Ride with me on my time machine to a different time and place
Return with me and let me see if I can put a smile upon your face
To the days of AM radio and the TV was black and white
To lying in a grassy field and counting stars at night
Popcorn and soda in the balcony at a Saturday matinee
Parades led by the High School Band on Decoration Day
Dressing up and going door to door on the night of Halloween
Cigarettes rolled in your shirt, pretending to be James Dean
Pep rallies before the football games, everybody stand and cheer
Going in the woods with your friends at night, sharing a quart of beer
That feeling inside, turning red, when she smiled at you at the dance
Wanting to kiss her goodnight, but you were afraid to take a chance
Playing chase tag at night in the neighborhood, hiding behind a tree
Holding hands with your first steady, so all your friends could see
Medicine Show at the end of town in a giant canvas tent
Saving pennies for a rainy day, fasting on candy for Lent
Going for a Sunday ride with Mom and Dad in the family car
Playing in the yard at night, putting lightning bugs in a jar
Drag racing on that long stretch of road, Chevy was hard to beat
Stealing peaches from a neighbor’s tree, always seemed so sweet
Riding bikes all over town, never knowing the meaning of fear
Identifying cars by their tail lights, make and model and year
News and Stooges at the theatre before the movie starts
Valentine’s day I love you written on tiny candy hearts
Easter bonnets and picking flowers for Mom on Mother’s Day
Opening day at the community pool the last weekend in May
Sock hop in the auditorium, collar up, trying to play it cool
Meeting friends at the usual place, everyday after school
Six for a quarter on the juke box, music that would move your soul
Return with me now to those glory days and the birth of rock and roll.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr.
There's a bench at the high school where I graduated
The wood is cracked, chipped and all weather faded
But in its prime, there each morning faces smiled hello greetings
And was always the agreed upon place, for after school meetings
Many then, lovers initials are carved upon her wood
Though young love didn't last like we thought it could
Also, many peace signs and let's stop Vietnam
Even, one I love John Denver and a, I rule at pac man
Under her bottom is petrified gum of every flavor
Stuck there, because gum in class was considered bad behavior
Like some people need but one name to be known
The Bench, was like a city of its very own....
Originally posted 3-19-2013, On A Bench Contest
Copyright © Donna Jones
"I never travel without my diary - One should have something sensational to read"
...Oscar Wilde, 1891
30 May 48: I graduated from high school today now thank God I'm free!
No more doggone homework, perplexing algebra or teachers bugging me!
7 Jul 48: Enlisted in the Air Force today! Good Lord! What have I done!
The sarge said, "Forget Mom, Dad and Susie Q! You're now mine, my son!"
21 Oct 48: Finished basic training today with about a hundred other guys.
I thought it'd be more like a Boy Scout Camp! Boy, was I in for a surprise!
15 Feb 49: Graduated tech school at Fort Warren and sent to the Bermuda Isles.
Quite a change for a country boy! Water, water everywhere for miles and miles!
12 Oct 52: Was married tonight at Perrin AFB with Vera as my beautiful bride!
She was very pert and calm, but diary, I was somewhat nervous I must confide!
23 Aug 54: Our family grew by one today! Leanna, a little girl, my fondest wish!
She was measured by a nurse holding her by the heels! Just like measuring a fish!
15 Aug 55: Boarded a crowded troopship in New York and set sail for Morocco.
Was beset with a bit of mal de mer since the ship was wallowing to and fro!
17 Oct 57: Our little 'arab' Leslie was born today near Casablanca! What a dolly!
She has a hearty set of lungs, but that's OK, she's a healthy little dude, by golly!
11 Jan 68: Son Mark was born at the Air Force Academy and seemed a healthy tot!
9 Apr 68: Alas, we buried Mark today at Evergreen. Boy, do we miss him a lot!
24 Jun 71: My family and I arrived in Tokyo, Japan, to begin our three-year tour!
Japanese is foreign! For "good morning" do I say, "ohio gazamus" or "bon jour?"
1 May 74: Chaplain Porter notified me that I had been promoted to Chief!
Happy day, dear diary! I've reached the highest rank! What a blessed relief!
1 Aug 78: I retired today at Offutt AFB, after 30 wonderful years of service!
After wearing the 'blue suit' all those years, wearing civvies makes me nervous!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 3 in Constance La France's "The Diary" Contest - April 2011
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw
Infant mind preferred scientist the best
Whose brain worked off beat beneath a bird’s nest.
