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Welcome to the
Award Winning Poem page!
Below you will find the winning poems for 1998.
Please note, the children's names will NOT appear on this page with
their poems. This is for their protection.
We have made every attempt to guard against plagiarism, but it is
becoming very difficult with the widespread use of the internet.
If you believe that a poem has been plagiarized, please let us know.
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questions, concerns, or corrections please e-mail Laurel Indalecio
at
indaleciol@elpasotexas.gov
¡Bienvenidos a la
Página de
Los Ganadores Premiados de Poesía!
Los
poemas premiados del año 1998 se
encuentran listados más abajo.
Para
proteger la privacidad de los niños
participantes, los nombres de los ganadores
han sido omitidos de esta página.
Hemos tratado de tomar todas las precauciones posibles en cuanto a
plagio o reproducción ilegal de obras literarias. Sin embargo, se ha
vuelto sumamente difícil el combatir esta práctica, especialmente
ahora que el uso de la Internet se ha generalizado. Si usted cree o
sospecha que uno(s) de los poemas aquí listados ha(n) sido copiado(s),
favor de comunicarse con nosotros.
Si tiene alguna pregunta, interés o correcciones, favor de contactar
con Laurel Indalecio al
indaleciol@elpasotexas.gov.
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Second
Grade
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Blue with the
Flu
I had the flu.
And my face turned blue.
And I didn't know what to do.
So I started to cry,
And I rubbed and rubbed my eye,
And All I could do was sign.
Montana Vista Elementary School
Irving Schwartz Branch
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My Halloween
Witches on brooms fly high
in the night
Their shadows reflect in the moonlight.
Ghosts and goblins everywhere,
Disappearing in thin air.
But with scary tricks or treats,
We are prized with lots of sweets.
South Loop Elementary
Ysleta Branch
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I Like Cake
I like cake,
Because it's great.
I like sweet,
It's really sweet
I just like to eat and eat,
Because it is my favorite treat!
Montana Vista Elementary School
Irving Schwartz Branch
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Third Grade
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Bugs
Bugs, slugs
Creatures and snails
All have
Little slimy tails.
None of them fly
In the air,
And none of them grow
Any hair.
All of them are
Very tall
So they can crawl to the mall.
They sting and bite
To give you a fright
And when you blink,
They're out of sight.
Mesita Elementary School
Main Library
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Tap Starts
I go to tap,
And tip my hat.
The music starts,
I dance my part.
Click, click, tap, tap,
Shuffle, Shuffle, snap, snap.
I do my buffaloes across the floor;
Mrs. Linda yells, "More, more!"
I take off my shoes and get in lin,
And say, "See you next time!"
Kohlberg Elementary School
Westside Branch
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Do Your
Best!
Do your best
Don't be a pest!
Do what your parents, teachers, and elders request.
They only want the best.
Don't follow the rest!
They don't always know
What is best.
You know what I suggest?
You guessed!
ALWAYS do your best.
Roosevelt Elementary
Armijo Branch
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Fourth Grade
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A Single Rose
A single rose stood proud and tall
Its beauty shone above them all.
Its color was deep, dark red.
It looked so nice lying on my bed.
I wonder how such a beautiful weed
Can have splinters and make you bleed.
It's just the same as every theme
Not everyone is as they seem.
They can have a beautiful outside and be steep
But the inside can be dark and deep.
H.D. Hilley Elementary School
Cielo Vista Branch
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Bored
Bored is yellow like a cooked egg.
Is like a burrito eaten every day.
Like an old dried sunflower.
Reading in class all day.
A song that doesn't have words.
Nothing to do but sleeping
Restrained, calm, wistful.
Hart Elementary School
Armijo Branch
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You're Eating Like a Pig Again
"You're eating like a pig again,"
my mother scolded me.
"If you keep eating like a pig,
A pig is what you'll be."
I simply cannot fathom
What the fuss is all about
and haven't I a lovely tail,
and a splendid snout!
Eastwood Heights Elementary School
Irving Schwartz Branch
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Fifth Grade
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Mysteries, Mysteries
Mysteries, mysteries
Will they ever be solved?
Will we find conclusions or will they always be illusions?
My favorite mystery is about Loch Ness.
They say a long necked creature swims the waters.
It has been spotted by many and photographed by some,
Yet no one knows from where it comes.
I would love to see the mysterious sea creature,
For I do believe it is real.
I wonder how it survived through the years,
Peacefully alone yet bringing many fears.
There are so many mysteries I can't name them all.
Some are about aliens. Some are about ghosts.
I don't mind mysteries because they make you think.
Who knows, maybe someday we'll find a link.
Lamar Elementary School
Main Library
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Time
Time is like the wind;
wild, quick, quilt or
noisy.
A boy screamed
as he realized the
truth about the dark
time becoming shorter.
He knew he was becoming
sick with disease.
While dark was falling
slowly through the day,
he is still in bed resting his
head.
Praying his disease away.
Lamar Elementary School
Main Library
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Wind
The wind is like a howl,
It comes and go like an owl.
You can almost taste it
On a March morning.
Unless you are sleeping,
Then it comes without a warning.
People say, "it comes
and goes like a ballerina
on her tiptoes."
Lamar Elementary School
Main Library
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Sixth Grade
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A Baby!
The months of waiting disappear,
Now that the baby is finally here,
How can a baby be so small,
Yet win the hearts of one and all?
What happiness and love is shown,
As a baby gets a "Welcome Home,"
Of all the miracles there are,
A baby is the best by far.
A little blessing from above,
A baby is a gift of love,
A princess in a bonnet,
With laces and ribbons on it.
A little sweetheart in baby size,
She's an angel in disguise.
Because she is so dear,
She grows nicer every year.
Hope everything she dreams of,
Comes true with a lot of love.
She is a belle in little pink booties,
Don't worry, she doesn't have cooties.
Montwood Middle School
Irving Schwartz Branch
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A Gift
Family.
Family means your parents will always love you
and be there when you need them the most.
It's having a little brother that bugs you all the time.
It's having to teach your sister what's right and wrong.
It's having a friend to share your secrets with.
It's snuggling with,
It's hugging with,
It's keeping secrets with
those who love you the most.
That's a family,
That's my gift in the world.
MacArthur Middle School
Cielo Vista Branch
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The Mystery
Lady
There's a lady who teaches Reading.
She's quite kind...
And she doesn't mind...
To teach us kids a thing!
The lady has brown hair,
And you can tell she's very sweet,
Because she really does care,
And knocks us kids off our feet!
This lady also knows her History,
Need I mention...
She can answer any question,
That us kids could ever have.
And talk about English,
It's not to be distinguished,
The manner in which she teaches
Is as sweet as peaches.
For my learning, this lady is to blame,
She is very funny, cool, and nice..."all the same"...
This lady is one of my teachers,
Mrs. Littlejohn is her name.
But that is not all I want to say...
ROSES ARE RED.
VIOLETS ARE BLUE,
I APPRECIATE YOU, MRS. LITTLEJOHN
FOR THE JOB THAT YOU DO!
Montwood Middle School
Irving Schwartz Branch
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Seventh Grade
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Hello
Hello my name is Reyna.
I'm but three.
Sadness fills my home
along with misery.
Daddy's never home for the
bar keeps him busy.
Mommy left last week
Daddy says 'cause of me.
I wish I could be happy.
I wish I could be free.
Oh dear, Daddy's home and
he's going to hurt me.
Hello my name is Reyna.
I'm but three.
And last night, my Daddy
murdered me.
Ysleta Middle School
Ysleta Branch
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Titanic
What a painful movie,
but yet how intriguing.
My legs are asleep,
My ears are ringing.
Leo, oh Leo,
How puny thou art
But somehow
you have
captured my heart.
What tragedy,
What sorrow,
The boat hath sunk,
I am all out of popcorn.
Where is the bathroom?
S. O. S.
Loretto Academy
Memorial Park Branch
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Untitled
Kissing is a habit,
Hugging is a shame
Boys get the pleasure
Girls get the pain
he tells you he loves you,
You know that's not true
When your stomach starts swelling
He says, "the Hell with you."
15 minutes of pleasure,
3 days of pain
And a baby with no damn name!
Loretto Academy
Memorial Park Branch
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Eighth Grade
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...And I Am Just There
As I stand waiting by the busy street...
Cars go by...
In this car, these people just lost their jobs.
They desperately think of what they are going to do to survive.
In that car, those people just won the lottery.
They think of what treasures they could buy with the abundance
of money.
...And I am just there.
In this car, this person has just discovered they have cancer.
This person sobs and weeps as their world collapses and crumbles
into the dust
before their very eyes.
In that car, that person has just awoken from a coma.
