"schooldays" poems
When you close your eyes and remember,
The time we never knew this future, where
You are my other half, you make me whole,
The time when you were ten and I was twelve,
Together but apart, in oil and water schooldays,
We never knew, in our separate lives, that
Cupid’s arrows would strike, so that now
You are my other half, you make me whole
I know it’s not a dream, but it sometimes
Feels unreal, our perfect life together, but
Today, we know that we are going to keep,
That feeling of first love madness, always,
You are my other half, you make me whole.
Our love, our life, our road, our reason to be,
In the moment, on our wedding day, now
You are my other half, you make me whole.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
Life is a maze.
Life is a phase
Life is a craze.
Life decays
Life can amaze
Life can be full of clichés
Life filled with schooldays, holidays, long delays.
Life is a labyrinth, with a Minotaur in the shades
Life is full of constraints
So leave the maze, untangle your hair and meet me in a different cabaret, I'll be there
I'll show you how life is just one big malaise, we need to fill the maze with a blaze of glory.
After all life is a story. The ending the same, we all die, but in between, we runaways from the maze can drop the chains and create our own tales of the maze.
And those tales can be quite amazing!
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
Chestnut trees and memories
of schooldays not in school.
Smoking trees under those trees,
never one for rules.
The evenings dark
up in the park.
The twilight and the haze.
Forever, there's a part of me,
embedded in those days.
The way we laughed,
refused to cry,
at all life had to give.
Underneath those starlit skies,
easier to forgive.
Underneath the laughing moon,
those days,
they ended way to soon.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
In schooldays my aim was terribly perfect
add to that an attitude unfair
a soft teacher was an easy found target
not one bald head was allowed to be spared.
The moment the poor man turned to blackboard
his baldness shined as a gaming site
the sleeping devil woke up and deep roared
dispatched were chalks on windborne flight.
Only a few did land on wrong place
but found mostly their rightful targets
and bore no qualm the thrower's face
when cheered by the fellow classmates.
As the victim turned with ire's full steam
nursing stings that came with good force
we in the gang were such an honest team
never revealed it came from what source.
It went on smooth till luck failed one day
has to end all games one once starts
a traitor midst us the secret gave away
memory of the thrashing badly hurts.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
you are [in total]
six syllables.
in order:
long ā
short ă
long ē
short ĭ
short ē
short ă
of course that is not all
you are.
you are
rainy runner
darkroom pining from schooldays bygone.
paint-splattered psych major.
without disdain of stiff gin & tonics.
not one to shy away
from my david byrne dancing.
sexy/sleek/sweaty saunamate.
someone to:
call me sweetie like a
grandmother would.
drink a beer in bed with--
glad as the darkness pushes us warmly together.
Jun 23, 2011
Jun 23, 2011 at 8:22 PM UTC
From Qeshlaq-e Chukhli Quyi Bahadruhamat to Abraham's Woods
(Tom Brown's Schooldays)
William Bleakes' Wind on the Water at Guishan Island
or Telladevarapalli struck by 13424 Margalida
heard in the Somam Rural District by The Monk
So now Minister Samuel Shaw watches Nakshatratharattu
and eats Beef shank taking Action Against Medical Accidents
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Remember...
When comic books were the real big thing
and kids everywhere waited eagerly
every week excited to start reading
the latest Beano or Dandy
Remember…
Enjoying Dennis the Menace and Gnasher,
Minnie the Minx and the Bash Street Kids,
Roger the Dodger, Scrapper and Basher,
Beryl the Peril and Billy Whizz.
Remember…
Thinking Bully Beef and Chips were so great;
the awful things that Bully would do!
Not forgetting Desperate Dan and Keyhole Kate
who were always fantastic too.
Remember…
When we used to read the Sparky or the Topper
or the Buster or even the Beezer
without of course forgetting the Victor
or Roy of the Rovers either.
Remember…
When they had the Bunty for girls too,
the Mandy and Judy as well,
which many boys would read it is true;
though all promised never to tell!
Remember…
Waiting patiently each year for Santa to bring
the Annual edition of your favourite one,
spending hours on Christmas Day just reading;
and reading was the best thing under the sun!
Remember…
When everyone joined their local libraries
soon after schooldays had begun
When you were sure to find a book to please
and reading was so much fun.
Remember…
When books transported us to another world,
each new book a revelation,
instilling in us a love of the written word;
really fuelling our imagination!
Remember…
How much enjoyment you got from reading
and what little effort it really took,
how the pressures of life soon began receding
when you immersed yourself in a book.
Remember…
To try and make time to read a good book,
to take time out every now and then,
and you never know, with a bit of luck;
You might fall in love with reading again.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC
I play the same song,
set that beat on repeat
so, I can write and think
or think and write
about my strange life.
A glass complexion,
distorted reflection
filled with old and new
shades and hues
of my personal truths.
Like a mirror I exist in
the dark hallways
from old schooldays
as I crept quietly
to get whatever ology
book I needed
to do my homework.
Like late Friday nights
working with my mom
at the daycare center
cleaning up
to save her a couple bucks
as I listen to the cheers
an see the searing stadium lights
from the high school
less than a block away.
Like red flesh swelling up
though not quite bruising,
from the anger of a parent
who felt some unknown rage
that I cannot decode;
Silent stares in contemplation
facing the man in the mirror
with a queer confused face,
My memory is
like a baby bird
that sat straddling
the thin brown branches
barely balancing
precariously
close to falling.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
we only ever meet
in the mornings and
afternoons of schooldays
in the time we are apart
I think of a million
things to say
but the moment we meet
my mind goes blank,
words are lost,
I have no idea what to say
I walk awkwardly with you
not speaking a word until
you talk first
it ***** because
there are so many things
I want to say to you.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
*In a patch of sundried earth
dark cracks emerge.. forms resembling maps
remembered from schooldays and Google..
