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School

Why does a child have to go to school?
Why do we have to spend so much time working?
This seems simply cruel.
Isn't it just irking?

Some people say school is important for learning
Couldn't a child learn on their own?
It would cause much less yearning,
After all, we can learn from our phones.

I can somewhat see a parents point in sending their child to school.
But why would you choose what we wear?
It just allows us to look like fools,
We may as well come to school bear.

As you can see school is not fair,
So please don’t force us to go if you care.

Copyright © Annika Johnson | Year Posted 2013

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Old School

I can turn up that street any time I wish;
I pass that post box frequently enough,
But there is no returning, that’s the twist,
Time’s poker faced, you cannot call his bluff.

The deepest yearning only meets rebuff,
These houses do not greet me, I’m not missed
And the old school where I seldom did enough
To satisfy my teachers has forgot

The bully and the joker and the swot
The cigarettes, the Three Card Brag, the fights,
The wondering how to talk to girls, and what
Might be waiting round the corner out of sight.

To come so far and barely move at all;
To not escape the gravity of things beyond recall.

Copyright © Tony Devers | Year Posted 2016

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Teacher, shall I write a sonnet

Teacher, shall I write a sonnet? Must I?
When I’m not so sure of my poetry…
Shall I write a poem of fourteen lines?
In iambic pentameter –by me?

What shall I write about? What can I say?
In this sonnet which I must jot down now?
My sonnet should be about what today?
To write a great sonnet I’m not sure how…

Teacher, can I write this sonnet later
For I’m not sure of what to write about?
The teacher then takes my simple paper
And “you already did.” my teacher shouts.

‘Detention’ my teacher says, ‘for lying,’
‘But thank you,’ she adds, ‘for at least trying.’

 © Mariam Mababaya.

Copyright © Mariam M. | Year Posted 2013

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TV Through Life

ABC Afterschool Special
was my favorite program as kid
when it was on I never hid
at that young age I was gentle
after high school heavy metal
television has been my life
enjoy watching it with the wife
we have even watched a rental

In navy wasn’t much TV
I was keeping busy else where
today I write as much I watch
most of the good programs aren’t free
only thing free is the fresh air
and now I have given up scotch



Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

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Confirmation

The Sacrament of Confirmation

Confirmation perfects baptismal grace

The Sacrament gives the Holy Spirit to root us more deeply in divine filiation

Incorporate us more firmly to Fr. Christ

Strengthen our bond with the Church

Associate us more closely with her mission

Help us bear witness to Christian faith in words accompanied by deeds

Like Baptism imprints a spiritual mark or indeliable character of the Christian soul

For this reason one can receive this sacrament only once in one’s life

A candidate for Confirmation has attained the age of reason must profess faith

Be in the state of grace

Have the intention of receiving the Sacrament

Be prepared to assume the role of disciple

Witness to Fr. Christ, both within the Ecclesial bond

Annointing of the forehead of the baptized with sacred chrism


Written 09172012

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012

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A Lesson Missed from School

That opposites attract would seem the rule.
In chemistry and physics it is found.
And samples of this principle abound
from magnates to the smallest molecule;
from X to Y in our genetic pool!
In courtship too this law proves rather sound
albeit that some exceptions can confound,
but I, for one, missed something from my school.

Past meeting, polar minds need intersection-
acceptance, awe, same goals desired to seek.
Else how can there be mutual affection
if two cannot match up?  Love can be bleak!
Where’s a plain equation? Now dejection
has taken hold of me. I scale no peak!

For the Equations Contest of Anthony Slausen

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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School Daze

 In the daze of school - of King Lear and Pi -
   the hype I would pass, the test I would fail!
 Not algebra, not prose did edify
   till a stranger of herself did avail.
 Agent provocateurs at desks and chairs
   shut open doors and tossed closed books aside:
'twas a conspiracy one alone bears
   yet co-conspirators had much to hide!
 For each lame alibi concealed misdeed,
   each insurrection blotted my ledger:
 but we all did a quick life lesson heed -
   one of light and dark in equal measure.
 That an angel sat upon my shoulder
 is wiser in me now that I'm older.


               


                    May 1992

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Love Under the High School Bleachers

    LOVE UNDER THE HIGH SCHOOL BLEACHERS 
Some time ago, within a memory
deep in my dark, and most forbidden past,
when I recall your teaching only me,
there in the dark--with love that could not last!

Nor would we ever have such love today--
such great delight--but wicked from the start,
'tis in the past--and there must always stay,
but just a trace is here--to warm my heart;

so I can call--to mind--if late at night
when love seems not to be what love should be,
and I can feel in me, with great delight--
your love again--your lesson given me.

