This poet is an educator. Welcome to my classrooms.
Ariel holds the tenuous cycle of
birth and death in her hands and heart;
clearly seeing in this one life much more
than she can impart.
Sorrow touches her on the shoulder,
which leaves her tired and
slightly older.
Joyous cmaraderie, her most prized possession
she shares it with family
and her confession:
Ariel keeps a loved one
on a shiny pin
and in her heart,
deep within.
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Darin strides right through the door
subtle talents? Nevermore!
Sometimes perching in the back
melody unchanied as a matter of fact.
He is a designer, planner, a competent.
Darin has the world.
It moves, it stops, it smiles at him,
for in his fist it's curled.
The grim day will come, some months from now
(I can't stop time, anyhow)
when Darin will strut right out the door,
leaving remnants of childhood on the floor.
CLR 2010
As the words on the page,
spell mystery and adventure,
so does the mind of Daniel.
As a fantasy sword swiftly
cuts across imaginary dimensions,
so does the mind of Daniel.
As the illustrations in a favorite book
amuse and capture the reader,
so does the mind of Daniel.
cm 1997
FROZEN WATER-by Daniel
An intricate pattern,
of frozen water,
falls to the earth.
Behind him comes another.
Suddenly, the particles
fall by the tens,
multiplying to become
hundreds and then
thousands.
It's in the middle of the night and
the wind picks up.
There's a blizzard.
The next morning is a
Saturday
and the blanket of white stuffon the ground
doesn't look undisturbed
any longer.
Daniel
Doing what's right, incessantly,
following her moral code.
She pulls the weight steadily,
seriously, adamantly.
Following the promises of a
better life, she leans into
the yoke, and steps carefully
through the hoops.
cm 1997
APPLE-By Elizabeth
How sweet,
how sour,
how nice.
It comes out
small and
heavy,
it smells like
a lemon peel,
it is born
like little babies.
It takes time to build up.
They build up by time
and
the weather.
They come
out shiny like brand new sneakers,
if it is nice and shiny out.
How nice are apples
to eat, and see.
Elizabeth
A silent light among us shines
a girl we hardly see,
a beam of radiant loving warmth,
a child that holds the key.
A steady stream of quiet water
runs throughout our room
A still, not stagnant, peaceful bloom,
a very loving daughter.
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Fair and light,
he trots around the room,
from seat to water fountain.
Weightless, yet heavy
his countenance
watches silently at first
from a thought to
action, a pause.
Procrastinating elf
he can explain himsef
each and every day.
CM 1997
The Beauty of the Weapon-by Jason Harris
the sky is filled with
light from the magnificent weapon,
its glare lights up the sky
everywhere around it turns green.As used for war, it
cuts through the enemies as though
they were butter.
Swing! Swang! Swung!
Gliding through the air.
Its elegant shape,
though in hand
awkward,
is so remarkable.
What else would you say it is:
But Beautiful!
1997
Skip and hop and grin some more,
I really hate coming through that door.
I know I work hard-that's been said,
but I'd rather be at home in bed!
Terribly smart, terribly bright,
more people deserve to see my light.
But when I'm gone and others weep,
I sure am happy at home, asleep.
cm 1997
Simply keep it straight for me--
what is it that you want?
Don't give me word play or tease me now,
WHAT IS EXPECTED OF ME?
I'll perform what I need and even more,
just WHAT DO YOU EXPECT OF ME?
Stand firm and tell me what you mean,
that's what I expect of you!!
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Hey Jesse, Old Boy, what's going on?
How are you feeling today?
Is it a loud, happy grin, or a smile deep within?
Which happy sign will be on display?
Hey Jessy, Old Boy, everyday you're so happy!
Why do you think that is?
"Yes, of course, I know why it is:
because I am an attitude whiz!"
cm 1997
Andrew walks so carefully
in the land of giant hopes.
Andrew girns so silently,
in the land of elves and faeries.
Andrew plans so very much,
in the land of desks and notebooks.
Andrew sits so quiety,
carefully, silently, planting.
CM 1997
SUN-by Andrew Jaramillo
The sun is like a bright
face lighting up.
when the clouds form,
the sun is still there.
When the rain pours,
the sun dries up.
The sun slowly trudges across the bare sky,
and finally
the sun is gone.
Andrew 1997
O student, my student, your class is almost through,
the desks have weathered every kid, your grade was earned for you.
The end is near, so have no fear, the students all exulting,while roll your eyes when teacher talks, the maestra grim and daring.
But O be quiet, quiet, quiet!!
O listen a little longer
where in the class, your teacher stays
tired, but much stronger.
And what rough kid, his hour come round at last,
slouches toward his new homeroom to be bored?
cm 1997
A Poem-by Roy Soto
A poem to me must
be like a person who feels
everything is magical.
It must be as colorul as
a penguin.
It must be funny and really as looney as a cartoon.
Poems are really not as hard as you think they
are.
My poem would be smooth, like a wave.
Bing bang bong,
I am a song.
Ziggle zaggle zips,
be sure and watch my lips.
I wonder if I'll work today,
or should I simply run and play?
Ziggly, Zaggly, Zoop!
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Sugar cookies and frosty-topped cupcakes
dance behind your eyes.
Dappled gray ponies and white tenny runners
race across your forehead.
Apple pie, mom, and baseball,
shine out from your smile.
cm 1997
She travels far and wide
in her mind,
hiccupping as she goes.
So polite, so friendly, so full of air
hiccupping as she goes.
She dawdles and evades and
turns inside,
hiccupping as she goes.
CM 1997
A sparkling jewel
hides under
the apple tree.
Tropical vacations
linger longingly in Mattawa.
Roaring, clamoring waterfalls,
rush underneath the pond.
And
Esmeralda silently slips into her chair.
cm 1997
A car, some wheels, a bale of hay
are what come to my mind.
A scruffy mutt, a thoroughbred
are images he carries
A rainy day, dark, dank, mold,
a dungeon he is in.
A place, I see he would much rather be:
with a dentist, pulling his teeth.
cm 1997
A flower growing, blooming showing
what it's made of--
Steel.
CM 1997
Mis Sonrisas
Each day
the sun rises gently,
with a whisper of deference,
and a shudder of
anticipation.
The implicit simplicity of manners
is not lost on the horizon
but beams happily up
from row after row after row after row after row after row...
each shaft of light
reflects a different image
here I see proud, strong, and cooperative,
now silly, sweet and secrective.
There is grinning and slouching
now alert, now drowsy.
Monkey faces, stretch their lips, twist their eyebrows
around their chubby cheeks.
Tappity tap--confused and frustrated: defeated becomes
clear, focused: victorious.
Sullen and silent, cell reorganization, chemical alterations
clear, sure, excitable wow!
Moving from a world of their own,
to my realm,
and back again.
Quite sure they won't miss a thing.
Quite happily, they are one energy.
When, as nature requires, the sun
sets...
I will ache with the wish to have given more to my sonrisas who only
stayed for a day.
CM 1997
J ust find him a plug in, that's his
O nly request as he
S trives to be the very best
H uman that he can be!
H e has an
A cute awareness of what makes
Y esterday and
T oday different, which is the
E ver changing schedule that
R ules his world and mine.
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The hair says it all
when Leigha walks in.
Either it says:
Bow down to my beauty
or
I have to go to the bathroom
or
I am so tired
or
This makes no sense
or
I don't want to read
but
most of the time, it says:
"Leigha is a beautiful princess who communicates with her hair"
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