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School Poetry 1

One of the exercises I had my students do in English class was to write poetry.  There were shouts of protest, but I persisted.  I told them that, they had to do it, and so did I.

So, we all sat there for 30-50 minutes and wrote and shared poetry.  I wish I had kept more of their poetry, but I just have to remember that it was special.  I thought that, perhaps, I would share some of what I wrote on the spot.  It’s not great stuff, but think that it was right then, whatever was on my mind, and done within the class period.  I hope you like it.  Here are two:  If you really like it, I can do some more.   I, of course, kept mine.

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Cat in a Window – SLV 052107

Furry feline, stretched out full on the

Living room carpet.  The breeze beckons and

A quick push lets the world in.

The slumbering tabby jerks to alert,

Nose high, searching for clues.  Leaping to

All fours, the creeping beast, moves silently,

The grace of wind sweeping across the leaves

Of summer.  Airborne, fur and muscles stretch

Taut, reaching the pine ledge and settling

To watch the world separated by glass and

Screen.

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Listening to You – SLV 051007

Listening to you gets better with each word.

Hours spent separated only by distance.

Your days become mine and mine yours.

Our thoughts flow, blood of minds mingling

Into a singularity of the soul.

The more I listen, the more I understand

That part of you which is seldom shared.

The words weave into a touch, which

Melts into a caress. The caress becomes

A kiss and that kiss settles into love.

Listening to love; listening to you; both are the

Same.

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Namaste,

Scott

All We Need

This turned out to be rather simplistic for a poem. I would apologize for the almost child-like verse, but I was feeling very melancholy and this is what came out. -Scott

All We Need
by Scott L Vannatter
11/2/12

I walk down the path
The pebbles hurt my feet
But they don’t incite my wrath
Like a lot of people that I meet

My heart is often weary
Of the lives of those I see
Who are so dark and dreary
And who may look down on me

I pray for those with troubles
And whose life is in need of light
They cringe inside their bubbles
Full of fear and full of fright

The answer is here and above
They need to just reach out
Let others know they need love
They can whisper or can shout

We all aren’t so varied
We’re mostly all the same
We need sometimes to be carried
And hear someone call our name

And so I’d like to hold you
Like shoes tied up with lace
Perhaps all we need are we two
To kiss and to embrace

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