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Up

Up, it will grow leaves.

Up, it will now get stronger.

Up, almost adult.

Up, it is taller.

Up, it’s even larger now.

Up, it’s almost tall.

Up, it’s still going.

Up, it is fairly tall now.

Up, it is now tall.

Up, it’s still going,

Up, soaring above others,

Up, it is so tall.

Up, passes small trees.

Up, it is very large now.

Up, to the sunlight.

Up, it's ginormous.

Up, it soars above people.

Up, and it still goes.

Up, embrace the mighty world.

Up, it won’t stop now.

Up, the treetops near.

Up, it has gotten so tall,

Up, far from the ground.

Up, when will it stop?

Up, it feels it needs not to.

Up, it’s so stubborn.

Up, at the treetops.

Up, watch the world around it.

Up, everything’s small.

Up, it is so strong.

Up, so many wondrous leaves.

Up, it withstands much.

Up, people climb it.

Up, they cannot reach the top.

Up, it fares all damage.

Up, winter fights.

Up, it still will withstand it.

Up, winter recedes,

Up, above most all.

Up, reaching for the bright sun.

Up, never stopping.

Up, wonderfully.

Up, what is this magic plant?

Up, a tree is what.

Raina MacAllister, June 2-3

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Them

Them.

The people.

Not African,

Not Chinese,

Not Japanese,

Not Australian,

Not Icelandic,

Mexican,

Nor anything else.

Just

The people.

You may know who

These people are, for

You

Yourself are

One of them.

You are not

Specifically

Anything,

Instead a

Beautiful

Combination of all.

You may

Have realized

Who you are

By now

With these clues,

Or you may not have.

Who knows?

Maybe I am

Babbling and

You should

Not

Trust me,

Maybe you should.

Whenever

You have been there

You will know

That you

Are now

This.

It is

Not

A disease,

And others cannot

Catch it

Unless they have

Been here.

You are American,

Not by much if

You have only

Been there

Once,

But purely

If

You live there.

If you do,

Then you are

Completely

American,

Through and through.

Your American

Heritage

May not be

Very

Important to

Others,

But it is

Important,

And you

Must know this

To be

American.

Know this,

And you are

Already more powerful.

Know this,

And you

Are

Wonderfully

Amazing.

Raina MacAllister,

Note: Creation in Zoom meeting, Chat to “Everyone”,  5/29/2020

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Piglet

From the safety of the hay stacked up by

The barn

A young piglet

Watches

The hogs eating their slop

Some cuter,

Some uglier.

The young piglet watches in a mixture of disgust,

Admiration,

And possibly

Sadness

He knows he will

Grow,

Up until he is large and round

Like

The other pigs.

But he may not

Want to grow to something

Like that

Awful creature,

Sniffling and snorting,

A disgusting mixture of sweat,

Meat, and hair.

He has been told

That all of the largest

Pigs and boars

Were eaten first,

While the weaker

Smaller pigs were eaten only when the

Larger ones had run out.

He has made a

Decision.

He will not eat most of his share of food,

But instead give it to the ones even

Smaller

Than him.

So he will be the smallest

Pig of all.

The piglet

Thinks all of these things

During the time the other pigs eat.

He knows he shouldn’t,

But he almost reaches out and stabs

A banana peel
with his small,
pronged
hoof.

How ironic.

Only when he has resolved to not eat does

He have the urge to

Steal

Food that does not belong to him.

How foolhardy.

He must be more careful in the future.

Raina MacAllister, Age 10

5/16/2020

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Pegboard

Perler beads

Bright, colorful,

Tiny

Little rainbow

Of

Shining

Tiny, beads

But what about a perler bead

Existence?

A being

Fully made

Of

Bright, colorful

Tiny

The beads

In someone

How?

To have

Such a

Large amount

Of ideas and

Parts

Not in the literal

Sense,

But parts of your identity,

Your

Entire being

As the entire pegboard,

And each peg filled with

A different

Part of you,

Filled

With

Thousands,

Millions,

Even billions

Of ideas and

Memories,

People and

Objects.

And most

Importantly,

The most important

Thing

In the

World.

Thoughts.

All of these things

In this pegboard being.

Each one

With a respective list

Of

Specifications.

Think about

This idea for

A while.

Then reflect on

Yourself.

If you look

Close enough,

You

Will find something.

Something you didn’t know

About.

For indeed,

All beings

Are pegboard beings.

You just

Need to find that hidden pegboard inside of you.

Maybe

Your mind says one thing

When your

Body says another.

If so,

Delve deep into the

Wonderful identity

Of yours.

