thing.
A bittersweet happiness.
My Heart
my Memories.

In one word,
Home.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

S.T.I.N.K B.U.G.S

Smelly
Terrible
Inside
Noxious
Kill them!

Buggy
Uubiquitous
Germy
Smelly

Monday, October 14, 2013

I Am

I am creative and shy
I wonder about where the universe ends
I hear the words coming off a page
I see Camp Half-Blood
I want to be an author
I am creative and shy

I pretend I can fly
I feel and authors thoughts
I touch a single snowflake
I worry about being unkind
I cry over the death of panda cubs
I am creative and shy

I understand cause and effect
I say you can do anything
I dream of writing a novel
I try to do my best
I hope for peace
I am creative and shy

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Orange

Red and yellow (it's got a history ya' know)
It's the color of Autumn;
of Halloween;
of the town in which I grew.
It is camoflodge for tigers;
of of the many colors of daisys.
This is the color of many things:
Orange

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

The Sun

The sun warms with it's loving rays
It let's flowers bloom
trees, fruit
every plant that grows.
It helps humans too,
warming our blood.
Too bad we can't be out too long in the sun
with our putting on more
annoying sunscreen.

Bus Reading

Bump, bumpity, bump
... must... read...
bump bump
... carsickness...
Bump
I hate the bus.

S.E.P.T.E.M.B.E.R

School starts
Extra damp
Picking apples
Terrific writing assignments
Especially cool weather
Morning frost
Beautiful red, orange and golden
Eating chocolate
READING!

The Kick

It's a light shade of brown,
rectangluar; about 10x4.
Hard.
Solid.
Yet after three good aims
I take a deep breath
remind myself not to shut my eyes...
I kick
Before I relized what happened
my instuctor hands me the thing I just broke in half with my foot
We bow
I did it
I did a reverse side kick and
broke a board
I passed.
This being the fourth time (technically fifth) doing it
you'd think it wouldn't be
a big deal,
But it is
I did it.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Author/ Softball player

I love writing
Poems (obviously) and stories too,
Art is so much fun.
I love reading
I'd do it all day.
I read and write from Sunday-Friday
My mom says I'll grow up to be an author
I said, "NO! I'm going to be a softball player!"
Did I forget to say?
I play every Saturday!

11+7

I got a new cell phone
If only I didn't have to pay
'Cause then I could have called my mom,
on that school day.
I had to call her for something important
I got out of the classroom just to do that
11+7
What is the answer? 
What is the answer!
The teacher called on me that day
And I ran out of fingers
If only I didn't have to pay.
 

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Nances

I looked down at my bowl of yellow
It was about half full of little yellow balls
Yellow balls about the size of a blueberry
Soft and squishy
a little black seed inside each one
You eat the outside
then spit out the seeds
or eat them whole.
They're called nances

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Deadly Flowers

People  always say
"Flowers are awesome", "I love flowers", "their so beautiful"
What those people forget is they also can hurt
"It's their self defense, blah, blah"
What about the spiky Rose, Windflower?, Lakspur...
Deadly I tell you!
Gorgeous But Deadly: 13 Unassuming Poisonous Plants

Monday, June 24, 2013

Flowery Towel

My towel has a flower design
When I dry myself
after a day at the pool
I think
Will the color of the flower design
sink into my skin
like a tatoo
Blue, green, purple, yellow, pink
If it did
that would be so cool!
I could be a clown for Halloween
or maybe a human painting...

Bad, Bad Fall

I fell off my bike
That fall day
Quite a fall that was, that was
I skinned my knee, scratched my back, jammed my hand. I skinned my other knee, scratched another part of my back and jammed the other hand too. I hit my head, hurt my face and bruised my entire left leg. I hit my head, hurt my face and bruised my entire right leg.
The pain the pain
Oh, so much pain
It hurts, oh so hurts
But I get ice cream and soda
I get a nice warm bath with bubbles
I get TV and books and music and love
so much so much and more
I also get lots of attention
Maybe it's not so bad
I mean OWW I think I need some more chocolate


*Please note that this poem is way exaggerated. I did fall of my bike, but not bad. Defiantly not like this poem here.

