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Article posted March 20, 2012 at 03:18 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 358

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Eating right


Is to you and your family.


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Our Oroweat Whole Grains Bread


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Article posted March 20, 2012 at 03:18 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 358



Article posted April 9, 2012 at 07:06 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 57

A sink without liquid

A mom without a kid

A bed without a mattress

A restaurant without a waitress,



A person without hair

A truth without a dare

A face without eyes

A shoe without ties,



A Hayley without a Cameron

A river without Salmon

Clothes without a body

Good without a naughty.

Article posted April 9, 2012 at 07:06 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 57



Article posted April 17, 2012 at 03:18 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 40

I wish

That I was a Hat .

For people to show me off.

To be an Team logo.

To be cool colors.

And to be a flat bill.

Article posted April 17, 2012 at 03:18 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 40



Article posted May 15, 2012 at 05:41 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 43

Sneakily passed the lasers into the bank

BOOM

EeeeE must escape up the building on the roof

Thud, Batman looks

Click, click

Swish, swish, swish

The batarang hit the revolvers from the criminals



The light shone at the tied burglars

Disappearing, Batman peers down from roofs of Gotham

Article posted May 15, 2012 at 05:41 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 43



Article posted March 31, 2012 at 12:21 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 67

It has:

golf ball eyes

basketball head

football feet

bench bar legs

soccer ball thighs

swimming arms

horse shoe smile

mini football eyebrows

hockey puck fingers

lacrosse ball toes

yoga ball belly

hockey stick body

bike belly nose

runner shoes ears

Frisbee hair

Article posted March 31, 2012 at 12:21 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 67



Article posted April 23, 2012 at 06:12 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 56

I wish

I was in England

Just one step closer

To Menwith Hill

Where I could see my friends



I wish

I was in Ripley

Right on the door step of Mill Garden

Just footsteps away from the bakery and home

Where I would walk down the trail without a care



I wish

I was in Knaresborough

Right next to the Nippy Chippy

I would get my food and go

Back to Ripley with my dad and dog

Article posted April 23, 2012 at 06:12 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 56



Article posted April 7, 2012 at 10:39 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 54

We are like trees

We must bear fruit of Christ

And resist the hatchet of sin

It will temp us in the ways

But you must spread the root

And become rooted in holy ground

You must not fall a stray

And become the home of termites

You must stay strong in the rock

And not falter in the ways

Of the lord

Article posted April 7, 2012 at 10:39 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 54



Article posted April 23, 2012 at 10:16 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 52

Red is the feeling after you laugh so much your face is hot

Red is the taste of a new package of Twizzlers

Red is the smell of fresh cut of roses

Red is the feeling of a warm hug

Red sounds like the microwave beeping

Red feels like after you have been embarrassed

Red looks like beautiful Christmas decorations

Red taste like a newly picked apple

Red looks like a sweater grandma knitted

Red is the sound of a fire truck alarm

Red smells like a camp fire in the woods

Red is the taste of a box of chocolates from Valentine’s Day

Red is the smell of sweet perfume

Red sounds like cracking knuckles

Red is the feeling of the warm sun shining down on you

Red looks like the eraser of the tip of your pencil

Red is the color of after you fell and scrapped your knee

Red is the taste of warm crème soup

Article posted April 23, 2012 at 10:16 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 52



Article posted March 18, 2012 at 11:05 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 54

In the green and black box.



The round disc placed.



On the big black screen above.



The man fights the evil.



With the guns ablazing.



To kill the zombie lurking.



To be the most powerful fighter.

Article posted March 18, 2012 at 11:05 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 54



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 05:24 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 48

Purple



Purple is the mountain majesty

Purple is the lavender smell

Purple is the taste of grape juice

Purple is the color of royalty

Purple is the color of the flowers in the summer

Purple is a butterfly's wing

Purple is the color of enchantment

Purple is the color violet

Purple is the wall in my room

Purple is the color of a bruise

Purple is the color of awareness

Purple is my favorite color

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 05:24 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 48



Article posted May 6, 2012 at 07:41 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 59

 



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Silence


 


Silence is the feeling of great achievement


in


quieting everyone down to the state of a short roar.


