The Delight Song of Vincent Ramos

Posted April 7, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

I am the core of a red apple

I am the hawk with its eyes so bright

I am a sapling ready to grow

I am the darkest shadow

I am the scroll that will guide you

I am honey that flows on your pancakes

I am the drone whom you control

I am the sadness that brings you joy

I am the medicine that clears your throat

I am the love that flows through your heart

I am the person who will heal your sadness

I stand in your heart until the end

I will guide you on your journey to Mount Everest

 

by Vincent, 3rd grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Mackenzie, WITS Youth Advisory Council Student. The background music is “Journey Near Complete” by Ketsa. Freemusicarchive.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.

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Sadness

Posted April 6, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

When sadness comes to you

as an aqua mermaid

you must put her in your bathtub.

Give her homemade stew

but don’t add jalapeno—

she will mourn over spice.

Ah! Dessert for her, of course.

Lemon cake with rainbow sprinkles!

Oh, that would make her day!

Then give her your bed,

and sleep on the couch.

Oh, I almost forgot!

She likes eggs and bacon

for breakfast.

 

by Mirabelle, 3rd grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Tori, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “Sea Change”  by Airtone. Jamendo.com. Produced by Susan Phillips.

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Self Portrait as Hurricane Season

Posted April 5, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

My mother tells me that I was born outside of the eye of a hurricane,
where the storm is strong and moves in radials;
a series of low-pressure systems and winds that carry bayous.

My ninth birthday was suspended in the space between cyclone and silence.
I watched my city build itself up again after Hurricane Ike and
I think we were both having growing pains.

I’ve learned that my purpose is flooding.
I want to form inundations of words and earn
the title of a Category Four. Drought reliever and filler of bayou banks.

Hurricanes bring heat energy from the tropics
the way I would like to bring light to the city that taught me
how to hold rainwater in the form of letters.
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I only came into my skin
after I grew into this city and both happened like storm clouds;
rolling in and all at once.

Brown is my favorite color,
I can finally see the whirlpools that rest in my skin and in flood water.
And I’ve learned to love the greens hidden in browns hidden in labyrinths of color.

I find impressions of myself in silt.
There are maps of this city pressed into my hands
like footsteps on wet ground.
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My favorite smell is rain falling on concrete
like cumin pouring onto my mom’s cooking that she learned from her mother.
I can be a drop of water falling in multiple places.

I am sewn to the city I’ve learned to call my own
like humidity on a body that can finally
hold its own storm.

By Fareena Arefeen, Houston Youth Poet Laureate, 11th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Fareena Arefeen, Houston Youth Poet Laureate. The background music is “Hurricanes” by Jose Manuel Gonzalez Nunez. Freemusicarchive.org. Produced by Susan Phillips.

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Ode to a Lime

Posted April 4, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

Gleaming in the sunlight,
wicked green,
rocks like a boat when sliced.

Slice it!

Now it looks like the Grinch,
smells like a Warhead.

Juicy.
Eat it if you dare.
It will give you a sour face.
Delicious for me, but
for you, maybe not.

Transparent like a window.
If I hide behind it, you
will still see me.

Slices like pizza,
but not as rich and tasty.

You made a sour face.
Admit it.

Use a wedge for a mustache-
you’ll look like Abe Lincoln.

by Hanno, 3rd grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Adam, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “Citron” by Wallahi ccMixter.com. Produced by Susan Phillips.

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When I Write

Posted April 3, 2017 & filed under Notebook, Poem, Poem of the Day, Student Writing.

 

A poem is like a volcano trying to erupt.
A story is like a wild unknown animal, yet to be discovered.
A play is like a crazy zombie apocalypse.
Because zombies are dumb and funny, wearing crazy hats.
When I write, I feel like a maze that has a-maze-ing ideas.
When I write, I feel like a hero fighting for the weak and making them believe.

by Miguel, 4th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on Sunny 99.1KPFT 90.1, and KTRU 96.1 by Mackenzie, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “Tough Guy” by Akashic Records. Produced by Susan Phillips.

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Into the Great Unknown

Posted April 29, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Friday, 29th #1

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I would sail on a wooden blue boat

with a flag waving in the wind

I would jump a fast-moving train

whooshing over the land

I would pilot a small plane

over and above the clouds

I would tunnel under the earth

where the ants crawl

I would go bravely into the

great unknown as long as my dog is beside me

 

By Johnson, 5th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Samantha, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “Call To Adventure” by Kevin MacLeod. Produced by Susan Phillips.

 

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The Perfect View

Posted April 28, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

2 thurs, 28th

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The sky

Gray

But not too much so

‘is not gloomy but relaxed

The wind

Light

For I feel it’s softly tugging at my paper

But even if I let it go the paper wouldn’t

Move far.

