Best Classrooms Poems

With hair ablaze, a jester unconfined,
I scoffed at the mundane, its life declined.
My wardrobe, a riot, a rhapsody bold,
Mismatched socks my standard, stories untold.

In classrooms...

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hanging in the air
humidity’s heaviness . . .
the river’s slow crawl


On the Mississippi lies the beautiful little city where I once lived. How many times...

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They kick God out of classrooms
And evil walks right in
Innocents are led to slaughter
Before their lives can even begin
Our jaws drop from the shock
We are...

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Step 1: 
Inhale an envious mask upon your castrated 
skull, 
and prompt this necessary illusion to commence.
Bathe yourself in ego-filled waters till you feel superior
to...

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smeltering a soveriegnty sent forth from the center of 2 + 2
and branding beliefs with the benefits of interstellar iron,
smoke waving wakefully from flesh feeling...

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In space, universal static sings its 
icy songs to celestial bodies; 
their romance helps to keep the balance; 
life’s turning…turning…

In finite depths of black holes,...

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All organic parties
committed to EarthTribe
as My HomeTeam
could become EarthPatriots
experiencing every day EarthDay;
which, of course 
we are revolving through
together,
more resiliently 
than ecopolitically polarizing
AnthroSupremacist Apartheid.

Speaking from our...

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Ye Olde Classoom Days


Let us take a cruise to the great past.
Hold tight, it won't be an easy task.
Look here, pencils and erasers, 
and books...

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As we did the month preceding 
This the next department meeting
Time and time without a reason
To be present or to listen

For there’s nothing on the...

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The instructor said,

Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you--
Then, it will be true.

I wonder if it’s that simple?
I am...

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Period-wise, we used to arrange the bag,
Every book was covered and have a name tag,
Waking up early in morning, get ready to go,
May homework not...

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Chucko Is Dead

It was on Columbus Day, 1962
When Chucko the Birthday Clown
Sang in tones most glorious and free.
“I’m Chucko, I’m Chucko
I’m Chucko the Birthday Clown!”
I...

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They drift into my mind quite frequently,
those thoughts of summertime when I was free
of  classrooms, books, and teachers. I could be
an unencumbered child. Time...

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Oh my soul what hails you?
Oh my soul what awaits you?
Oh my soul why are you in despair?
Oh my soul I have not deserted you
Oh...

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I had hoped there would be a 50th class reunion for my class of 67.
Instead, I got word the other day that Aggie High is...

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