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Dad's Last Ball Game

Being the shortest in my high school gym class
Attempts to play basketball brought no success
Broke my finger while trying to catch a pass
Leaping to take balls from tall girls? What a mess!

Always loved football, baseball and soccer too
But in basketball I succumbed to defeat
Just couldn’t get into it, that is true
Till Dad took me to see the Miami Heat

Startled he was, watching me jump up and down
Although my enthusiasm was contrived
The cheers of other fans my loud voice did drown
This was the last time I saw my Dad alive

I’m so thankful now that I went to that game
Dad was so grateful for these moments we shared
When I watch basketball now, it’s not the same
It was Dad and not the sport for which I cared



*Entry for Deb’s “Play Ball” contest

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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The Absentee Student Takes His Test

He’s never heard one lesson of this class,
but has to get a grade in history.
So he’s shown up at last, sure he will pass
the test that prior students say is easy!

He feels no need to read the test’s directions.
It uses letter symbols; he can tell
he only needs to trust his recollections
about the fifty states. He should do well!

He feels assured that Md has to be 
for Maryland, and Missouri is Mo.
It’s very clear Nebraska is Ne.
But why No? Everyone should know that NO means NO!

Ca, Pa, In; a piece of cake!
Then he sees a few that are an utter
puzzlement or just a huge mistake!
Pb, he’s sure, is only peanut butter!

Sg might be Singapore, or else Saigon.
But how are those in U.S. History?
Fr for France? Just what is going on?
The cocky guy is feeling kind of queasy.

At last he thinks to go back to the start
and read the test’s instructions. . . O M G!
The test was on the periodic chart
of elements! Wrong class. It’s Chemistry!!!

Note:
*The correct answers of the test were really
Md for Mendelevium, Mo for Molybdenum,
Ne for Neon,  No for Nobelium, Ca for Calcium,
Pa for Protactinium, In for Indium, pb for Lead,
Sg for Seaborgium and Fr for Francium (he was close on that one!)

As for me, I would stay in the history class!!!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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School boy lessons Erotic Humor

She said "I'll show you mine
if you're willing to show me yours."
I didn't waste a second
I promptly dropped my drawers!

I was rather embarrased
She looked and started to giggle
My little man was at attention
While the boys  did their jiggle

After she stopped her laughing
I thought it would be my turn
Me an eager student
willing and able to learn

In the end I learned my lesson
She wanted to look through my tests
But my young mind was occupied
Transfixed by her beautiful breasts

So I quickly pulled up my pants
Time to put the two boys away
My little man sadly shrinking
Disappointed that he couldn't play

When she seen my embarrassment 
She said "okay come have a look."
Please let it be her Yoo hoo
and not just some silly book

Holding out the band of her panties
She said "go ahead and reach in"
I was a happy explorer
Extreamly eager to begin

As the girl started moaning
I was sure I had got it right
She said "if you want to find it,
perhaps we need a little light."

So she started undressing
A vision there before my eyes
Her breasts a bit of perfection
Perky and just the right size

She said we'd have to work quickly
Before her parents came back
She pushed me down on the bed
and promptly began her attack

With force she ripped of my trousers
Thankfully she knew what to do
I let her have her way with me
The boys were no longer blue

She looked at me with a smile
Told me "it's time for you to go.
The next lesson will be better,
I'll teach you how to be slow!"





 














Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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He was Just a Little Boy

I was born unto this world
A little boy called James
I was just like all the rest
Who in the playground played normal games

I knew my life was in trouble
By the time I reached the age of five
My mother had so many friends
I wondered why I was alive

The kids all used to laugh at me
In my short trousers and bloodied knees
If only they had known
What was going on, in the inside of me

Would they ever know
Why a mother would put you down
And pretend that your not there
As another arrives from out of town

Have they ever wondered
To go to school with clothes unwashed
Sleep on a concrete floor
While your Mother's comfortably sloshed

Do they ever stop and wonder
What happens around them day by day
They can't, because they are young like me
When all they want to do is play

My teens are around the corner
To secondary school I go
I survive and I get wiser
As I intend my life to flow

As we travel down life's highways
When we are born they are seldom written
You know the roads you want to take
For inside you, your internally smitten 



Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Billy's Tall Tale

Billy's Tall Tale

"Billy, it's time! Get up for school!
Your drawing project's due today.
You know about your teacher's rule;
she must have it without delay."

