High School Sadness Sans Shana Aubrey Harris - Part One Half
Subtitled: A Quiz Sic Hull Emotionally Test Ting Senior Event
Valedictorian treads across makeshift platform
i.e. most likely auditorium stage
marked by pronounced hushed audience,
who exude a collective sigh lent sage
laden tour de force vis a vis inhaling, notating,
and regaling gleeful yet pained page
turned - closing a chapter of progeny prolific accomplishments,
i honor Shana, who did engage
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her wholesome being i.e., she with her sunny
delightful disposition and lightness of being
buoyant feat (yeat as heavy of hearted butler)
feted for 2017 Redmond i’ ching
a bundle of mixed emotions sans
Enrichment Academy graduates, by tests acing
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who attained milestone vis a vis earning laurels and plaudits
from family members hook air
high school diploma, and ready to launch
bountiful daunting challenges, yet surely un clear
about destiny, though place one foot before
t'other each young gal and/or guy will exude flair
to succeed, now bestirred by joy and sorrow
upon grasping their papier
ma shay – nah - High school diploma aware,
a sound education
sent each on their own future path veer
ring this way and that,
while pomp and circumstances issues forth
by adroit musically talented underclass mates
and seniors next school year.
man, twitching emotional celebrate
achievement denoted, evoked,
and feted voiced loud and clear
by keynote student speaker,
who braves the tsunami
of glomming audible suppressed tear
but also underscored via
well worn mortarboard, linkedin, kickstarter, Joyus
Eye-to-eye grin freshly minted graduates wear
* * * * * * * *
the mood swept up via that well worn tune
(composed by Sir Edward Elgar, his moon
light Sonata - subtitled March Number 1) acknowledging June
a per cheers, eliciting grownups immense
Kleenex moistening overpowering quintessential immune
eye zing, simmering ululating wrenching yowling
as tassels get tossed, ripped and flipped in tandem with a boon
* * * * * * * *
dog gull (maybe in conjunction
with a non twittering uber angry bird)
to the left side of the caparisoned newly anointed future
where flocking sounds of silence heard
Dharma Bums, professionals and/or trades persons
momentarily stung with sadness NOT ab surd
to cry depart ting iz such sweet sorrows adieu
to favorite classmates and teachers, whose supportive word
just the perfect balm to ease academic despair, who voluntarily
cosseted, ferried, and whispered magic.
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