Day 3

I am going on vacation I won't be online for a while, but I will come back with lots of poems to type!

Day 2

Day 2

I am back and especially busy today. I sure hope I finish ten poems in time. I realized that yesterday I forgot to mention my loving cat, Fang. I decided to write a poem about him. Today I thought that I would write a haiku, but it really didn't go with what he really is, a unique, old healthy cat. Fang is also something that ties our family together.He recently felt ill and his eye turned red. He stopped eating and I got really worried about Fang. The vet said he might have eye cancer and he needed to go to the eye vet. Before we took Fang to the eye vet he was all better. This was around the time of my birthday and on my birthday he was all better. It seemed like a birthday wish come true any way here is a poem I like to call, Fang.

Fang

I have a lovely cat,

His name is Fang,

He is a great cat,

I don't want him to change.

My cat is black,

He is also really fat,

My cat is friendly,

And unlike other cats.

I can't ask for a better cat,

Ours is just fine,

I truly love my cat,

And I am glad that he is mine,

My cat likes to play outside,

Especially on sunny days,

He loves to chase the squirrels,

Except for in the rain.

My cat is loving,

He knows when I am sad,

I love my little cat,

Even when he is mad.

Obviously by this poem I am a cat person. For all the dog people out there it does not mean I dislike dogs. I actually love dogs. In fact I have a poem for all of the dog people out there in this world. Whoever is listening I would like you to know that this next poem is going to be about a dog. This dog is very abnormal though. He was born with a unique personality. I hope that you understand that this dog is an amazing dog, but he is nowhere near as important to me as my cat Fang. After all this dog is just a dog that I made up in this poem.I like to call this poem, Circus Dog.

Circus Dog

There once was a dog,
Who was born with stripes,
That were purple and blue,
And he played the bagpipes.

He knew he was unusual,
And so he wanted to leave,
He went to the circus,
To see what he could achieve.

He saw elephants,
And lots of tame lions,
But no dogs to see,
For miles and miles.

The dog never gave up.
He played his bagpipes,
While the people stared,
At his purple and blue stripes.

When he finished,
All the people clapped,
He even noticed that,
Some people laughed.

The dog was happy,
The peopled called him circus dog.
If you are lucky,
You will hear him sing a song.

Obviously, I like to write poems about  animals, but this next poem is nothing about animals. This next poem is something that I am sure all of you out there reading this knows. It is about the wonderful art of music. I believe that it is my longest poem I have ever written and it may have set me back a little bit. Especially since I only wrote four poems today and it is 6:00. I have to finish this by nine thirty so I could practice gymnastics. Anyway I am proud to announce a poem about the beautiful sounds of music. This next poem is a very beautiful poem called, A Puzzle.

A Puzzle

Beautiful sounds fill my ears,

The lovely music floods the air.

Careful songs,

Enhanced music everywhere,

The music crystal clear,

Smooth, elegant sounds,

Lovely music is all you hear,

Music all around.

Day in and day out music plays.

Lots of lovely music play today.

Music plays far and wide,

Music plays forever and always.

Waves of music all the time,

Waves of music day and night,

Waves of music awaken,

But that is alright.

Music is fantastic,

Music is especially calming,

It is formal and lovely,

 Music is beautiful and charming.

Music makes you laugh and cry,

It is in every bang and snap.

Music makes you fall in love,

Music makes you begin to clap.

Music makes you happy,

Music makes you smile,

Music is for everyone,

Including a young child.

Music is in every sound,

Music is in every soul,

It is ravishing and loud,

Music is wonderful.

Music brings tears,

And laughter through the air,

Music is here and there,

Music is everywhere.

Music is a puzzle,

Music brings us together,

Music is here to stay,

Music is forever.

This poem is my longest poem ever! I am really proud of this poem. Today I was reading the writers digest at the library and they said that a good way to become a real live author was to blog. I began blogging before I even read that, which means I could be an author! Any way this poem explains how I feel about music and it also explains how millions of people in this world feel about music. Music is beautiful and it is in every noise that is ever heard. Even the ticking of a clock is music to my ears. Speaking of clocks It is 6:30 and I am not making much progress on getting this finished. Hear is a poem that I like to call, Gymnastics.

Gymnastics

Tumble on the floor,

With fast flips on the mat.

I do back flips and front flips,

I never stop to chat.

Balance on the beam,

Don't fall down,

Difficult to manage,

Jumps and spins around.

Kips on the bars,

Squat ons and clear hips,

Strength and conditioning,

Coaches always giving tips.

Warm up for vault,

Front Handspring over the table,

Perfect body form,

Remember to be stable.

Floor is my favorite,

Bars need high casts,

Beam is the hardest,

Vault is the fastest.