That person can't wait to return to his warm home to meet his
happy loved ones.
...And I am just there.
In this car, two sad parents have lost their beloved son.
They are overcome with the grief and pain of losing a loved one.
In that car, two happy parents have just been blessed with a new
baby girl.
They are filled with pride as they present their newborn
daughter to the world.
...And I am just there.
In this car, a depressed family is about to get a divorce.
The children cry and beg their angered parents not to go through
with it.
In that car, a happy family is coming back from vacation.
The children joyously sing, laugh, and play as the car drives by
...And I am just there.
I soon grow tired of waiting.
I shake the dust off my shoes.
Life goes on,
And I too, make my way down the busy street.
...And I am no longer there.
Riverside Middle School
Lower Valley Branch
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Father of Mine
Father of mine
What did you fear?
I closed my eyes
and watched my world disappear.
You were my role model
we did everything together.
But you took your anger out on me
and still I am not better.
I will never forget
all the pain you have caused.
I will always hate you
forever and ever just because.
You may wonder why all my hate
but you and only you know
why you have come back after so late.
Why?
You never called me to say "happy birthday"
never for Christmas
You never asked to contact me in any way
I can't figure it out.
Why do you want me now?
I'm almost in high school.
Will you answer one question
Why are you such a fool?
I never understood you then
and I guess I never will.
I never want to see you again
I don't feel sorry for you.
I just wanted you to know
the way I feel about you.
Father of mine.
MacArthur Middle School
Cielo Vista Branch
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Untitled
My heart,
Cries out within me,
In myself
I've failed
The Lord.
Then was afraid to
try once more,
That fire
in my soul
had fled.
That's when he came,
and said,
"My spirit
gives the strength
You need to raise up and to
succeed,
And for the vision
in all darkness
to You I give these
words of life -
Fear Not My Child."
Discouragement
Is all you'll find
Don't watch
Waves that roll
Your life,
But just focus
Your life
On him
And he'll make you
Strong.
I know when
Satan comes to torments me.
I know the time
Will come.
If the devil
Comes against me,
he's gonna feel
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Some pain
"Cause I can bind
him, bruise him,
Cast him out.
Awaiting judgment
Followed by his trophies,
Dead and gone.
My heart
Cries out within me.
We're a people
with ears
to hear
and hearts to fight.
Revival is essential.
The world won't be the same
'Cause we're here today,
warriors of
Righteousness,
Revival in
the land.
I believe there is a
right and wrong,
A time to
live and die.
That all men
should live by.
I believe
I'm not alone
My heart
Cries out within me.
We have made
our decisions.
We have made
our claim.
Now's the time to stand up, |
and let your voice
be heard.
You tell the story,
you tell them
Black is Black
and White is White,
And righteousness,
We prevail.
I tell you once
the only thing that's
gonna change
the world
is Truth,Faith,
the Cleansing Father.
My heart
Cries out within me.
In myself
I've failed
the Lord.
Then was afraid to
try once more
that fire in my soul
had fled.
My heart
Cries out within me.
That's when he came
and said those words,
"Fear not my child."
I tell your twice,
He's alive.
MacArthur Middle School
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Ninth Grade
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There Was a Jester Called Nate
There once was a jester called Nate
Who's job was to entertain
A small crowd of eight
That were immigrants from Spain.
He thought it was going to be hard
To Work in the king's court.
He pulled out a card
And played it short.
After a rough day
Of jokes and games
He fed his horse some hay
And saw that his hair was turning gray!
Franklin High School
Westside Branch
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Birds
You will never believe what my little girl
said to me last night.
She said, "Momma,"
and she held my hand.
She said, "Momma? Why don't you
send your worries to God? My friend
says God makes worries into birds
that fly away."
I squeezed her hand.
I said, "Darling."
She looked at me with eyes like stars.
I said, "Darling? Momma's eyes
don't see the birds any more."
I looked at her and I thought I saw
God in her small, round face.
She said, "Momma? Let me be your
eyes."
Loretto Academy
Main Library
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Dedicated Hearts
They walked always locked
With an admirably strong love,
As though both angels sent from above.
She vowed always to walk beside him.
He swore that his love for her would never dim.
Their promises were never broken
And the rules of death needn't be spoken.
He was ill, and she knew
For his face held a grayish hue.
She cared for him, never leaving his side.
But the promise he made to her was lost, he had lied.
She didn't plan on doing the same.
She took a knife to her heart, feeling no shame.
