• For our Spring Holiday Poem Card Contest and in honor of Mother’s Day this Sunday, we asked our 170 Badgerdog writers to wax poetic about the women they call Mom. We received more than 120 poems celebrating the strength, wisdom, and beauty of mothers who sing songs and wash flip flops, mothers with skin so soft and eyes that shine in the sun, mothers who work too hard, and one mother, who, if she were an animal would be a cat. We selected the three poems that moved us most with their artistry, insight, and vision. You can find the first two of these in preceding posts.

    Today, we are pleased to announce the contest winner—Siearra at Del Valle Middle School, whose poem “Tiger Mama,” hits on one mother’s toughness, verve, bite, and beauty. Siearra’s poem will be distributed in restaurants across the city, so if you’re taking mom to brunch on Sunday, you may find this beautiful poem—an ode to mothers everywhere—tucked inside your check.

    Tiger Mama

    She’s like a grasshopper,
    hopping in the streets of Hynoon,
    eating the guts of insects,
    saying, “Clean your room, Siearra!”
    She’s like Air Jordans—fresh and tight.
    She’s tough as a tiger biker,
    always yelling, “Yield!” in the strangest places, like the grocery store.
    She’s the Himalayas—courageous and extraordinary, the mountain of wisdom.
    She’s always asking me, “How much do you love me, McShorty?”
    She loves the taste of dark chocolate.
    She’s like poison ivy—contagious in so many ways.

    Siearra, seventh grade, Del Valle Middle School

    Original artwork by Sarah Meraz.

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  • For our Spring Holiday Poem Card Contest and in honor of Mother’s Day this Sunday, we asked our 170 Badgerdog writers to wax poetic about the women they call Mom. We received more than 120 poems celebrating the strength, wisdom, and beauty of mothers who sing songs and wash flip flops, mothers with skin so soft and eyes that shine in the sun, mothers who work too hard, and one mother, who, if she were an animal would be a cat. We’ve selected the three poems that moved us most with their artistry, insight, and vision, and we’ll be publishing these on the Badgerblog this week. On Wednesday, we’ll announce the winning poem, which will also be distributed in restaurants across the city, so if you’re taking mom to brunch on Sunday, you may find a beautiful piece of poetry—an ode to mothers—tucked inside your check.

    Today we present one of our finalists, a poem from Adonis at Hornsby-Dunlap Elementary School. With great honesty and humor, it celebrates the unconditional love mothers wield, and stern protection that flares up when we ask for too much. Congratulations, Adonis!

    Motorcycle Mom

    My mom always sticks with me.
    I can always say I had the best birthday.
    With her smooth hands, she pats me
    ___on the back when I can’t sleep.
    I can remember her saying, “You, my son,
    ___you can be anything you want to be.”
    I asked her, “Can I be a singer?” Yes!
    “Can I own a motorcycle?”
    She looked at me. “Are you serious?
    ___Come on. You want a motorcycle?
    ___Over my dead body.”

    Adonis, third grade, Hornsby-Dunlap Elementary School

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  • For our Spring Holiday Poem Card Contest and in honor of Mother’s Day this Sunday, we asked our 170 Badgerdog writers to wax poetic about the women they call Mom. We received more than 120 poems celebrating the strength, wisdom, and beauty of mothers who sing songs and wash flip flops, mothers with skin so soft and eyes that shine in the sun, mothers who work too hard, and one mother, who, if she were an animal would be a cat. We’ve selected the three poems that moved us most with their artistry, insight, and vision, and we’ll be publishing these on the Badgerblog over the next few days. On Wednesday, we’ll announce the winning poem, which will also be distributed in restaurants across the city, so if you’re taking mom to brunch on Sunday, you may find a beautiful piece of poetry—an ode to mothers—tucked inside your check.

    Today we present one of our finalists, a poem from Luna at Del Valle Middle School. We were stunned by its depiction of a mother who seems to both obey the rules but defy expectations; she seems to even teeter on invincibility. Congratulations, Luna!

    Converse Mum

    She’s like a fly,
    Always running up and down Dearbonne Drive,
    Eating the leftover raw meat.
    You better love her.
    She loves wearing Converse.
    She’s cool, like hot rocks.
    She always stops at stop signs.
    She’s pretty as a lovely river falling over smooth pebbles.
    The way she talks makes me think she was born in the Country of Sarcasm.
    Do you love her yet?
    She loves the ripe, watery taste of watermelon.
    She is a redwood tree.

    Luna, seventh grade, Del Valle Middle School

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  • HalloweenC09Es el final del verano
    Y la cosecha termina.
    Es el alma y el espíritu
    Que alucinan.

