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Message to Mom on Graduation Day


   words cannot express how I feel right now....
   I just want to thank you for all you have done for me....
   I do not know where I would be today....
   if you where not there as my crutch when I needed you most....
   you are the most understanding & caring person in the world....
   to have and to love as a mother....
   I thank my prayers from the good Lord up above....
   for the prayers that were answered for the man I have become today....
   I wish all parents were as supportive as you have been to me....
   to talk when we need too stay quiet when we need too....
   thank you for the life you have given me....
   and the direction that you have led me in....
   I will cherish all the memories, advice, & love you have given me....
   forever and always....
   Thank you
   I love you Mom.
   I love you.

Kevin Ryan Hansen
Revised 10/12/06

Copyright © kevin hansen

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Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!

Copyright © Smail Poems

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From a school or college
Ceremony connected with commencement
All degrees marked
Classification into grades
According to amount, size, quality, etc.

Copyright © Smail Poems

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Graduation Poem

Here we stand as a pride
Looking into each other’s eyes
As all the years go roaring by
We finally get to see where
We are

Coming from the bottom with our
Roar seeming small
But now here we are; standing tall

As we grow up big and strong
We have figured out 
Who we are
No longer going with the pack
But being your own leader
With a nice pat on your back

The beating of your heart
The smile on your face
Here we are lions and here we shall stay.

At first we were lost
But we have found our way
Here we are though
Spending our final


Copyright © nicole ussery

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Graduation Day

Graduation day is
the light at the end
of the tunnel,
A parental dream
that has finally
born fruit,
All their hopes and
desires come true,
A victory , proud
and absolute,

It is a joyful
event, after much
Tears and sweat,
nights spent in
An accomplishment of
a glorious endeavor,
A smile accompanied
by a deep sigh,
the journey
remembered forever,

With a gown and
graduate cap,
they show themselves
a new to the world,
That one can dream
and dare to be

Copyright © Chandrasekar Singaram

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Graduation Day

A temptation unlike myself unfurls
(Everyone’s here asking if I was in the hospital)
The shadow of movement has passed on,
And a cold electric scatters away from a scorched tree.

Our mutual acquaintance says hello to me again,
He was at the rehearsal and said you wanted us all to be closer
Why hasn’t your mother shown up yet?

I’m leaving this place hating you,
And I hear that you think we’re best friends

The sun strays out from beyond a great building jutted into an afternoon breeze.

Copyright © Dylan Stone

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Graduation of 2014

Fireworks, like gunshots, 
Make great and astounding sound
Congrats, GRADS! Good luck!

Crowds of commotion 
Party like no tomorrow
Happy, HARD future!

Happiness and cheer
Overflow in everyone
I'm awe! C-x

Grand Graduation! 
Totally cool seniors - RAD!
Sad to see them go . . . .... . . ... ..  . . . . .

Copyright © J. W. M. Earnings

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My Beloved

Hey Mr. Editor,
It's not very often we hear true stories of enduring Love that grows with time. I can 
hear the cynic groan as I write this, but it's a good human interest story and I 
thought a good one for the coming of spring, a time of new birth and new beginings. 
There is a couple who met while in school, years ago.  After graduation they both 
were seperated by thousands of miles; both got married to different people 
sometime later and raised their young families.  All this time their love remained 
silent, waiting, yet strong.  Today, their children are adults and about to venture on 
their own lives. Reconnected once more, perhaps by fate, they have planned to wed 
very soon.  I was asked by the Bride-to-be, a dear friend, to write a poem on her 
behalf which she would read to her Groom at their Wedding Ceremony. I was truly 
honored and graciously obliged. It's titled,"My Beloved.  Thank you for your 
consideration of my request.

My Beloved, Today, I can not say that dreams do not sprout wings! Nor will I ever accuse time of being an adversary Not when I know that within its grasp lies our past, present and future Today, my heart is full and overflowing with abundant joy! Gazing into your beautiful soul, I glimpse love’s sparkling reflection Streaming like a river, endless, into vast ocean tides And I stand in awe of God’s everlasting love and providence The sweetest portion of which we have come to taste! For so long I have waited! How I have yearned for this moment When I would pledge life and love to you; become one flesh, one heart! One heart that will bleed no more as nothing can stand between us I will lose myself in you and you in me forever! No longer will dreams haunt our lonely nights And I will not have to walk this side of Heaven without you When I consider the paths which we have traveled I marvel and smile, as now it is clear - they were leading us to, this day! In the silence of a thousand nights my prayers to heaven took flight And though seasons of yesterdays came only to fade away Time, it seemed, had shelved my fervent plea ‘Til sweet destiny obliged, leading me to the one who holds my heart My Beloved, my husband, my best friend, and companion, Our love has arrived; our single journey begins today!
03/05/11 Written for John Heck's "Hey, Mr. Editor" Contest *Very True Story!

Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick

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Two minutes to the graduation ceremony

We will on that long awaited Saturday of October
at a ceremony graced by men of great stature
be officially declared victors in academics

We will take a well-rehearsed parade
towards the podium where we will shake hands
with professors to be crowned
with titles no one can ever take away from us

Oh brother, oh sister, oh fellow graduates
do you recall those times
when we were often trapped in helter-skelter situations
scurrying on pavements with heavy bundles of books;
heavy with unsolved problems?

We fell sometimes, yes we fell
but dared to rise to regroup our focus
and now we shall wear those gowns,
we shall wear those clothes tagged success
and shoes free of dust, proud of ourselves

We eyed for this thing
we eyed for it with determination
and here we are now; we have it on our hands
and no one can ever take it away from us

Bojosi Ditshwele ©

For the University of Botswana Graduation ceremony held on the 12th October 2013
Published on the Echo newspaper; 10-16 Oct 2013

Copyright © Pt. Bojosi Ditshwele

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It’s been a long ride but now
It’s time to say goodbye

I’ll miss you friend but
It’s time to say goodbye

Forgive me now for the things I've done 
It’s time to say goodbye

Forget the bad remember the good 
It’s time to say goodbye 

Don’t shed a tear don’t cry for me 
It’s time to say good bye

Remember I'm here when you need me later 
It’s time to say goodbye

We’ve been through a lot but we did its together
It’s time to say goodbye

I’ll miss you forever
It’s time to say goodbye

Copyright © chessney ferguson

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Graduation Day

Graduation day, Graduation day
today that is all I hear
but I will not be graduating,
and its this I fear
I'm a simple failure
and this is simply clear
at least in my own eyes
because I know I cannot steer...

...My life in the way I thought that I could
everything in the bag, turns quickly to, knock on wood
and now I'm left observing, the would, the could, the should
thought that I was moving forward, so very still I stood
Graduation day, Graduation day
congrats to all of course
I hate to be crude but
stop beating that poor horse
It's already died 
from being beaten with such force
and as you beat the lifeless words 
your eyes show no remorse...
...For the sad failures like me
a graduation I will never see
knowing its my own fault still I make a plea
"Graduation day, Graduation day
Please don't forget me."

Copyright © Eric Schojan

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The Graduate

Six years
Punctuated with a walk across a stage
A piece of paper
Representing a past and future
listen to the cheers and whistles
This is your moment
It is ours as well
For you are the realization of our dreams
Our hearts are filled with love
See the fruition of our pride
Languish in our hugs and smiles
We know it has not been an easy path
You have chosen well
You have persevered
Celebrate this victory of the mind
Look too the illumination of your future
For now the possibilities begin
Your path continues forward
The mountain rises 
Strengthened legs will aid your ascent 
View the magnificence before you
Stop along the way 
Rest when it is needed
Drink from the moutain streams
Smell the flowers for they are your reward
Sit and enjoy the view
Be thankful 
Appreciate where you came from
Know that you are never alone
We will have picnics with you along the way
Be nourished by our love
Eat of our words
Be bolstered by our song
For life
Although not always easy
It is to be celebrated
So we celebrate
Yesterday that brought you here
Today when you walk across a stage
And tommorow
Each and every tommorow
For we know
We have always known
You are a gift from God!

Congratulations Matthew, we are beyond proud of you.