Maybe you were

Listening to

The wrong voice,

And a different

One,

The one you should

Agree with,

Also lives

Inside your head.

Then the question should be an easy one to answer.

Do I go with

What

My mind thinks

Or what my mind and my body

Thinks?

Your body may very well

Know better

Then your mind.

Raina MacAllister

5/22/2020

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ForEvergreen

From the

Ancient oak

To the

Wavy willow,

The sharp-leaved pines

To the

Giant Califorrnian redwoods.

Some changing with the seasons,

The evergreens do not.

But how do they do this without losing their leaves?

The change of temperature

Not bothering

These

Extraordinary

Trees.

Their wonderfully

Tiny leaves.

Are they

One

Leaf,

Or are they tiny,

Grasslike,

Long leaves?

Mysterious.

These amazing

Trees.

Thought of only being up north.

But,

With their

Seemingly

Immunity

To cold and warm,

You think back

To part of

Florida.

The Everglades.

Masses of trees,

Mud,

And water.

But what types of trees?

Oaks,

Willows,

Pines,

And most other common American

Trees.

If so,

What of the

Amazing

Evergreen trees?

They adapt and change,

Adjusting to

The world

Around them.

These trees,

So wonderful,

Inhumanely

Adaptable and

Beautiful.

Nature’s

Always-changing

Magical,

Forever-green

Trees.

Raina MacAllister,

5/22/2020-5/28/2020

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Horse of the farmlands.
Beautiful, sleek, elegant.
Wish we all had them.

Middle school comes soon.
Will it be very different?
I am kind of scared.

Up in the morning,
Working through the afternoon.
At night, time to sleep.

New dog may come soon.
We choose. What should he  look like?
How to find a dog?

Mushrooms are fungi.
People do not like fungi.
Yet they like mushrooms.

One vine now creeps up.
Many also now join it.
Nature's bushy wall.

Look, the alpacas!
They are so cute and so soft.
But they also spit.

Poems are so great.
Communicate your feelings.
Writing and art too.

My golden necklace.
Says "Thankful, Grateful, Blessed".
I am all these things.

Look at it, it moves.
Grows up to the warm sunlight.
They're amazing things, plants.

A heart of green gem.
Surrounded by some crystal.
Have a green necklace.

Buzzes of static.
Flashes of stormy lightning.
Electricity.

Water is moving.
Even though COVID-19.
Water is moving.

Gentle cool currents.
I love water, always have.
It's so magical.

Outside the window.
Look, you can see different realms.
Magic of windows.

Running for reasons.
What are these people's reasons?
What are your reasons?

These different limbs.
Each have a different purpose.
So complicated.

Clothes and their wearers.
Why do people wear these clothes?
We might never know.

Almost at the end.
How long we have all waited.
Ends are sometimes good.

Finish a haiku.
They become a rythmic pattern.
Now easy and fun.

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An Empty Void Full of Questions

By Raina X. MacAllister

Why do I?

No, why do They?

Why does Anyone, Anything, do?

Not a specific thing to do, but instead just to Do.

An empty void full of questions without their answer counterparts.

A lonely void full of questions for every lonely soul.

How do They?

How can They?

It seems impossible to Do, so how do They, with little effort, do these impossible tasks of Fully Being?

An empty void full of questions without their answer counterparts.

A lonely void full of questions for every lonely soul.

What are They?

The impossible question, only answered by those who are Fully, but are unable to give the answer freely, as They would no longer be Fully, but instead just be, and who would want to give up being Fully for just being? I know not you or I.

They are, in full, simple beings under the control of their superior minds, the fuel to keep them alive and well, but what are the minds?

An empty void full of questions without their answer counterparts.

A lonely void full of questions for every lonely soul.

Where are They?

A question never answered, for what is a person but an illusion, and

If so, They are neither Here nor There, whether referring to their consciousness or their physical form, so it is impossible to define a being by showing where They are or where They are from, isn’t it?

Then what is race or background but an illusion to hide truth behind a thick web of fake ideas and lies?

An empty void full of questions without their answer counterparts.

A lonely void full of questions for every lonely soul.

When are They?

A lonely question for a lonely person in a lonely reality, wondering when Someone will arrive, but when will They arrive, if They ever do?

And maybe They will never arrive, in which case you wonder when They would have arrived.

Foe or friend, everyone is Then and There, but also Here, so you cannot tell when someone is mentally, yes, but also physically, and maybe everything is an illusion, so how can you tell what to trust?

A void full of questions without their answer counterparts.

A lonely void full of questions for every lonely soul.