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Brighting Flowers

I love flowers
Everyone loves flowers.
Maybe because a flower is a flower
Flowers are beautiful, delicate, a gift
a part of god
Flowers are softer than anything
Everything
yet icey
yet warm.
You don't have to like pink to like flowers
Flowers come in all colors, shapes and sizes
some are colorful, some are blander
some are round, some are flat
some have many layer some have few
Some are larger than your face, some are smaller than you thumb
Flowers aren't hard to love
even if you have allergies
They're job
the reason they were put on earth
was to make not only human but animals too
Happy and cheerful, loved
They really brighten up the place

9 (flowers) and Counting

A meadow full of flowers
Pink flowers
purple flowers
orange flowers
Flowers of every kind
Two, Four, Six, Eight, Nine
Nine beautiful flowers
plus a tulip 
Two, Four, Six, Eight, Nine, Ten
What a beautiful sunny day
few clouds, green grass, light warm breeze...
And ten lovely flowers

Pineapple Juice?

This juice expires in -10 days
Pineapple?
You can try it first
If you die I'll 
dig you a nice grave
and give you a memorable ceremony:
We are gathered here today to remember a good-hearted person who died of drinking expired  out of date, poisones pineapple juice.-

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Not A Poem II

This is not a poem
at least it's not suppose to be.
I didn't mean to make it so rhyme like,
I just couldn't get the time right.
I almost made it about spaceships
or a out a guy who has to replace his chips
or unicorns that eat pickles...
I really can't get the time right

Lit Mag

My class and I
so very poetic
and creative.
Created
something
amazing
something that if
you like
my blog
your love this.
It's like a book
with lots of writing
from different authors.
We created a book of writing:
(2012- 2013) 5th grade 'Literary Magazine'

Be U

Being yoUrself is one of the most important factors of life. Being yourself can only lead to lives full of happiness and peaceful harmony, even if it feels like it takes a while to get there. Being yourself can mean being your crazy self or your funny self, your silly self, your calm self or even your unpopular self. Being yourself means being whoever you want to be. You can do whatever you want however you want to find happiness.

Monday, February 11, 2013

I'm A Music Listener

When I hear music
I don't just hear it in my ears
I hear in my heart
I hear the moral song beneath the song
The real song
The real song that makes me want to
Dance
Run
Jump
Just go play outside
The song that finds the happy in me
Even the saddest tune can find the happy in me
'Cause I'm a music listener
And I don't just hear music in my ears
I can lay down
close my eyes
and listen
Listen not only for the beat
But for the words
And true feeling
Music is much more than just a tune
It's feeling
To the singer
To the writer it means something
Something deep
Something that throws their emotion
Right out there in the open
The real song
I'm a music listener
And I don't just hear music in my ears

Monday, January 28, 2013

The Last Poem of 2011

2011 the end of the year
for in 20 minutes the end is near
What happened to 2011?
I can answer that, you see
It's New Years Eve
2012 has arrived
The clock is ticking
tick, tock, tick
My eyes are drooping
fast asleep
I wake up
just in time for
2012 is knocking on my door
It's coming you see
She is coming you see
She's at my door
Knock, knock, knock, knock
Who is there?
2012 answers
2012 is here.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Writer's instinct

Do you want to make a couplet?
Write one out and then just doublet.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Umbrella

It's raining.
I'm alone only with you
I slip, I fall
You protect me from the rain
But not from my pain

Friday, January 25, 2013

Thunder

People like you and I don't know why
I don' like you
and I'll tell you why;
Your sound is so threatening
Your booming sound with your partner
light-en-ing
Nothing's silent when you're around.
The room is quiet when you're gone
But then rain comes and you tag along
with your partner lightning
You start to boom and make me scared
From what I know that quiet room

has vanished

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Zigzag lines


You hop around in zigzag lines
And sometimes you even hide in some pines
I know what you look like
but not from up close
Because when I try to
You hop away at most.


Friday, January 4, 2013

Turkey

When you're cold and wet
You crouch up skinny
all feathers tucked in.
When it's warm and sunny
You stand tall, proud, all feathers out.
When someone calls you
You puff up tall and walk stiffly 
But, in the end
Your feathers always show through
and that's what I like

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Pattern

You can be shapes
You can be lines
You can just be a
Design

Nature

You're small
You're big
You're delicate
You're strong
You're life.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Untitled

Poems are great
Poems are nice
Poems are poems
They can take you to another world
Or just to your mind

Rain

It comes down
like snowflakes
but melted
Sometimes hard and others soft
I like to play in the puddles you make
the rivers
the lakes
And even though it is sometimes concealed by gloom
the happiness you
make me

Egg

You are so delicate
One fall
you break, you die
Once you hatch a new
life is made, another one to
share our glorious world with.
A robin, cheep-chirp
a tadpole
a turtle
or...
A crocodile
snap!