my haiku from Modern Haiku, Spring of 1996
george floyd, coronavirus, what madness we have endured for too long
Girls constructing blocks,
and boys with chopping boards.
Girls driving cars,
and boys wearing scarves.
Girls do pick up a fight,
and boys argue to prove they’re right.
Girls are loud,
and boys are loud, too.
Quiet now, children.
Pack your toys right away.
During play time from class Sapphire II.
by Michael R. Burch
Will we be children as puzzled tomorrow—
our lessons still not learned?
Will we surrender over to sorrow?
How many times must our fingers be burned?
Will we be children sat in the corner
over and over again?
How long will we linger, playing Jack Horner?
Or will we learn, and when?
Will we be children wearing the dunce cap,
giggling and playing the fool,
re-learning our lessons forever and ever,
never grasping the golden rule?
Keywords/Tags: kindergarten, golden rule, lessons, timeout, corner, dunce cap, fool, foolish, flunk, graduate
If you're going to leave me like everyone else
don't come at all
I'm done with the kindergarten
a long time ago.
Some people never grow up and some kids are more honest and respectful than adults, mainly in love.
Written in January 06, 2020
cute, dark-haired girl
in jumper dress,
walking towards me
I run away with sweaty hands...
6/8/2019 - Poetry form: Free Verse - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
“The more I learn about people, the more I like my dog.” ― Mark Twain
Sitting in a warm summer classroom,
Gazing lazily out the sticker filled window,
Children muttering and laughing,
While the teacher recites information with futility before the children,
As playtime drew upon the horizon,
Was the only concern, we ever possessed,
Childlike boredom and wonder,
Walking hand in hand in class,
Youth filling the air,
And the smell of dreams,
When my momma left me alone
This frightened me so
I cried and cried
When I entered kindergarten
at age five
This traumatizing major event
changed my whole life
My mother I miss her so
first day of school
Like 5 or 6 ...was i ....doesn't matter
but little,a small one for sure
Sure of that not because i remember seeing myself in mirror
But everyone else was so huge
Their palms big enough to be afraid of
Most of the world was above us
To amaze or annoy us
Can only be reached by our little eyes
Transfixed a little more than now
Ogling , making sense and befitting it in our own world of limited understanding
But few things were there
Seemed Precisely sized up for us
As if Toyed down for me and
those friends-as big as me
Never had to look up above or below
Right in level casting our surprised eyes on each other smiling through the eyes first in approval and acceptance; that tacit truce
As if we've found refuge in each other
in that big world
They made order with us -chaos (filled minds) and confused, wondering mostly
What suddenly happened; what and why I m doing it and
How far (in distance and time) is the home.
The school became "My" school to in few days
All of us dressed same, loaded with our loaded bags
Fobbed off to school in the morning
In a different world. Our world
With more of us there
Used to stand in same row at the morning
height wise.....was it ?
Pushing on toes to peek over each others over those glistening oiled and then combed hairs
stacked primly to stay there for some time
Puffy reddening cheeks due to .... always smiling ....was it ?
A little henkey in left pocket always,
seldom used though
Dressed immaculately in halves
Those action shoes......was it ?
Singing prayer in unison
Eyes closed but stealing glances
Opening an eye,tilting head
And enjoying the moment secretively
Glorifying in the maneaouvre just accomplished
Sometimes yawning and snapping it back to that plumbed, more ***** posture
Thinking that too went unnoticed...Did it?
Standing through all that rut daily
That "aaj ka vichar"(today's quote)twice
A poem also ..... was it?
Finally the "jan gana mana"( national anthem)
Pressing the fists hard sidewards
pulling them down
***** and loud
In oblivion,in spirit
Head shaking in rhythm unknowingly
At every other syllable
At last but not the least
That "bharat mata ki jai"(hail India slogan)
Loud and from heart
As if waiting for it all the time
Thrice.....was it ?
Racing to the classroom
in an unannounced competition
and extol the victors briefly.
Legs hanging from those little chairs ....
No, benches ......was it ?
Few already waiting for the teacher
Looking through the wall outside the door
Few making the most of it
Sharing some secret laugh,loudly at the end
Showing some prized possession acquired yesterday
Silent faces in awe of that thing.
That thing ....seasonal it used to be
tattoo stacks,card stacks -wwf and cricket too
Or a geometry box....was it ?
Nodding approvingly and decidedly to that thing with conviction promising self to get something better if more of that thing only.
Not on their seats
Relying on that good samaritan
Positioned perfectly in front row
to detect the incoming teacher and a loud shussshhhhh......was it ?
Rushing to ones seat
In sonic speeds before teacher enters
Hopping and throwing oneself - thuds!!
That momentary Commotion before the muteness
Head held high,supressing a giggle
Proud of the last act
And together saying...
No, almost singing
Goooooood morningggggggg maeeammmmm
Or sir.....was it ???
We were kids once !!