Tag: poem
group name: poetry4children
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September 25, 2006 11:08 AM EDT --
Little Spaceman
I am a little spaceman,
racing through the stars,
In my cardboard rocket
I'm on my way to mars,
The journey won't be easy
I have rationed all my food,
I will stop of for some . . . more
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September 25, 2006 11:01 AM EDT --
The Monster Sleeps
In oak tree the monster sleeps,
His quilt too short it shows his feet,
As nothing dares to make a sound,
Except the moon-kissed nightly owl,
Tucked up in bed the monster stirs,
But . . . more
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December 29, 2006 09:24 PM EST --
When fighting naptime eyelids droop
inside your sleepy heads
so take a hint from this lament
and snug yourselves abed!
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February 05, 2007 05:18 AM EST --
For Jill Pazereckas, prolific and talented young pre-Simulationist poet, writer, photographer, and mixed media artist, who mediates the futility and despair of today’s runaway world via an inner . . . more
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February 28, 2007 02:13 PM EST --
For my youngest brother Patrick Walter, brilliant and versatile actor and writer, now living with his beautiful wife Monika and baby Yrja in Norway's northernmost Arctic Circle, who probably has . . . more
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June 06, 2007 04:59 PM EDT --
Mighty
beast of ancient myths and folklore
soar through magical skies
swooping into
legend
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January 06, 2007 06:22 PM EST --
Reflections
Down where the narrow river
flows strong and deep
. . . more
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October 03, 2006 09:58 AM EDT --
Lazy Sun
No pretense was made
By the sun to greet morning
And warm my cold eyes
Though it was warned as I was
When the alarm clanged its call
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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September 03, 2006 04:16 PM EDT --
I not old enuff
to be in skool
me finga's are
too teeny.
I take my 'wuzzy'
evvyplace
and need two
naps a day.
I brake my crayons
suck my thumb
can only count
to number one.
I cry . . . more
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April 29, 2007 03:55 PM EDT --
A DAY IN MY GARDEN
Honeybees cavort
Throughout the honeysuckle,
Glad to be busy.
Something is . . . more
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September 29, 2006 03:50 PM EDT --
My Mama bought a Heffalump
he's very very sweet
a sunny afternoon upon
our balcony we meet.
He whispers silly things to me
so soft and cuddly too
he's violet just like my name . . . more
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August 01, 2008 03:03 PM EDT --
I found a treasure today
more valuable than gold
when I first saw the picture
I could tell that it was old
It's been tucked away for years
just waiting to be found . . . more
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May 15, 2007 07:53 PM EDT --
bursting forth, on point
explosively errupting,
buds first piroquet.
copyright 2007
John G. Lawless
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September 27, 2006 04:31 PM EDT --
Ring tailed sleeper
thrumming purr
quilted wrap
of kitty "fur".
Whisker sense
cool wet nose
claws retracted
peaceful pose.
Stretched obliquely
sinewed might
resting,
awaiting night. . . . more
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November 04, 2006 10:51 AM EST --
A Dance of Seasons
Days of late September and October have fallen one by one like the leaves
Clocks shift back and Halloween Haunts
Change from bright reds, burnt orange and yellows now dimming to . . . more
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December 10, 2006 11:13 AM EST --
Oh, to sit and wait
for the children grand
to make my fate.
Bacon scent,
sweet snapping sound
of coffee perking,
Clicking beat
of frothing eggs,
sizzling flip and fold.
Buttered, toasted . . . more
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December 09, 2006 02:37 PM EST --
wings
soft feathered
taut sinewy muscle,
spread
to capture the wind
and ride full circle,
updrafts
into dots upon
sunsets horizon.
John G. Lawless
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October 07, 2006 11:45 AM EDT --
Mindy Rose, she picks her nose
In goes her fingers, in goes her toes.
Out comes a greenie on her thumb,
Goes in her mouth and over her tongue.
She picks her nose at breakfast time.
With scrambled . . . more
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January 17, 2007 08:44 AM EST --
chilled warmth of winter
beaming broken through the glass
gently warms the cat.
copyright 2007
John G. Lawless
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July 18, 2007 11:26 PM EDT --
Underneath the old mattress,
sets a big cooking pot,
holding the center of the bed up.
All three of us kids,
shared this full size bed.
fighting not touch each other,
knowing that when we awake. . . . more
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