"homeschooling" poems - Hello Poetry

Sometimes I think about everywhere we've been, and the innumerable unreproducible moments But then I remember quietly fighting about homeschooling in a Denny's Sometimes I feel like I'll never connect in the same way with another person But then I remember that I am dramatic and each intimate connection is unique Sometimes I finally am finishing watching our last show that I just haven't had the breadth to pick back up again And I remember the exact way in a specific moment of the show that you laughed And how many times you laughed that same way through the years And I feel pain, deep in my heart But then I remember, pain never really fully leaves

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Jun 20, 2022

Jun 20, 2022 at 7:45 PM UTC

ajspeaks

Ouch?

Sometimes I think about everywhere we've been, and the innumerable unreproducible moments But then I remember quietly fighting about homeschooling in a Denny's Sometimes I feel like I'll never connect in the same way with another person But then I remember that I am dramatic and each intimate connection is unique Sometimes I finally am finishing watching our last show that I just haven't had the breadth to pick back up again And I remember the exact way in a specific moment of the show that you laughed And how many times you laughed that same way through the years And I feel pain, deep in my heart But then I remember, pain never really fully leaves

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Ethereal. That's the squirming quality of that health-hazard house, where a byproduct of divorce emulsion slept in a bare room on a bare air mattress, vacuously lying around with the blinds down, vicious AM radio mumbling through the walls. Homeschooling was more like becoming housebroken, given that my social network consisted of thirty feral cats. I suppose some boys require a deadbolt on their room's door. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. The apathy cloud that crawled the house led to a (the deadbolt was to lock me out of my room; not in) prison break; I awkwardly assured myself that I would never be anything if I was still Pinocchio, and pleaded to go to liberal-dominated-non-Rush-Limbaugh-approved public schools. I did; I got into university, I got a grant, I do research, I got a job, I got a girl, I got a job, I got a girl... I don't know how to leave my room now that I'm free. I still hear the crackle of conversative talk radio. 'Cause we'll put a boot in your *** / It's the American way. Like trembling flotsam I drift into every class, every party, every... A poem can regurgitate a person who is all covered in spit and acid and memories. I still know that house better than I know my own breathing body. I'm just going to keep running; like a yellowed refrigerator housing second-amendment-upbringing-coleslaw; like an overheating computer; like I always do; statically, in stasis. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.

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Jan 1, 2014

Jan 1, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC

michael-shepherd

On looking at my Sagittal fMRI

Ethereal. That's the squirming quality of that health-hazard house, where a byproduct of divorce emulsion slept in a bare room on a bare air mattress, vacuously lying around with the blinds down, vicious AM radio mumbling through the walls. Homeschooling was more like becoming housebroken, given that my social network consisted of thirty feral cats. I suppose some boys require a deadbolt on their room's door. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. The apathy cloud that crawled the house led to a (the deadbolt was to lock me out of my room; not in) prison break; I awkwardly assured myself that I would never be anything if I was still Pinocchio, and pleaded to go to liberal-dominated-non-Rush-Limbaugh-approved public schools. I did; I got into university, I got a grant, I do research, I got a job, I got a girl, I got a job, I got a girl... I don't know how to leave my room now that I'm free. I still hear the crackle of conversative talk radio. 'Cause we'll put a boot in your *** / It's the American way. Like trembling flotsam I drift into every class, every party, every... A poem can regurgitate a person who is all covered in spit and acid and memories. I still know that house better than I know my own breathing body. I'm just going to keep running; like a yellowed refrigerator housing second-amendment-upbringing-coleslaw; like an overheating computer; like I always do; statically, in stasis. Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.

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https://youtu.be/fZSiBj4vCiY My Carona, Don't u know we've come a long long way I've been fearin' that you'd come When u're around u take our breath away Bad Carona, The symptoms surely hurts bud-gets I'm a part-time worker at a ho-tel here in town Ca-ro-na! Oh Ca-ro-na go a-way, Oh bad Ca-ro-na! Ca-ro-na! Oh Ca-ro-na go a-way, Ca-ro-na go a-way! Bad Ca-ro-na u've caused some sad & scary times Just the thoughts about u brings back an-xi-e-ty Gyp-sy vi-rus You're a my-ster-y for doc-tors U got har-bors locked down so ships can't sail out to sea U cover sun-light when the times r good! U treat us so bad-ly we want u gone now! Bad Ca-ro-na! Oh Ca-ro-na go a-way, Oh bad Ca-ro-na Ca-ro-na! Oh Ca-ro-na go a-way, Ca-ro-na go a-way! Bad Ca-ro-na! Oh Ca-ro-na go a-way, Oh bad Ca-ro-na Ca-ro-na! Oh Ca-ro-na go a-way, Ca-ro-na go a-way! Bad Ca-ro-na! Oh Ca-ro-na go a-way, Oh bad Ca-ro-na Ca-ro-na! Oh Ca-ro-na go a-way, Ca-ro-na go a-way! Bad Ca-ro-na! Oh Ca-ro-na go a-way, Oh bad Ca-ro-na Ca-ro-na! Oh Ca-ro-na go a-way, Ca-ro-na go a-way! Bad Ca-ro-na! Oh Ca-ro-na go a-way, Oh bad Ca-ro-na Ca-ro-na! Oh Ca-ro-na go a-way, Ca-ro-na go a-way! © From A Poet's ♥️ 3/17/20 Viruses r Minuses Bacteria causes Dilerium Even a cold Can wipe out the old U came down w/ the flu?! We should quarantine u! © From A Poet's ♥️ 3/17/20 Pray more Stress less And my life won't B such a mess © From A Poet's ♥️ 3/18/20 Homeschooling?! Who r u fooling?! I know u! And that won't do! That's y u work! And and chose public school! So they deal w/ Kids who act like fools! I'm not stupid! And you're not Cupid! An arrow to their heart Won't make things restart! © From A Quarantined Poet's ♥️ 4/29/20

