I always want to remember the Michael of the Jackson 5.
June, 2009
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Jun 09
More Awesome Poems. Boys & Girls Club Poetry Club
Anger Issues
Anger issues are like tissues, They can break at any moment.
Your emotions are important just like you. You feel as though your anger takes over
But you should just try to control and calmly experience
That’s the way of life.
By: Kaylin M., D’Marcus Crawford, Dorian
Between the Ages of 8 and 25
I’m happy but sometimes I feel sad.
I’m 8 but about to be 9 and I will become glad.
I passed my test and going to the 4th grade.
Now I’m in the Boys & Girls Club and I’m glad.
Not sad.
I am glad I am out of school.
I go to God of Peace Summer Camp.
It is so fun.
I really wish I could go into details, but I am running out of time.
I’m at the Boys & Girls Club.
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I am happy
And so are You.
By: Tysheannia and Keiosha
Hard times
Kids don’t have food and that ain’t good.
Hard times.
No clothes on their backs, shirts so big they look like potato sacks.
Hard times.
No shelter over their head, not even a place to lay their heads.
Hard times.
No water, unless you count the tears that fall from the mother’s eyes who’s going through,
Hard times.
By: LaJuan P. Evans
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Jun 09
Dive in…It’s summer for crying out loud.
Spent yesterday at the pool with sister, children and nephews. We sat in sun, ate and swam around.
Then as kids inevitably do – they gravitated to the diving board.
And as children inevitably do, they called for their parents to join them.
My sister patiently stood at side of pool instructing my daughter and son on how to dive. Hands pointed, bend over toward water, keep bending and leave your feet on the side the last thing to go in….
Then up on the board and before long all were diving right in the water like little fish. (Well, little diving fish.)
But darn them, they kept calling for this mom to get on the board. I had already swam, already dried off, was taking all the pictures for crying out loud. With my contacts in…how could I dive?
Do you remember summer as a child, hours and hours – jumping off the board, swimming to the side, climbing out, waiting in line, wriggling around with all the other damp children and doing it all over again.
I remembered. So I climbed up, walked up to the edge just to jump in (for I had my contacts in, right?). The water looked so far down. I jumped up and down a few times. By then my sister was laughing and people all around the pool were staring at this crazy woman standing up on the board. Hoards of children in line getting restless so I jumped up, closed my eyes and dove in…
I made it in pretty good. Could tell my legs weren’t perfectly together, though more vertical than not. Lots of memories came flooding back quickly, like how if you dive in a two piece your bottoms have a tendency to pull down — then you immediately think of the lifeguard perched there…Oh, just like I was 12.
Kind of.
Go find a diving board this summer. No matter your age dive into the pool. Dive into life. It’s summer for crying out loud.
Have a great day.
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Jun 09
Madison/Morgan Boys & Girls Club Poetry Club
More inspired poem from the young poets at the Poetry Club…..
Summer is Here
Summer makes too much pain,
Summer is lame because it’s just like hot fries that burn my eyes,
Summer is lame because it burns my eyes like hot fries and
You know, we are fried like dry, like fried ham and like
hot lambs.
by: Zoya, Trey and Philip
9
Jun 09
Somebody went under a dock ….and there they saw a rock… but it wasn’t a rock..
The other morning the gals and I ran along — at not such an ungodly hour (5:40 a.m.) since school vacation.
And somewhere during the last mile, Stephanie yelled, “JAMIE, LOOK OUT!”
Immediately, I turned to Stephanie’s yelling self — for many times during our morning runs the Mad Morning Runners call out to each other.
“Look out, Renae… a car!”
“Look out, Stephanie…a snake!”
“Look out, Lucy…dog poop!”
“Look out, Elizabeth (or turn away very, very quickly)…Mr. Smith is walking around in his boxers again!”
But never, ever until this week did I hear…”Look out Jamie…a LOBSTER!”
And I looked down and there on Belmont — the curve right by the Polings– a little wee , teensy crustacean stood his ground, brandishing his right claw as King Arthur waving Excalibur on high.
“That’s a crawfish,” Lucy said matter of fact. “We used to catch them all the time on the farm.”
And with that, we were already 25 yds. from Mr. Crabs and discussing the critters we all caught as children.
Can’t get that little guy out of my mind. Here were three gargantuan women (only from his perspective, of course) charging him — and he thought GAME ON!