Refusing to live on her own,
She needed him and wouldn't live alone.
So, together in the heavens they dance,
Staring at the stars in a holy trance.
Santa Teresa High
Westside Branch
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Tenth Grade
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To My Carnal
As I sit here and begin to cry
He wipes the teardrop from my eye.
My carnal has always cared for me when
I needed someone. He was always there.
In my need, sometimes I didn't know what to do.
But my carnal always came through.
When I was hurt or when I was even angry inside,
His talk filled me with love inside.
He would sit down and listen when no one else would.
Then from feeling real low, I'd begin to feel way better.
Well, carnal, if you ever need somebody who cares, don't forget your
carnala.
"China",
I'll always be there.
Santa Teresa High School
Westside Branch
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Untitled
People look
People stare
they look at me and feel my pain.
They ask me why am I so sad, and I just say,
"Because my heart's been pushed away."
People talk
People say,
"Why is it that I even care?"
You treat me wrong,
You make me cry,
And every night I want to hide.
The time has come to just move on,
Before the tears come rolling down.
Franklin High School
Westside Branch
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Rough Times
I've been going through a rough time.
Everyone treats me like a juvenile pest.
I feel lost and confused, it's just a strong feeling.
It's not that I'm being rebellious,
it's just the attention that I'm yearning for.
Can't you feel the pain? I'm here swallowing
pills, and you act like you don't care.
It's not that I want to end it,
it's just the communication I'm yearning for.
I've been going through a difficult time.
Everyone who knows me, treats me so
indifferently. It's just the love I'm yearning for.
Santa Teresa High School
Westside Branch
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Eleventh Grade
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An Ancient Cove
You, my Love, are more Egyptian than
the Egyptians themselves.
Your hair flows in the wind like
the papyrus.
Your skin is soft white
as the lotus,
Your eyes as green as the Nile.
When you speak, your voice
is like a warm breeze.
Your sweet scent is more pleasing than
the incense of the gods.
Your name should take the place.
of the Egyptian word for beauty.
Your name, and the tales of your beauty,
shall live on till even the
pyramids themselves have
turned to dust.
Santa Teresa High School
Westside Branch
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The Turtle
one day
a little girl of minute proportions
stumbled upon a strange stone in her backyard.
her surprise manifested itself verbally
in a manner that would require some censorship.
amongst fleeting disproportionate insects,
some of considerable disgust,
the petite quindigited hand lifted the stone
from the earth which held it captive.
another
reaction
verbalized
through
vulgarity,
for the stone was none other than a
TURTLE
more vulgar than anything the little girl could say.
she held the beast to her face
and the shy reptile hid from the foreign pink elf.
but after much coaxing from a candy cane voice,
the reptile lost fear
and soon a shriveled raisin emerged.
the horrid face stretched Heavenward
and it showed the creature had the neck of a
deterioratedly haggard curmudgeonous corpsicle of a woman.
and the girl repeated
- BLEEP -
but after several moments
of bizarre ear piercing silence
the lass thrust the animal beneath her right arm
and ran excitedly back into her quaint rural house
colored in bright pastels
like a dream.
flamboyant as a child can be,
the girl had visions of impressionism through the recesses of her
childish psyche
for youth is an invitation to whatever is next.
and so
the girl found a new friend with which to share
clothing and toys
of many pastels.
and soon the TURTLE sat opposite the girl
at a small table
on a stack of Bibles of semi-varied versions
which,
in turn,
sat upon a small wooden chair
sizable only for a wee child's derriere.
the beast moved not.
before him lay
a sleepy china tea set
decorated with miniscule pastel florae
of many types.
some even unreal varieties of angiosperms,
all set tightly in a gaudy pseudo Victorian style;
all in pastels.
the turtle had been clothed in a tightly fitting
pink tutu.
ghastly bright,
tear-jerkingly bright,
not pastel.
none other than one of the young girl's vetetments
and a sudden surge of imaginative amounts of plasma
to the cerebrum of an idle child,
wretched, spoiled,
and under the impression that she was creative, innocent,
and bright as the costume on the turtle.
so young,
so stupid.
the turtle and the child sat at the tea party
and the youngun began conversation over
many
unimportant
subjects,
of a shallow, socially infested nature,
which the tutle by no means could comprehend.
and after several hours of confusing human titual,
the girl grew tired and inflated with orange pekoe
of a poor brew.
without reason or thought
she picked up the turtle and lifted high
with joy
and they spun like a top.
faster...
faster..