For those who don't know, Matthew means Gift from God.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

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Last Chance

Seperation, Isolation, Anticipation, Graduation     Back to the world of lies and deceit     Discerning, Concerning, Adjoirning, Yearning     Weighing the words of everyone I meet     Is this the one that will show me the way     Or just one more pretender     Gone before the end of the day     Made a vow to all the god`s I know     This will be my last appereance     In this motion picture show     With all I can muster     And     With all my might     Stay the course     Stand tall     To make things right    

Copyright © richard ferry

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High school's children of the year almost grown,
We are scattering seeds destined for the world.
Skipping at different shakes in the breeze,
Some of us will be caught in evergreens,
Held to never see beyond, devoured 
By squirrels and birds.
Being chewed up and then spat out in feces, 
All is not lost.
Several sprouts will spring from the ground up;
Others will escape and find their way again 
In the wind.
Destiny does not just ride on the air:
Though it forces us into many follies,
Each of us pulls our own weight.
Locations undesirable must be crossed,
For how can we, as little seeds,
Expect to travel if we trap ourselves?
Though it is important we bloom,
The hills far away are patiently waiting 
For our presence.

Copyright © Trenton Moore

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This is Not Goodbye

One day
I got the text
Said you wanted to be more than friends
Sent at around 10:30 p.m
My heart soared and I knew 
I wanted you right then
One month passed
It went by so fast
As your graduation yearns forward
I treasure my time with you
Every kiss counts
Every word lasts forever
Lingering in your ears
Every touch is more than what it seems.
Today is your last day here at school with me
June 1st, 2012
The letter and gifts and the love keeps us together
As we talk I remember every word you say
This is not goodbye
Because we are meant to last forever

For my amazing boyfriend who I love very much <3

Copyright © Cierra Turks

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Graduation, we have come a long way to get to this day.
From the best friends since kindergarten,
To the drivers’ licenses of high school,
We all have grown.
Elementary was where we met our closest friends, 
Middle School was where we branched out and tried new things,
High School was where we began the journey to find who we are. 
Though our journey has only just begun,
Our lives have still been forming through the friendships made, 
And the friendships lost.
Now that we are all closer to finding our selves,
Our paths may take different turns.
But always remember
No matter where we all are,
We are all still connected by our roots. 

Copyright © Holly Wagner

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Your Family has raised you
Your Creativity has led you.
Your Determination has held you
Your Work has lifted you
Your Friends have been with you
Your school will remember you

You have made memories and friendships to always hold
You have made your life and it has made you  
You have become more and you will become more again.
You have been part of the past and you are now a part of the future
You have been one of many but you are still unique
You have depended on others and others will come to depend on you

Never forget you can still seek advice or extend a helping hand
Never forget that you can make things better but cannot change everything
Never forget that paths will change and may again cross
Never forget to use your strengths and never give up
Never forget mistakes happen and never forget to forgive
Never lose your courage or fail to get back up again
Never forget to continue to strive, hope, pray, and be happy

Remember there are still lessons to be learned and mountains to be climbed
Remember there are still fears to overcome and dreams to be dreamed.
Remember we Salute your future endeavors and… We Salute You.
Remember you are uniquely you
Remember: You are our sons and daughters… And 
Remember: You are loved true.


Copyright © Carol Eastman

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Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954

Copyright © chriss todd

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Living in A Glass House


The volume of a certain something

does not by any means determine its levity over any given situation

or its brevity by relation

Once you strike a chord,

It's moment of breath

Shatters through it's glass-painted interstellar conquest

Where the fine line between an arrow and a target success

is evident in the lack of evidence

Which provides you, the Reader, better access to the verity in absence

You're an ancient old trick

but if I am watching, you'll have no where to rest your well-traveled head

But in my seductive grin

I am too an old trick

But I stand closest to the cauldron

Stirring green the ocean

To make way for that final moment

When the flame burns cold in the winter frozen solstice;

The waves come crashing to the coasts

Coming for my broken souls

With a gleaming smile for all their sorrows

Taking off into tomorrow

With a calmed, relieved breath

Reliving the scenes on an endless landscape

Now, in compassionate presence

Because after all,

Can't have nothing without 'how'

How: being everything that has ever been conceived of.

So, what have You left out?

You've become ignorant of your own shining features

Forgotten feathers from a bow

Lost your inner voice in the mirror glow

All along Zephyr without, you've lived as a pestilence to others and yourself...

And now, its time for show

Up close and personal

Bath in all the choices ever dreamed of; and burn with a rosy glow

Opened-close a shut case

Without remorse or concern or thirst,

Because all this, will soon be Unearthed

Copyright © Zhian Mostofi

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Picture Frames

Picture Frames a poem

Children in families,
Grandmothers, mothers, fathers and grandchildren alike.