Alas! Time told that I wasn’t at all gifted by god,
So it was inconceivable to befriend sin, log and mod!
Then was the school life, amazed with pilots and aero science,
Flying free with strong wings was definitely nice!
Someone told that people with hi-eyepower were not allowed
The excuse was enough to drop the dream of being pilot-renowned.
So I participated in school dramas with a secret fervor of acting,
I was tired of seeing more and more talent; and decided of quitting.
Music then became a part of my life; I started listening to all kinds
I failed a school audition, so further working on it would be a sacrifice.
So I began to grow tired of this endless game; grew tired of being tired
And went on and on, writing this poem without fear of being fired!
Because I had learnt my lesson too early, yet failed to see I had not
There would certainly be better; hope was still to be the best shot.
Copyright © Swaujas Xavior Ae Pain
Pushed aside, location of home obscured, limited by isolation:
drifting aimlessly - subscribing to a voluntary incarceration.
Outcast by an alternative perspective, a differing sense of direction,
through a desire to develop resolutions to numerable imperfections.
Others recede into bad habits - shirking from every challenge,
placing emphasis on ignoring responsibilities; yet expecting a life that’s lavish.
So it’s hardly surprising when their dreams fall by the wayside,
having taken the easy road too often, they’re fighting against a landslide
to recuperate what was lost, or rather thrown away by being lax and care-free,
they’ve imposed upon themselves a limit, as to what they can achieve.
Armed with the powerful weapon of fore-sight, I clawed myself out of the rut,
but it’s little consolation for having to watch my friends get stuck.
Trying to avoid a patronising tone, I conceal myself into anonymity -
uninspired by foolish games, approaching every overture with timidity.
Wanting to tell them to change, to realise their mistakes,
but sometimes things are hardest to see when they stare you in the face.
It’s their life to live, and do so how they wish -
I just pray they realise: there’s more to it then “getting pissed”.
Copyright © Lee Price
Each child has talents and Dee always loved to skate
One night at the lake she was called up to the plate
The high school hockey team was “slip-sliding away”*
So call her a chauvinist; Dee wanted to play
But when the coach recruited her for the team
One boy offered a bottle of shaving cream
They couldn’t skate backward; Dee sure showed them how
Stealing their puck, she curtseyed and took a bow
Take it from Dee, men don’t like to be upstaged
By her free-flowing glide the boys were outraged
When it came time for the school’s holiday dance
To find a date, this skater hadn’t a chance
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire
Of all the trials and test this year
A lot of nerves, a lot of fear
By the grace of God I’m here to tell
It all ended up going very well
If life is a journey, school is a maze
A wonderful way to spend your days
So much diversity, so much culture
Feels so good to no longer be a vulture
Picking scraps up off the bone
Heart encased in a block of stone
I simply love being tender and true
Like a billowy cloud in a sky so blue
Floating on air for the world to see
Like a peacock strutting proud as can be
Yet, forever humble and forever true
Eyes no longer red they’re clear and blue
No longer living all tired and funky
I kicked the crap up out of my monkey
Kid’s gather to me like chicks to a trough
I welcome them in I never shrug them off
Which is truly as strange as strange can be
I once would have said, “Get away from me”
“Nothing in me should be considered good”
“You’re looking for a hero, I’m no Robin Hood”
Today, I’m first to school and first in my seat
With exuberance for life, which can’t be beat
With kids gathering to me looking to study
Listening in awe to their gray headed buddy
I’m forever speaking on life and all that it entails
Guiding my younger friends down happy trails
Being very careful to not criticize or judge
You can’t help someone holding a grudge
I tell all the youngsters with a heart so true
I traveled one hell of a road to get to you
I have a single goal before I enter my grave
I want to teach you all how to not be slaves
Don’t let fears and addictions control your life
That’s an endless road of sorrow and strife
Make your dream and grab your star
Let the world see who and what you are
Whatever you do, do it with a smile
Life is truly a gift enjoy it for awhile
It feels so strange to feel so good
We all have it in us to be Robin Hood
I dedicate this poem to all the youngsters
who come over to my house to study. You
know, I never would have dreamed that I
would be considered a good example. It's
truly amazing what the Lord can do in our
lives. The correlation I'm speaking of with
Robin Hood; is that we all have it in us to
take from the bad and give to the good.