Faster, faster, faster!
Until the grip of vertigo consumed them both
and the dominion pf gravity gave fair service due
and Earthward both tumbled in chaos.
Giggling resounded,
and the girl sat up confusedly,
for her small hands had lost their hold upon her reptilian playmate.
he was nowhere to be found,
no trace of a shell,
no raisin face.
But the reptile there reside.
Turtles live long lives
and there are those that say that wisdom comes with age.
who is to know the timeline this lethargic reptile must have walked?
But wise he was, no doubt;
for silently he crawled towards an unsuspecting child
held captive by her won foolish innocence,
the marked brand of childish ignorance,
the child made no notice
and closer to her floored right hand pointer
did the turtle slowly advance...
Closer...
Closer...
Closer.
at a clichéd turtle rate
until the projection targeted was in the reptile's view.
Slowly,
its parrot beak cracked open,
and its void grew larger by degrees
and a fully dilated beak slid the phalange inside the void.
The turtle gave
one
strong
BITE.
The girl, screamed the shrieks of a
tortured vulture!
Giving way to a malevolent cry
of a lethal dosage of decibels,
all while convulsing like a Phoenix at cremation,
propulsion enough to make several leaping trips about the span of
her room,
with the creature tightly clamped to the hermetic finger
now purple,
black, and
blue, and
red.
not pastel.
the turtled finger
was given momentum enough
to make chaos of the pastels.
Amongst the cantankerous acrobations
and the pain stricken screams of an imbecile child
the force of the turtle struck the toys upon the shelves
the pictures on the wall
the dolls upon the rack
the tea set and the Bibles which were setting in a stack.
louder grew the yelping
and the shrieks of the banshee
climaxed in agony
and in a surge of fury and anger
the mouth of the turtle shut like a vice (in all completeness)
and the turtle flew upon the wall
with a thud!
and a bloody forefinger in its mouth
at last, the acrobations did exhaust the child
to the point of apnea
and she collapsed
like a marionette,
languid and flaccid
into a soggy soaked sanguined carpet, that was once
in pastel.
blood on toys and pictures.
blood on the wall.
blood on holy books.
blood on pastel dolls.
And the turtle ejected the gory flesh and bone from its beak,
soiled on the petite's face and pastel dress,
and crawled away,
to bury itself in the backyard.
Bel Air High School
Lower Valley Branch
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Twelfth Grade
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Journey to the Faerie Realm
Above, the stars. Only me beneath.
I sleep with the most ethereal peace.
Reach out a hand and catch my dream
As it is floating out of me.
Go on a journey by fairy wing
And leave this place called reality.
If you allow yourself, you will see
The world unblinded, more clearly.
No longer held down by lock and key,
You are now free to do as you please.
If you catch my dream, then come with me
To a place of fantasy.
And like me, you will see
That our affliction is reality.
Franklin High School
Westside Branch
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Despair
The great Beast rises like a slow serpent,
slithering and sliding toward the last ray of hope.
The very thought of salvation seeps out of your mind.
As if in a dream, or nightmare, this life seems unreal.
Slipping through the seas of happiness, there you will find it.
And as it slowly devours all trace, it looks into your eyes,
and you know all is lost.
Franklin High School
Westside Branch
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Untitled
I take a look at my life and this is what I see,
millions of decisions looking right back at me.
What can I do? And When do I do it?
What can I say? And Can I get through it?
It seems like only yesterday, no troubles bothered me,
It was simple, fast and easy, living foot loose and fancy free.
But now I'm getting older and it's time to make my plans,
but will the weight of maturity be too great for my two hands?
Franklin High School
Westside Branch
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Job
Corps
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My Hands
My hands are a green field, where my parents, sons, daughter,
brothers, and other visitors are fed.
With my hands I ride a "Tortillo las mesara sel arado"
with it, I cut the wood heat,
With one hand, I write my name, with the other hand
I write my poem, with one hand I clean my forehead,
With the other hand I clean my tears.
I love my hands because they sow ground with any rain,
They continuously cultivate my family and other invited guests.
With my hands I take my mother's fare to give her.
Kiss on the forehead, also to give a hug to my father
In a silent dialogue, but a good bye without words
My hands talk.
With one hand I write my poem, with the other hand,
I clean my forehead,
With the other hand I clean my tears.
I love my hands because I made my hand's poem.