Who?

Who is Anyone but a Glimmer of Light against the Shadow of Life?

They are nothing other than illusions created for us by some Otherworldly Creature for our delight, entertainment, sorrow, despair, interest, and boredom, are They not?

An empty void full of questions without their answer counterparts.

A lonely void full of questions for every lonely soul.

But if there is anything anyone is to Know Truly, it is that lonely souls filled with their voids can find fellow lonely souls, and create an unexpected Friendship like a flower blooming in December.

Loneliness can be a sorrowful burden to carry, true, but it can also be a surprising light to lead the way through the path to Friendship, a light of its own, and then will come the time to say a blissful goodbye to the helpful light of Loneliness, and begin to enjoy the wonders of companionship.

Raina MacAllister, April 30

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Bud

Buds.

Sweet, cute

Charming

Buds.

See one,

A little

Mostly green

Shell.

Look at it,

That tiny bit

Of

Bee-drawing

Pollen.

Watch it.

It is almost like you can see it

Growing,

Up,

Up,

Up into a higher

State of being,

A better

Reality for

This tiny

Foresty

Bud.

It seems so frail and

Unimportant now,

But in a few years,

Its

Descendants

Will cover

And make the

Forest,

Glade,

Pond,

Hill,

Mountain,

Wherever you are,

More magical

Than ever

Thought to

Be.

Now,

The next time you

Look at a tiny

Green

bud,

You will see its

Importance,

Its strength,

Its passion,

Its love for life,

Its ability to spread,

And most of all,

Its ability to learn from it’s

predecessors,

And grow beyond anything

Expected.

Never underestimate the power

Of these now tiny,

Uneventful,

Boring,

Buds.

Soon

They will be

In a

New,

Very important,

Exciting,

Metamorphosis.

Its new form

Will dazzle

And shine

It will glow in the evening

And brighten the morning,

And at midday,

It will be the

Most beautiful

Object in the

Forest.

And bedazzle

It.

The sparkle

Of the world’s forest-made

Outfit.

What is this

Bud’s wonderful

Higher state

Of being?

Its metamorphosis,

The form that amazes?

It is...

A blooming,

Wonderful,

Unbeatably magical

Flower.

Raina MacAllister,

5/22/2020

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Turtle poems! Originals and done only in this padlet.

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Turtle poems! Originals and done only in this padlet.

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Little sea turtle.
Waddle along down the beach.
To the home, water.

Great muscular jaws.
But overall so peaceful.
Loggerhead Turtle.

So strong yet tranquil.
Can't be eaten, 'lest by sharks.
So interesting.

Live on most beaches.
Both in water and on land.
How is it managed?

Always been famous.
Board game player and monster.
Mixed turtle feelings.

Sea turtle plate:
Algae, plants, shellfish.
Easy in water.

Sandy covered dune.
Little eggs are hatching.
Baby sea turtles!

Mother makes a hole.
Digs her body pit deep.
Then she lays her eggs.

Little buried nest.
Hatchlings now strain to get out.
And then they break through.

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Draconic.
Tongues
of
these
magicals
ring in the
hero's ears.

Inspiring.
It,
surprisingly,
encourages
our main
focus.
A chance to
fight?
Indeed
not.

This is
not a warrior
as imagined,
but a
peacemaker,
adventurer,
and hopeful
enthusiast.

She
is not
aware of this
creature's
looks or
personality,
only their
sharp nips,
chirps,
and low
growls and
grumbles.
Indeed,
no one in this
realm does.

A chance,
and a
valuable
one,
to find the
mysterious truth,
about these
beings.

Already a
worldwide
hero,
this young
woman,
barely out of
childhood,
is ready
to explore.

Her trusty
foreign
sickle-like
weapon in
one hand,
and a
shield in
the other,
a bow across
her back,
and her
magic
focuses and
items in
her pouch.

This woman,
a magic-user.
Originally shunned,
just as
magic was,
proved it
was useful.
This made
her famous,
both
among
those who used
magic,
and those who
never learned
as the
person who
recreated
magic.

Her focus,
a glowing,
growing,
gem,
was a gift
from a noble
magic user,
who had
needed to reopen
his trading business,
was
extremely
rare and
valuable,
and our
heroine
guards it
very closely,
keeping it
on her body
during all
adventures.

As for
other magic
items,
she is able
to create
crystal by
expending
energy.
She has been
saving
up energy
that she has
stored in a
circlet of gems.