This poem just shows how much gymnastics means to me. I really do love gymnastics there is no other sport I would rather do. Most people believe that football and hockey are the big difficult sports, but they are not really. Gymnastics is the sport where you exercise every single muscle. As for football or hockey you only work on leg core strength. Core strength is the easiest strength to build though. Anyway in honor of the Olympics here is a poem I like to call, America.

America

The home of the free,

We are free with liberty,

The home of the brave.

Red is for courage,

White is for the purity,

Blue for liberty.

50 free states here,

Forming our cool country,

Always here together.

A fine place to live,

To me it is just perfect,

Just like the others.

We love our country,

It is important to us,

So do not harm it.

Our country is kind,

It is free and wonderful,

I love our country.

I wrote this poem for the Olympic gymnastics team that won gold. Good job Aly Raisman, Jordyn Wieber, Gabby Douglas, McKayla Maroney, and Kyla Ross. I believe these girls did the best that they could do and all of America should be proud of them. Best wishes to you guys I hope to see you in Rio de Janiero. That is if I make it to Rio for the 2016 Rio Olympics and be in the next fantastic and fabulous five for gymnastics! Here is a poem for Jordyn Wieber and I, for our home state in Michigan, thank you Jordyn Wieber a fellow Michigander. Here is a poem I like to call, Michigan.

Michigan

This is my state,
A loud roudy state,
It is an awesome state,
Even if it has a high crime rate.

My state is awesome,
And everybody knows it,
If you come to Michigan,
You should see every bit.

Michigan is wonderful,
And I hope you decide the same,
I would really like it,
If you came.

Michigan the great lake state,
Is full of wonder,
I hope that you know,
that I would like you to come here.

 I am happy to finish this poem because of how proud I am as a one an only pure Michigander. This poem is for Jordyn Wieber who is a fellow pure Michigander, and a gold medal winning Olympian. I am proud to say that Jordyn Wieber and I share the same state and are both in gymnastics. Michigan the great lakes state is in my oppinion the best state on this entire planet. I am glad to say that this next poem is a little bit about a dreadful curse known as immortality.

Immortality

Living forever and ever,
Never going to die,
Never going to heaven,
Up high in the sky.

Immortality is sad,
You don't want to live forever,
I really want to help you,
So that you won't be in this endeavor.

Don't become immortal,
It is not a happy thing,
It is not bad to be normal,
Immortality just stings.

It is a frightening thing,
I hate this curse,
I wish it were gone,
I want the curse to reverse.

I truly hate this curse,
I don't want to be immortal,
I would like to go to heaven,
I want to be normal.

This poem reminds me of vampire and other creatures who happen to live forever and ever. They will never ever die

Snowflake

Falling from the sky,
Cold little things,
Small little flakes,
They can't help themselves from falling.

Crystalyzed figures,
Falling from the sky,
They are beautiful figures,
That can die.

Do not be alarmed,
Because they are cold,
They won't harm you,
And they don't grow old.

Those poor little snowflakes,
That don't survive,
Are beautiful to me,
Even if they are not alive.


Ladybugs

Small little bugs,
That are cute little creatures,
Fly around all day,
With polka dot features.

Red with black polka dots,
Flying round and round,
Not ever a bother,
Making no sound.

If they land on you,
Make a wish,
Those cute ladybugs,
Are something to cherish.

Don't be alarmed,
They are no harm,
These little ladybugs,
Won't be of an alarm.

Grace

Honorable,
Compassionate,
Athletic,

Wishes to run like a cheetah.

Dreams of happiness.

Wants to live a long life,

Who wonders about the future,

Who fears time,

Who is afraid of loss,

Who likes to travel around the planet.

Who believes in immortality,

Who loves gymnastics.
Who loves Christmas.

Who loves family.
Who loves Texas.

Who plans to be an Olympian.
Who plans to live life to the fullest.
Who plans to accomplish goals.

Whose final destination is unknown.

 

Day 1

Day 1

 I am willing to take on the impossible challenge of writing 200 poems in 20 day. I must write 200 poems before summer ends. With my busy schedule of seven and a half hours of gymnastics a week, flute practice, and about three weekends at a summer house without internet this just might be impossible. Here I, Grace Bee, go on to accomplish the impossible and write 200 poems in 20 days. A risky thing to do, yet a project I must take on. I am excited to announce my first poem, Tick-Tock,

Tick-Tock  
The gears on the clock are churning,
 
As I wait with my every last breath.
 
Inside a hospital bed,
 
Patiently awaiting my death.
 
 
 
The clock is ticking slowly,
 
As my illness overtakes me.
 
Tears form in my eyes,
 
While I wish for immortality.
 
 
 
My heart pounds slowly like the ticking of a clock.
 
