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teacher: Mrs. B - Grade 5 (2010-2011)

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Title: 5B - Poetry (03/28/11)
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Article posted May 3, 2011 at 12:21 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 247

 



هرتي البيضاء


 


 


هرتي البيضاء


تركضُ في الحقول ِ الخضراء


تأكل عشرَ حباتٍ في النهار


و تلعبُ بجانبِ النار


هرّتي ، هرّتي أنتِ سعادتي وفرحي


أحبّك ِ وأرعاكِ


كلّ أيام حياتي !


 


 


                                             بقلم الشاّعرة جني شكردجيان

Article posted May 3, 2011 at 12:21 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 247



Article posted March 29, 2011 at 05:37 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 53

Warm reassuring hands

Grasped my shoulders

I do not understand

What do they want to do?



A gentle pat on my back

Is coming from its palm

Now I know what they want to do

They want me to be calm



With the hands is where

I want to stay

But near the clear blue water

I want to be away



I didn't want to seem afraid

Because I was not

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath

A surprise was what I got



I floated at the surface;

The water was extraordinarily clear

Although the salt had scorched my eyes

The water was pure and mere







Article posted March 29, 2011 at 05:37 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 53



Article posted March 28, 2011 at 05:43 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 52

2+2=4

Mesopotamians invented the wheel

Are all the facts

We learn at school

100% real?



What if 2+2 were vector numbers?

Then answer could be anything

What if what the archeologists found

Was just an oversized ring?



If you think of things this way

You’ll agree with me here:

All the facts we learn at school

Should be 100% clear

Article posted March 28, 2011 at 05:43 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 52



Article posted March 28, 2011 at 05:43 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 50

For helping and caring

For listening too

For tolerating and sharing

100 times

I’ll thank you



For patience and friendship

For empathy as well

For honesty and respectfulness

100 times

I’ll say that you’re swell



For not teasing or cheating

Or telling a lie

To be like you

100 times

I’ll try

Article posted March 28, 2011 at 05:43 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 50



Article posted April 4, 2011 at 04:07 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 48

My brother drank Tabasco sauce

He did it; I don’t know why

He sat staring at it on the table

Then I heard him scream and cry



My brother drank Tabasco sauce

The stuff I wouldn’t like to taste

After the incident

He cooled his mouth with toothpaste



My brother drank Tabasco sauce

Maybe he was dared

As soon as he finished drinking

His ears steamed and his eyes flared



My brother drank Tabasco sauce

His eyes were as red as fire

He dunked his head in a tub filled with ice

As his temperature rose higher



My brother drank Tabasco sauce

The whole bottle down his throat

The moment the last drop fell in

He bleated like a goat



My brother drank Tabasco sauce

The reason remains a mystery

This event was remembered for a couple of years But now his silliness is history



Note: My brother did not actually do this

Article posted April 4, 2011 at 04:07 PM GMT0 • comment • Reads 48



Article posted April 8, 2011 at 10:39 AM GMT0 • comment • Reads 108

I fell on my bum

And then I went nuts

The bruise was so big

The bruise was so wide

It hurt so much

That it felt like a spike

I went to the doctor and I tried everything

But all he said was “we can’t do anything.”

When I went to school

All I heard were laughs

They were talking about my big puffy pants

I went to the pharmacy and bought a medicine

Which was called: “I can heal anything”

I drank a pill and waited a little

And when I looked at my bum

It was all wrinkled

That’s when I thought there was no way out

Until I stapled my bum

And all the air went out.

Article posted April 8, 2011 at 10:39 AM GMT0 • comment • Reads 108



Article posted April 6, 2011 at 08:09 AM GMT0 • comment • Reads 106

 



Why


Why do I think?


Why do I study?


Why do I see?


Why do I love?


Coming from my heart


Coming from my brain


Why do I have such organs?


Oh God please tell me why?


Why can’t I fly?


Why can’t I shoot my self?


 And not die


Why can’t I clime a building?


Without any gear


Why!!!!Why can’t I=http://=http://

Article posted April 6, 2011 at 08:09 AM GMT0 • comment • Reads 106



Article posted April 6, 2011 at 07:54 AM GMT0 • comment • Reads 61

Gorgeous Nature



On the leaf lands the bee

Looking around at the tree



Looking here looking there

There are trees everywhere



The sun rising up

Lighting all the sky



Trees will grow up

Forming a gorgeous land



Birds in the sky

Flocking and not shy



Bees flying everywhere

Carrying the pollen cheerful there



Butterflies fly in the air going

To their mothers for care



Life is joyful when you are there

If you’re not it’s like a nightmare



People go there to be healed

Forget depression and their fear



You can go there to have fun

Watch the stars and the sun.

By: Melissa Barakat.



Article posted April 6, 2011 at 07:54 AM GMT0 • comment • Reads 61



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