Appearance of arbitrary lines depicting
States newborn..
Our everyday maps also born of the Sun..
the Sun's artistry with rainfall..the points
of assembly of water in place and flow..forms of
unique identities each subdivided patch..
Raising the question of new possibility of finding
an Awareness.. becoming the Sun and seeing
the patches and lines and States anew
as images projected.. from that projector..
those many miles away...*
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
Schooldays are all but over
the bells will stop ringing soon.
the children will be yelling all day long as they play.
summer is coming
hot dogs and swimming
baseball and hamburgers
as the days get hotter.
summer is coming
fire up the RV for that camping trip.
to the water park we must go.
bike riding and horseshoes
bake bean and ice cream cones.
summer is coming
when will school start again??
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 2:42 AM UTC
*September
The summer
fights its eternal
battle with autumn.
The tired green leaves
hang tightly to the branches.
Not understanding
the coming changes.
Summer lovers
still hold each other
In defiance of holiday romances
and schooldays.
The nights are cool
But they all proceed
as if Autumn will
Somehow
miss us this year.*
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
Bright fall leaves hold branches of thick fall trees,
They hug them tight against the brisk fall breeze.
None fall to the road, they leave it clear,
And thank you for that, for I shall pass here,
And onwards and forwards, I will wander on,
Farther and farther, it is time to be getting gone,
For this road stretches on through tunnels of fall leaves,
Over hills and under skies, between walls of fall trees.
Where it ends, I do not know,
But that is where I intend to go,
Here, it is fall with its leaves and its trees,
But onwards march and what shall be seen?
Will there be beaches of bright white sand?
Or dark black sand? Or another brand?
Where the fall leaves point lies my compass needle,
And just behind I, though, sometimes feet are feeble,
But I suppose fall trees will give strength where I lack.
Is that not the purpose of their bark at my back?
But while their color is strong, fall leaves are feeble as feet,
And will be swept away by storm someday, swept by winter breeze,
And the dead winter leaves will make cold winter trees,
So cold that winter branches will freeze.
And with branches, too, shall I?
When the ice freezes fast, shall I?
And shall I follow the leaves that disperse with the season?
Or shall I settle down? I have every reason.
There are tests that need taking, diagrams need gluing,
Study cards need making, work that needs doing,
Winter...will that be it, with schooldays I must attend?
Does my road stop running around in loops and bends?
...So, is this where my adventure ends?
Will my adventure be swept with fall leaves in winter winds?
No, I let it not, as fall is here and time is great,
So I won’t let myself think of winter hate,
There is good that comes with changing seasons, too,
And every wanderer must rest sometimes, it’s true.
But for now I will run, like the brisk fall breeze,
And wind up somewhere new by the winter freeze.
(Maybe, just maybe, far enough away,
That I’m not there on that first school day).
The sky hides behind the bushy fall trees, invitingly,
But sits so softly and asks so quietly,
So the road is serenely empty, open for me,
So I will go and see what I shall see.
And if you like...maybe…
You could come with me?
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
setting here waiting as the days go bye.
nothing to do but look at you as the days go bye.
fun times are long but not forgotten as the days go bye
schooldays have past and so have friends as the days go bye.
growing old each day year by year as the days go bye.
now is the time to leave and let the next one wait as the days go bye..
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC
Hey man, oh leave me alone you know
Hey man, oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta
Hey man, I gotta straighten my face
This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place
Hey man, my schooldays insane
Hey man, my work's down the drain
Hey man, well she's a total blam-blam
She said she had to squeeze it but she then she
Oh don't lean on me man, 'cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
'Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight she's all right
Hey man, oh Henry, don't be unkind, go away
Hey man, I can't take you this time, no way
Hey man, droogie don't crash here
There's only room for one and here she comes, here she comes
Oh don't lean on me man, 'cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
'Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight she's all right
Oh hit me
Oh don't lean on me man, 'cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man
'Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Oh don't lean on me man, 'cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Don't lean on me man ''cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight she's all right
A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City
I'm back on Suffragette City, I'm back on Suffragette City
Ooo, Suffragette city, ooo, Suffragette City
Oooh-how, Sufragette City, oooh-how, Sufragette City
Ohhh, wham bam thank you ma'am
A Suffragette City, a Suffragette City
Quite all right
A Suffragette City
Too fine
A Suffragette City, ooh, a Sufragette City
Oh, my Sufragette City, oh my Suffragette City
Oh, Suffragette
Suffragette
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC
static voices through the speaker
our monitors are beacons
guiding us through schooldays to each and every weekend
hack smoke
crack jokes
art room artifice & insubordination
I'll retrogress
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
I remember this
time I was walking
down a hallway during
my schooldays
and fumbling with
what was currency
among students
--chewing gum
and I had paid
a dollar fifty
for this pack of cinnamon
gum
so when a person
with whom I’d spoken
twice
came up to me and said
“yo, zach, gimme some
of that gum”
I said
“Hell no.”
and he asked why.
“Because I don’t like you!”
and the collective shouts
of ooh’s and damn’s
made me feel as though
I had done something
both great and bad
and the reality was I didn’t mind
the guy at all I just didn’t want
to continue having the discussion
but I wondered if I hurt his feelings
and if the cinnamon gum was worth
the endless re-tellings of me being rude
to a perfect stranger
and a little part of my
soul crumbled that day
all cinnamon and fresh
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC