Best Detentions 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 of tedium 
rules I'd defy
Grasping forbidden knowledge 
'neath watchful sky.
Craving for wisdom in 
esoteric wells.
Chased squirrels with saws 
casting fanciful spells!

Detentions for...

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There is a solace in his silence, a servant of his solitudes,
As he comforts in compliance, a jester to the multitudes…
He stands alone a neophyte, struggling within his confines,
Actions that do excite, impugnable inhibition when he signs.

Master of the satirical sad, a foreordained flounder of...

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The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid...

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There is a solace in his silence, a servant of his solitudes,
As he comforts in compliance, a jester to the multitudes…
He stands alone a neophyte, struggling within his confines,
Actions that do excite, impugnable inhibition when he signs.

Master of the satirical sad, a foreordained flounder of...

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Back in my hole in the back of the den
racking up souls with every heart that I spend

Laughing at those birdies floating far far away
half in astral detentions known to scar and fillet

Compacted in thy dirt, I’m comfortable in failure
It’s only after that I’ll hurt,...

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She doesn’t give detentions
but casts spells-
my best friend now sits
on a stool in the corner of the room
as a toad
for an unwanted remark.
Her topics include-
potions for everyday use
how to wave a magic wand
and incantations.
Her Driver’s Ed course
teaches students
how to ride a broom.
A dark cloud lingers
over...

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I seem to of late to live between an inner life of double doubt and life aberrant that relates to a coincintude that female hate is alive and well, as it subjigates its tentacles around its prey prematured by all of their  sociofear/control/princecharmang/sleepingbeauty differentials...

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Sometimes plans just go awry
Despite your best intentions.
Then you rally and you try
Assorted interventions.

You could shrivel up and die
From all the added tensions,
But to do so would defy
The normative conventions.

It’s a waste to wonder why
There have to be dissensions.
Life is likely to supply
Dilemmas and detentions.

So...

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There is a solace in his silence, a servant of his solitudes,
As he comforts in compliance, a jester to the multitudes…
He stands alone a neophyte, struggling within his confines,
Actions that do excite, impugnable inhibition when he signs.

Master of the satirical sad, a foreordained flounder of...

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No, Shar, I'd never heard of it, but I will, i looked it up, and it's got a great rating.  
Sounds good!  Thanks!!  My friend John S. is a horror buff of the first ranking.  He 
was even on the peripheral...

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Early rise, sonorous sleep, ceaseless schedule, yellow uniform
I bundle my books, handle my hair and sprint to school
To learn motivating material from a peerless physical platform
In caring classrooms with a practical portfolio pool

Nibbling notes, listening to limpid lessons, factorizing facts
To test my time, hone my...

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I am what I am and there's none that can change me, 
The word can be heaven or a feary pit depending on What you choose to be. 
It doesn't depend what people see 
As they can't distinguish every single tree 
But your creator ...

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You can't deny
You can't deny I'm looking pretty fly, ain't I? 
And uhm... since I'm so fly
I'll bring you some plane truth


Open your eyes it's the season of the witch 
There's witch hunting?
Which gadget fully fulfils my wish
Which system sustains my glow and ascertains me...

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Laughing during mutual intimacy
Yet intimate war-song sang daily
History knows no detentions for it
The first censured; second is justice...

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Again, again, I ask, “So tell me, son,
how was your day?” Thirty-four sanctions,
and seven detentions since September’s start.
How can you be so brilliant yet so lost?
Why don’t you listen, son, why don’t you see?
I wish for you the world, the moon, the stars,
but here I...

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