"With love to my grandpa"
David Carrasco Job Corps
Bookmobile
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Untitled
As I see you sitting there
I can't help but wonder
If you really care
maybe what you're saying
is true
or maybe you're
just saying it to keep me
from being blue.
Whatever the cause may be,
I just want you to see
exactly how much you mean to me.
David Carrasco Job Corps
Bookmobile
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Hell is My Name
Hell is my name
I got it from my Dad.
Watch yourself
Don't get me mad.
Get out of my face
I won't make a sound.
I won't stay around.
Now your eyes call to someone
Who won't be found
Alone I sit again.
Alone I find a friend
In my head.
I wonder far
In my room
He plays my guitar
Now your cold eyes stare into nothing
They can't find me,
They'll never find me.
But once you could turn it all around
And do it so easy
And make him laugh
But it's the same
and it's old.
I'm tired of this sh--.
Black is the world,
And welcome to it.
don't look for the light
I'll just blind your sight.
So dose your eyes
And turn away.
And never again
Hear what I have to say.
David Carrasco Job Corps
Bookmobile
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Primer Grado
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Segundo Grado
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Tercer Grado
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Cuarto Grado
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Doy Gracias
Doy gracias a Dios
Por el amor que ma ha dado
La ternura y la amistad
La oportunidad de ser Libre
Estar en un país de paz
Tener amigos con quien compartir nuestra amistad
Con quien jugar y amar.
Doy gracias a Dios por todo lo que me ha dado.
Mesita Elementary School
Main Library
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Mi Antepasado, mi Tío Chana
Hay una estatua que es parte
de mi querido Tío Chana.
Esa estatua tiene ojos, esos
Ojos fueron de miel, como
los de mi Tío Chana.
Los ojos no solo tienen miel también
el resplador de las estrellas arriba del cielo.
El duerme y descansa en las nubes.
Vino y se fue mi Tío Chana, pero
dejó sus felices recuerdos atrás.
El atrás soy yo, y yo tengo sus
felices y hermosos recuerdos conmigo.
Adíos, adíos Tío Chana.
Gracias por tu gran amor.
Presa Elementary
Ysleta Branch
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El Fluir de Río Grande
Yo soy el Río Grande que bailo con el viento,
también que bailo entre los verdes árboles.
Que mi primer gota salió de Colorado.
que atravieso tres bellos estrados.
Mi gota calma sed de campos y ciudades.
Yo soy hermoso que separo Estados
Unidos de México,
pero no separo la felicidad de las familias.
Soy el que ayudo a muchas personas
que lo nesecitan.
Les ayudo en darles algo de beber,
y que les doy
peces que flullen conmigo,
y que riego los grandes sembradíos.
Presa Elementary School
Ysleta Branch
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Quinto Grado
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Sexto Grado
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Sin Título
Fui un astronauta viagé
hasta la luna y a al llegar
un marsiano me encontré.
Si yo fuera un astronauta
viajaria a la luna a alcancar
una estrella que allubrara to cuna.
Si yo fuera un a mariposa
viagaria de rosa, en, rosa hasta
encontrat la más hermosa.
Henderson Middle School
Clardy Fox Branch |
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Séptimo Grado
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México
Tu cultura, historia y
paisaje son de las
preciosas características
que representan a México.
Tu cultura, es apreciada
por todas las personas las
cuales ya la conocen.
Tienes la más preciada joya
del mundo, tu cultura.
La historia, es una de las
más maravillosas y
buscadas en el mundo.
Tu cultura es tal, que
está muy encima de
los demás países más
antigüos del mundo entero.
Tus paisajes son como el
amanecer de las olas del
ancho mar. Montañas, ríos
y bosques son lo más hermoso
que he visto en mi corta vida,
el cual en estos tiempos algunas
personas te quieren arrebatar.
Tú, el cual me vió nacer del vientre de mi madre,
y concederle la gran alegría de
tenerme entre sus brazos
y quitarle el dolor que tenía cuando
esperaba anciosa de que yo naciera.
Tú eres lo mas grandioso que me ha sucedido
en mi corta vida, y por eso digo
orgullosamente, ¡yo llevo sangre
MEXICANA!
Ysleta Middle School
Ysleta Branch
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Amigo de verdad
Amigo es aquel con quien
compartes pensamientos
es aquel que escucha
que te valora y que está
contigo en los buenos
y malos momentos.
