Best Grads Poems
The cruel streets I walked made me sad
I looked not at him, nor at her
Those who passed me by, gutter grads
I felt at home among the curs
We were outcasts from hearth and home
Over the land our kind did roam.
Looking here and then searching there
As many as stars in the sky
By foot, by car, sometimes by air
We wanted to understand why
We couldn't go back where we'd been
Burned our bridges and that's a sin.
Some were poets within their hearts
A killer or two in the crowd
And some were like me; a la carte
Doing what it took to be proud
Some chased women, some ran from them
And in the melee some lost a gem.
I sit here writing words of mine
Wondering how many are left
Who write words and sell for a dime
I have escaped death's cold, cold theft
I have fought the fight and I've won
I'm old yes, but I've just begun
Fireworks, like gunshots,
Make great and astounding sound
Congrats, GRADS! Good luck!
Crowds of commotion
Party like no tomorrow
Happy, HARD future!
Happiness and cheer
Overflow in everyone
I'm simply...in awe! C-x
Grand Graduation!
Totally cool seniors - RAD!
Sad to see them go . . . .... . . ... .. . . . . .
When someone tries to Ignore you,
Or anyone come to bore you,
And no one wants to assure you,
That he/she has sympathy for you,
Stand up there for a while,
Please weep not but have a "Smile".
The time when u r hurt by someone,
You have no joy or cheer or fun,
And u feel as if u have no moon or sun,
One thing will make u reconcile,
Please weep not but have a "Smile".
If a friend has wrongly blamed you,
Or out of malice he/she named you,
And for his/her joke he/she aimed at you
In big gathering he/she ashamed you,
Befriend him/her not And close his file,
Please weep not but have a "Smile".
If your heart is broken u r about to cry,
You want to quit this world and die,
You have no means for pleasure to buy,
Though it may be difficult
But try to leave all sorrow behind few miles,
Please weep not but have a "Smile".
If not a single thing you owe and
Your income and grads r very low,
The speed of having is slow instead of losing
Let hope grow in those moments that are fragile,
Please weep not but have a "Smile."
Breeders' Cannon Ball plays for days and decades even onto eras
Feeders on the bottom plus top down voodoo economics, no trickle
De-weeders? Why? Lawns are hype realistic so fake AF and anti-kith
Xeroscape like rape by statute not as consent is all we had and glad
as if LOVE LOVE like that is not welded onto the iron of our blood
our ICHOR revealed by the metal of my worth so all stop [fragment decay]
WE_SHE_BE and been found in the lost items bin or your heart box
Where few claim what they lost except employees that skim on whims
And random kids pretending to collect those sacred scatterings adding
Us all into the folk flying all stars from three to seven points and more
Up up to eleven and 127 plus 1 and another tenner and we are TEE H EX
Kate Bush ends spell of chant sans rhyme or beat and only written tell
By me that if your analyses searches for perfect supra-asymmetry balanced
By three points like MOEBIUS STRIPS or the landscape and felons well met
By the grads and all the Parises of Helen not Troy or Sparta or Hades subjects
Troy how you fell and flowed onto us oh Troy built but no Dear John JUDY Green
WE ALL LOVE YOU THEAFANIA MI MAYOR HERMANA o ONEE CHAN WO AI NI
all ways and four eve her all believe her and such is lillith plus you LADY^4
I grew up in the rockin 60’s
Everything back then was new
Rock ‘n’ roll and Chevy’s
There wasn’t anything we couldn’t do
Hot rod Fords and street drag races
The girls wearing cashmere sweaters
The thrill of youth that showed on faces
That easily laughed at serious matters
Saturday night sock hop dances
Slow dancing with your steady girl
Sneaking a glance at other girls
Thinking maybe next, I will give her whirl
Oh, we had our gangs, punks and hoods
But everything was settled just by fists
Honor was always avenged, as well it should
But black eyes topped the list, not death
Mellow days and careless nights
Drive-in movies, who watched the show?
The heavy petting, and then the fights
“You’re my steady, but that far I won’t go”
The slow drive back to take her home
The sweet goodnight kiss outside her door
The promise that I would never roam
The secret wish she would give me more
Life was tough, and hard to take back then
Or so we thought, but soon would learn
Boys grow up, becoming men
Go places where men die, and bodies burn
It all happened so suddenly
A heartbeat, a blink of the eye
It all happened so viciously
One day to live, next day to die
High school grads, college illusions
Hot rod Fords, and street drag races
And then began the Western Union
“We Regret….” were all the traces
Left of lives that once lived for life
Those that did come home to peace
Now live with lives full of strife
And only wish the pain would cease
Words Gone Rag
what a pity
how absurd
college grads have lost their words
latent grammar
dead vocab
grab at every
prep they have
don't know what the trouble is...
at computers they can whiz
don't know what will happen next----
whatever it is
will be found
in text
The College Graduation
By Elton Camp
To a life of prosperity, you see
Your college degree is the key
Commencement speaker did say
Each and every expected cliché
“Not an end, but a beginning
The race of life you’re winning”
“Why, the first thing that you know
You will be bringing in lots of dough”
But as was the college’s intention
Certain things he didn’t mention
Jobs will prove hard to come by
No matter how hard they may try
Massive student loans come due
What will the hapless grads do?