"But, mom, my arm is hurting bad!
There is no way that I can go.
I must stay home, though I am sad...
I'm really hurting, don't you know."

"But Billy, can you lift your arm?"
"I can't, it's painful and too sore."
Now, mom asked him, with mommy charm,
"how high could you lift it before?"

And Billy raised his arm up tall
above his head...his face turned red!
From his warm bed, he had to crawl...
get ready quick for school instead.


Sandra M. Haight

~NA~
Contest: Tall Tales In Short Form
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Judged: 05/17/2016

Rules: For this contest I want you to make a tall tale, creative, fun, humorous, but you have to do it in 16 lines or less.

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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Women

You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013

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Goodbye school days

A hot tear is burning my eye
For jolly school days start to fly
Leaving me lone in a dark way
And lovely friends will be away

My heart can never say goodbye
And let my soul about to die
Without you I will be as hay
And to fast days an easy prey 

I will miss you- the shining sky
With no help or even supply
But our school days will be my ray
That can guide me on a dark day

I will never lose you, my eye
Nor your shine can I ever deny 
Like boats we may sail away
But we will anchor in our home bay

Written by (Mr. Sherif) for Emirati School Students
With my best wishes  

Copyright © sherif goda | Year Posted 2015

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HONESTY



Honesty is the best policy That's a lesson I was taught at school But today in a world of trickery Is that merely advice for a fool? One time a person's word was his bond A handshake was used to seal a deal Today, no oath can be relied on For some are always trying to steal I shall be honest in my action For to myself I have to be true In each and every situation No matter what others say or do Peace of mind is most important to me That's why I shall always strive to be free To act in all truth and sincerity For honesty is the best policy
I tried to write this poem in the style of some poems I learned and loved as a child. I have a special fondness for balanced rhyming poems. I think they are easier for children to learn. I believe it is important for children to learn the importance of honesty and I dedicate this poem to them.

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014

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A farewell to high school

                          
What a sad moment to say goodbye?!
And spread our wings so as to fly
Leaving lovely school days away
And tracing our paths in the life way

I will miss you with smiling faces
who draw smiles in school places
I will miss you the shining sky
That with knowledge makes me high

True we may go in multi- ways
But all my life you will be my rays
Forever we'll be as one tie
Never your love in my heart shall die

We may be like fallen leaves
But our stem firm and never cleaves
We will collect drops of morning dew
And warm our minds with learning too

We will join high education 
Then we can develop our nation
We will raise it in the world high
And its progress no one can deny

Copyright © sherif goda | Year Posted 2016

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Old Days Were Good Times

Oh to have tools to hold back Time!
To make the hours just stay,
And let the years stop in their prime,
Age held back in delay!

To have the chance to dance again,
Laugh more and worry less,
Relish the music we had then-
All that sixty's goodness!

The jukebox songs and ice cream days
Bobby socks and barn dance,
Tears at high school graduation day,
Slum books and teen romance.

Although we cannot hold back Time
He simply runs to fast!
I hold him in my words and rhyme-
And write things of the past!



Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.19.16 

Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello | Year Posted 2016

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Moving On To High School

I will miss elementary school,
Even though it was not cool,
I will learn to get along,
Without school and a gong,
Friends I will hug,
Squish like a bug,
Some friends are smart,
Enemies are tart,
Others are not,
Like a fish the will get caught,
We did not fight,
We did what was right,
Teachers I have liked,
For high school I am psyched.

Leah B.

Copyright © Amy Merrell | Year Posted 2013

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What Happened?

In high school did I die?
Oh but to give life a try!
Is it all part of God's dream?
Or should I just croak or scream!

Copyright © Joshua Lacey | Year Posted 2010

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THE SIXTY-FOURTH REUNION

THE SIXTY-FOURTH REUNION
By Leonard Kleeman

We held our 64th reunion just the other day.
We were the best class of 1949 we'd say.
Just us guys alone (we were not co-ed),
The girls came later after we all were wed.

