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School's Out

SCHOOL’S OUT! School’s out Building empty But inside old Emerson Grade I still detect the smell That same oiliness I hated on my first day That same mopped-on conglomerate flies ants dust puke urine and antibacterial sludge All fused together INDESCRIBABLE that smell! Well school’s been out for many years Sign outside says “OFFICES FOR RENT” For rent? Hell! Building shook when a truck went by 50 years ago It should have caved-in by now But NO! There are offices for rent Though nary a soul has set up shop I think it must be all the hate they sense Hate seeped-in to ceiling floor walls Oh how we hated dear old Emerson School The smell alone would drive a saint away SPOOKY! Because now if you listen close You’ll hear hundreds of kids Joyous Ghostly depression urchins Distant In unison SHOUT! SCHOOL’S OUT!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 1/21/2010 4:13:00 PM
Yes ! I remember that pungent odour! You described it as well as any earthly being could! I swear I smelled it again while I was reading this! Great job.. wow. Daver! ...think I gotta go blow my nose.... -Robert
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Date: 6/20/2009 11:18:00 AM
Different twist on the schools out theme, not having lived through that depression gives a light few these days would remember or even know. How Great poem DAver! ~Trudy~
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Date: 6/14/2009 1:07:00 AM
aww what a great write, so interesting, its funny how schools have that certain kind of smell they just stench, LOl thanks for your kind comments God bless you from diane
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Date: 6/13/2009 4:29:00 AM
Daver, What an interesting view of school's out you have written. The title leads me to beach parties, picnics, and summer camps. Then the first verse took me directly to School No. 4 in Jacksonville, Florida. An eerie boarded up place illegally visited warily by daring youth. Perhaps, hiding from life's pace. There, in the silent darkness echoes breathy chatter of former student's memories. Ghastly!!! And you brought this to mind with your writing. It worked!!! Lovingly, Dane
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Date: 6/11/2009 5:10:00 AM
HAHA:Loved This.Sppppppppppoky!Well i juss finished My Skewl so yee Glad at this poem.Beautifully finished!
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Date: 6/9/2009 7:44:00 PM
this is a cool write! Daver! you are so very creative! I can feel and totally understand the feelings! Jim
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Date: 6/4/2009 11:57:00 AM
totally rad
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Date: 6/3/2009 1:52:00 PM
Excellent poem Daver, you have,Soup Mail>James
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Date: 6/2/2009 1:12:00 PM
Excellent. You captured it, the emotion, exactly. Thanks.
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Date: 6/1/2009 2:19:00 PM
Aww Daver, you are such a sweetheart. What a sweet congrats - thank you! Appreciate it so much. Hugs, Shar xoxo
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Date: 6/1/2009 1:33:00 PM
Powerful use of imagery for a vivid poem. The last stanza is oh so true. Interesting use of spacing and capitalization. Creative! Karen
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Date: 6/1/2009 9:01:00 AM
nothing will change in the American school system until parents stop using school as free babysitting and insist on high standards of education and be involved everyday. Don't forget, parents pay the teachers, they work for us! When I began to treat them as my employees, magical things happened! This goes for administrators as well. Great poem, I can smell the glue and paper dust.
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Date: 6/1/2009 4:59:00 AM
Oh wow this is too awesome! My elementary school holds good memories (and smells), but junior high and high school is this poem! Bringing back the song lines "School's out forever!" Alice Cooper??? Gosh I'm old. Love, Shar
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Date: 5/31/2009 2:15:00 PM
fantastic!! I'm sad you didn't have fun at school though! I'm not a big fan of the american school system. I wrote one with the same title School's Out Light & Love
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Date: 5/31/2009 10:16:00 AM
Oh yes....the aroma of the ghosts of school-days past......something one never forgets!! (I remember especially, the smell of sweaty bodies, crammed in a school bus, when it was hot outside, left-over balogna sandwiches, still hot in the tin lunchpail.....wow....you never forget some things!! ) Great poem, Daver !!!!
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Date: 5/31/2009 9:02:00 AM
While I'm sure you're talking about summer recess, I couldn't help but think of the schools that are closing here due to lack of funds. Indeed, seeing them close creates a "ghostly depression." Very compelling in one way, and vividly witty in the way you intended, Daver. Great work! Love, Carolyn
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