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Many may notice, that I post from this magazine, Poets & Writers, often. I don’t work for them, but I do subscribe. I sincerely doubt that they are aware that I share their articles, lol! But I give credit where it is due.

I absolutely love the resources that they provide in all areas of writing & especially focusing on Poetry. They’ve become my informational go-to guide of sorts. 

They’re subscriptions aren’t that expensive and well worth the investment in my opinion. Try them!

~Maxwanette A Poetess

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POETRY WRITING FOR KIDS: 3 FUN POEMS FOR KIDS TO WRITE

By Jillian | May 14, 2015 
Filed under: Kid ActivitiesTagged: School Agewriting activities

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Little M has been very interested in writing poetry lately. She’s always loved writing activities but this is the first time poetry has made a real appearance. It’s so fun to see her creating poem after poem.
For today’s activity, I’m teaming up with Pepperidge Farm to bring together two of Little M’s favorite things: Goldfish® Crackers and poetry writing for kids. YAY! So grab a snack, some paper, a pencil and a little poet.

Pepperidge Farm has been creating “The Little Moments. Big Smiles.” with their Goldfish Tales website. Fans of Goldfish crackers are given the opportunity to read the latest tale, find details regarding the promotion, submit their own tales and get a peek at behind-the-scenes videos.

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Poetry Writing for Kids: 3 Fun Poems for Kids to Write

Acrostic. Little M has a favorite type of poem and this is it. Do you remember writing acrostic poems when you were a kid? They are fun and easy, making them perfect poetry-writing exercises for kids.

An acrostic poem is one where the first letter of each line spells a word. (The word can also be formed in the middle or at the end of the line. Since I’m working with a beginner we are sticking to the beginning.)

I had Little M use orange and black markers to write the word GOLDFISH down the left side of her paper. I asked her to create a poem about the Goldfish Crackers she was snacking on. I can’t resist sharing her work.

Great
Orange
Little
Delicious
Fish
I
Share my fish and I
Heart my Goldfish!

Riddle. I hadn’t thought of riddles as poems until I read this Riddle Poems post from Imagination Soup. In the post, she lays out how to help kids form riddles with few easy prompts. We are great fans of jokes around here and riddles are similar to jokes so I know riddle poems would be a hit! I was right.

I wrote out the beginning of each line and had Little M fill in the rest. The theme? Goldfish of course!

I smell like…
I taste like…
I feel like…
I sound like…
What am I?

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Shape Poems I love, love, love the way our Goldfish cracker shape poems turned out. A shape poem is a poem that forms a shape with words. The words describe the shape they form. The words can either outline the shape or fill in the shape. Little M chose to outline the Goldfish cracker.

To prepare this one I drew a Goldfish cracker lightly with a pencil as a guide for where to write.

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*What Should I Write About???”~Maxwanette A Poetess

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“What Should I Write About???”

You can write about ANYTHING & EVERYTHING!

When it comes to Poetry, there’s no limit! It could be something or someone that inspires you, maybe about a rainy day, or even something as simple as cooking.

Pluck your ideas from the greatest inspiration…LIFE!

Now you never know when an inspiring thought or a few lines of Poetry, will spring into your mind. So, I suggest that you always have something to write with. I personally find, the Notes App on my phone is a great tool as well. I can tap my ideas down and even add an image if I choose. I can then always come back later and edit it if I wish.

What helps some people, is a quiet space. You know, meditative music, sounds of water flowing, birds chirping. Or maybe, you’re most inspire by a lot of activity. Whichever way you choose to go, find that place in which you’re most creative.  Feel, where you are and who you are in that moment. Whatever comes to mind, write it down. Even if it sounds crazy or boring. It’s simply a beginning point. Then take a look at what you’ve written. Breathe and think about it. Again, write whatever comes to mind. Play with it, rhyme it with other words or not. And see what you come up with.

And don’t forget to Have Fun!!!

~Maxwanette A Poetess

 

“True Colors” by~Maxwanette A Poetess

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“Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass… it’s learning to dance in the rain” ~Anonymous

{Picture derived from Pinterest)

True Colors

You talked, you smiled…

Knowing all the while,

The mission, in which you set for yourself.

 

You glided, you moved,

Fully aware of the grooves,

That only your presence could possibly make.

 

You laughed, vibed on a whole,

Showing calmness & lack of control,

As you exposed the realness, of your lost Soul.

 

Putting aside, all that gleamed,

Expressing what you really mean

Robbing your essence, your very presence, of who you’re created to be.

 

I looked out, through the rain,

As your Soul begged to dance again.

But you hardened your ears to the rhythm.

 

Selling yourself to the highest bidder,

Not even leaving, a miniscule sliver,

Of the magnificence that once, was you.

 

I stand in the rain…all alone,

Closing my eyes, feeling my way home…

“I Dance!”