I could have easily trod my size 10 Saucony on his lobster-self. Now for clarity, I only wear 10 in running shoe, 9 12/ regular shoe.
I want that. I want to stand my ground bravely (albeit, stupidly ) come what may.
Thought for today… Be BRAVE. No matter what comes trudging down the road at you…
And for a musical moment..
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Jun 09
Madison-Morgan County Boys & Girls Club Youth Poetry Club
Okay, this is really, really cool stuff.
The Madison-Morgan County Boys & Girls Club in partnership with the Morgan County African-American Museum and a Grassroots Program Grant started a Youth Poetry Club. The core membership is a highly dedicated and talented group of elementary, middle and high school students. Bobby Mackey, Educational Director of the Boys & Girls Club, mentors the students, “The start for changing something is not to be afraid to talk about it. To start a change, I have to be the change.”
The following is just a sampling of the talent in the Club. Hopefully, within the month the Club will have their own blog up and running. Can’t wait to see what the future holds for these young poets.
wHO iS THIS PERSON???
Who
Who do I go to when I’m sad?
Who do I go to When I need help or advice?
Her
What does she do when I’m Hurt?
(Picks me up and dust me off)
What Does she do when I’m, stressed out or depressed?
Play my favorite song or talk to me
Who can I go To when I need something?
Her
Who do I cry to when I wake up scared or get sick at night?
Her
Who get my lazy self up every morn for school?
Her
And gives me food on the table, roof over my head and, clothes on my back?
Her
Who Do We All Call When Something Is Wrong?
Who Loves Me, You, and Our Brother and Sisters More Than Anything in the World?
Her
Who?
My Mama
Your Mama Breanna Colbert 7th grade
A Dog, A Cat
I saw a cat with a vary tall hat
In that hat was a baseball bat.
For if it was his first time
That was the cat with a very tall hat.
I saw the dog eating a hot dog
With mustard and ketchup.
Some dogs thought deep when
He used hot sause
And that was the dog eating a hotdog.
As they comoind they find out that
Being together is a big mistake
Because dogs hate cats and cats hate dogs. Jasmine Jackson 5th grade
Make A Difference
When I think of living united the word together pops in my mind.
I think that if more people in our world were united it would be a nicer place to live. If we worked together as one we could accomplish a lot more. We need to focus on real issues like homeless people not sexuality, we need to focus on battered women and their children, not how much money you have in the money market, we need to focus on why so many men are in prison and what we can do to help them get back on the right side of the fence. We need to go back to believing in each other, relying on each other, helping each other, caring for each other no matter what your religion, race, sexuality, economic status etc.,…..this is the United States of America….right….all mankind are created equal and we have the right to have life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. SO let’s do it…
Jasmin Hawkins, age 13 Marel Brown Creative Writing Award Winner
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My idea is too lovely,
while life is too long.
When I write I’m happy,
when my thoughts are alone.
My ink is invisible, so it’s hard to see.
My dream is in color as the deep blue sea.
Chris Benford, age 13 Marel Brown Creative Writing Award Winner
The People on the Other Side of the Tracks
Such a small town, in a place where money tends to fall from the skies
A place
Where the rich are getting richer and the poor are barely getting by
There are houses that appear to be mansions, and people from the town are so nice
Many come to the town to shop and spend money and there are the others that come for the joy of life,
While Billboards hang across Hwy 441, talking about the promise land
All the wealth that this city advertises never makes it around to help some with plans
Sweet ole Georgia, surrounded by History, Love and Unity
As you cross the tracks of Madison, there stands a land of a less fortunate Community
There lies the dream’s of children, whom can’t buy a way out of their society
So, they hit the streets running for obligations
And selling drugs becomes their number one priority
So off to Grandmothers house we go, on a lonely road that has never seen a city worker
A town Located about
About 15 miles from Greensboro, and down a dirt road from the author of the Color Purple
If you pass Uncle Remus, then your journey has progressed too far
A Place where a day is worth millions, and children are seen as lonely stars
In these sadden Communities you will find, the products of the government
And the results of a law called “no child Left Behind”
Upon review, considering the laws and facts
It’s not the Money that makes the town
But, The People on the Other Side of the Tracks
Bobby Mackey, Education Director, Madison-Morgan County Boys & Girls Club
Link to Marel Brown Creative Writing Program; http://www.bgcma.org/view/event/26