La amistad es algo precioso
tener un amigo sincero
es de más valor que un tesoro
y valoro con el corazón.
Amigo, aquel con quien
he compartido juegos
y travesuras,
pero también momentos de
tristeza.
Ysleta Middle School
Ysleta Branch
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"La Loba"
La loba paseaba por el compo
con su niño muy chiquito pero
todo muy feito.
Todos los miraban y decian
¡ay pobre niñito!
Cuando van a una fiesta
todos se van y todos,
le dicen, "que susto me das."
Ysleta Middle School
Ysleta Branch
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Octavo Grado
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"La Naturaleza"
Al anochecer, la luna tiene una luz
rebosante,
Es como una perla iluminante.
Las estrellas lejanas parecen luciérnagas
resplandecientes,
Se reflejan en las superficies de los oceános
gigantes.
Al amanecer, el sol resplandece su color,
Las rosas florecen y despiden un dulce y
fresco olor.
Los animales salen de sus cuevas y
disfrutan de un día nuevo y maravilloso,
Con las esperanza de poder ver mas días
alumbrantes en que podrán demostrar su gozo.
East Montana Middle School
Clardy Fox Branch
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Carta a mi Madre
En el mundo las almas sufren,
quizá en el cielo ya no pero no
por mucho tiempo porque en mucha
gente ya no hay amor.
Mi alma pertenece a ellas,
ya que siempre ofrezco mi amistad
aunque yo sufra con ellas al gente no le ha de importar.
Yo sólo espero ese día en que el Creador me llevará al paraiso
etemo donde tal vez no sufra más.
Mi alma ya esta cansada de soportar los insultos
que la gente me hace a mí aunque no lés rindo mucho importancia
ni tampoco mucho culto.
Yo tengo una gran razón para irme a descansar allá
con Diosito lindo que siempre me va a cuidar.
Mi razón es muy grande y ¿saben cuál es?
¡Yo no tengo a mi madre!
Desearía alcanzarla para pedirle perdón ya que cuando
estaba viva no lo hice,
quizá fue por temor.
Perdóname madre querida es lo que quisiera gritar
personame madre mía que no te puedo cuidar.
Hay espinas en mi pecho que cada vez se entierran más,
tú carita tierna y dulce también no la puedo olvidar.
Ahora que estoy sufriendo en le mundo triste y sola, sólo
pienso mucho en tí y te deseo a mi lado para que me
indiques por cual camino debo de ir.
Adiós madrecita
te escribe quien te adora.
Ysleta Middle School
Ysleta Branch
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Como Rosas
Como rosas son las mujeres
que madurecen y luego se
marchitan.
Como rosas son las mujeres
son dulces como el nectar de
la flor.
Como rosas son las mujeres
sensitivas frente al hombre.
Como rosas son las mujeres
que no deben ser maltratadas,
y pisadas.
East Montana Middle School
Clardy Fox Branch
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Noveno Grado
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Décimo Grado
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Hola Amor Mio
Sabes hoy he estado recordando
aquel nuestro primer dia,
que constantemente ha
seguido vivo, parece que fue
ayer, todavia vive en mi
aquella sensacion inexplicable
en todo mi ser.
Hoy hace exactamente tres meses
y dos dias cuando sin siquiera
imaginarme que iba a tener la
dicha hermosa de que ese beso
nos uniera en un solo ser, si mi amor,
ese dia por obra del destino cambio
mi vida por completo y no me arrepiento
si no es todo lo contrario fue para mi
el dia en que volvi a creer en el amor,
no se si tu lo alcansarás a comprender
pero esto que yo estoy sintiendo por
ti es mucho mas fuerte que yo.
Si estoy enamorada de ti, si tan solo
pudieras meterte un instante en mis
pensamientos te darias cuenta de lo
mucho que significas para mi, quisiera
decirte tantas cosas bellas que yo siento
muy dentro de mi.
Por ultimo, quiero decirte este amor
que yo siento por ti es puro ye sincero,
y que yo por nada del mundo te dejare,
tratare de que cada segundo, minuto
que pase valorar ese amor que tu
sientes por mi, gracias por tanta
dicha y felicidad, por hacer que mi
vida tenga una razon para vivir.
Bowie High School
Armijo Branch
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Décimo Primer Grado
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La Rosa Roja
Por las mañanas la veo brotar lentamente,
petalo por pétalo se mueve,
abriendose lentamente.
Segundo a segundo la veo tomar vida
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