Those of us who were left after all the years
would remember those gone and then shed some tears.
We lost some in Korea and some just passed away.
And some we couldn't find even to this day.

But of those who were left, we had a good core.
And we'd meet every year, and now for 64.
Some couldn't make it this time because they were ill.
Others would just forget as we elders commonly will.

A few came with walkers and then some with canes.
We were all old friends but couldn't remember some names.
We'd look around and see lots of white hair
and then there were others who had none to spare.

We ate and we laughed and some even took pills
We listened to each other and knew most had some ills.
The ills weren't discussed because it wasn't quite polite
and we wanted to think only of our high school day's delight.

Those were the years when we were just starting out.
We had health and vigor and had no reason to pout.
We were students and athletes and musicians too.
   Our futures were bright and life was still new.

We lived so many years since we left our great school, 
It's now all in our memories that shine like a jewel.
We meet together to share those wonderful gems
And to see each other again like all good old friends. 
 
As we depart the reunion, shake hands and give hugs,
We stop to wonder with several deep shrugs
Who will be here next year and who will be gone.
We hope all will return and see the next dawn.

We are all octogenarians and still like to hang around.
We hope to be here longer and live to paint the town.
So for all you guys out there, we'll meet again next year.
Our 65th will be a blast and for that we'll give a cheer. 

Copyright 2013 by Leonard Kleeman.  All rights reserved, including reproduction in whole or in part in any form.

Copyright © Leonard Kleeman | Year Posted 2013

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Riddle


I don’t live on the waving sea, But I wave on land as far as eye can see. I am the shade from summer’s sun, The shining stock on a hunter’s gun. I’m the match that lights the fire, Keep me fed and I won’t expire. Use my heat from the hearth so bright, Warming your cabin on a cold winter’s night. Scoreboard pads and high school notes Stand in line to get my votes. Notebook paper is a great invention; It came from me, need I mention? The dining room table serves you eat, Under which you place your feet. From my cradle a little boy fell, Who am I, O won’t you tell? A tiny toothpick is not too small, Nor a telephone pole a bit too tall. I serve mankind in many ways, So use me wisely, is my closing phrase.

Copyright © James Tate | Year Posted 2011

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Two Lenses


When I was young I hated school;
in playing truant saw no harm.
How could I throw away the fun
which I enjoyed on grandpa’s farm?

My mum was strict and had her way
while the pied piper played his fife!
So common sense won in the end;
I taught in schools most of my life!

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Contest: Two Lenses
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Placed 1st

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016

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School

In school with rules,
Me and my freind have pencil duels;
My evil cat haunts the kids,
While some how opening pickel lids.

In this place,
It's not a race;
Get lots of rest,
For the big tests.

Study all night,
Don't get a fright;
This is just school,
No need to be cool.

Copyright © Amy Merrell | Year Posted 2013

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Elementary School

I will miss all my friends
When school finally ends
Sitting at the lunch table
Telling lots of stories and fables

All the laughing and goofing around
You know to stop when you hear that sound
Then you hush
And start to blush

I will miss these things about Elementary school
All the times we acted like fools
Now its up to the big High school
No more will we act like fools

Copyright © Amy Merrell | Year Posted 2013

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What Works for Me

School bully pushed off with both hands and feet.
With my heart in my throat, I stood up to cheat.
I am a clown with a weapon called pause - 
I chased his focus with raucous applause.

I told him, “Feel free to stay or take flight.”
I could tell this kid was set for a fight.
Being a sprinter, I went with my feet
and took off running in quick retreat.

I am a pacifist, I love what's quiet 
so I dodge the spots where kids often riot. 
I'm also a stoolie and finally stopped
to hide in the office and call the cops.

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013

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Crimson Slippers

Opening the doors to the old studio I find A playful capriole sprinted across my mind Into a sashay and a glissade I drifted back I could hear the teachers stick go tap.tap.tap Once a prestigious ballet school of great poise Filled with music as our slippers sounded with noise The mirrors are cracked and the floors dusty Rain soaked wood left the room smelling musty The charm stayed behind as if waiting for me Spotlighting a ballerina to The goddess of the sea The young girl danced flawlessly then took a bow Then sashayed off the stage without a moistened brow An old battered piano appeared across from me Bearing red ballet shoes like a crimson canopy Charm embraced her while honoring her memory As I looked into the mirror I saw that girl was me Carole Cookie Arnold 2010

Copyright © Carole Cookie Arnold | Year Posted 2010

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Lovely Elementary School

Playground

Running around the playground,
Oh how I wish  I could stick around.
Ouch I just fell on the ground,
Oh how I love the sound.