 


Silence is soothing


_


and needed.


 


_


Silence never gets on


_


your nerves because there’s nothing that disturbs.

Article posted May 6, 2012 at 07:41 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 59



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 03:28 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 37

White is…

Nothing.

It is not even a color.

White is…

The color of clouds.

But they are just air and water.

White is…

The color of this paper.

But no one cares about the paper.

Just the words.

White is…

The color of the door

Which is just there to keep you from something better.

So white is…

The color that means absolutely nothing and is not even a real color.

Alec 2/26/12

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 03:28 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 37



Article posted March 19, 2012 at 02:17 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 52

Snow

white, sparkling

something to play with when your board

cold, friendly

snow

Article posted March 19, 2012 at 02:17 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 52



Article posted April 2, 2012 at 03:42 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 49

I wrote about a tea monster for my monster poem for the poetry collection. I LOVE TEA!!! hahaha I am actually drinking ice tea right now! hahaha



“The Tea Monster”



The tea monster has woken up,

And is now following you,

With its slimy, green tea legs,

That’s made out of green tea and slime,

It walks with you everywhere.

It loves to drink tea,

Including sweet tea, lemon tea, green tea,

Bubble tea, chai tea, black tea,

Iced tea, oolong tea, and even herbal tea!!

But beware,

He had once lived with a witch,

And he knows how to make a potion,

That will indeed make you a tea monster too!

Then you have to roam around,

Looking for different teas so that you stay alive,

And obsessing over tea, and only tea!

So stay away from the tea monsters because,

THEY ARE DANGEROUS!!!





Article posted April 2, 2012 at 03:42 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 49



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 06:25 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 50

Orange is the rising summer sun,

Orange is a blooming flower.

Orange is the feeling of simply knowing

That you have all the power.



Orange is a sweet and tangy scent,

Orange is a brand new song.

Orange is the thought that guides us all

And tells us right from wrong.



Orange is the courage that a lion has,

Orange is a bright, happy spirit.

Orange is the light of a brand new day.

You have no reason to fear it.



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 06:25 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 50



Article posted April 8, 2012 at 05:49 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 50

So my favorite food is a burger, so I dedicated this poem to my taste buds.

I WISH

I wish I was a delicious burger

Full of lettuce, tomato, and pickles

Topped off with crispy angus bacon

Dripping with wonderful juices.

Article posted April 8, 2012 at 05:49 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 50



Article posted April 5, 2012 at 02:58 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 58

I wish

I was a star

up high in the sky

shining so bright

but still so far

but all eyes

are on me

I wish

I was a cloud

pure and clean

fluffy and moist

and with many feelings

I wish

I was a bird

able to fly

and sore and live...

so freely

I wish

I was thunder

loud and fearless

yet still feared

and mighty in the sky

I wish

I was a star

all eyes on me

Article posted April 5, 2012 at 02:58 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 58



Article posted May 10, 2012 at 07:47 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47

Horses

Down in the pasture

Near the barn

Past the large forest

Below the saddle

above their trotting feet

in the large arena

among the dirt, roll, roll, and roll again

up again, GALLOP!!

Among horses

with sweet souls

around friends

along the grassy hills

at the horse barn.

Article posted May 10, 2012 at 07:47 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47



Article posted March 22, 2012 at 07:51 PM GMT-7 • comment (1) • Reads 56

Apple Pie



The best tasting pie ever

Warm

Freshly baked out of the oven, yum



Chunky

Sweet

Delicious



Cinnimon and sugar



A scoop of ice cream

A good warm and cool sensation

Article posted March 22, 2012 at 07:51 PM GMT-7 • comment (1) • Reads 56



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 06:15 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 63

One of my best poems I think was Forever young

“Forever Young”

I am an old tree

That only few have seen

That only some have talked to

I am a teddy bear

In need of a hug

In need of a warm shoulder

I am a soldier

A fighter

A winner

I am an old painting

Many have bought

Few who actually take the time to see what it’s worth

I am an old friend

Not forgotten

I am a free soul.