Even bankruptcy won’t wipe ‘em out
“Pay up or else!” the lenders shout
Those who fail to pay what they owe
It’s off to debtor’s prison they may go
The grads have the world by the tail,
Let’s just hope they don’t go to jail
Let’s give credit where credit is due.
Trump’s accomplishments—I’ll give a few—
should be mentioned today,
so to those who naysay,
let me offer a positive view.
Now the jobless rate’s pleasingly low:
January nineteen---4-point-0.
Our economy’s good,
and improving. All should
see we’ve risen above status quo.
College grads hit the jackpot last year,
for the job market stats made them cheer.
In his plans he’s not slack.
He’s brought many jobs back
and helped generate companies here.
Though new tax laws won’t help everyone,
they’ll help millions. When all’s said and done,
there’s been no perfect law
and no man without flaw
in the White House—nor under the sun!*
Note: I do NOT LIKE his personality, his mouth, but he's accomplished some
good for the U.S.
February 2, 2019, entered in Anthony Slausin's President Trump
Poetry Contest
Stanza 2: data.bls.com (U.S. Dept. of Labor Report, Feb. 2, 2019)
Stanza 3: cbsnews.com (May 17, 2018)
conservativedailypost.com (Jan. 10, 2017, Martin Walsh article
says Ford, U.S. Steel, and others agreed to bring over one million
jobs back the U.S.)
Stanza 4: *nor under the sun—except Jesus
November 19, 2020
entered in the Out on a Lim Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
FROM THE PIT OF HELL
By R. A. Merritt
The KKK has got a new name
But they don’t wear a robe and hood
They’re alternative right and are often polite
Like decent people should
Yeah they wear suits and ties
And have wingtips on their feet
And many of them are college grads
And members of the elite
And you know very well where they’re from
Where their minds do dwell
They’re the worse of America
They’re from the pit of hell
They’re giving each other Roman salutes
But not wearing Brown Shirts yet
But I expect they will be real soon
And be marching in Goose Step
They’re all over your city streets
They’re all over your home town
Anger in their excited voices
With faces wearin’ frowns
They don’t love our country
Though they profess they do
They in fact hate with it a passion
For the likes of me and you
And you know very well where they’re from
Where their minds do dwell
They’re the worse of America
They’re from the pit of hell
And they run the gamut
Are old age and very young
And they all walk in darkness
And avoid the shining sun
They’ve infected our country
Are a virus of wanton hate
And if we don’t cure it before to long
It just might be to late
And you know very well where they’re from
Where their minds do dwell
They’re the worse of America
They’re from the pit of hell
Yes if we don’t do something soon
This tyranny forestall
We’ll be headed for their prison camps
Or be pushed up against a wall
And no one will be left to weep for us
Or take account of our strife
Our freedom we once cherished
Will be as dead as our life
And you know very well where they’re from
Where their minds do dwell
They’re the worse of America
They’re from the pit of hell
And you know very well where they’re from
Where their minds do dwell
They’re the worse of America
They’re from the pit of hell
The very pit of hell
stationed at kissing desks
I feel the implode of anxiety
within this sweathouse of labor and woe
telephones chime
with the sweet rhythm of security
being enslaved can be a joy all its own
ungrateful maybe
but a yet to be defined pay scale
can mean so much in a bunker
filled with high school grads
through the fog and thunder
of these cackling underachievers
who slam file drawers in disgust
a voice sweet and low says onto me
hey you wanna' f---
Each day's dawn is a miracle, grateful I am
To discover the sun even rose,
Thank the Lord that I still have a tent
For so few college grads have a job.
Before taking your meds (prices rising each day)
Better check all your fingers and toes.
Maybe stay out of kitchen if you can't take heat,
But a bully won't listen to what people say!
Our new president's words mostly spam,
As he twitters his nonsense, that's hateful at best;
Grossly fat; can he tie the dress shoes on his feet?
He's "The Ponce of the US," (1) a Soviet tool,
And the world knows that he is a fool.
Loves His pussy, who cares what hits fan,
Voters care who he shoots in the street?
Simple buffoon to those who can flatter.