Here-in I be--still deep in love with you
the half-time of our love I'm going through.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

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A Sonnet On a Tough Girl

I never will forget in junior high this girl who was a two-faced friend of mine. I can’t remember now the reason why, but she got mad for something asinine. She said, “I’m gonna beat you up! Be at the park, beside the water tower.” She then told me, “Bet you won’t show up.” That brat was MEAN! All day I fretted needlessly of what could be a real bad episode! So after school with my best friend, I went And waited for that witch; she never showed! With great relief, I then began to vent to my best friend of things that we could do to that “tough girl” - a chicken through and through! *True story & dedicated to my junior high school foe, who later went on to marry (and then divorce) the brother of my BEST friend! To read more about what happened later on with me and her, please view "ABOUT THIS POEM" which can be seen by clicking in the left hand corner above the title of a poem. For Carol Brown's Poetry Contest: ORNERY BEST FRIENDS

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Procrastination--high school

Two days before the test I sat enthralled;
My novel was for pleasure, not the test.
I had two days, why should I study yet? 
With just three chapters left, I’d read the rest.  
I put it off, and read the next day too,
Avoiding thoughts that said it was not right.
But when I went to school next day I found
I failed because of how I’d spent my night.
The next test came, and I was well prepared; 
I did not read, instead I studied well.
I made it my priority to learn,
And when I did, I found I could excel.
Work hard, prioritize, and see it through,
Be diligent in everything you do.

Copyright © Amy McCoy | Year Posted 2016

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The Yearbook


The Yearbook


The years have since gone by—
aged seniors now are we.
I scan each page to see
lost friends with teary eye;
then note, with relieved sigh,
some are still here with me.

Our yearbook is online—
my high school friends all there.
But posted clear to share,
a list beneath a sign
of those who crossed the line
and climbed our Heaven's stair.

Salutes to each dear friend—
here—joy and sorrow blend.


Sandra M. Haight

~3rd Place~
Contest: HexSonnetta
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Judged: 09/19/2015

~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest 204
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 09/17/2016
Form: HexSonnetta


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Jesus Christ' Parable - Master's Return


Being Prepared for Judgment
MT 24:45-51
MK 13:34-37
LK 12:35-48

"Gird your loins and light your lamps, be like servants who await their master's return from a wedding, ready to open immediately when he comes and knocks.

Blessed are those servants whom the master finds vigilant on his arrival.

Amen, I say to you, he will gird himself, have them recline at table, and proceed to wait on them.

Should he come in the second or third watch and find them prepared in this way, blessed are those servants.

Be sure of this:

If the master of the house had known the hour when the thief was coming, he would not have let his house be broken into.

You also must be prepared, for at an hour you do not expect.

The Son of Man will come."

But if that servant says to himself, 'My master is delayed in coming,' 

Begins to beat the menservants and the maidservants, to eat and drink and get drunk,

Then that servant's master will come on an unexpected day and at an unknown hour and will punish him severely and assign him a place with the unfaithful.

That servant who knew his master's will but did not make preparations nor act in accord with his will shall be beaten severely

The servant who was ignorant of his master's will but acted in a way deserving of a severe beating shall be beaten only lightly.

Much will be required of the person entrusted with much, and still more will be demanded of the person entrusted with more." (Taken from LK 12:35-40, 45-48)

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011

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I'm Sorry, Billy Shakespeare

I despise sonnets, and they despise me.
So obnoxious with their fourteen line rhymes.
I’d rather be attacked by a banshee
Than be subjected to my mind’s rhyme-crimes.

Fingers tapping to the ten syllables.
Dead to the iambic pentameter.
Now I’m praying for the running of bulls.
A better poet would make my freezer.

o, I know Shakespeare would be so ashamed
To read the words that lay upon this page.
They do not stand to the man they are named.
A Shakespearean sonnet on rampage.

I know the man himself would not agree,
But thank God for rhyming dictionary.

Copyright © Kara McLain | Year Posted 2012

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High school years

My wheels roll on, as my speed is very fast.
Each day is a memory, one I share.
Share with a special friend, with long black hair.
I see you in the hall, while you look past.
Wonder if you will remember our class.
As for the girl, who follows me to class and everywhere.
I hope you'll remember the girl made of glass. 
As we both wonder if we'll end up elsewhere.
If we look back, we will realize high school wasn't all that bad.
As our graduation nears we all have some fears.
I hope we all have had the same fun.
After all these were just our high school years.
As if the girl made of glass has shattered from these tears.
I hope we all had a great fantastic year.
Because this poem reveals not only how i feel but it also reveals more then just happy tears.
Never forget these high school years, also never forget the girl made of glass.


