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How Children Can Learn To Write Poetry In Six Steps
By: Zacharias Allred | 02/10/2008
Teaching children to write poetry can be done if the steps are broken down. Children learn best when it is simple and easily accomplished. Basically all you need to do is show children how to rhyme words and then put them together. Here are 6 methods.
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By: NWANOSIKE MICHAEL | 27/09/2008
This is The tale of two individuals whose paths met as a result of sickle cell disease…
They made it thus far having battled the disease for long :Arben lived to see the day where he would play a major factor in curing Tep(the little kid)of the disease...
What could have ended in a tragedy ended in a happy note: Arben already the chief medical officer (free from sickle cell disease) in top medical facility in the village; and Tep leading a healthy and secure life under his care..
Renewing on the Journey by Peter Menkin
By: Peter Menkin | 26/09/2008
Religious and spiritual poem about the spiritual journey by aspiring poet Peter Menkin, who reads this audio version posted on Archive.org. The poem begins with an invocation of kind and says in a direct, simply put way that the body mystical is part of the journey. The final version post on Peter Menkin blog was written May 16, 2001 and begins with these words:
Omega, birth with Paschal
blessings into the Spirit
that is renewing me, how
alert one comes to the body
mystical.
The Melody of the Bible by Peter Menkin
By: Peter Menkin | 26/09/2008
Religious and Spiritual poem about the Bible, as it is read in Church. This outloud reading of the New or Old Testament text is praised in the poem. Written by a "Parish Poet," Peter Menkin Obl Cam OSB, the work is also read by the same. These words from the poem's text (which appears on Peter Menkin blog):
lovely messengers, you bring
me to desire the Gospel
words that make new testament...
Christ's Enveloping Charity by Peter Menkin
By: Peter Menkin | 26/09/2008
Religious and spiritual poem about which aspiring poet Peter Menkin writes: "Today, Friday, I visited a woman in the health care unit of a retirement home. She asked me for a word, and I gave her these. I am thinking about them today: "For God alone my soul in silence waits;/from him comes my salvation..." (Psalm 62, BCP). The poem I post today is a personal statement about Christ and I hope has meaning for you as a believer, or if not a believer, gives you insight into the Psalm quotation.
Sleep, Known and Unknown Petitions by Peter Menkin
By: Peter Menkin | 26/09/2008
Religious and spiritual poem by aspiring poet Peter Menkin, read in his voice and recorded Lent, 2008, the work begins: Sleep, invited each night with anticipation. Lull during the hours to instill a deeper sometimes, punctuated with early times of prayer,for refreshment. Often awakened through force... The writer introduces the text which appears on his "Peter Menkin blog" this way: "I hope you will like this effort of mine, and find resonance in it.
Poem About a Dog by Peter Menkin
By: Peter Menkin | 26/09/2008
Secular doggeral about the Guide Dog "Christmas" who served Jan Robitscher of Berkeley, California, a teacher at The School for Deacons in Berkeley, California. The "poem" tells of the end of "Christmas'" career, and her moving on to retirement with Carol Luther, a Priest in the Diocese of California (San Francisco Bay Area). This is a sad story in a way, but told here about the service and happy, warm relationship this dog from Guide Dogs for the Blind had with her mistress.
Summer Before Last I Saw an Angel by Peter Menkin
By: Peter Menkin | 26/09/2008
Religious and spiritual poem about an angel sighting in Greenbrae, California at a Chevron station, this lightly humorous poem of the California sighting reads in part: "Way out West where cowboys and Indians live (they live in villages, native), two summers ago there was an angel at the gasoline pump--Chevron Station. (Greenbrae, CA.)." Writing an introduction to the vision, aspiring poet Peter Menkin, who also reads the poem on Archive.org, says: "Maybe it was the heat,how the air can rise..."
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