Chelsea Mandler

A Poet for Life

I can feel the poet’s pulse When the pen strikes the page In strands of candid rhapsody I am happy to engage

Deep in some box Lying safely in my home Is my first book of poetry That I can call my own.

At an early age I felt the strums A beating in my heart And so it was Like everything does I marched to my own drums

So without further adieu Allow me to share a few They are four decades old And so I am told They still hold value.

The Girl Who Bragged Too Much (Age11, when I first entered public school)

I once knew a girl who bragged too much She would say look at my hair And things like such And no one really liked her At least no one at school But she would still brag About her house and her pool And how she would never lose This is a story A tale I tell To all the people who boast and yell And I may have to tell it every year But don’t brag about yourself Because no one wants to hear.

Bookmarks (Age 9)

All Over the land In every space We are the bookmarks And we hold your place.

Life (Age 10, right after my parent’s divorce)

The deepest within me Is a life of a maze Where the stars shine bright But only in a gaze My self-conscious holds me To my time Of long-lasting life And constant design

Thank you for reading This bio about me And my love Of poetry

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