Copyright © Dark times | Year Posted 2016

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Poetry of Life

growing up in a female family
and having a severe stutter was tough
but those stories came to me easily
back in high school I never wrote enough

as a veteran I’m writing again
and I’m learning so much more being here
I’m a poet after an injured brain
so many years ago nothing to fear

I even enjoy reading poetry
and Poetry Soup has helped me with that
and I often write a contest entry
I know my poems are never somewhat

what motivates me answer is life does
and poetry does keep me on my toes

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

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W-My Teacher - the Master of simplification

The result of my last year high school was out
And was sad, dejected as I got the second top
Losing the scholarship for further study scope
As my dad had no means for college no doubt.

As entered my house, saw my teacher with dad
Both of them chatting laughing in a happy mood
The teacher said, “Get prepared for college soon”
You got the scholarship though you second stand.

After my door opener left, dad told me the story
The teacher knew about the top ranker’s wish
For not going further for the college education.
As a result, the teacher approached the committee.
Proving the teacher is more important than teach
An enemy of simplism but master of simplification.

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* The Italian sonnet with abba, abba, cdecde rhymescheme

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Full based on a true event of 1954:
A tribute to my late teacher Shri Damodar Dave of N.D.H.High School, Dwarka,
Gujarat, India.
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Reposted on 912-13
First place win
Contest: Your old favourite poem by Judy Connos
Dr. Ram Mehta,
July 13, 2011

First Place win in:
Contest: "The Right Time" sponsored by Michael J. Falotico

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2011

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College Years

Luzerne County Community College
I further my education right there
Being there really increased my knowledge
W-S-F-X was on the air

I was the promotion director there
and I hosted Campus Talk a few times
Associate’s Decree without despair
and having a family more than dimes

back in High School college wasn’t in mind
Working out at sea college wasn’t bad
college did get me ready for the grind
and for a moment my mother was glad

but most of all I learn more poetry
and my writing makes me feel truly free



Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

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Life after High School

Life after High-School is gonna be tough
I will do what i can to get employed
Even though it may be a little rough
and I'm sure it will make me paranoid
I will then ask my girl to marry me
We will have a nice house and nice yard
It will be rough. Yes! I guarantee
But i will have her there when things get hard
Nine months go by there is a little boy
I hope that time doesn't fly by too fast
He will be my little bundle of joy
Before we knew it the time flew on past
Hes in college, its just me and my mate
So, life out of high-school i just can't wait.

Copyright © whitney cooley | Year Posted 2016

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Why do we delve in school all day and night

Why do we delve in school all day and night?
Sunrise and set, both see egos engrossed
In education used by us to boast
And overtake, regardless of how slight.
Our Grade Point Average must define our worth!
Exams, essays, homework; praise them wholly!
Our university’s prestige decrees
Whether or not we each deserve our birth.
A battle fought with cap guns, noisy toys;
The animals, stuffed full with bulging fluff
Dress up, our feet are touched by dad’s shirt cuffs;
These games are played by infant girls and boys.
How easily high intellect astounds
The geniuses with brains of Play Dough mounds!

Copyright © Kyle Maples | Year Posted 2013

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Some Advice in This Sonnet

Some Advice in This Sonnet

A few words of advice in this sonnet:
Don’t hurt, if you too don’t like to be hurt.
When bad deeds return, you might regret it.
So watch your deeds, and take care of your words.

Always know that from above you’re being watched.
On your right and left are angels writing –
Collect whatever good deeds you may lack,
To please God and meet Him while He’s smiling.

Avoid supplications prayed against you,
Especially those of righteous Muslims.
Beware of everything you see and do –
Know that on Judgment Day, you’ll be questioned.

Obey Allah’s Rules, and good you shall get.
If you displease Allah, yours is regret.

Miriam / Mariam Mababaya

Copyright © Mariam Mababaya | Year Posted 2012

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Reflections at 47

I never saw myself as an old man
Never thought two-thousand would come either
I lived my life not on any one plan
Sweated through high school without a breather

I haven’t the mobility to run
though at times I can walk pretty darn fast
and I am always out getting some sun
I’m glad those days not walking didn’t last

Searching for love to me became a trend
The realities were never the same
So I am marrying my one best friend
I promise you for me this no game

One thing for sure this one is truly real
Her meals more tasty than a Happy Meal

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

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Jesus Christ' Parable -The Prodigal Son


Forgiveness of Sins / God's Love & Mercy
LK 15:11-32

Then he said, "A man had two sons, and the younger son said to his father, 'Father, give me the share of your estate that should come to me.' 

So the father divided the property between them. After a few days, the younger son collected all his belongings and set off to a distant country where he squandered his inheritance on a life of dissipation. 

When he had freely spent everything, a severe famine struck that country, and he found himself in dire need. 

Coming to his senses he thought, 'How many of my father's hired workers have more than enough food to eat, but here am I, dying from hunger. 

I shall get up and go to my father and I shall say to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. 

I no longer deserve to be called your son; treat me as you would treat one of your hired workers."' 

So he got up and went back to his father. 