Article posted March 21, 2012 at 06:15 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 63



Article posted March 19, 2012 at 07:08 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 93

 



Blame game



 



You know it didn’t happen that way



But you still want to play.



The Blame Game is easy.



But to you, it might sound cheesy.



Just do something wrong.



And point the blame to someone else, you’ll feel real strong.



Hit the x on someone else



Maybe Libby, or maybe Chelse.



You know it didn’t happen that way,



But keep playing, it’s ok.



But let me be the one to say.



There will be a day when you pay.



Not every game ends well.



And not every game is swell.



There is a price



When you live with mice.



It just can’t go any other way.



Fast approaches does that day.



You know things didn’t end like that.



But they are the mice, and you are the cat.



Just make a mess.



And don’t confess.



This game is simply the best.



Before you choose to play,



Are you ready for the price you’ll pay?



For things still can turn around.



And one day you will be found.



 



By Kacie



Grade 7



 



well, we all know how the blame game works, right? never do it. it turns back on you like a wild dog. at first it's all sweet and then it gets all mean and bites you. perfect game isn't it?

Article posted March 19, 2012 at 07:08 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 93



Article posted March 26, 2012 at 11:41 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47

Black

Black

Black is the feeling of being scared

Night is as black is the soul after a crime

Black is the sound of a terrified scream

Fire burning is the smell of black

Black is the taste of lickerish in your mouth

Black is the smell of a creepy house

Black is the feeling of looking at a dead flower

After a huge explosion is the color of black

Black is the feeling of smoke in your eyes

Black is the look of nature burning

Black is the color of a horrible accident

And black is the color of terror and fear

Article posted March 26, 2012 at 11:41 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47



Article posted May 11, 2012 at 09:41 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 56

I ‘m excited

Not angry

Not overly excited

Not the most excited since the first time when I found out we were going to Disney World

Excited that my birthday is coming up

Excited that I will be in 8th grade soon

Excited that my family gets season passes to Elitches

Article posted May 11, 2012 at 09:41 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 56



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 02:19 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 56

Warm soft fluffy

Squirming barking panting

There are my soft yellow black and chocolate puppies

Article posted March 21, 2012 at 02:19 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 56



Article posted April 2, 2012 at 03:40 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 43

RIPLEY

Ripley,

Black, furry,

Barking, licking, cuddling,

Loving and being loved back,

Ripley 



HORSE

Beneath the blue sky,

Behind the shed,

Around the field,

Inside the stall,

Up in the hayloft,

With the barn cats,

Among the herd,

Near his companions,

At the big red barn,

Within the dry shelter,

Past the little pond,

Between the many apple trees,

By the cool, trickling brook,

In the flowery meadow,

Under the shady trees.



THE TERRIFYING MONSTER OF ALL THINGS EDIBLE

The Terrifying Monster of All Things Edible has…

Large, beady Skittles for eyes,

A giant, toothy grin of candy-corn,

Spaghetti noodle hair,

And a huge meatball nose,

Long spindly licorice fingers,

And a maraschino cherry on each finger tip,

Its feet are floppy pieces of pizza,

Its head is a large watermelon,

While it’s torso is twisted cotton candy,

Its limbs are rolled up tortillas,

And when it drools, outcomes melted cheddar cheese,

Its ears are made of broccoli stalks,

The horns on its head are yellow bananas.

CAUTION:

MAY GIVE EXTREME BELLY ACHES!!!

Article posted April 2, 2012 at 03:40 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 43



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 03:53 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 59

Here are 2  poems I wrote for my poetry packet.



