Tag: poetry
group name: poetry4children
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September 25, 2006 08:34 AM EDT --
Spooky spider,
Eight-legged beast
Looking for a fly
On which to feast.
Spooky spider
Under my bed;
I cannot sleep
You might crawl on my head.
Spooky spider,
Oh what a dream
For . . . more
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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 24, 2006 02:43 PM EDT --
My doggy lost his bone
And now he feels so sad;
My doggy will not play with me,
And that makes me so mad.
I looked inside his doghouse;
I could not find it there;
I looked inside of my house; . . . more
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November 28, 2006 05:54 PM EST --
I'm the Elevator Man,
. . . 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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January 29, 2007 01:30 PM EST --
( Please excuse the formatting here. Gather seems to have its own editing plan today)
Aw, come here, laddie,
ye wee biff, and listen
to the tale I tell;
Tis about a dragon
who lives . . . more
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October 27, 2006 03:17 PM EDT --
Inner Landscape
Happiness
Interior . . . 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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October 26, 2006 11:30 PM EDT --
I've written a few limericks lately while on a plane or in waiting room for each of my grandchildren. I thought you might like to see who each limerick is written for. I've got . . . more
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October 27, 2006 08:29 AM EDT --
(This is a children's poem of mine that was published by Pacific Press Publishing Company a few years ago):
The sun is shining brightly;
What a sunny day!
The flowers are growing,
The bees . . . more
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March 01, 2007 09:47 PM EST --
He bestow to me a child in part,
I wholly gave my fairest heart
Yearning of my soul, please don't whither now,
Unborn child a gift. . . . more
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October 07, 2006 11:48 AM EDT --
Children's poetry colors pictures in our imaginations, just like crayons color pictures in coloring books. It creates a magical world full of sound, color, and rhythm where everyone's dreams . . . more
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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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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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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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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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September 29, 2006 06:57 PM EDT --
((I left this poem in the first grade class of the school where I worked. It caused the search for the ghost poet of room 207 and a wonderful series of poems between the "ghost" and the . . . more
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October 07, 2006 05:24 PM EDT --
MEOW....meeeeoooooowwww.
Open the door or
I'll scratch my way through
fill up my bowl
or I'll start scratching you.
MEOW.....meeeoooowwww.
A scratch if you please
behind my ears
back of . . . more
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