Copyright © Michael Jordan
For these which stand before you good parents and friends
Are embellished with all your dreams for futures to come
Dressed in alma mater robe, mortar hat and tassel are adorned
You have gathered as witness for this day of a dozen years longed
It is your hearts with pride as you watch and listen with both a smile and tear
For that so cherished name upon your lips anticipating
Awaiting the bursting applause with in your hearts
Viewing now the man whom you once held in your arms
As your graduate smiles and takes his just earned reward
Hail to thee- our alma mater- do the graduates stand and sing
Hail to thee – may we always remember the cost of this liberty
Copyright © Mark Goodson
A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep
C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen
E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed
G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king
I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat
K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls
M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive
O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg
Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good
S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends
U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land
W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell
Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand
All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper
My younger years - I don't know how
At six and seven folks had a cow!
The journey through the mind begins
Do not think the devil wins!
In middle school has a crash
Doing some things rather rash!
In high school had good grades
Then they dropped - almost like Hades!
Drove and walked many a mile
Just to see myself and smile!
God rescued me and set me free
From a thing called apathy!
Love God's plan - it makes me smile
To think of things that are worthwile!
I might have had to just stop college
But in experience have great knowledge!
Born to help others - don't you see?
I think it is reality!
Copyright © Joshua Lacey
don’t hide it
the lunch thief would say
in school yesterday
bullies in school
those days so cruel
adult bullies are the worse
some of them use deadly force
Copyright © Robert Heemstra
That’s not my elephant, the second graders said to their teacher.
Elephants are too big; they’re not our kind of creature.
We like fierce alligators with thick-green armored scales;
long pointed teeth, strong jaws, and spiked whipping tails.
We like chimpanzees that live high in forest trees
that swing from branches and hang by their hairy knees.
What good is a flop-eared elephant who recites
the whole “Constitution” and “Bill of Rights”?
The teacher looked puzzled; somewhat perplexed,
she wasn’t quite sure of what to say next.
Elephants never forget the teacher returned;
their huge brain stores everything they’ve learned.
Ella the elephant just stood there in a striking pose.
Well, can you suck spaghetti up with your nose?
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey
Sitting in class bored out of my mind,
If I give up, I'll be left behind.
I just don't 'cause that goes to show,
I have many amitious goals.
Maybe one day I'll be the president,
Or take care of unable residents.
Maybe one day I'll open my own business,
Or find the cure to a rare sickness.
Who knows what I'll really be,
But anyways, want some tea?
Copyright © Shaina Rodriguez
They told me from the time I was two
“One day prince charming is coming for you!”
They made me read these inspiring fairy tales
About mermaids, evil step mothers and
servants whose childhoods were unfair,
They told me that even if I was troubled and had to put up with a lot,
That someday my adversaries would have to surrender
to me and scrub my pots,
They told me I wasn’t alone; animals would be my friend
So I tried that, then one night they bit me,
I suffered another tragic end
They said to always be kind-hearted that’s what all man want,
When I got into high school I found out no one wanted to talk to the fat girl in the corner who ate chocolate glazed croissants
They told me to find seven dwarfs, a crew of little people
My school only had four of them
Their names were; scuba, geek freak, muffin top and meatball
In eleventh grade they said, "ask God for a fairy godmother to get a dress for the prom"
I went to a Catholic Church, got one for 75 cents,
with red stripes and one missing arm
They said after graduation the wise thing to do would be to go to college
and Not rush into getting married
So I got knocked up my senior year by the school janitor,
His name is "Prince Larry!"
I dropped out a month before school ended and you’ll never guess where I reside
I am currently employed doing Disney parties, where I get to dress up as all the great characters who told me those fabulous lies.
Got to Love fairy tales…
By: Sabina Nicole
Copyright © Sabina Nicole
A boy moved into our small town, lived just down the way,
His British accent and lovely white smile, just made my day.
He invited me to the Easter dance and bought me a corsage
From beginning to end, the whole scene seemed like a mirage.
I wore a new white and yellow dress my Mom sewed for me,
She placed yellow ribbons in my hair, they matched perfectly.
We walked hand in hand to the dance talking about school,
Meanwhile my stomach was churning trying to stay so cool.
We swayed to Hey Jude, I thought I was in heaven for sure,
Yet scared of what would happen next - was I too immature.
Then the song ended, if there were others there I was unaware,
He moved his hands up my arms and touched my lips with care.
My expectations were high, thought I’d know love right away,
But I felt nothing, my hopes dashed, we broke up the next day.
