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Made by 2 brothers a mom and a dad

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On the book Ish

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Charlie & Michael Peom!!!

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Color

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Mrs.A is pretty great
Bad grammar is what she really hates

She can be nice or as cold as ice

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There was a new teacher from France
How liked to sing and yell chants
The principal came in
When she was doing a spin
Then she broke into a crazy brake dance

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This is a haiku about redwood trees.

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THeRe WaS a GuY NaMeD PHiL
HiS BRoTHeR’S NaMe WaS BiLL
PHiL’S LeG WaS aLWaYS STiFF
So He FeLL oFF a CLiFF

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Sun light shinning bright
Glistening all over the earth
Giving life it’s light

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WaVeS CoLLiDe oN LaND
SuN RaYS ReFLeCT THe BLue Sea
Sea GuLLS SoaR SKYWaRD

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Zara

Misguiding,self caring,self hating

Others loving,others caring

Me...out of the picture.

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Not exactly a diamond but whatever.

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There once was a dude named Bob
He was a very fat slob
He went very crazy
His brain was so hazy
He fell on his face like a blob

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A braslet let holds me to you
A bracelet holds you to me

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Sorry its more of a stop sign poem

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CJ ow CJ you have fun every day like playing Granny on the bus with Kay Charlae but every day when you walks in the class door no more fun CJ you thinks its a bore.

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Ice cream delicious
Hot fun in the swimming pool
Freedom in the sun

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Fast as a rocket
Energetic as lightning
Wonderful to be around
High knight Mave

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There were some real Spanish kids
They banged and clanged big metal lids
They hated their school
And tried to look cool
So they jumped on a plane to Madrid

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O little puddle
O my perfect puddle
O how perfect she is
My puddle

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Red
Bright,dark
Illuminating,burning,fighting
Exploding,calming,soothing,dark
Crashing,bashing,smashing
Light, restless
Blue

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DaYs and nIghts Of,
AnnOyAncE,

sAdnEss And,

pAIn

EvErydAy A nEw stOry
Of fEAr
And,
UnhappInEss

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Majestic, tall, strong
stretching across horizon
green, reaching branches

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Spring treasurers dancing
Colorful fragile silk
Swaying snap good by

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There once was a goldfish named Bob.
When he ate he was a big slob.
Pushed out of his bowl,
Into a manhole,
He became a humongous blob.

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A smile says a lot

Are you happy

I am happy

Let’s be happy

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Some more structured forms of poetry.  We have been talking about rhyme schemes, meter, word choice, and syllables.  Now we'll try using what we've learned to write some Clerihews, Limericks, Diamante, and Haiku poems.

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Some more structured forms of poetry.  We have been talking about rhyme schemes, meter, word choice, and syllables.  Now we'll try using what we've learned to write some Clerihews, Limericks, Diamante, and Haiku poems.

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My good friends name is gigi

She loves drinking tea with me
What’s her name , one more time
Gigi gege gygy if she can’t can’t spell it neither can I

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Chris Boswell was pretty great,
he kicks it high and very straight.
But when he needs to put it though,
he slips and trips on his own shoe!

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I know a dude named CJ
He has never liked Mondays.
He always wears his white sweater
But we all say “whatever.”

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I have a friend named will
I wish he focused still
In book club he gets of track
I really wish he’d just get on back

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This is my clerihew on Mrs. Anselmo

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Crazy
Evil
And disobedient
My little brother
Runs down the hallway
Suddenly, he turns towards me
Runs over
and gives me a hug

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sometimes poets can create beautiful poems by thinking about a person. Reading and writing about other people can help us understand ourselves.

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Sometimes poets can create beautiful poems by thinking about a person. Reading and writing about other people can help us understand ourselves. Who will inspire a poem? What will you write about that inspirational person?

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I, Christmas tree
Spiky, sky-high, adorned with ornaments

Talk of the neighborhood

Lover of presents, tinsel, colorful lights

I feel attractive, comforting, important

I need water, ornaments, importance

I fear after Christmas, losing needles, falling over

I would like to see TV, presents, Santa

I belong to Santa

Merry Christmas !!!!!!

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I,sled
Zip,whip,slide,and glide

King of speed lover of hills icy and snowy
I feel restless,energized,and determined

I need hills,courses,and speed
I fear slush,grass,and leaves

I am one with slick surfaced mountainous hills
I belong to no one this is my clame to fame as a sled

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Snow soft cold damp disappears
Snow treasures snowballs snow angels
Snow feels powerful
Snow needs ice to heart all that threaten it
Snow’s  fritend of the snow plouse the enemy of the snow
Snow always wanted to see fall spring and summer
The ruler of snow is the snowman the CREATER.

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I am the immaculate evergreen
Flush, vivid ,alive ,sturdy
Lover of my beauty , my leaf barring friends, and my immortal needles
Who feels lonley, sorry, melancholy
Who needs gratitude, affection, and companionship
Who fears becoming selfish,loosing sanity,and most of all the parish of my friends
Who would like to see my valiant friends , I would like to see leafs were my needles are so I can be together with them no matter alive or in hibernation
Hello! I am here , whith you now ! I would say
But a ‘las I can not.

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I snow

Frigid gray and miserable

Lover of the north ice and cold

Who feels lonesome and gloomy

Who needs some one to want it

Who feels sun warmth and love

Who would like to see little children apreasheate me

I belong to winter

Cold