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Satvik gupta Jul 2019
When i was young,
Had funny days.
Bunking the classes,
Each and every day.

Our school started off with the holy prayer,
Division, subtraction everywhere.
Next came,  the shakespeare,
Learning literature was a nightmare.

We were just dozing off.

Yay!!
The recess time,
Doin' nasty things
Creepy crimes.

Sweet couples enjoying their day,
We singles
Always prayed,

Last thing i remember
Was the fight between us
Smoking hard
Inside the bus.

I hope u will remember those days,
Let's meet on someday.
Do ya remember those days ,
Had funny names,
And creepy plays
Glenn Currier Jul 2019
Writing is like jumping into a deep mountain lake
to find some tiny piece of my soul
submerged and floating there
an immersive brooding wistful prayer
or a flight into the blue thin air.

It is a cinematic journey
recording the fruits of noticing
what is right in front of the eyes
and finding what is deeper
unseen underneath.

Writing is looking into an old man’s eyes
and discovering the person there
just as much a spiritual venture
digging toward his center
as a physical sensation.

It is a magical mystery tour
taking the visible threads
in hand and feeling my way
to the roots
or pausing and squeezing the fruit
for its juice.

It is fun
it is a morning run
or an evening rest
pain, joy, and dreams expressed.

Writing is moving, grooving, including
taking a moment in time
exploding it in rhythm and rhyme
finding in the ordinary the sublime.
I wrote this after reading several poems on this site including one by John Riley on writer's block - https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2989123/stuck/
Thanks to all of you who reveal a tiny piece of your souls here.
Ella R Jul 2019
Let’s play a game, Dear
Of spirit and sin
A game that I master
And that I’ll always win

Oh that look of dark suspicion
When I tell you what to play
That anxious hesitation
That smile that runs away

Such joy to see you falter
While you look for an excuse
When you know what’s next to come
When I start to make you choose

Could take Dare to be your choice
Thinking that should be alright
For there could be nothing worse
Than the truth to come to light

Well, you think you get away
Almost start to get amused
But what, Dear, if I dare you
To tell me the truth

So you feel your palms get sticky
And your pulse rate starts to rise
When you see the state of things
When you finally realize

Although it’s obvious by now
And there’s not much left to do
Just to make it clear and final
Let me lay it out for you

No matter what you choose
You'll Be left in despair
So what do you say, Dear
Truth or Dare
Upturned umbrellas
Wind and rain
Missing raincoats
Take shelter and walk again

Scooting off through puddles
Splashing water on fellow motorists
Why should little kids have all the fun

Slippery mossy tiles
Earthworms, friends of the farmer
Not mine, touched them once
Never again, yikes

Heading back home
Yes it’s fun getting wet in the rain
Being a child again
Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Bee Plus


Sure it’s nice to learn, but I could never sit still…
(Humble!  Sit up properly in your chair and stop moving about!)
I had my head in the clouds; never my mind on the quill…
(Humble!  Are your listening!?  What was I talking about!?)


The teachers liked to talk and I would nod my head,
But I was only there in bee form;
My head was elsewhere, so I would forget,
Everything they taught.
Humble wants to go outside!
Not bee stuck indoors.


There she goes again,
Talking about subtraction and multiplication, or something.
The truth is I never listened.
She could bee saying something really interesting,
But the sun outside, it glistens!


The sun calls to me and says come out and play!
So when the lesson is over, I am the first bee away
And out of the door,
Like a flash of lightning through the corridors.
I know I’ll have to come back after lunch,
But right now!  In this moment!
I can fly once more!


Somehow I know the answers to the questions they set,
But all the knowledge in my head, when they ask me, I forget.
If it ain’t right now, then it will never bee needed;
So can’t we, just for today, just leave it bee?


They keep on talking about the future of the bees;
But dude, I just want to have fun, so give me some peace.
Yeah, I did the homework and I didn’t even get paid.
I read page, after page, after page, after page
And at the end of the day…
This ain’t that great.


“Well maybe you should get up and teach the class!”
So I did; I got it right and I even made them all laugh.
Then the teacher gets annoyed and tells me to “Go outside!
With the other boys and wait for detention!”
I guess she needs to bee the centre of attention.


Aww Man!  Why you taking all my toys?
It’s just a bit of fun.
I can’t help being a joker
And then you give me even more detention!
For saying,
“Aww Man, you a beekeeper-smoker!”


I can’t wait to grow up and leave this place.
Sure, I’ll go and sit outside again,
With all the cool pupa’s in the breakfast club group.
That’s ok; we’re all mates
And we’re quite aware of what we’re going through.


So there we all are, just having a laugh,
Until we hear somebody shout “Oi! Get your bumbles back into class!”
We reply, we can’t; we’ve been thrown out again.
Then they tell us “Well, just sit there and bee quiet then!“
Aww Man!
Can’t I even catch a break?
Everybody needs to just, chill out…
At least now it’s nearing the end of the day.


Eventually, the teacher calls us back in
And then she surprises us all with a pop quiz!
Aww Man!  We don’t know the answers;
Why you always picking on us?
And of course, you know the result…

I was third in the class;
I got a humble bee plus.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Adrienne Jun 2019
the sunlight hits her glasses
just right
her brown hair escapes from its braid.
she jumps energetically off
her bike

she's a
wild girl,
not afraid to be herself

she'll climb a tree
and scrape her knee,
but she goes higher,
faster,
longer,
stronger,
she's a
wild girl
Vic Jun 2019
I had a musical today.
We did Peter Pan.
It was fun,
Tomorrow we'll have to do it again
:)
A "poem" every day
Rama Krsna Jun 2019
i knew not
of you or your exploits
till that time
when my finely tuned nasal buds
invaded by your magical creation
transported me
to a fragrant heaven of sorts,
merging me temporarily
deep inside her moist velvet purse

‘For Her’
your fitting tribute
to grace, perfection
and all womanhood

if only
you could’ve come up
with a more permanent fix,
while you helped me
win that game of lust
i seem to have
lost the war on love


© 2019
For Her is a truly sensuous perfume created by this designer.
Poetus Jun 2019
Oh twinkle little star
I wondered what you were
So I grew up in a science class
Learnt you are a harmful burning gas

Oh baa baa black sheep, of many wool
Are you from wakanda too?
If yes sir - yes sir! Are they steel wool?

Oh humpty dumpty you sat on a wall
Humpty dumpty you had a great fall
But it wasn't your fault
You sat on China's great wall

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, Merrily, Merrily,
Crocodiley!
Life is now a scream!
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