Panagiota Romios Poet Free verse

Glimpses Into Schooldays

Can you recall being in school?
The clock, whose hands, never seemed to move!

The scent of fresh pencil shavings, m-m-m.
A box of new crayons to not only open, but to smell.

The desks we had, actually had inkwells, we used fountain
pens.
Add the beauty of a fresh notebook on which to write.
Learning to use a ruler, what glorious fun.
Some of us really learned to read the "Dick and Jane" series.

We actually had a real Christmas tree~ ah, that scent of 
childhood's sparkling magnificence.
Our wide-eyed innocence~

And yes, we could sing of Jesus and angels.
His presence was allowed to swell our souls with hope and joy.

We had no idiotic questions, such as are you a girl or a boy?
No girl ever got pregnant, there was such a thing as chastity.

Who ever heard of murdering a baby? 
Thankfully....not in my day, not me.

I give thanks for these simpler times.
I don't know how children can grow up sane anymore.
When morality is trashed and relativity is forever praised
and knocking at their childhood's door.


February 2, 2020
3pm PST

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Robert Lindley February 5, 2020 at 7:50 AM Great poetry on the mark. American education system has fallen so far in the last 40 years. Sad out kids suffer its brain washings. Afav, truth in the telling. Panagiota Romios February 5, 2020 at 8:20 AM Hello, dear Robert..the brainwashing starts in Kgn in public schools. Amplifies to a screech of disrespect. Destruction of buildings and quashing individual thought. By the way, COMFORT DOGS for college students offended by opposing thought? Destruction of historic sites. Offended if a fellow student prays? Worse, binary children? Did God make them? Yes, the god of PC. Glad this poem means something. Panagiota xx

Tom Cunningham February 3, 2020 at 12:42 AM Well written Panagiota, the days back then were where every thing was normal. Tom. P. S. Still got my Parker fountain pen Panagiota Romios February 5, 2020 at 8:23 AM How did I miss your comment, dear Tom? Please forgive me. Lucky you with your Parker pen! Things might get normal again. But I am not holding my breath. Thanks again.. Panagiota xx

Joseph P. DiMino February 2, 2020 at 11:08 PM They really don't grow up sane...but they don't know it. I hear you loud and clear my friend. I join you in prayer for humanity. Blessings! Joe. Panagiota Romios February 2, 2020 at 11:43 PM Joe, sorry for the delayed response! Thank you for your shared concerrn for humanity. It scares me to see people adoring drugs, booze, what's the love of the ocean but not a drop of love for God, His commandments, nor our fellow sojourners on this planet. Being a giving,loving, human precedes being a poet I think. No heart, no poet.clever forms, indeed. But I look for the heart in a poem. People impress me..you can't do it in one sentence. That's not poetic nor maningful. Cleverness and wit are hardly what the greatest poets used. They used their WORDs to paint a picture. Images are not Poetry, just images. Kids use them in schools. I wish we did not. I want it on the poet's words. We are beyond grammar school. Writing our best and Comnenting beats images and videos anytime. Many will disagree. Who cares! Be a poet first. Ok if you disagree. Panagiota xx