 



In the Middle


I’m neutral


Not happy


Not sad


Not as emotionless as a stone


Just in the middle


Nothing to be glad about


Nothing to be sad about


Just neutral


 


Limitless Infuriation


I’m enraged


Not angry


Not displeased


Not like I’m ever going to forget


I’ve become so provoked


I’ve become so irritated


That there are no bounds to my irate infuriation


 

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 03:53 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 59



Article posted April 7, 2012 at 06:11 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 52

In the bamboo filled forest

against the trees on the damp soil

below the big leaves

around the corner near the berry bushes

around all the happy animals

in the cold pond

below the tall trees

with bamboo in its mouth

along the graveled path

in the great big China

without making a sound

with all the other pandas.

Article posted April 7, 2012 at 06:11 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 52



Article posted March 21, 2012 at 04:10 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 52

One morning my mom and I were reading the Denver Post and so we read the topic for the next week's haiku and I later won the following week and this is my poem.



Denver Post haiku

Mom forces me to listen

Tuesday's agony

by Evan

age 10

[LINK]

Article posted March 21, 2012 at 04:10 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 52



Article posted April 2, 2012 at 07:39 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 46

Here is a poem from enrichment called "Useless Things"



Pop without corn

A unicorn without a horn

Airplanes without air

Dragons without a lair



A clock without time

Drama without a mime

A mountain without a top

A mess without a mop



A jockey without a horse

An obstacle without a course

A building without walls

Life without malls!

Article posted April 2, 2012 at 07:39 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 46



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 02:12 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 45

On Saturday mornings


It's easy waking up


The fresh morning air


Calls out to you


The sun illuminates the house


 


You sit in the warm, radiant sunlight


As the yummilicious smell of bacon greets your nose


Dad finishes making breakfast


And a stack of syrup-covered pancakes


Is placed in front of you


 


Relaxing, laid-back Saturdays follow 


your beautiful Saturday morning 


Eating some more delicious bacon


Listening to sweet piano music


That fills your ears with lovely sound


 

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 02:12 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 45



Article posted April 4, 2012 at 03:04 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 49

The sport monster has:

A basketball for a head

Golf clubs for limbs

Footballs for hands

Golf tees for fingers

Shoulder pads for a chest

And a tackle pad for a stomach

Baseball gloves for feet

And for toes more golf tees.

As you can see this monster is super sporty.

Article posted April 4, 2012 at 03:04 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 49



Article posted May 6, 2012 at 11:40 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 49

Red.

Red is the feeling of spice,

Red is the taste of fire.

Red is the color for people not nice,

Red is your face with a flat tire.

Red is your hearts in video games,

Red is the color of demons eyes.

Red is the color you see with pain,

Red are the spots on some ties.

Red is the color of my favorite shirt,

Red is the feeling of a rose peddle.

Red is the color of flowers on dirt,

Red are your cheeks with a golden meddle.

Red.

Article posted May 6, 2012 at 11:40 AM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 49



Article posted March 27, 2012 at 03:42 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 49

 



I wish


          I was someone or something could EVER be


          Only I could be


          Something so unique, something so special


          Maybe only I could see


          Maybe I am already that special


          One of a kind, just me

Article posted March 27, 2012 at 03:42 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 49



Article posted March 19, 2012 at 05:50 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 55

My Bedroom!



Quiet and peaceful. It is very wonderful.

Colorful.

It has the colors light blue, green, and white.



So cute,

Like for a middle schooler, but note babyish.

Somewhat big,



Bigger than my sister's room, but nice and cozy.

My friends love it.

..........

And so do I=http://











Article posted March 19, 2012 at 05:50 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 55



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 08:18 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 84

Purple.

Purple is the main color of the Minnesota Vikings.

Purple is the smell of a lilac bush.

Purple is one of the colors in a Columbine Flower.

Purple is the sound of a thunderstorm.

Purple is the feeling of a light breeze.

Purple is the taste of chips and dip.

Purple is the sound of a violin.

Purple is the color of Pikes Peak.

Purple is the feeling of melting snow.

Purple is the smell of curtains.

Purple is the taste of cranberry sauce.

Purple is the color of blinds on a window.