Written August 11, 2012
For Craig Cornish’s contest
Placed second in contest
Copyright © Lee Ramage
It’s back to school once again
The sound of students are reigning
Chatting there, chatting everywhere
Excitement in their hearts filled in the air
Laughing with joy as they welcome new beginning
New friends, new classmates they’re introducing
The thought of learning made them smile
New knowledge, new adventure, new style
Wipe away the sadness, here comes happiness
As they faced new challenges of being a student
May 16, 2013
Copyright © Maria Paz Samelo
I wear a coverlet of haze, from those summers I remember,
where my barefoot toes touched fragrant grass, that withered in September
6/12/13 for Andrea
Copyright © Carrie Richards
He was graced with long life as the work he required,
A present flame, aft he retired,
He deepened the souls that sat before him,
And made them express with written decorum.
He read their assignments with special attention
That challenged and called forth youth's finest rendition.
He opened the door to a life well read,
His students entangled in Baalat's web.
Gazing back through the specularium of time
One saw an intellect so immensely fine
That it slightly abashed those of higher grade,
His light joining their lights where others fade.
Moving on one lingered a bit in the past,
Still meeting challenges from his intellect, so vast.
That it scarce was contained
In the role for him framed.
His soul now borne upon the Stygian Lake
Leaves proper grammar trailing in its wake;
This gentle muse vanished in the night,
The curtains closed, doused the light.
No need for stately obelisk oe'r his bier
To greet mournful pilgrims once a year;
For though he'll be long gone,
The phallic symbol, he loved so, lives on.
Copyright © Boruch Fishman
Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr
I still remember that old barn so red; a center point of my youth;
Pickle barrels in the cellar; cows on the ground floor and hay stored in the loft.
I rode the John Deere a thousand times in and out of her wide, always opened doors;
Plowing fields near and far, but with her redness never out of my distant sight.
She housed the cows we milked and the tools we used throughout the long, hard day;
And, she was our playground on those summer days when chores were done by noon.
I remember her beautiful, natural smell that our city cousins abhorred;
And, I knew every nook and cranny that I could hide in to get away from their whines.
We would swing on the rope out of the loft, landing on piles of freshly cut hay;
And, just lay quietly in the night with a cool summer breeze passing through her doors.
It was in this red haven that I birthed my first calf and learned how to set a broken leg;
And, it was high in the loft with my high school sweetheart that I first became a man.
The farm that housed that wondrous red barn is now a mall parking lot;
But, the memories of lessons learned within are forever blazoned upon my mind.
Copyright © Joe Flach
It is always nostalgic to think of past,
Especially our school days granting from first.
When I look back at those days,
A smile automatically comes to my face.
As far as my classes are concerned,
I am not among the brightest student turned.
But the teachers never differentiate among the student,
Rather they encourage weaker student's.
But, I can certainly tell you that,
I see myself in a cowboy hat.
As no one in this world is completely happy,
But intensity of happiness from person to person may vary.
Copyright © pranay devnath
The day was hot as red rose sunny
We gathered eggs from holes like a bunny
Down to the grocer’s store we went
Sold our eggs funds on candies spent
With grandma abed off comes the coat
On goes the sneakers shaped like a boat
Big brother goes racing up to the gate
The youngest trying to be quiet shout wait
Round the corner comes the show truck
Reels of movies in boxes securely tuck
Hercules Ben Hur High Noon Dracula and such
We saw them o’er and o’er he hadn’t much
Big brother hops on the truck going up the hill
The youngest and I ran behind we know the drill
Hopping onto trucks is a skill perfected by boys
We girls had to be content playing with toys
Inside the show house the movie starts
Everyone must hear our throbbing hearts
Written Sept. 8 2012
For Craig's contest: Summer Fun
Copyright © Joy Wellington
When my son was young and so very, very wild…
I loved him dearly for he was my child.
But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep.
I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep.
We found a private High school with new peers to seek.
Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap.
He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again.
But the day he was on his own, became the best that’s ever been.
His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out.
Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout.
I’ll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed.
I’ll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know.
Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids.
They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids.
All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right.
They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life.
They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse.
Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse.
He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance.
He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience.
My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last.
And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...
Copyright © Carol Eastman
It was time for a vacation, in fact it was overdue.
A three day holiday Fourth of July; we planned a trip for two.
The children were in high school and had things to do with friends.
