
Today’s Poem is a Tanka. (Syllable pattern 5-7-5-7-7).
Coffee nut latte?
Maybe that makes Cam perfect
For Em (or does it?)
Espressology’s a hit.
People want love and lattes.

Today’s Poem is a Tanka. (Syllable pattern 5-7-5-7-7).
Coffee nut latte?
Maybe that makes Cam perfect
For Em (or does it?)
Espressology’s a hit.
People want love and lattes.
This is a Kyrielle poem in response to Sharon Draper’s most recent book Panic (which I began and completed today).
DIAMOND
Though people tell of the danger,
Say “Never talk to a stranger”,
It was in public – light of day,
So She went with him anyway.
He was professionally dressed,
His intentions kept full at bay,
He portrayed a family-man (blessed)
So She went with him anyway.
She didn’t have nary a clue
Of the nasty things he would do,
Or the way the acts he’d display,
So She went with him anyway.
He claimed a daughter and a wife,
His evil plan not on display.
She wasn’t concerned for her life,
So She went with him anyway.

This is a “Found Poem” which is like a word-collage. I pulled some words and phrases from pages 98-100 of
The Smart Aleck’s Guide to American History, and arranged them into this:
Whig on a penny
Depression
Grew up to be
on the five-dollar bill.
Hated by some
Abraham Lincoln
Crippling anxiety
“Good Guys” and “Bad Guys” on both sides
States’ rights
Not all Southerners favored
Articles of Secession
Tariff disputes
Stovepipe Hat
End slavery
When I made the decision to post a poem each day of this month, it was with the intention of writing a different type of poem each day. I keep coming across the Blitz poem (invented by Robert Keim), and I felt the need to try it. It was challenging, but fun. Here’s what I came up with…
Man-All
Man o’ war
Man of steel
Steel boned corsets
Steel cut oats
Oats and whey
Oats and grains
Grains of sand
Grains of truth
Truth or dare
Truth be told
Told you twice
Told you so
So it goes
So you say
Say a prayer
Say my name
Name of names
Name that tune
Tune the piano
Tune in
In the closet
In the dark
Dark of night
Dark of day
Day of reckoning
Day-dream
Dream a dream
Dream and wish
Wish on a star
Wish me luck
Luck of the Irish
Luck be a lady
Lady and gent
Lady in waiting
Waiting on train
Waiting on a friend
Friend indeed
Friend in need
Need a break
Need a drink
Drink it up
Drink to that
That is all
That is enough
Enough to eat
Enough said
Said it all
Said it best
Best…
All…
Today’s poem is a Minute Poem, in which each stanza has four lines (8 syllables in the first line and four in the subsequent lines). This poem is in response to Paul Fleischman’s book Seedfolks.

Community, in brokenness-
Bad neighborhood,
Trashed vacant lot,
Hopeless and sad.
A Vietnamese girl, with seeds
Moves trash and digs.
Other neighbors
Hesitated.
Hispanic, Haitian, young and old,
Male and female,
Started to change-
Minds and gardens.
Silence and darkness split open
As trash is moved,
Hope is restored,
and beauty grows.

Bronx Masquerade by Nikki Grimes (Poetry Style: Joseph’s Star)
Ward,
Teacher-Man,
Changing our lives with
Open Mike Poetry Day.
Teenagers taking off masks
Real, recognizing-
New friendships.
Word.
Curveball: The Year I lost my Grip by Jordan Sonnenblick is Pete’s story. Pete is a freshman in high school, dealing with an injury to his arm that permanently impacts his ability to play his favorite sport – baseball. While Pete deals with teachers, girls, parents, and how to tell his best buddy AJ about his baseball issue, he is also hiding a secret. His grandfather is slowly losing his independence as Alzheimer’s takes over his memory and mind. Of course, all of these painful, awkward threads through the story are written Sonnenblick-style, meaning that you feel like you have a best friend with you, keeping you safe and laughing through the painful moments.
Pantoum Poem
Grandpa
Because memories matter,
Grandpa taught me to watch-
His love of photography,
His love of life.
Grandpa taught me to watch-
He gave me everything-
His love of life,
To see and to remember.
He gave me everything-
His love of photography-
To see and to remember,
Because memories matter.
To celebrate National Poetry Month, and to begin blogging again, I intend to post an original poem each day. As I originally intended for this blog to be used for book reviews, I will highlight a book via poetry, each day.