© Maxwanette A Poetess {a.k.a. M.A.M.}, All Rights Reserved.

 

“Southern Hospitality” – I Love You Gulfport, Mississippi!!!~Maxwanette A Poetess

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*Gulf Coast Of Mississippi (2016)

(“Yeah, dere’s gators in dem waters!”)

Southern Hospitality

“Gur-r-rl!” Why you walkin’ in this weather?”

“You need a ride?”

It could be raining, cold or hot.

It’s that good old, “Southern Hospitality.”

 

Yes, Ma’am’s, No Ma’am’s, Yes, Sirs, No Sirs,

Coupled with Good Mornings & Good Afternoons.

Greetings, worn as badges of respect,

Followed by smiles as wide as the Coast itself.

 

Lost communications from former connections,

Seem so far behind me.

Caressed by smiles that reach the eyes and compliment the Soul…

Yeah, it’s that good old, “Southern Hospitality.”

 

*Inspired by time (1 Year) spent on the Gulf Coast Of Mississippi. I met some amazing people & had some wonderful experiences. There were dark times as well, but in life, we all have to weather out a storm or two. While in Mississippi, I came across a few negative individuals (that’s anywhere you go), but the number of positive ones? WERE PHENOMENAL! I thank the people and friends in Mississippi that helped my family & I when we needed it.  You all showed me some real love.

SHOUTS OF RECOGNITION – To the people of SawGrass Apartments (Gulfport, MS)! I can’t recall this woman’s name in the Management Office. She no longer works there, I think it’s Alvina. My 5 grandchildren, my pregnant daughter and I were walking a good distance in the hot sun. She refused to let us go another step unless she gave us a ride. I appreciate her existence, I thank you. Josh! (Joycelyn) This woman here? I love her Soul. Thank you for giving me those rides and helping my family. Tell those babies I said hi! A cool friend, Joe (Maintenance) – Nice to see part of the Staff being friendly & professional, My next-door Neighbors, BigMan & his Family who tried their hardest to bring me out of my shell, I was sick and nobody knew it. Nicest damn people I tell you, lol! I met an older lady upstairs from me, her husband transcended from cancer. She always offered me a ride. Bless you, Mother.  To Lisa & Daddy, thank you for all of your help! I never did get my wedding invite, lol!, Can’t forget my Family – Experiences appreciated & love is everlasting, and all of those that I forgot to mention, I thank you on behalf of myself and my family. You made my experience there memorable. 

Now, they say that you save the best for last. So I guess, this would be that time…I met many people out in “tha Sip” (slang form Mississippi). I fell in love with the sounds of Keke Wyatt, learned how to “Suck tha neck off dem crawfish!” lol, fell deeper in love, with the rhythmic waves of the ocean and natural scenery, saw Confederate living & mentality up close and personal – UGLY asf!, connected to my inner self and the energies of the South…I made a friend.

Now, anyone who really knows me knows, I’m particular about those in my circle. But I made an exception. This individual took me into her heart, her home, her family, and friends. She became a friend when I didn’t want one, but when a higher intervention knew that I needed one. It was as if she & her family adopted me. My girl Quita. Smh…She is a special individual. We lost contact, but I will NEVER forget her. Her children were the sweetest ever. They kept me laughing, lol! But Quita? That woman right there? She’s a dynamic force and doesn’t even know it. I thank you Quita, for being there when I didn’t know where there was. You my dear, are “PRICELESS!” Respect & Remembrance to Lorenzo (one of her brothers).

This poem was actually inspired, when I was walking and got caught in the rain. Now for those of you who are familiar with the South, you know those roads are forever long, lol! I got wet but had no choice but to walk. So, I did. A few cars honked, slowed down, and offered me a ride. But I’m from Brooklyn, NY…We don’t accept rides from strangers, lol! 5 minutes into my walk, thunder roared and it poured, lol! This white van kept trailing me. Finally, I stopped & became confrontational. Again, I’m from NY, lol! The driver pulled up beside me, rolled down the window, and it was an elderly woman. She had the most beautiful Black skin and white hair. She begged me to get in. I liked her vibes, so I did.

We had an interesting conversation. She told me about a recent lynching in Mississippi. I never heard about it, so I was shocked. She chuckled and asked me if I didn’t know that Slavery wasn’t abolished in Mississippi until 2013? My jaw hit the floor.  It was frickin’ 2016! She said, “Go on that Google. You’ll find it” (I did and my eyes rolled – I wrote a poem about it “2013 Equals 148 Years”). I chatted with Mother and listened to her wisdom and experiences. She took me to my front door and honked her horn as she drove away. 

People offered me rides, they offered me food, clothes, every and anything they had to assist me in being comfortable and happy. That’s that Love.

That’s, “Southern Hospitality.”

 

© Maxwanette A Poetess (a.k.a. M.A.M.), All Rights Reserved.