School Ballad Poems

I used to have a recurring dream
In it, I was running 
I mean, I was attempting to flee 
From a man with a gun
Who tried to shoot...

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I - Barley Pettigrew

I'll tell you a story, outstandingly true, 
of the young lad called Barley Pettigrew.
He was born with nine fingers on his hands.
For...

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A love twisted in a high school romance,
Both fixated on puppy dog eyes,
Skipping classes followed by lies,
Predictions to never be seperated,
Only as much as parents...

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When we were in secondary school,
   we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
   and sweep and sweep...

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When we were in secondary school,
   we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
   and sweep and sweep...

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When we were in secondary school,
   we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
   and sweep and sweep...

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(Verse 1)
Well, I remember back in school, a song we'd all uphold,
"America, America," we'd sing it, hearts so bold.
Oh, beautiful for heroes proved in battles...

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My birthplace is Shokpartogai, my golden cradle,
Here I arrived, opening the door to this world wide.
The snowstorm paused, holding its breath inside,
When hear the cry...

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When the mind is without fear,
and knowledge runs naked in the streets,
like children released from school,
unburdened, laughing in the wind—
an indelible mark is left on...

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Home

We  gathered all the kids next door to go to Thompson's field and play.
School was out and the sun was too,
We could stay till...

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In the same town, in the same house,
two brothers were born
in a nice and calm countryside
where roses had no thorns.

In the same place, this morn,
two...

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A work of art , always the centre of attention,she was his showpiece, his pride ,she was stunning , simply stunning , wherever he went...

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We were tight — we were thick as thieves 
Only we didn’t quite know it then 
Isn’t it true that a friend in need
Is your...

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We were small, innocence written all over..
Pulling plaits, dreaming of a new rover.
Crossed paths..when I picked my nose,
While you processed your identity of rose.
She lodged...

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A Farmer’s Plight
The field is ready
The work is done
Toiling in the soil
Under the sun.
 We wait now for the monsoon rain
To end our hunger and...

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