While he was still a long way off, his father caught sight of him, and was filled with compassion. 

He ran to his son, embraced him and kissed him; His son said to him, 
'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you; I no longer deserve to be called your son. 

But his father ordered his servants, 'Quickly bring the finest robe and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet...

Then let us celebrate with a feast, because this son of mine was dead, and has come to life again; he was lost, and has been found.' Then the celebration began. 

Now the older son had been out in the field and, on his way back, as he neared the house, he heard the sound of music and dancing. He became angry, and when he refused to enter the house, his father came out and pleaded with him. 

He said to him, 'My son, you are here with me always; everything I have is yours; but now we must celebrate and rejoice, because your brother was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found.'" (Taken from LK 15:11-14, 17-25, 28, 31-32)

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011

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Educational Dispersion

The instructor, she/he, at head of class 
scans the classroom and sees all the students.
They inhabit the room like Inert gas, 
atoms of reason float in abundance.

Who will learn and who will remain inert?
The instructor may not ask of such things.
It is enough to keep a group alert, 
to teach them rather than keep them guessing.

Many moments are spent in discussion, 
helping fresh minds understand the subject.
The instructor must avoid confusion.
Answers are tested to see if correct.

Future students may let their knowledge fade.
Others will find work and careers will be made.

Copyright © Graphite Drug | Year Posted 2015

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God Save The Queen



I remember singing God Save The Queen
At my school before I became a teen
I recall the event quite vividly
For it marked a change in the monarchy
It was for Elizabeth the second
On the event of her coronation
Her father, George sixth, had already died
Over the nation, she must now preside
That took place in June nineteen fifty three
Today, she is still there, looking healthy
She already outlived several rulers
And may continue to outlast others
She is admired all over the world
May the Lord continue to bless her soul




Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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Capstone

The lips that kissed these tiled floors
now split to cough out damp clay dust.
Gathered in excited lungs, to build and mold forever more
under thatched roof of ripped canvas. Must

the strings that hold your heart in tune
be plucked free to dance upon the unknown noise.
That rings from peach sky mornings to hushed afternoon
in the sparrows song. Like the toys

that teach creation, Paintbrush’s whispering tongue
kisses white with every stroke. Scream
forth in colorful kindling that rung
your secrets in the wind, leaving dry lungs to dream

for knowledge as it seeps from tree rings,
the life sap frozen in amber wings.

Copyright © Morgan Sully | Year Posted 2013

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Graduation

EXTRA EXTRA, Read all about it
The end is near, the end is near
2k12 is finally here
We've come so far to go even further
Its now our time, no longer are we observers
We slowly, one by one, step out of our oysters
To walk our path through a life of employers
We loved our mistakes and every time we've fallen
From ever victory from ever problem
We've put in the time
And now live to tell
We've turned our lives
And turned them well
So remember the class of 2012

Copyright © Rayshawn Fisher | Year Posted 2012

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Holy Child School

pizzas and hoagies were my Friday treats
when I was going to Holy Child School
those treats made me healthy walking the streets
back then I was strong in faith not a fool

unfortunately it was long a go
and Holy Child School is not there today
for pizza and hoagie I won’t say no
after those lunches I wanted to stay

even those white box lunches weren’t that good
except that special day was lobster tail
those box lunches were watches I have stood	
since those Friday lunches I never fail

God bless you Sister Rene helped me out
back when I was just a little wee sprout

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

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SCHOOL TALK



Feel what I say,
Opt to receive;
Now heed this day,
Do and achieve.
See your fond dream,
Choice fits your poise;
Heed your heart's theme,
Observe your choice;
Offer to be,
Live your fond quest.
Touch what you see,
Allow your zest;
Love what you do,
Keep mind on cue.




Leon Enriquez
16 October 2014
Singapore

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014

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Te Arai Point

 The sun lit the sky and I lit a joint,
   And the mood was gay and so was Tinley!
 Then onward to the coast - Te Arai Point -
   On that long dusty trail through Forestry.
 Back in an age of substance over style,
   A tall "scab" or ten in the tussock grass,
 But the gulf wind off Great Barrier Isle
   Blew waves to the shore and sand up my arse!
 A campfire did blaze its windward chill
   Till long into the night its flames we'd stoke,
 And gazed at the stars till we had our fill  
   With magic silver bullets up in smoke!
 From our tents at dawn raised the living dead
 And hit the surf and dunes on the beachhead. 


                  

                    March 1995

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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My first sonnet

                                          Long ago during my school life			
                                          One day, I saw a beautiful girl 			
                                              of another school near by			
			
                                              She smilled at me first time			
                                                  I did not know why 			
                                              My heart beats did a crime			
			
                                                 After few days gone			
                                                 I did never see her			
                                             My first Sonnet till I incur	




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Copyright © BL DEVNATH | Year Posted 2012