But his life seems to me growing cancer,
Nepotistic, appointments don't matter,
Loves to fire any "Engine That Can," (2)
For real competence makes him look bad,
Shows the world that he's naked, unclad!
Like a leech, he sucks blood from the poor.
Plain to see empathy is not window or door,
You can't sell it, clear proof it's no answer!
So thank God that you're still here this morning,
And then pray each new day is his last,
For the longer he stays the more danger we're in,
Though the devil's no pushover, "DTs" (3) might win!
Hang your head if his face shows a smirk,
If there's stroke, we thank God for the gift!
He exploits the future, can't fathom the past,
But coming or going the "Ponce" is a jerk!
Long Tooth
July 21, 2017
Poet's Notes:
(1) POTUS is a new acronym.
(2) A reference to a children's tale called "The Little Engine That Could!" which it seems clear Trump never read or perhaps it was (and still is) over his head!
(3) Delirium Tremens - a psychotic condition!
Three long years ago
I first entered these marbled walls
Now with glory and honor pride
Intervened in me we go down in history
On through the day we celebrate
All those electives
We forget our enemy's our foes rejoicing now in love
And ignore bitter's hate
As we walk across the stage
As I journey down the stairs
Tousle floating in my hair
Gladly eyes start to stare
As I walk down the corridors
I smile on through the day we celebrate
We forget our enemy's are foes rejoice in love
And ignore the bitter hate they may resonate
Little wonder how when I was young
I spied how I wanted to make that journey
Like my brothers and sister did
A long, long time ago
Oh, Lord yeah
I'm so happy Diploma in my hand
My people racing to the grandstands
Cheering, clapping ever so happy
While I stand on the podium with my hand out
Waiting for the grand slam while my people holler, shout
Handing me my diploma a sheet of paper
Rolled up paper they call it the tablet of learnt life
Dedicated to Omaha North High School Grads class of 1973,1974
07/15/74
Written by James Edward Lee
Fifty per cent
of Harvard grads
opt for finance or consulting
The percentage who go into teaching?
That figure's downright discomfiting
~ disgraceful, insulting.
The best and brightest manipulate money
~ Future generations won't find that so funny
Recently, I awoke
from a very specific dream--
In which I expressed
my getting-a-B.A. scheme
A long-time ambition
I've put on the back-burner
Delayed because I'm not
much of a wage-earner
It'd be easier to succeed
with a B.A. under my belt?
Hard to get there
with low self-esteem (as I've felt)
Plus it'd make my outlook on life
more well-rounded
Even if all that online study
makes me feel grounded
But as for a potential professional job
without a degree
I'm looking into Indexing --
might be just right for me!
Then if I can support my education
financially that way
I hopefully will join the ranks
of B.A. grads someday...
Whether or not I go after
this accomplishment, I will age
The question is, by that time,
do I wish to be more sage?
But I tend to get discouraged
and distracted; so no promise
Perhaps I can enlist
the smarty-pants prayers of St. Thomas
Murderous Sprees...
sinister Population Control, Sans Cosmic Creator?
Maybe,... I shudder to think
up the sleeve and ornate cufflink
of divine maker, a deliberate pitch
to foist *****sapien on brink
viz self destruction,
asper bedlam upon Earth that doth stink
a hellish conspiracy linkedin with tragedy
namely sinister predestined plan to shrink
terrestrial realm usurped by ink
king a pact of devilish destruction, demolition
denunciation, et cetera doth stoke
unslakable thirst of bloody drink
sucked out the flesh o' every body electric
as zombies and vampires quench
fifty plus shades of deep pink
drain liquid of life courtesy of chosen thugs
incognito golem aliens to kill and sink
civilization, until every person extinct
cold comfort (from this Yankee of mortal fate
lifelong resident of Keystone state),
one day extraterrestrials, (whom might
inhabit planet teeming with billions)
will excavate and then curate
a sorry lot of creatures, where bullets did eliminate
an arrogant, haughty, narcissistic...peoples
(a handful of exceptions to the contrary),
whose various tribes never adapted to integrate
sundry superficial differences among themselves
instead chose to allow, enable and provide
(Putin shill) collusion did willingly corroborate
with dopplegangers i.e. "FAKE" guardians
whose real not so impossible mission
to feign friendship, at heart..a pie rate
but sole outlook to eradicate
coercive, self immersive,
passive, et cetera species
and blithely earn blind trust, unwittingly mutate
into their likeness only to trump
pet gentlemen's agreement brittleness did break
as "FAKE" and devastate
democratic and constitutional compact
(utilizing bribery to swindle elite schools
so crazy rich parents could manipulate
levers of prestigious academia) to satiate
egos bragging about brilliant offspring
only to undermine the complex edifice
spoiling promising futures via golden gate
bridge of studious grads,
who exercised sweat o' their pate.