Memories, keepsakes found in pictures in Picture Frames.

Look at our Esha(Ayesha) she was 8 in this picture and here she is 10 years old in this other framed picture and;
She was 26 years of age in her most recent important picture taken at her community college graduation.

Ayesha will be 32 or 33 years old when she takes her Senior Portraits she’ll take them next year for her 4-year college commemoration. She will have a nice headshot in a white silk dress or a drape in Tower Yearbook along with her graduating class of 2014.

Our Esha the soon-to-be college graduate with so many memories of her childhood and difficult adolescent years.

Mom, step-dad Neil, grandmother, a few great-aunts and cousins on Esha’s mother’s side will be so happy for her.

Copyright © Ayesha Karim

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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!

Copyright © Amy Rose

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Graduation Dance

The gym was dim. 

Red and white balloons 
glittered in the dusk 
while flashing lights writhed 
on the dark floor
like enchanted water-snakes 
gliding through scented fog. 

This was a celebration dance! 

Eighth grade done at last,
they stepped, hesitant, into the roiling 
teen-age sea,their synchronous, bobbing heads 
attuned to the be-bop rhythms of the city (not their city), 
and the lusty calls of the hood (not their hood).

Smooth gym walls echoed the dj's mechanical angst
endless, relentless beats, the racing heart of the machine, 
artificial sighs, nano-seconds long and gigabytes wide. 

The boys, spinning on heads and leaping from hands and 
flailing legs, showed an athleticism 
never seen in PE, 
while the girls huddled in their own dark corner
and planned their move;

their fashion walk, 
legs strutting ahead
of swaying hips, 
heels clicking the hard, dark floor, 
as they stalked right up to the foul line

where boys were spinning and leaping
through throbbing lights 
to the tribal, primal beat.

So the girls turned, 
hips flung in defiance, 
and sashayed back to the wall, 
staring hard at the gaping boys 
over their swaying shoulders.

(28 May 2009)

Copyright © Steven Federle

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OF a Tree, Thee, and an Angel's Fee

Force feed me the taste of your skin

‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart

even you will have to try hard……to save me now

I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions 
as they devoured the subtle softness of me 
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace 

But too…you move to me 
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down  to a short golf course length 
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago

The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate 
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair 
……………………………… see how this goes …with true love

We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces 
and on each other on Facebook 

Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread

Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened 
to our lips 
 which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again

the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self

Is it me you feared 
as you said Good bye?

How little you know me 

like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time 
from a base long song of deep roots and strong beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel 
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself

so my love knows no limit 
my soul no separation
and my being no longing

Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift

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Upon the podium I stand

A sea of faces before me 

Their eyes reflecting glassy expectancy

My lips quiver knees buckle

As I bow

The principal smiles 

Sunbeams clutch at the words I speak

Transmitting them to eager ears

Words splinter against vibrating drums

With piety valor pride and joy

I praise the graduates of June '99

Well done my friends be strong be bold

In the face of uncertain times

Black tassels dance 

Blackbirds soar into a vivid sunset

Parchment scrolls rustle

Stirred by a mischievious breeze

A slow smile curls my lips 

Take a bow I urge 

Graduating class of June '99

Copyright © Margaret Okubo

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The Band Concert

The Band Concert

It was not a typical musical concert on an indoor stage,
but a marching band concert—and a very special one to me.
I sat with family on bleachers that sunny day as
the glorious band’s thunderous sounds filled my ears,
and my chest vibrated wildly with the powerful music
from brass, woodwinds, percussion and resounding drums.

As my heart beat in sync with the strong pounding rhythm,
such deep patriotic emotion fully engulfed me, and I
could feel my heart fill up with pride as it beat with
the thrill of that music and with the vision of those great
young men and women in huge formations, marching
on their way to receive diplomas and off to serve our country.

Then I saw him, our dear son, marching within that "Long Gray Line",
stepping in unison with fellow classmates to that awesome music.
The wondrous relentless rhythm from those drums and horns,
together with the artistic and intricate merging formations, 
engulfed my whole being as tears filled my eyes with pride and joy—
on that special day—at that one-time special event—in May 1981.

© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved

~Honorable Mention~
Contest: The Concert
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 06/10/2015


Copyright © Sandra Haight

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December 15, 2012

On this day my mind is free
No more papers
No more projects
No more presentations
No more exams
No more tuition
The journey that began in 2006 is now over
That Bachelor’s degree is finally mine

Copyright © Angelica Grier

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Worker Bee Sees a Hare

To drone,
I have in a world
filled with prospered humanity.
Like a worker bee I
ready the honey in which
my society cares for;
I have grown tired of the strains
born upon my
although the smells I love,
it is never enough.
And the satisfaction returned is
forgotten, for fire
always triumphs the solace
that defeats the situation.
The hares that cower and stare
at this worker bee in his
working state;
a car with one route,
for two teenagers who wish for a

Copyright © Sean Cannon

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Graduation Dance

The gym was dim. 

Red and white balloons 
glittered in the dusk 
while flashing lights writhed 
on the dark floor
like enchanted water-snakes 
gliding through scented fog. 

This was a celebration dance! 

Eighth grade done at last,
they stepped, hesitant, into the roiling 
teen-age sea,their synchronous, bobbing heads 
attuned to the be-bop rhythms of the city (not their city), 
and the lusty calls of the hood (not their hood).

Smooth gym walls echoed the dj's mechanical angst
endless, relentless beats, the racing heart of the machine, 
artificial sighs, nano-seconds long and gigabytes wide. 

The boys, spinning on heads and leaping from hands and 
flailing legs, showed an athleticism 
never seen in PE, 
while the girls huddled in their own dark corner
and planned their move;

their fashion walk, 
legs strutting ahead
of swaying hips, 
heels clicking the hard, dark floor, 
as they stalked right up to the foul line

where boys were spinning and leaping
through throbbing lights 
to the tribal, primal beat.

So the girls turned, 
hips flung in defiance, 
and sashayed back to the wall, 
staring hard at the gaping boys 
over their swaying shoulders.

Copyright © Steven Federle

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John Ashbery

We will often fight against the goads dealing in premortal slime 

It's the turning of the tide then exposed;

Through various loop holes we then get confused even feel used...

Faith is the substance of things not seen,

In neglect to what will search for a hidden need

While the entire world outside longs to see you bleed
As sadness in its beckoning call,

Faith is each personal toward their own belief

Shattered glass on its parchment door filled with sadness etched iin madness

Major Jackson & John Ashbery remarkable poetic historians amidst the timeless cloud;

A willingness to dare to explore fascination heads to the floor...

The promise in exploration during its tragic duration;

Still faith isn't intellectuallized it just is/

Words are endured through its timeless dialect filtered through the sand
Hoping someday all will understand it's delicate premise of realization
Fixed on an appease to please blatant fascination
The grass withers & the cards will fall as they may

In chosen asps filtered through its viable way
The bargain basement deal to seal its wholesome branded feel
Filtered through its beckoning call asunder is it any wonder the way our children deal?
Cheap thrills in the back of a car to cry 

Shelter lies dormant amidst the pain
Less of course I shall refrain in matters of emmense strain
In graduation the whole essential scheme ends
Within problems we get a glimpse of the appetite of friends
Shattered memory's with lines drawn in the sand
John Ashbery is the poets friend a very unusual man
In equated demise a word to the actual wise,
Poetry is heightened in the mystery essentially
The barbarians would quite often disagree in their lost pedigree
Through words expressed amidst the mesh with polished vest
In words one can look closely to its vested guess
Within a world that is many times upside down in some mess
I must confess the pillar of truth to relinquish its timeless cue
The very proud & few/

John Ashbery stood beneathe the heavy tide of the 1960's slide
In ovation in which he stood never in some dreary mood
A poets friend to strangers & even enemies
Along lines visualized in the shifting sand of vested memory
John Ashbery

Copyright © Mario Vitale

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Our Amber

In a sea of royal blue she floated
 Silver studded jewels glittered
Like falling fireworks they embodied
The long flowing lines of her gown.
This little girl-- now woman
Shone with angelic pride
On her side a male friend
Both beaming from the inside.
School was finally done
Friends made would soon be gone
New life and adventures to find
As you leave high school life behind.
We seen you grow though out the years
So now we give a hug and hearty cheer
Congratulations to our Amber dear
Your high school years are done.


Copyright © Phyllis Babcock