Purple is the sound of people walking on wet grass.

Purple is the feeling of warm water.

Purple is the taste of a pear.

Purple is the sound of bugs at night.

And purple is a color that’s smooth and smells fresh.



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 08:18 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 84



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 08:25 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47

Bugs

Small, creepy

Running, jumping, biting

Sucking your blood

Bugs

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 08:25 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47



Article posted March 23, 2012 at 03:42 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 63

Dreams seem like they take a lot of time

They are only seconds and minutes

When you wake up from dreams you are happy

When I wake up sometimes I cry

I cry because of good dreams, I know they won't happen and it sends me to tears

You can dream about a party with sparkles and glitter

You can be a huge destructive monster truck

I think you can be anthing because after all they are yours

When you wake up though, that's when you can make your dreams happen

Article posted March 23, 2012 at 03:42 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 63



Article posted March 24, 2012 at 02:53 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 65

Red is the feeling of warmth in your cheeks when you get embarassed

It is the knowing of something wonderful that makes you want to smile and jump

Red is the taste of the best steak you have ever had

It is when your friends know how you are feeling and they know what to do

Red is the sound of people being together and having fun

It is the feeling of your favorite shirt or shoes

Red is the color of that super cute new bikini you got from Volcom

It is the sound of people partying and singing, maybe even dancing

Red is the appreciation for life and everything in it even when it's bad

It is the experience of maybe having a borken heart but moving on

Red is the single thing that makes you who you are and that makes you different from everyone around you

Article posted March 24, 2012 at 02:53 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 65



Article posted April 2, 2012 at 06:11 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 48

 



!You! 


 


Love cannot be healed.


That is why I keep my lips sealed.


But without you


My heart will would split in two.


You will never want me


So maybe this just isn’t meant to be.


 


I believe in forecast for the weather,


But not when we are together.


But when you leave me…


…you will see


I love you


And you should love me too.


 


My whole world spins,


Maybe all im doing is making more sins.


I will never change the way I feel


Even after a meal.


One plus one is two…


…and all I can think about is you!

Article posted April 2, 2012 at 06:11 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 48



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 03:01 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 58

A Monster of a Car



With a plastic body



And only three wheels



It has one wheel in the front



 And two in the back



It is a menace



 



It perpetually flips



Yet still quite popular



It can be put right side up



With the slightest of ease



By kind people around



 



It barely hits eighty



But wheelies daily



It costs more than a Mini



It can be stopped without mobbin’



It’s the Reliant Robin

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 03:01 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 58



Article posted May 1, 2012 at 08:09 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 43

I am from bandages, from Band-Aids and love. I am from the family romm fire place (warm and cozy) I am from the raspberry bush, the red and luscious plant. I am from the Candy Bar Game and singing around the campire.



I am from the teasing and kindness, from "time for dinner" and "clean-up time" I am from that sweet sweet place with its tall steeple and green grass. The place with nice people and inspirational lessons,one of the places that holds my memories.



I am from Colorado Springs, juice and Ricolas. From the stapled toungs and sliced leg. I am from those scrapbooks that hold those I love most, and the moments beyond them that took my breath away.

Article posted May 1, 2012 at 08:09 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 43



Article posted April 4, 2012 at 03:48 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 65

Fun



People Running



People Laughing



People Hugging



Joy



People Caring



People Celebrating



People Cheering



Life



People Living



People Breating



People Dying



Fun

Article posted April 4, 2012 at 03:48 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 65



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 03:32 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47

Cocker Spaniel



My silky cocker spaniel



My silky, adorable cocker spaniel



My silky, addorable, pleasant cocker spaniel



My silky, adorable, pleasant, tiny cocker spaniel



My silky, adorable, pleasant, tiny, sweet cocker spaniel



My silky, adorable, pleasant, tiny, sweet, cuddly cocker spaniel



My cocker spaniel



 

Article posted March 20, 2012 at 03:32 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 47



Article posted March 20, 2012 at 06:21 PM GMT-7 • comment • Reads 60