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My name is Julia and I am 10 years old. I write poetry and other creative writings.
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Saturday, November 27, 2004
DOG! DOG! Dog, dog how did you get a nose that can smell things so good? Is it because a wizard cast a spell on you? Dog, how did you get so much hair? Is it because you glued hair from people? Anyway, why is your nose black and not purple, green, blue, and other different colors? Did you get splashed by black paint? Why? Why? Why can't you tell me anything? Friday, November 19, 2004
WISHES I wish I could have a chocolate of peanut butter, I can hear the crunches and see the brown color like when I am making dirt and i use it as chocolate pudding! I wish I could own a bookstore of books, hear the flipping pages and see the people whispering like at an assembly when we are becoming quiet and you can only hear whispering. My wish is to have a chocolate of peanut butter while owning a bookstore of books and a room of games while hearing crunches, flipping pages, and weird sound effects from games and seeing brown candy, whispering and games (board games and so on) is like me being as happy as possible! Tuesday, November 16, 2004
KENNETH KOCH Knack for poetry Entertaining Notable Natural talent Elated about poetry Tremendous, terrific Hard to match Knowledgeable about rhythm Ode is not what he writes that much Communicates well with children Hypnotizes kids with his imagination. GEORGE W. BUSH Ghastly Empty head Obtuse and offensive Rude rogue Grotesque Eliminate him! Weapons of mass destruction not found! Belligerant Unjust war Shudder to think about him! Harmful to the entire world! This is an acrostic about how horrible Bush is for the world. CHARLES CORNO Cackles a lot Humble Agreeable in class Reasonable in his expectations Lively and likeable Esoteric and essential Smart as a squid Cheerful and civilized Outrageous, open-minded Respectful and responsible Noble Original in teaching This poem is an acrostic that spells out my teacher's name. HOW DOGS GOT THEIR BARK A long time ago dogs used to talk but one day people were playing with a broken radio that made barking noises the dog thought that was bark on a tree and the dog lunged for the radio and swallowed it and only barks came out of its mouth and other dogs are like that! Monday, November 15, 2004
HOW TREE TRUNKS BECAME BROWN There used to be only one tree. There was a storm. It was so muddy the water was brown and the tree drank it and it turned brown because of the muddy water. HOW CATS GOT WHISKERS Cats didn't have whiskers a long time ago. One day a cat was watching girls playing a game with a plastic string. The cat thought it was food and tried to take the string but it got stuck in its face and the cats have whiskers now. THE TIGER I go to the zoo and look at a tiger. Kids are crowding around the cage including me! This tiger is great the way the fur glistens in the sunlight and when it gets wet the fur is smooth and when the tiger shakes his body it seems like sparks are coming from his (or her) fur Look at his eyes so attentive of what is going on and when he (or she) sees his (her) prey he (or she) pounces with the strong legs in an appealing way that makes your mouth hang open so amazed you can hardly move! You can see stripes on the tiger in a weird pattern. There are such wonderful colors, when they are combined together they create this weird image. When the tiger runs it seems like a blur. One thing real cool are their teeth, so shiny and sharp they seem like glitter there are so many you will be amazed and look at your teeth in the mirror and see if your teeth are like the tiger's teeth. When they jump you can see their claws so sharp like the teeth you will probably never cut your nails to see if they will get sharp. The claws are not too big and not too small and don't have so much fur. When you see a tiger it will be the best time of your life! RIVERS The Tigris River reminds me of a tiger who runs along the river The Ganges River reminds me of Huckleberry sneaking out to his gang and playing tricks at night The Darling River reminds me of my Mom calling me darling when I do something good The Mackenzie River reminds me of macaroni and cheese, my favorite food The Missouri river reminds me of where I live. Sunday, November 14, 2004
THE WONDERFUL MUD PUDDLE It has just stopped raining I go outside. Yuck says Mom. Cool I say. Don't you see how wonderful this is. You can see this cool brown color, it's so shiny. When you touch this you feel this very smooth and gooey sensation and it makes you relax. There is one question I want to ask. Why doesn't anybody like this wonderful mud puddle? THE PAINTING IN OUR ROOM Kandinsky's painting that I see is like a big river with swirls ready to suck you in and it is also like there is a bat ready to catch a fish in a middle of a hurricane and also like a mouse running with a knife right behind it with pots and pans and different objects that you use in the kitchen. BAD LUCK I love playing my trumpet and also soccer but I am on crutches I have allergies and my face is red That's one thing that's not amazing I take the elevator at school people treat me different at school I miss lessons for playing the trumpet but taking the elevator at school is amazing since I have crutches I can't play soccer at least my crutches aren't red my arm is very tired because of crutches but there are many advantages about crutches like taking the elevator at school I get to write with a pen that is red a friend can carry my trumpet and there still isn't any soccer it is kind of amazing but it isn't amazing especially my crutches we lost the game in soccer I'm always bored in school no trumpet! my injuries aren't so red but my clothes are red it isn't amazing I still like trumpet I might stop having crutches I'm going to school our team still lost soccer I'm one of the best players in soccer I own a soccer ball that is not red there are problems in school my bad luck is not amazing I don't like crutches and I miss playing trumpet trumpet is great and so is soccer I am on crutches that are not red amazing luck at school *** This poem is true! SHORT POEMS the very delicate tree a hurricane is here hear the rustling leaves the cracker in my hand I drop it the crunchy sound I AM SORRY TO SAY I stole your diary and looked at it you were probably going keep your secrets forever Forgive me your secrets so wonderful I just could not stop reading |