APRIL IS POETRY MONTH: THE WORD OF VERSES OF POETRY

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MIISRAEL Bride Author/Writer at Self I wrote this poem on a Mother's Day in 2003. I was driving home from church when I saw some rose bushes. There were two red rose bushes and in the middle sat a yellow rose bush. I thought, I'm much more like that yellow rose bush. I'm a yellow rose among the red. I went home and wrote the following poem. A YELLOW ROSE AMONG I am a Yellow Rose Among the Red. Right here in the Lord's flowerbed. Though the red roses are fine. I'm still the Yellow Rose. I am a Yellow Rose Among the Red. Right here in the Lord's flowerbed. With his mighty soil to warm me, I can feel, He commands me to do his will. His loving kindness guides me. I am the Yellow Rose still. I am a Yellow Rose Among the Red. With God's given honor on my head. The red roses grow ever bright. I am the Yellow Rose in sight. The red roses try to overtake me. They grow large and bold. Though they have the beauty and plenty. They cannot cover up the gold. For I am still the Yellow Rose. I am The Yellow Rose Among the Red. Thriving in the Lord's flowerbed. written and copyrighted by Winnie Shields also known as MIISRAEL From the book of Winniespoetry: A YELLOW ROSE AMONG THE RED Saturday, April 4th 2009 at 8:58AM

stephen futado i just wrote a free verse for an elementary school graduating class entitled 'you see, it's all elementary'. the highlight is "2 things you'll need to help you find your place. one is to embrace, positive friends. the other is the books you've read or will read. these 2 things will influence the kind of middle-school life you'll lead." Saturday, April 4th 2009 at 1:30PM

Siebra Muhammad A Registration Clerk/Specialist at New Orleans Public Schools Here's one I had saved on my laptop since November and revised for you all: THANKFUL I AM THANKFUL FOR THE GOOD WOMAN WHO SAYS IT'S HOT DOGS TONIGHT, BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME, AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE. FOR THE FINE MAN WHO IS ON THE SOFA BEING A COUCH POTATO, BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS. FOR MY TEENAGE NIECE WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES, BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME, NOT OUT ON THE STREETS. FOR THE TAXES I PAY BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM EMPLOYED. FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER DINNER BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN SURROUNDED BY FAMILY. FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT. FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE. FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING, WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING, AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME. FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING I HEAR ABOUT THE RECESSION BECAUSE IT MEANS WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH . FOR THE PARKING SPOT I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION . FOR MY HUGE HEATING BILL BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM WARM. FOR MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBORS WHO PLAY THEIR MUSIC TOO LOUD BECAUSE IT MEANS I CAN HEAR. FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR. FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES AT THE END OF THE DAY BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD. FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE. FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME. AND FINALLY, FOR THE MEMBERS OF BIA WHO MAKE HARSH COMMENTS ON MY BLOGS BECAUSE I HAVE PEOPLE WHO CARE ABOUT MY VOICE AND MY THOUGHTS. (WATCH IT, DON'T LAUGH!!!) "DOing Right Is More Important Than BEing Right" --Frederick Douglass Saturday, April 4th 2009 at 2:32PM

Angela Edgar Wonderful to see, others celebrating National Poetry Month. Here's my contribution for you. “ESCALATORS” This machination’s continuous heartbeat The up, down and around Cogs, gears and wheels turning endlessly – the hardware Electronic hums and lights flash silently in chips and panels But that’s just the software The people you watch though… I find them the most interesting As you go up and they come down You stare at the strange faces Wearing designer suits or vintage treats Or just something they picked up on the street Hustling to and fro From work, to school, to an indiscreet meet You catch glances Make eye contact Each wondering the same thing… What do YOU do? Where are YOU going off to? Questions never really answered Except in your own imagination The wonders and enigmas… The people of the travellating escalators. © 29th June 2007 – 16:06pm Written by Angela Edgar WWW.ANGEE.CO.UK All Rights Reserved Unauthorised Reproduction Prohibited (Taken from AWC 2008) Saturday, April 4th 2009 at 10:30PM

MIISRAEL Bride Author/Writer at Self This is beautiful! All your contributions are appreciated. However there's room for more! Please why NOT post your own poem, or favorite line of verse? I welcome you TO SHARE. Sunday, April 5th 2009 at 9:14AM

MIISRAEL Bride Author/Writer at Self I wrote this from the little kid in me. When I read it front of an audience it's most affective to bring a smile...Hope it brings you one. TAG Tag! You're it! You can't catch me. You can't catch me. Oh no! You caught me. Winniespoetry 2002 From: The Book A Yellow Rose Among the Red Tuesday, April 7th 2009 at 10:31AM

ROBINSON IRMA UC, Davis class of 1992 As April isalso a sign of spring... What is the first sign of spring Is it Mr. Robin or the song he brings Is it the sky so bright and clear...or the fragrance of flowers blooming so near Thursday, April 10th 2014 at 6:47PM

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