My heart beats and beats fighting for dear life.
 
I see the clock’s arms turning,
 
As I hope to stay alive.
 
 
 
The clock appears to be very young exactly like myself.
 
After all I had only six years of life,
 
And it’s my time to die.
 
I know that I was really bold while I was alive.
 
 
 
The clock is very slow,
 
And my life goes by quickly.
 
I thought about my family,
 
And how I get even sicker.
 
 
 
The clock is gone,
 
And I become blind.
 
That is when I realize,
 
That I have finally died. 

This may be the longest poem that I have ever written. someday i hope for this poem to be published in a big book with all kinds of other poems that i wrote. I hope for the book to be called 200 poems in 20 days. That will surely make me feel accomplished. I hope i do not let you guys down. I must keep writing 10 poems per day in order to fully fill my promise to all of you guys out there reading. Oh please read this. On to my second poem which I will call, Gone.

Gone
 
I walk and walk around the house,
But he is not anywhere.
I search and search in his room,
but it is sorrowly bare.
 
I scavenge for him in my room,
but he cannot be found.
I look and look for him all day,
but he is not around.
 
I search for him in the library,
The place where he always reads.
I search and search for him all day,
Hoping to find him and suceed.
 
I try and try to find him,
but he is just not here.
I search and search everywhere,
but my heart still fills with fear.
 
Tears flow through my eyes,
as I search in one more place.
I hope for him to be there,
and I hope for him to be safe.
 
I walk inside the room.
I look and look around.
That is when I see him,
Laying on the ground. 

I don't know why I fill my poems with sorrow. In fact I am quite a happy person. I have a wonderful younger brother named Bodie. He is only eight years old and he is just about the cutest little thing in the whole wide world. I also have a thoughtful fifteen year old older sister named Paige, who can be grouchy at times. I always remember that she is still nice even when she is in a bad mood. I also have a caring mother and a caring father. My mother is just about the best cook in the whole world and my father is probably the smartest person you will ever know. 

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice

A mother and father living far away,

Wanted a daughter to care for,

They found the ingredients to make one,

and then decided to go to the store.

Isle down isle they were looking for,

  The perfect ingredients for their little girl.

They went down an isle for sugar,

To make their daughter sweet,

Then they began to think,

What would their daughter eat?

They decided to buy some baby food,

Then they looked at each other with gratitude.

Next they went down another isle,

So that they could add some spice,

Then they realized that what they needed,

was to find everything nice.

In the end they found,

 The perfect daughter to have around

I think this poem is my favorite poem because i don't normally write these kinds of poems. I usually write those sad sorrowful poems. This poem is funny, and happy instead of sad and heart breaking. I think I should write more funny and happy poems now. That would be nice to see more happy poems in my future. Speaking of future here comes a poem i like to call crystal ball.

Crystal Ball

Past, present, future, whatever you wish to see.

As long as you can handle the truth,

As long as you can confide in me,

As long as you can promise never to forsooth.

Your past will scar you severely.

Your present makes me worried.

Your future is tragic,

Your whole life is filled with sorrow.

Trust me, I don't lie,

You know it in your heart,

I am the crystal ball.

And this is my purpose, my part.

You know what I tell.

Past, present, future, whatever you wish to see.

As long as you can handle the truth,

As long as you can confide in me.

This one was not much of a happy poem, but I am trying to make my poems happier. I am just not used to happy poems thats all. This next one will hopefully be happy like i want it to be. This next one is one of my favorite poems. I love this poem becomes it just seems magical to me. I hope you enjoy this next poem. I like to call this poem, Fairy Boat.

Fairy Boat

Layered in flowers,

And floating away,

Covered in creatures,

  For they couldn't stay.

The creatures were small,

And cute little things,

Traveling along the river, 

Bearing tiny wings.

Creatures of all shapes and sizes,

Colored with pinks blues and greens,

Elegant little creatures,

The size of a jelly bean.

The creatures are known as fairies,

And this is where our boats get their name,

From the elegant creatures always floating by,

The creatures that are so elegant and tame.

I think I am getting better, but there still are some sad poems up my sleave. Anyway I think I found my favorite poem. This poem just seems magical to me and it took me a lot of today to write. Ever since I was little I wondered why they called those beautiful little ferry boats, ferry boats. In the end i decided to make up a reason, because of those beautiful little fairies floating around on there elegant little fairy boats. When I was younger I was extremely interested in fairies. I still have glow in the dark fairy stickers forming the shape of a boat on my ceiling above my bed. Don't ask how i got them on my ceiling, it is a long embarrassing story.

Worry

My eyes become itchy,

As if I would cry,

My head aches of pain,

As if I would die.