Seven word poem…
Surrounded by beautiful differences,
You fit in.
I was recently at a beginning-of-the-school-year-pep-assembly-for-teachers. I believe that the premise was to speak to teachers about how they make a difference, and encourage them to embrace the many, many challenges that will be faced this school year. What I noticed, however, was a small group of teachers being recognized. A handful of students were mentioned: those who earned a perfect ACT score, those about to attend a particular university, and some who were the National Merit Scholars. Teachers of those particular students were asked to stand up and “Claim those scores.” It was nice, but something very important was missing. Ninety percent, or more, of the teachers in the district were still sitting. Was there really a difference in the quality of teacher between those standing and those sitting? I doubt it! Questions started firing off in my head “What about the students who earned a 35 on the ACT? What about the other universities? What about the teacher who dedicates her day to students who struggle?
As I thought, I started reflecting on some of the teaching that I see every day in the building where I teach. My school has a “Life Skills” class. Not one student in that classroom will be earning a perfect score on the ACT, nor will any of them attend an Ivy League school for college. In spite of this, the life skills teacher knows the value of each student in her room. She teaches them to read and write, she teaches them grooming skills, she teaches them how to ask for what they need. She teaches them how to shop at the grocery store. When her students are ready to move on to high school, she has a party, decorates her classroom with that particular school’s colors, and gifts the child with spirit wear so that he/she knows about the high school before they ever step in the door. She too deserves applause.
We have a speech teacher who recently visited Alaska. When she returned, she taught her students about the Iditarod. These students (who will not be earning a perfect score on the ACT) were using maps of Alaska to trace the routes. Students were reading fiction and informational text about the the great sled race, the dogs, and the mushers. They learned about the mushers, and kept track of them through the news and on-line. All the while, students were making improvements with their own speech through these valuable lessons. This teacher deserves applause.
We have a science teacher who works with students who are struggling readers. These students will not be attending an Ivy League school. However, their science teacher places exciting books about science topics on their desks, and these students look through the books when they come into the room everyday. Without realizing they are doing so, these students are being exposed to high-quality expository text that they would never choose for themselves. Applause for this instructor?
We have a math teacher who works with kids in an inclusion class (probably not going to ace the ACT). In spite of this, she stays late to tutor students who are struggling. She teaches, she explains, she shows, she draws, she lets students use math manipulatives. She tries to prepare each student individually by using a variety of methods. She lets students practice, provides reteaching, and lets them try again, always conscious that learning is a process. Her students may not earn a 36 on the ACT, but they will be prepared to do well. That’s high-quality teaching for all students. Give her applause.
I watched a teacher interact with an angry student. This student had been labeled with a behavior disorder, already had a track-record-of-trouble, and was about to make a series of choices that would have added much more to his record. The teacher stepped up, stayed calm, and started asking questions of the young man. After several minutes, it was obvious that they had a relationship with trust and respect. The student was given responsibility for his next actions, and was given choices. It was obvious that he had grown quite a bit, and that the teacher had spent many months helping the student to learn how to be upset without creating more issues for himself. That deserves applause.
So, if you are a teacher, you are worth so much more than the name of the university that your students may eventually attend. You might have students that planned to drop out of school by 16. Maybe something you said or did helped that student to stay committed to earning a high school diploma. That is praise-worthy! You might have students who don’t know what they are interested in, but you help them figure that out. That deserves applause. You might have a student who was content with handing in passable work until they had you as a teacher. You may have taught that student that it is worth taking on a challenge, even when it is difficult. You may have convinced a student that even if they can’t be the star of the basketball team, that they can run and be fit that way. You may have taught a student that life isn’t about being perfect, or getting a perfect score, but that it is about serving others, finding your interests, working hard, and being the best individual you can be. That, teachers, is praiseworthy. Claim that!!!
Sorry I haven’t posted in months. I will be serving a 3-year term on the Rebecca Caudill Evaluator’s Committee, so I won’t be able to comment on what I am reading. I am reading some great books, but you will have to wait until January for the 2014 Master List. Until then, here is a link to the 2013 list:
http://www.rcyrba.org/pdf/2013MasterList.pdf
2013 Master List
Rebecca Caudill Young Readers
Happy reading!!