Science

Dissecting frogs,
Checking out different kinds of logs.
There's even jars with baby hogs,
I've even learned about different kinds of bogs.

Art

I like painting lots of flowers,
Maybe for a whole hour.
Once I even drew the Eiffel Tower,
And even a shower.

Math

Math sometimes gives me trouble,
So I go to my teacher on the double.
We work together in our own little bubble,
And she pulls me safely out of the rubble.

By: Rebekah Fry

Copyright © Amy Merrell | Year Posted 2013

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For K.U.

Basketball - watch them go!
Zipping around to and fro
See the basketball meet net
K.U.'s going to win I bet!

Copyright © Joshua Lacey | Year Posted 2010

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That's Why I Love Remembering My Youth

				 		
			I've many rooms of memories
			inside the storehouse of my mind.
			While visiting the sixties room,
			I close my eyes and think "Rewind."

			Late sixties find me in my teens.
			I'm groovin' looking for a chance
			to go to parties with my friends.
			Come on, y'all. Hit the floor. Let's dance.

			When I'm sixteen I have my boyfriend's
			huge class ring. I'm going steady!
			At seventeen I give it back.
			For this commitment, I'm not ready.

			I am "Most Unpredictable"
			and "Wittiest" according to
			schoolmates who marked their ballots for
			that grand election called "Who's Who?"

			We members of the Beta Club
			assist with worthy projects. We
			sometimes miss class to meet and, just
		        for that brief time, are lesson free!

			Now graduation comes to mind;
			that was in nineteen seventy.
			I'll move on to another room
			to relish that sweet memory. 


June 5, 2016

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

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Things I'll Miss about Elementary School

I'm realy going to miss recess,
Our time outside always flew.
Even when it was a muddy mess
There were plenty of things to do.

Instead of learning about mass,
We spent time watching a movie.
Playing games with the class
No work, now THAT was groovie.

Teachers here are realy nice
I'll miss them, this is true.
They gave me realy good advice
And made me giggle tooo.

I'll miss these things, and so much more
Even if I come back never
As I grow and soar
I'll remember them forever.

Copyright © Amy Merrell | Year Posted 2013

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The Beat Of Life Goes On



Mom got up early and is in the kitchen
Preparing the breakfast for everyone
Dad's still in the bathroom and is shaving
And the beat of life goes on

The kids are busy getting set for school
One is still trying to get homework done
The others are taking things really cool
And the beat of life goes on

Now all sit around the breakfast table
To fuel themselves for the day's action
Each consumes what he or she is able
And the beat of life goes on

Dad leaves the home for his workplace early
Mom patiently checks the kids one by one
To ensure that for school each is ready
And the beat of life goes on

Dad is at work earning his salary
Kids are at school getting education
Mom is at home with some chores she's busy
And the beat of life goes on

It's suppertime now for the family
And it's filled with lively conversation
Each one partakes of the meal heartily
And the beat of life goes on

After supper, mom tidies the kitchen
Then joins the rest watching television
Later, for next day each starts preparing
And the beat of life goes on

The kids get busy with their assignment
Mom and Dad continue to linger on
They chat a bit about now the day went
And the beat of life goes on

Then finally they all head off to bed
For much needed sleep and relaxation
To refresh each for the new day ahead
And the beat of life goes on
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Mom got up early and is in the kitchen
Preparing the breakfast for everyone
Dad's still in the bathroom and is shaving
And the beat of life goes on


Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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Summer Fun

At age eleven, had a paper route
My papers were dropped off about daylight 
I’d be waiting there when they arrived
I’d fold them and delivery from my bike

Then with my tennis racket on my bike
I’d head for the park to play a fun sport
My brother and some friends would be waiting
That early we could always get a court

I cherish this summer time memory  
Early morning tennis four times a week
It made getting up less of a burden
A fun time, following work, was just neat