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May 23, 2020

May 23, 2020 at 9:02 PM UTC

jennifer-lynn-williams

"My Carona" Inspired by "My Maria" by Brooks and Dunn & other works by me

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California thank you for my birth never did revisit you except disneyland Washington thanks for being home the heart of a mountain stands lungs like evergreens Oregon washington's tumor your coastlines are far superb please stay a secret Nevada my ****** noses homeschooling and snowboarding miss your tumbleweeds Ohio all I remember three legged cat in forest hillside four-wheeling North Carolina the blue ridge mountains guitar hero and hopscotch made up for the snakes Florida fondest memories most important, my first kiss beach had a nice view Wisconsin how did I survive must have been warmth from others also my parka Texas aunt's arms welcome me summer wraps me in her heat stars shine Texas-big Idaho chance brought me here first mountain peaks stole my whole heart now roots grow like sage

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Apr 13, 2018

Apr 13, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC

spacetexture

haiku on the states i've lived in

California thank you for my birth never did revisit you except disneyland Washington thanks for being home the heart of a mountain stands lungs like evergreens Oregon washington's tumor your coastlines are far superb please stay a secret Nevada my ****** noses homeschooling and snowboarding miss your tumbleweeds Ohio all I remember three legged cat in forest hillside four-wheeling North Carolina the blue ridge mountains guitar hero and hopscotch made up for the snakes Florida fondest memories most important, my first kiss beach had a nice view Wisconsin how did I survive must have been warmth from others also my parka Texas aunt's arms welcome me summer wraps me in her heat stars shine Texas-big Idaho chance brought me here first mountain peaks stole my whole heart now roots grow like sage

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Four mugs of coffee in and it still doesn’t make sense Who knew this homeschooling would be so ****** intense “Let’s start with some writing”, She says, “That’s always fun” “Have you seen my favourite pencil?” they ask “The blunt stubby one?” She needs to focus on the task at hand “Try to be as descriptive as you can” “Shall we throw in some adverbs, perhaps a simile?” “Something like;” “Having lost the will to live, she ran out the door quickly.....” Next on the list, its time for Maths A little worried about this one She's never been good with stats Times tables, addition and a bit of subtraction “Over here, look at me, what’s with all the distraction?” Her Patience wearing thin, “I'm hungry” “What’s for lunch?” As she replies sarcastically “Pizza and *** Punch!” “Can we play now?” “I'm tired” “Can I watch Tv?” “On dear Lord, help!”, she prays It’s only day three.... Let's hope in a few months she can stay awake past eight, When school reopens, She'll be the first at the gate! - [ ]

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Jan 11, 2021

Jan 11, 2021 at 9:43 AM UTC

Rhymasterflash

Homeschooling 📚

Four mugs of coffee in and it still doesn’t make sense Who knew this homeschooling would be so ****** intense “Let’s start with some writing”, She says, “That’s always fun” “Have you seen my favourite pencil?” they ask “The blunt stubby one?” She needs to focus on the task at hand “Try to be as descriptive as you can” “Shall we throw in some adverbs, perhaps a simile?” “Something like;” “Having lost the will to live, she ran out the door quickly.....” Next on the list, its time for Maths A little worried about this one She's never been good with stats Times tables, addition and a bit of subtraction “Over here, look at me, what’s with all the distraction?” Her Patience wearing thin, “I'm hungry” “What’s for lunch?” As she replies sarcastically “Pizza and *** Punch!” “Can we play now?” “I'm tired” “Can I watch Tv?” “On dear Lord, help!”, she prays It’s only day three.... Let's hope in a few months she can stay awake past eight, When school reopens, She'll be the first at the gate! - [ ]

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