Backpack is full?
It will not zip?
Too many books?
It's gonna rip.
Out goes Math,
English book, too.
Science stays home,
Does it zip? Phew!
Your backpack's flat -
Easy to zip.
Just don't tell teacher
About my helpful tip.
Toolin' Dad
Trigger the drill,
Find the bit.
I need Dad's help
To finish my kit.
Dad swings hammer
And turns wrench.
With his tools
He fixes my bench.
At fixing things
I'm a zero.
Dad + tools
Is my hero.
Find the bit.
I need Dad's help
To finish my kit.
Dad swings hammer
And turns wrench.
With his tools
He fixes my bench.
At fixing things
I'm a zero.
Dad + tools
Is my hero.
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Trash Day
*Squeal*
*Roar*
The trash truck
Came and went.
Our can is full
And incredibly bent.
It's still sitting
Next to the house.
I forgot it was trash day -
I feel like a louse.
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Under Couch Cleaning
Under couch cleaning
A chore Mom shirks.
In that small, dark space
Mysterious stuff lurks.
Mom's ready to clean -
I help, I'm no slouch.
We'll clear that debris
From under the couch.
We find dust bunnies,
And dog chew toys.
Ponytail holders,
Comic books for boys.
Plus last year's Math test,
The sock I'm searching for.
Mom's silver earring,
A dried apple core.
It's clean under there -
A debris-free floor.
Ended up to be
An interesting chore.
A chore Mom shirks.
In that small, dark space
Mysterious stuff lurks.
Mom's ready to clean -
I help, I'm no slouch.
We'll clear that debris
From under the couch.
We find dust bunnies,
And dog chew toys.
Ponytail holders,
Comic books for boys.
Plus last year's Math test,
The sock I'm searching for.
Mom's silver earring,
A dried apple core.
It's clean under there -
A debris-free floor.
Ended up to be
An interesting chore.
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Heat Is On
With a click,
And a whir,
I feel heat -
No more burr.
Heat flows to
My bedroom.
Out of bed
I now zoom.
Face the day,
I won't mope.
I am warm.
I can cope.
And a whir,
I feel heat -
No more burr.
Heat flows to
My bedroom.
Out of bed
I now zoom.
Face the day,
I won't mope.
I am warm.
I can cope.
Everyday
Everyday
the blank page
stares at me.
It challenges me
to create,
to compose,
to produce
a poem.
Any poem
that has
heart,
humor,
coherence.
Everyday
I face
the possibility
that
I won't
be able
to do it.
But
I
do.
Life
provides me
with the fodder
I need -
then
I take the time,
muster my courage,
and
write.
Everyday.
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Writing Life
Parrots in the Tree (in OC)
Parrots in the tree,
A deafening cacophony.
Parrots in the tree,
A flock, wild and free.
Parrots in the tree,
Flashes of bright green.
Parrots in the tree,
Craziest thing I've ever seen.
A deafening cacophony.
Parrots in the tree,
A flock, wild and free.
Parrots in the tree,
Flashes of bright green.
Parrots in the tree,
Craziest thing I've ever seen.
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The Power of a Shower
Before
I shower
my odor is sour
and
I look dour.
My brother
glowers
as he
towers.
I cower
and
run
to the shower.
I wash
over an hour
then
use powder
and
come out
smelling like a flower.
It's
the power
of
a shower.
Car Trouble
clatter
clank
Dad's hopes for driving shrank.
tinker
poke
Something in his car broke.
rumble
clunk
Is Dad's car now junk?
tools
time
Soon it will be fine.
parts
fixative
Dad repairs with explicative.
Lost Library Book
Around the house I look,
For my lost library book.
In the cushions of the couch?
In my backpack's outer pouch?
In the car on the floor?
Behind my bedroom door?
I feel like I have committed a crime,
When I have to pay an overdue fine.
Wait, what's that lump in my bed?
Going to the library I no longer dread.
For my lost library book.
In the cushions of the couch?
In my backpack's outer pouch?
In the car on the floor?
Behind my bedroom door?
I feel like I have committed a crime,
When I have to pay an overdue fine.
Wait, what's that lump in my bed?
Going to the library I no longer dread.
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Martin's Words
Martin's words were...
big
bold
brave
Martin used his words...
to converse
to challenge
to change
Martin's words...
altered thinking
adjusted attitudes
amended laws
I appreciate Martin's words...
Happy Martin Luther King, Jr. Day!
A Poem in the Morning
A poem in the morning -
Isn't always easy to make up.
A poem in the morning -
Especially if I haven't woken up.
A poem in the morning -
Often written before the sun.
