Write about a Time You Found Your Passion

41 Write a Chant Poem about History

When Will You Know Slavery?

You’ll won’t know slavery

till you sit in the hold of ship chained

to the floor with your hands chained

to the collar round your neck.

You won’t know slavery

till you feel the ship heave

as babies cry for the mother

who tries to keep them close.

You won’t slavery till

you taste the cold sea water as it slams over

the deck and into the place where you lay

and you cannot escape even if you could swim a thousand miles back to

Africa.

You won’t know slavery

till you feel the master’s whip and

watch the welts rise on your father’s back.

You won’t know slavery

till you stare into the children’s eyes

and see no future.

You won’t know slavery

till you see a sign above a

drinking fountain that says

WHITES ONLY.

You won’t know slavery

till you see the bitterness

in the eyes of the man behind

the counter who won’t serve you.

You won’t know slavery

till you watch the man apply for a job

and know he will never get that job.

You won’t know slavery

till you hear 10 thousand marching

for the simple right to be human.

You won’t know slavery

Till you stand

On the mountaintop

And gaze into the the

Promised land,

You won’t know slavery

Till you stare

Into the eyes of

A black child and glimpse

a spark of hope.

You won’t know

slavery

till you

Have a dream that

You will one day be judged

Not by the color of your skin

But by the content

of your character.

You won’t know Slavery

till you taste

The tears of years

welling up inside

like the saddest song

you have ever heard.

You wont know slavery

Till you leave the

Chains dangling

In the wind

And rise up to

A New dream.

You wont known slavery

Till you feel

The new dream

Pounding like a drum

In your heart.

You wont know slavery

Till you

Taste

sweet

freedom

dripping

like a georgia Peach

down your cheeks.

Barry Lane

Write a Top ____ Reasons Poem

Top 8 Reasons Why I Want to Be a Grizzly Bear

8 I could stand 10 feet tall

7 I could weigh over 1000 pounds

6 I could smell a rotting carcass 2 miles away

5 I could kill a cow with each blow

4 I could run 40 miles per hour

3 I could outrun a

2 I could out swim an olympian

And the number one reason why I want to be a Grizzly bear is...

I COULD SLEEP FROM OCTOBER TO MAY

Barry Lane (from 51 Wacky We-search Reports)

Write about Race

Double Take

If I were you

and you were me

Oh how strange

this world would be

You’d like pizza

I’d like steak

you’d like puddles

I’d like lakes

I’d like movies

you’d read books

friends would give us

funny looks

Cause I’d be black

and you’d be white

and we would Know

we ARE alike.

For I am you

And you

Are me

Can’t you see!

Can’t you see!

barry lane

Write about a New Day

New Day

1 The New Day (Words and music by Barry and Jessie Lane) by Barrylane55

No more worries no more fears

Something new between the ears

If someone hits you turn your cheek

You own the world when you are meek

For Now is the new day

Now is the new day

Now is the new day

Now is the new day

Don’t judge me by my skin

Take the time to look within

The train of Truth is on the track

When no one talks behind your back,

For Now is the new day

Now is the new day

Now is the new day

Now is the new day

Men and Woman are two wings

The bird it flies , the bird it sings

Much more love and much less Hate

Watch the world cooperate

For Now is the new day

Now is the new day

Now is the new day

Now is the new day

We are the mixed Fruit of one tree

Live in peace and unity

Forget the Old , embrace the new

Less Me me me More YOU YOU YOU

For Now is the new day

Now is the new day

Now is the new day

Now is the new day

People hungry

people scared

they don’t know

how much we care

Face the sun

Soak up its rays

Its time to find

A Better Way

For Now is the new day

Now is the new day

Now is the new day

Now is the new day.

A Song by Barry and Jessie Lane

Write about playing a Musical Instrument

Violins in the Schools

There is a

cat in my room

after supper

wailing

to be free.

A young boy

holds her,

coaxes her

to make

sweet melodies,

but she

scratches

back at him

cornered by

his will.

Help me Mozart !

Civilization is crumbling

in my callow fingers.

And The Little Star

high up in the sky

is wondering

who I am.

Barry Lane

23 Write about an Ancestor

Rifka

When the

steamship tickets arrived

in the mail

you said no.

You would rather

stay here

with the

hatred you know

then go

to the dark

of a new world

no better than

this one.

And when I look

at your passport photo,

I cant help

but think of all

the journey's you

never took.

How fear holds

us all in place,

glues us

to the miserable moment,

traps light

in its black prism.

Alone in our

tiny village,

we

wait

for the

jackboots

to take us

to a

place

we don't

even

dare to imagine.

Barry Lane For my Great Aunt Rifka who died in Poland circa 1943