The sun’s light shines dimly

Through the clouds

The deep green grass catches

My eye with its simple beauty.

 

Just the perfect view.

 

By Caleb, 7th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Donald, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “Call To Adventure” by Kevin MacLeod. Produced by Susan Phillips.

 

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Swimming Music

Posted April 27, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

2 wed, 27th

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I am Swimming Music.

I am diving through the audience’s mind,

putting them into a dream of wonder.

I gather through the life of a harp.

I glide toward the heart, filling the melody.

I am a soul among water, among the things

I was made for. I charge in to a sea of personalities.

I am a moody window that opens into a spring day,

or a rainy cloud. I throw myself into souls

like an everlasting fountain.

I was formed by the living, for the living.

I am neither alive nor dead.

I am the breath of one who loves.

 

By Virginia, 3rd grade

 

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Donald, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “For My Mom by Exi Style. Produced by Susan Phillips.

 

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Mi nombre | My Name

Posted April 26, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Es el numero uno.

Suena como mariposas,

como la naturaleza,

como mucha dulzura.

Es el viento.

Es como el color rosado,

como puntos rosados,

chiquitas mariposas.

Y como hablo en vos baja.

Se siente libre.

Como estas corriendo afuera en la naturaleza,

y el viento soplando,

sobre ti

hermosos colores de blanco,

y arco iris todas partes.

Suena como el sonido de la naturaleza

como toda esta en silencio

Es como

querer animals i la naturaleza

querer nadir,

querer dibujar,

y escribir.

 

2 tues, 26th

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It is the number one.

It sound like butterflies,

like nature,

like sweetness.

It sounds like kindness

and wind.

It is the color pink,

like pink dots and,

little pink butterflies.

It means how I talk

in a whisper.

It feels free.

It’s like you’re running outside

in nature,

the wind blowing

on your beautiful colors of white,

and rainbows all around.

It sounds like nature’s sound,

peace, quiet.

It loves animals and nature,

loves to swim,

loves to draw,

loves to write.

 

By Adriana, 2nd grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Samantha, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “Chiado” by Jahzzar. Produced by Susan Phillips.

 

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The Forest

Posted April 25, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

1 mon, 25th

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The air is within the forest

whisper of nature

branches with hope

within the winds

hope will rise

and the forest’s fog

also wishes for hope

in the winds

and the trees will grow that strong hope

so the sun will rise

with loving hope and with care

By Taran, 2nd grade

 

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Tori, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “Beautiful Rain” by Ketsa. Produced by Susan Phillips.

 

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The Music

Posted April 22, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Friday, 22nd #1

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The sound of the beat fills my ears

I can’t believe it’s from my own hands

 

The stars shine in my face

as my fingers follow the music

 

The music is scarring my face with emotions

by my hands are being controlled by the guitar

it seems

not the other way around

the guitar will not let me stop

 

The stars in the ski

make my face shine

 

Yeah, my hands fly high

so fly like they never did before

birds in the floor

and the lizards

in the sky

 

By Ashley, 7th grade

 

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Tori, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “Vagabond” by The Kinky Fingers. Produced by Susan Phillips.

 

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What Is Beauty?

Posted April 21, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

1 thurs, 21st

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Beauty is equal to living free in the air.

You’re a horse running faster than lightning,

Hitting the floor.

Your feet are a hammer hitting a tube.

Beauty comes from inside your heart.

Someone is stealing from you, and you forgive them.

Beauty is in nature.

Ducks are singing, air whispering, “Relax.”

Beauty is happiness.

You’re jumping with a colored unicorn.

Rain drops are candy.

You’re a cloud made out of cotton candy.

Beauty does not come from outside

But very nice on the inside.

It does not take anything to make a rose floating in the water.

Beauty is life.

Your heart is jumping in your chest,

Bumping over your skin, and it is a ball hopping.

By Viviana, 4th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Rukmini, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “Clap Your Hands” by Jahzzar. Produced by Susan Phillips.

 

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Sheep

Posted April 20, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Wednesday, 20th #2

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I see the sunset.

The trees are blowing, and the leaves are flying.

I’m lying down on a hammock.

My brother is swinging with me

and going back and forth, over and over.

The soft silk of the hammock is like a sheep’s fur.

I’m catching my breath.

I see flowers bloom orange and red

and bricks stacked on top of each other.

My brother is swinging me.

 

By River, 2nd grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Isabella, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “A Wee Tipple” by Scott Holmes. Produced by Susan Phillips.

 

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Ode to a Book

Posted April 19, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Tuesday, 19th #2

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Book, you are so special.

