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Graduation Speech Soup – Simply Stir and Serve
Keep the torch alive to pass to a new generation with the key that unlocks the road to the future follow your passion the unemployment will follow woo-hoo we’ve been through some amazing times together make a difference to thine own self be true woo-hoo commencement means a beginning not an ending woo-hoo as we go forth life is a journey not a destination we made it all the hard work we’ve put forth to this point in time these are the best time in our lives as one door closes another door opens because a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step to make the world a better place trust your instincts you don’t find education in books we are the future bright with promise some see the future and ask why but we see the future and ask why not Habakkuk 2:7 woo-hoo we did it I can’t believe we’re here believe in yourself live your dreams to be all that you can be as a famous man John Kennedy once said God has a plan for you woo-hoo we have the responsibility to build a new world if opportunity doesn’t know build a door don’t follow the path blaze a trail because there is no one like you because you are an individual just like those other hundred or so people your age and all dressed just alike because life is what happens while you’re making plans woo-hoo live, laugh, love you have to look through the rain to see the rainbow dance like nobody’s looking (even though they are, and they’re laughing at you) aim for the moon and if you miss you’ll hit the moon (or something) life is not waiting for the storm to pass it’s about dancing in the rain because you are a new generation called to miss 100% of the shots you don’t take because we were all one big family who have lived, laughed, and loved together hey and remember the time (name) barfed on the stairs we’ll all that that shared moment to remember together woo-hoo we can’t save all the starfish but I can make a difference for this one because as a great man Robert Frost said in “The Road Not Taken” we can make a difference for all the starfish in the sea of life woo-hoo today is the first day of your rest of your life oh, the places you’ll go like maybe eternal stasis in front of a MePhone I don’t know why they asked me to be the speaker shout-out to Mom wear sunscreen because your future’s so bright close your eyes and remember when hey, an air horn, that’s so cool, no one’s ever done that before woo-hoo I want to congratulate each and every one of you on your incredible talents and abilities as you begin your journey to a bright and shining future because we are the best class (name of school and a shout-out to the mascot) has ever graduated (since last year) woo-hoo a dream is a wish your heart makes and you can become anything you dream to be or wish to be or something #lifehack #hashtag now go forth and make your lives exceptional woo-hoo although on Monday morning we’ll wake up and realize we’re just more unemployed Americans.
I’ve not been feeling too clever I’m under the weather head in the clouds for crying out loud a catchphrase of cliches this purple haze was man-made not in China from a ****** I tried to squeeze into my genes I guess my but is too big can you ever forgive? - this interruption the language corruption just trying to do my best been studying for life’s test my final exam gone ham and turkey I like to do it ***** feel the soil between my toes plant my feet and watch me grow I am a giant of egoic proportions my stoic abortions killing ideas before they’re born feel free to yawn go take a break I will be right back for goodness sake you need a nap your poetry has become absurd we used to hang on your every word now this sloth has found a new tree yet still, it’s a sin for me to sleep maybe I should try gluttony and see what else I can add to this cacophony am I even still making sense? - or do I need to be benched I’ve taken more shots at goal then I care to remember still keep missing the hole despite having a mentor I meant her she was my teacher she taught me time waits for no man yet here I am still head in the clouds she wouldn’t be proud but then I’m not too clever I’m just under the weather.
My life like soft grey clouds floats in front of me. I see pictures of past cliches- flashbacks of heartbreaks, And some of love and warmth. I grab from these pictures a few abandoned dreams, before they disappear in the thin air. I choose merrily, I choose merrily what's mine.
What happens when every image becomes a cliche? No one has had an original thought in years, what makes you think you are any different? Sculpting language so meticulously, like you're the first to compare to seasons. I bet you write about writing, too. Pathetic. Love is not a feeling, it's a force. The words write themselves and purely use you as a vessel. Somewhere back in time we did a seance of sorts and now sometimes poetry drops in like a demon, possessing the mind which tells the hand to pick up a pen. Demons, whatever that means to you, do not answer demands. They play their own game, which we are indeed a part of, though we were never invited to play.
Yes, maybe sometimes I speak in clichés, Or maybe metaphors some of my days. Maybe you don't understand my rhymes, Or can't keep up with the dictionary's changing times. Even if you don't understand this art, Know that I'm a poet who speaks from the heart.
belittled into submission lost in darkness the basement of my thoughts a busted knuckle trying to heal forgotten tears stolen by sand along the beach of lost dreams and unwatched sunsets did you forget about me
sad cliches meet here outside the realm of hope waiting like wolves to take their breath away