    Lo negro de los muertos—
    Sin duda a suceder.
    Las tumbas se han de
    Romper, es lo seguro.
    Lo cierto del negro obscuro.

    Lo negro de noche oscura,
    Naranja de amanecer—
    Sus poderes harán tristezas.
    Ya la casa estará segura.

    VeronicaEnglish translation:

    It is the end of summer
    And the harvest is over.
    It is the soul and the spirit
    That dream.

    The black of the dead­—
    It will surely happen.
    The tombs must
    Break, it is certain.

    The certainty of dark black.
    The black of dark night,
    The orange dawn—
    Their powers will make sorrows.
    The house will already be safe.

    Veronica, fourth grade, Barrington Elementary School

    Original artwork by Sarah Meraz © 2009. Thanks Sarah!

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    Every fall and spring, Badgerdog solicits and publishes occasional poems from its students. This poem by Veronica was the winner of our Halloween poem contest. Congratulations, Veronica!

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  • “Soon, my darling,” the pumpkin whispered
    as a candle flickered within it, “Soon.”

    Fall leaves whirled with the flow of music
    like fish in a pond or birds in a flock.

    The October vines
    keep me trapped like spider webs.

    How the color orange covers
    the pumpkin is how the feeling covered
    my body
    like scarecrows covered by black-winged birds.

    Tell me, how will I look at you
    when morning comes?

    Collaborative poem from Del Valle Opportunity Center

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    Every fall and spring, Badgerdog solicits and publishes occasional poems from its students. This poem by the students at Del Valle Opportunity Center was one of our Halloween favorites. Congratulations!

    Stay tuned for the winning poem on Friday.

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  • TVs are eating children!
    Cars are transforming.
    Robots are coming out of kitties’ heads.
    Giant ants are eating chocolate!
    Babies are trick-or-treating.
    We ran into a haunted house
    full of skeletons, ghosts, and bats.
    They turned us into ghosts!
    We scared the trick-or-treating babies
    and stole their candy.
    Man, Halloween is crazy!

    Chuy, fourth grade, Hillcrest Elementary School

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    Every fall and spring, Badgerdog solicits and publishes occasional poems from its students. This poem by Chuy was one of our Halloween favorites. Congratulations, Chuy!

    Stay tuned for more Halloween Contest Honorable Mentions throughout the week and the winning poem on Friday.

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  • can you
    please dance
    with me don’t
    be afraid
    please just
    give me
    one more
    chance

    Ryan

    Every spring and fall, Badgerdog solicits and publishes occasional poems from its students. This poem by Ryan was one of our Valentine’s Day favorites. Congratulations, Ryan!

    Stay tuned for more Valentine’s Day Contest Honorable Mentions throughout the week and the winning poem on Saturday.

    Original artwork by former Badgerdog student Izzy Lawlor.

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  • My love to you is like
    a pot of stew, when I
    see you I bubble to the brim
    then . . . “PoP, PoP, PoP” hearts
    fly in the air! Then I cry
    “don’t eat me because I
    love you!” I weep to my feet
    and you sweep at my feet
    while I weep!

    Kat

    Every spring and fall, Badgerdog solicits and publishes occasional poems from its students. This poem by Kat was one of our Valentine’s Day favorites. Congratulations, Kat!

    Stay tuned for more Valentine’s Day Contest Honorable Mentions throughout the week and the winning poem on Saturday.

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  • Dear Bearretta,

    I love the way you hug me,
    I like the way you look.
    It’s funny when you bake a cake,
    like a little cook.
    I like it when you’re laughing,
    a high-pitched giggle.
    But I like it most when you are
    just plain old rittle.

    Love Bearemy

    Kevin

    Every spring and fall, Badgerdog solicits and publishes occasional poems from its students. This poem by Kevin was one of our Valentine’s Day favorites. Congratulations, Kevin!

    Stay tuned for more Valentine’s Day Contest Honorable Mentions throughout the week and the winning poem on Saturday.

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  • I’ve seen you watching me.
    Yes, I’m the T.V.
    I see you when people open the refrigerator door.
    I wish I could see you more.
    When I see you I feel at ease.
    I love you, you big chunk of cheese.

    Mac

    Every spring and fall, Badgerdog solicits and publishes occasional poems from its students. This poem by Mac was one of our Valentine’s Day favorites. Mac wrote the poem in response to a prompt asking him to imagine a love letter between two inanimate objects. Congratulations, Mac!

    Stay tuned for more Valentine’s Day Contest Honorable Mentions throughout the week and the winning poem on Saturday.

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