You are old like my precious grandmother.

Toy have been used so much that you’re

almost falling apart.

 

Book, I see you in the library standing strong.

When I open you, flip, flip, flip

as my imagination turns on.

 

As I open you, your smell is like a piney wood day.

Your fragrance reminds me of

my grandmother’s perfume.

 

When I touch you,

you are as smooth as the wind on a hot day.

Your pages are crisp and worn out.

You make my imagination come alive

and I see pictures in my mind.

 

by Layla, 4th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Isabella, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “Readers! Do You Read?” by Chris Zabriskie. Produced by Susan Phillips.

 

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My Voice

Posted April 18, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

2 mon, 18th

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Listen to what I have to say

My voice rumbles like thunder

My voice sings like a bird

I am so powerful

My words will melt all the lies

The world will learn about my truth

Listen to what I have to say

I can change the world

 

By Trish’ia, 6th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Dominic, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “The Thunderstorm” by Karstenholymoly. Produced by Susan Phillips.

 

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Springtime

Posted April 15, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

1 fri, 15th

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Spring is coming, winter files are closing.

I feel the sparkling beauty with shimmering, warm winds

over the hilly hills in California.

The clock is ticking till spring is coming.

Now the horses are trotting with glee.

No chilly winds anymore.

The butterflies are sipping warm nectar.

The moonscape is coming home.

Hello, moonscape.

The seasons are coming and going quickly.

I’m hunting for more butterflies.

I’m picturing the business bees rushing at the presidents.

I smell the natural smell of summer.

 

By Sofie, 2nd grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Basmah, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “April Showers” by ProletR. Produced by Susan Phillips.

 

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Seawater

Posted April 14, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

2 thurs, 14th

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Splashing, lashing

fighting the angry storm

with all her might.

She leaps over the stars and slays him

with one mighty blow.

Then all was peaceful and calm,

she sought that she ought to be separated,

so there would be no slaying unless needed,

to slay the next strongest storm.

Her friend agreed,

And this is how rivers came to be.

 

By Viane, 3rd grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Dominic, WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “Jazzy Eve of the Heavy Seas” by Wired Ant. Produced by Susan Phillips.

 

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Lunar Patterns

Posted April 13, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Wednesday 13th, #3

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I never liked knowing that words are limitless.

I always like to pretend

that stars that left particles in the air were nothing

more than tombstones lost to infinity

 

I never liked thinking that romanticism was the only type of poetry

You say that the two are

inseparable, but I always believed that a word

breathed deeper than a monarch

who sits on a tree

 

I never liked listening to modern love songs

You say that a bird’s song sounds a lot like

plastic bottles whistling through air conditioner vents,

I always thought that the shadow a pen made

on a page were like imprints on a aphasic moon,

and as lunar patterns became our gods

poetry should become like scripture onto

a city’s landscape.

 

By Andrew White, Houston Youth Poet Laureate, 12th grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Andrew White, Houston Youth Poet Laureate. The background music is “Hard Moon Light” by DJ.E_State. Produced by Susan Phillips.

 

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Mi corazón (My Heart)

Posted April 12, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Mi corazón es como un mapa

repleto de sueños y lágrimas.

Mi corazón es un lugar donde

todos pueden hacer amigos y

amarse mutuamente. Mi corazón

es donde los arrendajos azules cantan

en un día soleado de verano.

Mi corazón es un lugar donde

puedes subir las montañas y sentir

la fresca brisa en tu cara

Mi corazón es como un tulipán

esperando para florecer sus

pétalos brillantes. Mi corazón

es como un mar cafecito,

dulce y de chocolate.

Tuesday, 12th #1

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My heart is like a map

full of dreams and tears.

My heart is a place where

everyone can make friends and

love one another. My heart

is where the Blue Jays sing

on a sunny summer day.

My heart is a place where

You can climb mountains and feel

the cool breeze on your face.

My heart is like a tulip

waiting to bloom its

brights petals. My heart

is like a dark brown sea,

sweet and chocolaty.

 

By Esperanza, 3rd grade

Click the media player above to listen to the poem read on KPFT 90.1 and KTRU 96.1 by Jaelynn, a WITS Youth Advisory Council Member. The background music is “Clap Your Hands” by Jahzzar. Produced by Susan Phillips.

 

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The Moments of My Life

Posted April 11, 2016 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Monday, 11th #2

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Two days ago in a white fluffy dress

the air was so strong

that my dress lifted and

twirled the wind.

It was not just any wind,

it was my friend the wind.

The wind was my friend because

it was singing a song,

it smelled like roses

all over again.

The wind gave me hope

the wind gave me heart-shaped love.

By Alyssa, 3rd grade

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