This circlet is
incredibly
valuable and
precious for
both
monetary
and sentimental
reasons.
This circlet,
Given to

Her on

The day her father

Went missing,

Never to be

Seen

Again,

Was from a

Mysterious

Young sailor.

That night,

He had

Claimed he

Had more

Money than the

Wealthiest

Dragon

Ever.

This

Was the

Lad

Who Had given it

To her,

As she had

Dazzled the room

In her finest

Dresses and

Sparkling Gems.

These were

things she

Could

Barely

Scrap together,

And most

Of them

She had made

Herself.

Nevertheless,

He thought

Her

Wealthy,

And the circlet,

Delicately

Placed

On her

Head,

Became

Hers.

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Little young hatchling.
Will become a big dragon.
But he is so small...?

Boy, he grows up fast!
He is eating so much meat.
What a bad diet.

Beautiful blue egg.
Spiderweb cracks spread across.
Reveal cute hatchling.

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6/6/2020
Time flies out the door.
Try to catch it, it's in vain.
You've spent so much time.
Still getting older.
I wish I could reverse time.
But we can't do that yet.
Back in the old days
Remember those memories.
Hold them forever.
New technology.
Make a replica of you.
Still can't reverse time.
You may feel you're old.
Look deep inside yourself.
Somewhere, you're still young.

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Visit a new place.
Everything seems different.
Until you go home.

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POETRY IS ONLY POETRY IF THERE'S A LOT OF IT. NOT A GOOD MOTTO, BUT IT WORKS!

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POETRY IS ONLY POETRY IF THERE'S A LOT OF IT. NOT A GOOD MOTTO, BUT IT WORKS!

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Dance all day, you deserve it, BUT ONLY IF YOU WRITE A LOT OF POETRY A DAY! I'M WATCHING YOU, CHARLIE AND NATHANIEL! HAHA JUST KIDDING

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Fighting back: A rap that is very complicated that you need to say perfectly to get it right

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Fighting back: A rap that is very complicated that you need to say perfectly to get it right

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Why do these sentences

Come to me endlessly

Inside my brain

Spouting sadness and ecstasy

Only I can hear them

Can’t help where their heading me,

Don’t know what’s happening

Still coming readily

I need to stop the flow

How can I do it?

The force is too powerful

Almost electric.

I’m down to one choice

But it may be the end of me.

Same will happen if not

Fight back against this entity.

I know this is my last option.

Maybe I can do it.

But I know it won’t work for me.

So why, why continue?

If only I could stop it

I can’t find other ways

Please, something come to me

Can’t follow the masses

There’s got to be something

That will help me solve this

I know that it’s somewhere

Almost at the ending.

Others also coming

They don’t look defenseless

Neutral, almost joyous

Why don’t they want vengeance?

For taking away

All of our good senses

So we need to stop this

I think I can help it…

I know this is my last option.

Maybe I can do it.

And I know it might work for me.

Why, why continue?

I’ve been doing it this way

Maybe there’s another.

Don’t do it violently

Patiently take cover.

Be calm and be learned.

Don’t get mad at others

You know you can do this

I can’t be too positive.

It looks like it’s stopping

I can see a new ending.

We all go as equals

I need to reset this.

Communicate softly

Don’t show bad emotions

It’s finally finished.

Back to where I was headed.

I used another, new option

And I also did this.

Then it also worked for me.

Thank you to my thoughts.

Thank you to my thoughts.

Thank you to my thoughts.

Thank you to my thoughts.

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Radiant
Amazing
Interesting
Nice
And high-spirited!

Rule is: You don't know what's going on in people's lives, so be nice
Acrobatic
Exciting
Learner
Yappy: Always talking
Never purposefully mean
No, I said I love to do everything!!!!

Haiku and Limerick

The beach bears seashells.
Away from their cold home,
Away from water.

There once was a sad seashell.
And a crab with no place to dwell.
They both needed something done,
Added one plus one,
And now live in the pond of that dell.

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If a
sprig of
mistletoe
means
so much to
different
cultures,
and it is a tiny
plant,
easily misplaced
or
forgotten,
then
how in
this new law
of
humankind
does a single
voice
go unnoticed,
how does
a person
not
be able to
voice
their own
opinion,
their cry for
change?
Mistletoe,
a love
plant and
the death-bringer
to a god.
Why mistletoe?
Does not
another
plant
fill the same
need?
And
while
this is
the exact
subject,
what is the need
for it
to be a
plant?
In fact,
what is the need
for it
at all?
In some pasts
the death
of a mighty
being
was solicited
by
another.
It would happen
eventually.
What is
the need
for it
to happen so
quickly?
What is
the sudden rush?