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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.
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.
Some ooglay dweeb-o-rama after school
went and caught me mashing with my boy toy
(a stella stud, I kid you not -mad cool!)
Geek said, “He’s half your age!” I said, “No DOY!”
Before that tard could gag me out the door,
I told him, “Hey, step off and bag your face.”
Then he spazzed out and said I was a whore.
For real?? I’d barely got to second base!
Suck! Geek finally booked it; then my stud
put on some jams and everything was SCWHEET!
We vegged out on the couch and shared a bud,
then later played New Wave, grooved to the beat.
My dude is wicked, and the zeek was right:
I’m sure not young, but OH, how young the night!
** I have composed a list of definitions for all the
80's slang words and phrases. Just click on "About this Poem"
Written by Andrea Dietrich
For craig cornish's "Talk That Way" Poetry Contest
(My decade of course is the 80's)
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.
* The Italian sonnet with abba, abba, cdecde rhymescheme
Full based on a true event of 1954:
A tribute to my late teacher Shri Damodar Dave of N.D.H.High School, Dwarka,
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
My favored friend and lovely professor,
is it so wrong to love and admire
you with so doubtful a fiery splendor
that heeds no morals,--just wanton desire?
Your supple form is my Achilles' heel;
your lips--what lips those are!--I dare to kiss!
Your cheeks which blush with life and tint reveal
a sound and wealthy soul who gives me bliss.
Woe am I! my conundrum--unbridled lust
for you that vexes me when we are near:--
I must sweep under the ground and the dust
my feelings for you,--'tis urgently clear!
If, my friend, I were not your young student;--
would my warmth for you be so imprudent?
She stands in front
A class wide eyed
She tells a cloth story
Her smile face wide
She stands in water
The beach behind
Her face to heaven
Her eyes so kind
She kneels on soil
Her mind disclosure
The solemn wish