I am writing poems
a day in the life of charles dickens
well at least there will be boiled beef
and mashed potatoes for dinner
and a canopy
with good down comforting
and then the morning constitution
and the ferriwethers are over
to sample henri's best
blackberry jams and
then to the thoughts
Of the others in the gutters
Need and her sisters
That pull at the edges of consciousness
For a scrap at the table
I'll raise my pen to draw them out.
A Day In the Life of a 4th Grade Project
Sticky icky melted hot glue holds the fuchsia straw flowers
Around the sugar cube portico
Adobe mache blocks stuck onto the Styrofoam
Painted smell of model paints, stolen from unfinished projects
Here is the school child vision of the "mission".
From days of St. Carmel, San Juan of Batista, from San Diego,
the footsteps of a Father made his way up the coast.
The due date draws near as sweat drives toothpicks
Into the foam core, built from the garage.
A replica of a system and settling in California past.
4th grade project you must build a mission.
To look into the graveyards of the Native workers
Meeting the ends of their times in
Olive trees and courtyards, life vines plastered now in the effigy.
Pieces of sunflower seeds standing in for the swallows of Capistrano.
As the due date quickly approaches.
A Day In the Life of an Art Teacher
Looking into the glass of Chagall
A fire bird rose and flew
Through the minds that design now
In tissue and wax
Glimpse the vulnerable hopes
In the room of nervous glances
As meanings and misses
Are constructed here on your tables
Lifting into images, the light streaming
Filters you illuminating a few marks
Made by your project interpreters
The lessons look to catch a ride inside mind's time.
Crafting their looking glass today, this child, from waxed tissue and your joyful tears.
A Day In the Life of an Elementary Teacher
A smile lit up my day today going home
As Ashley looked happily to see her new teacher name written up
On the school wall, the new year starting
Cortez, she says blinking at me
I would have lost the bet she couldn't read it
Her summer was good, she says smiling at her second surprise.
I'm her old teacher dragging finally home
After labeling, sorting, cleaning, counting,
Decorating and finding no limits in listing the "to do's"
Ashley smiling and holding the baby that came last year
When I thought she meant she got a new doll.
The day she told everyone in sharing her dog brought a baby home.
Another smile day,
"It" does cry and eat, just like she said that day
When I said tell us what "it" does.....And her name is Crystal
She walked over today, the living doll, sharing a hard little push.
The Fall, A Day in the Life
In the perfection before the Apple
Everyone ran around naked
And spoke to the animals
About the flowers and the bees.
Things were pretty sweet
Then the Apple got bitten
By a couple seeking knowing
So now you are sitting here naked
And embarrassed really
You can't get a thing the apes are saying.
Now you know the garden was precious
Life was always gift and blessing
Reach out your hand then
And touch the face of your God.
Like any man, now at last you know.
A Day in the Life Meaning
You bring to every moment
All that you were
All that you are
A day is
You.
A Day In the Life of Golf
I know a man that can't recall his wedding day
But knows every green he ever approached.
Every rough ever navigated.
Every club has a story, and every story has an eagle.
I know a man that once played a nine holed course
Four times on a stormy afternoon
But somehow forgot his 20th Anniversary.
Making his foursome, but opting to walk over a cart.
I know a man that chases around a small white ball
Seeking a handicap that everyone can envy.
Parring is such sweet, sweet sorrow
A true hole in one, this happy golfing man.
A Day In The Life of A Kitten
Mushy milky
claws scrunchy
climb...up that bed
tumbly down
Look it's there
go get
what, get mushy milky
some that's twisty
mommy
crunchy, oops whoa sniffy
lick, mummm
mummm
mummm
a natural flying
opps
mew mew mew
mew mew
MEW MEW
ummmsoft, tumbly
snoozy, umm soft listening purring
thinking of ....pawsies out pawsies in
mushy milky................little kitty.
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A KITTEN
There was a young kitten from France
Who learned very young how to dance
"Sweet Mister ", she said
As she glanced at his head,
"That hat makes this kitty entranced".
A kitten that came from south France
Learned quickly some interpretive dance
The Provence minstral blowing
Kept cat from plateauing
And so it was dubbed hypnotic trance.
(awful)
Robespierre, Robespierre that cute little kitten over there
Is sure to be your daughter fair
She's also your aunt and cousin we think
And could be niece or some other link
Remember your sister is her mere.
(You old scoundrel kitty with the grey furry hair)
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