Later on I played tennis in high school
I even joined the High School tennis team
Enjoyed the sport in college and beyond
But my “park tennis” memories reign supreme

Composed Aug 30, 2012

Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2012

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What effects has covetousness or Greed in our souls

Covetousness or Greed begets 
In our souls unkindness
Dishonesty, deceit
And want of Charity or Love

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011

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A Child's Day

School time is over
Nothing to cheer
No one at home
Till eve, left alone

Grounds full of houses
None to play around
Virtual world seems so real
Reality is like a Dream

Laptop sits on my Pa's lap
Mama shoos me around
Class work is a chore
Homework is a bore

I can't do what I like
I don't like what I do
I can't even sleep
How can I Dream?

Mornings’ can't even cry
Mouth thrust with paste
Milk does not taste
I am back to my drill

The slum boys out look better
They play in open pools
Like me, they look no fools
They don't even go to schools



                               Children’s Day is around.
               This Poem is  written to depict the Angst of a Child
                                in a Middle-Class family of Modern India

Copyright © Suresh Iyer | Year Posted 2010

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What I Will Miss About Elementary School

What I'll miss about elementary school will be recess!
Fun in the sun, I love this place,
I have to confess.
Recess was the the best space.
I'll miss my old teachers,
and all their awesome features.
I'll miss all my coaches and their advice.
They were all very helpful and nice.
To high school I go,
All my talents and skill I will try to show.
I'm leaving you now, for this I know.
The next chapter in my book....Ready Let's Go!

By: C. Thomas

Copyright © Amy Merrell | Year Posted 2013

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An Example of a Trample

In Texas, High School Football is king Every Friday night there’s a game A big event and the stands are full The games aren’t played for fun, they’re for fame In my second year of College life My High School Football team went to State I was compelled to go to Baytown A Championship maybe their fate So proud was I, my team on the field In the high school color, power blue The group of us sitting in the stands Tyler High fans through and through Then the Abilene team came on the field I could feel a big lump in my throat Man for man they all looked like giants The front linemen were something of note From the first snap, you knew things were bad Abilene’s linemen were in control The whole line of scrimmage moved with them My team got trampled under their roll Yes, Trampled would be the word of choice And it continued throughout the game Abilene won the Championship Trampled Tyler left Baytown in shame

Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2012

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Purveyor of Ecstasy

Miles in a coaster, a day and hours elapsed, 
Felt the utmost relief when the whirling wheels halted; 
So weary and dizzy, even a smile seemed so hideous 
But an in peace slumber I desperately craved for;  	

Eyes wide-opened at the chirping of euphonious birds, 
Stirred myself with hankering for the glimpse of exquisite village,  
But still a dawn blanketed in frosty mist, sight diminished, 
I’d only steal the blurry scene of Tang valley; 

An hour after, when the glorious sun showed its perky visage,
Outside I stood relishing the splendor of the hamlet 
And savoring the icy breeze wafting underneath my nose
With succulent aroma from the Mother Nature;  

Amidst undulating hills and mountains down lay a quiet place,
So called Tang enclosed by rich vegetation and iridescent river
That embellishes the heavenly place superfluously picturesque,
Enticing all man into the blissful homeland of Tang Valley; 
 
Houses clustered and down beneath the farmyard, 
Divine school stands with its pride upheld 
And hallowed veneration anyone would esteem,
It is so-called Tang Central School elevated of late; 



Established in 1965, primary to middle since last year, 
Now shines the school proud and gratified of its new recognition
As the central school bestowed with prerogatives and autonomy, 
And concurringly, rejoicing its Golden Jubilee in eons;  

Postures upright like inert figurines in a park, 
Crescendo of unripe singsong voices spring at eight and thirty, 
Crooning the sincere words of praise and homage to Tsa-Wa-Sum 
That infuses the all hearts with never like joie de vivre;   

A trickle of erudite whizzes and astute greenhorns
Gathered deep delved into a bond of kinship with no antipathy, 	
But an unremitting fondness amongst solicitous brethren- 
A purveyor of ecstasy as its depiction I call for the beautiful home. 
					









Copyright © Karma Dorji | Year Posted 2015