A poem in the morning -
Is still a lot of fun.
Isn't always easy to make up.
A poem in the morning -
Especially if I haven't woken up.
A poem in the morning -
Often written before the sun.
A poem in the morning -
Is still a lot of fun.
Tooth Ache
My tooth hurts -
I bit down on something hard.
My tooth hurts -
A popcorn kernel or carrot shard?
My tooth hurts -
I want this ache to end.
My tooth hurts -
An ache only the dentist can mend?
I bit down on something hard.
My tooth hurts -
A popcorn kernel or carrot shard?
My tooth hurts -
I want this ache to end.
My tooth hurts -
An ache only the dentist can mend?
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Pajamas to School
Pajamas to school
Is all I have left to wear.
Do you think teacher will notice
If I bring my teddy bear?
My slippers do scuffle
As I shuffle down the hall.
I'll wear PJ's just for today -
Then go shopping at the mall.
Is all I have left to wear.
Do you think teacher will notice
If I bring my teddy bear?
My slippers do scuffle
As I shuffle down the hall.
I'll wear PJ's just for today -
Then go shopping at the mall.
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Moonlit Walk
I walk to the bus stop
By the light of the moon.
With each shadowed step,
I hope the sun will rise soon.
I started the school year
Walking in bright sunlight.
At this point in winter,
It is dark as night.
By the light of the moon.
With each shadowed step,
I hope the sun will rise soon.
I started the school year
Walking in bright sunlight.
At this point in winter,
It is dark as night.
Filter
Mom says to filter
What I say when I speak.
Like that Baby has a rash
On his diapered cheek.
Or about Grandpa
And how he used up Dad's wood -
Oops, I told you!
At this filtering, I'm not very good.
What I say when I speak.
Like that Baby has a rash
On his diapered cheek.
Or about Grandpa
And how he used up Dad's wood -
Oops, I told you!
At this filtering, I'm not very good.
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Little Helper
I love to help around the house,
Mom mostly likes it too.
Except when she doesn't -
Like the time I dyed the wash blue.
I sorted the clothes into piles -
By size, not by color.
Everything came out blueish-gray -
The shade of denim, only duller.
Now when I offer to help Mom
She gives her head a shake.
"I've got the laundry covered,
Go help your Daddy rake."
Mom mostly likes it too.
Except when she doesn't -
Like the time I dyed the wash blue.
I sorted the clothes into piles -
By size, not by color.
Everything came out blueish-gray -
The shade of denim, only duller.
Now when I offer to help Mom
She gives her head a shake.
"I've got the laundry covered,
Go help your Daddy rake."
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Daddy's Glasses
Daddy wears his reading glasses
On a cord around his neck.
If he doesn't have them,
Printed words look like specks.
Sometimes he forgets where they are -
"Where are they? What the heck?"
You should see his face when I point out
They're hanging around his neck.
On a cord around his neck.
If he doesn't have them,
Printed words look like specks.
Sometimes he forgets where they are -
"Where are they? What the heck?"
You should see his face when I point out
They're hanging around his neck.
Talking with my Hands
When I speak
I use my hands.
Gesturing both
Gesturing both
Small and grand.
With my hands
I do the talking -
Both whispering
Both whispering
And squawking.
I express
So much more
When my hands
Swoop and soar.
Big Exam
I study,
I cram.
Today I have
My big exam.
Do I pick A
Or maybe C?
None of the above
Or answer D?
My mind is blank.
I thought I knew
Some answers -
At least a few.
Essay questions,
Short answers, too?
My brain is fizzled.
Now I'm through.
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How I Scored a Trampoline
I jump, jump, jump
Until I bump, bump, bump
My head, head, head
On the bed, bed, bed
I cry, cry, cry
Mom decides to buy, buy, buy
A real trampoline, -line, -line
For her jumping-bean, -bean, bean
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Movie Nights
Movie nights = popcorn bites
I laugh and munch,
I laugh and munch,
I cry and crunch.
Popcorn's gone,
I yawn.
Brush my teeth -
above and beneath.
Now well fed,
I'm a sleepyhead.
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Home from Vacation
Home from vacation
And all through the house
Are messes to be cleaned -
But none from a mouse.
Rugs to vacuum,
Kitchen to scrub.
I remember the good times,
While I soap the tub.
And all through the house
Are messes to be cleaned -
But none from a mouse.
Rugs to vacuum,
Kitchen to scrub.
I remember the good times,
While I soap the tub.
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New Year Resolution
This New Year
I resolve
To grow, learn,
And evolve.
I'll stay me -
Only sweeter.
Do as I'm told
And be neater.