It is like a monster,

Eating me up.

Worry and stress,

I've had enough of.

 I can't concentrate,

It makes me sick,

I can't sleep,

Worry is like a tick.

It disturbs me,

It scares me,

it scars me for life.

Worry is everywhere as far as I can see.

It makes me cough,

It makes me cry,

I want it gone,

I don't want tears running down my eyes.

I want it gone,

But it won't leave,

It is here forever,

And this is what I grieve.

I am sorry about another sad poem, but this one is true. I really do feel this way when i get worried or stressed. I just feel like it will never go away. I feel like my worry will just stay here forever and that I would just grow up to be a worried, stressed person who never leaves the house. Sometimes I feel like I am going to grow up to be old and lonely with a thousand cats, but that is just my worry taking over. Anyway my next poem is about a classic story I am sure that you all know about, Robinhood.

Robinhood

Robin was his name.

A notorious crook,

Who stole from the wealthy,

and gave to the poor.

He was an awful person,

And we couldn't stand it,

We had to arrest him,

Before the great riot.

He stole gold, he stole food, and he was so rude!

But robin was fast and we couldn't catch him.

What could we do to get back at the man.

I tried to catch that man in the dim.

Then we realized he was a good guy.

What if we were poor wouldn't we be greatful.

i don't want to catch him.

For if I were poor I would be thankful.

I like this poem because it seems adventurous just like the real live Robinhood himself. He was notorious just like the poem says. I was always curious about Robinhood and i decided that it would be awesome to write a poem about him. The real Robinhood. The notorious crook who helped the poor and stole from the rich. He is the most awesome crook you will ever hear about and he deserves a poem. I am proud to write a poem about the real Robinhood. The true story of a wonderful, modest man.This next poem is funny and happy and it is called my rhino.

My Rhino

I found a rhino at the park,
And I would like to keep him,
He is really cute and really small,
About the size of a kitten.

He likes cheese and peanut butter,
I promise he will be good.
I will train him perfectly,
I really could, I really could.

I would name my rhino Bodie,
And buy him rhino clothes,
I will keep him under my bed,
And I will cover up his sharp nose.

I will keep him happy,
We will play fun games.
He will never be board,
And he will never be lame.

I want to keep this rhino,
He is really, really neat.
Let me keep this rhino,
He is super duper sweet.

I really love this rhino poem because it seems so funny to me. I named this rhino after Bodie because I really care about the rhino in the poem and I also really care about Bodie. Bodie is a wonderful little boy and I am happy to be his older sister.  I decided to right a poem about a unique animal because Bodie is a unique little boy. I am especially proud of this poem and Bodie giggles every time I read it to him. Bodie cares about me and I also care about him so here is a poem just for Bodie the best brother I could have. Thank you Bodie. Next is apoem about believing, I call it Believe.

Believe

I wanted to be a famous actress,

So I went to Hollywood,

I went to a lot of auditions.

But nobody said I could.

I still never gave up,

And I kept on moving forward,

That is when I found a friend,

A friend who was good natured.

My friend said that I could do anything,

I just had to believe,

I tried to do what he said,

And I finally achieved.

I finally became an actress,

And my friend seemed to vanish.

I will never forget that friend,

Who helped me accomplish this.

Please do me a favor,

For my little friend.

If you want to do something,

Always believe you can.

This poem is about my loving caring parents and how they support my dream of wanting to be an Olympic gymnast. It may not happen, but they support me anyway. In the end when the friend vanishes, it symbalizes how people have no idea how much their parents support them. I know my parents support me and I am happy and thankful about that. I am also happy to tell you that this next poem is the last one for today. The next poem is called Ascot Turkey.

Ascot Turkey

 I saw a metal turkey,

He was crossing the street,

He wore a crochet ascot,

And he looked really neat.

He was blue, red, and yellow,

And he was real creepy looking.

He had weird eyes,

And he was amazing at cooking.

The turkey is a vegan,

How does he survive?

He looked super healthy,

And I am glad he is alive.

For last week was thanksgiving,

And most turkeys died,

We bought the little turkey,

And took him inside.

 We make our turkey eat a lot,

We don't want him to be slim.

I can't wait until next thanksgiving,

because we are going to eat him.

That last poem is about a metal chicken in our family room on our fire place. I recently made this chicken a crochet ascot because I was board. It turned out nicely and I guess the turkey was ascot worthy. He is not really a turkey though. He is more of a rooster. An antique rooster to be precise. My mom won the turkey from a game she plays with my family down in Texas. The game is a game we do every Christmas. the game is called White Elephant and it is a super fun and awesome game. I am happy to say this is the last poem of the day and I am done for today. See you tomorrow, Thank you, whoever is listening, if anybody is listening.