Sometimes it doesn’t happen though, the best of our intends.
He had reserved a cabin in the mountains by a lake,
And I was like a schoolgirl deciding clothes to take.
We’d been married just two year before starting our family,
After that it seemed there was no time for just my love and me.
He said it was like beginning another brand new life.
The children would be leaving soon and he’d get back his wife.
I had some work at the office I must do before we went.
I told him I’d be home real soon, begrudging the time spent.
It didn’t take me too long to finish everything.
I was just about to close the door. The phone began to ring.
I thought it was a call from him, urging me to hurry.
I could tell him I was finished and there was no need to worry.
But it was his best friend calling, I could hear the sadness there.
We wouldn’t have our nice vacation and it really wasn’t fair.
He and Cliff had been out driving with my husband at the wheel.
He had died right there beside him. My head began to reel.
Through the years I’ve often wondered why God had to take him then.
If we’d had that last vacation, it might have helped me through the pain.
I’d like to take that nice vacation, the one we never had.
That our vacation didn’t happen, is truly very sad.
( No there was no accident. He just died.)
Carol's "It's Time for a Vacation" contest
Copyright © Joyce Johnson
Return to the desk the teacher and classmate
The bell rings hurry you don't want to be late
Mother pushing for your learning bright hungry belly
Father is absent not a penny milking the skinny cow shelly
Grandfather swells on self not caring who die or live
Deeming it sacrilege to dip in his pocket and a penny give
Grandmother tries to hold it all together knowing the need
Giving of her means caring the bright hungry belly to feed
Copyright © Joy Wellington
The dream is still within
How painful high school has been!
Should I drop out? Scream and shout?
What in the world is life about!
My existance may seem
To be but a dream
But still have love's light
I won't give up this fight!
Copyright © Joshua Lacey
I think I now deserve my break,
Before my brain turns into steak!
My head is full of algebras,
I have nightmares of Boyle's Law,
Mughal rulers prance around
While in class, I sleep sound.
When I think of a little sac,
I find a bundle on my back!
Numbers shower like raindrops,
When the teacher starts to talk!
Homework, oh! homework times 10,
Is what I get to do, again,
I think I now deserve my break,
Before my brain turns into steak!
Copyright © Stenila Simon
First day at high school, I was a little shy;
Seeing all the boys that were slowly walking by.
Meeting new people can be fun at times;
But you don't need to be a nickel looking for a dime.
Break is ok but there is not very much to do;
I enjoy talking and laughing with my friends, yes that's true.
Lunch is cool but I don't enjoy the food;
I love to talk and laugh with my chicks and dudes.
This is going to be some years to remember;
It will get better by the month of December.
Copyright © Tiffany Wellington
This mighty school, this boiling stress,
Supposedly makes me the best of the best.
But how can I be as good as they say,
When I barely have the attention to pay?
From the dark of the morning, to the dark of the night,
I am constantly struggling to keep on the right.
I arrive their so early, and return home so late,
Only to find myself a fish caught on bait.
I feel like I’m breaking this one crucial rule;
And falling behind in this thing they call school.
Copyright © Josh Adams
Dom and Georgia caught the bus,
And boarded it without a fuss.
Although the bus was bound for school
They found the journey rather cool.
Dom leapt on and found a seat.
He opened up a pack of sweets
And turning on his MP3
Yelled “Frasier, come and sit with me!”
Georgia, being more sedate
Settled down by her best mate
And chatted as the bus drove on,
Of last night’s homework and so on.
Dom and Frasier, being boys,
Were now creating quite noise.
And as the journey seemed quite slow,
They looked around for stuff to throw.
Tutting, Georgia shook her head
Wishing she was still in bed.
She wondered should she tell her mother
All about her naughty brother.
“Lob this at Tom!” and Frasier brandished
What looked like half a moldy sandwich.
I bet you a strawberry lace
That you can’t land it on his face.
“I’ll take that bet mate!” Dom said grinning
(Through the air the bread went spinning).
“I bet you a further fiver
You’ll never throw it at the driver!”
From the back there came a shout,
As Andy gave Marie a clout.
Responding to a double dare
Jack put gum in Mary’s hair.
While tony tried to count his feet
Alice pushed him from his seat,
And as she didn’t like his look
She also ate his science book.
The driver pulled the handbrake on
And shouted to the boisterous throng
“We’re here you lot, leave me alone!
I’ll see you on the way back home.”
Copyright © Rufus Reed