Best Schedule Poems

In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity,...

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I stare at dusk-tinged mountains to the east,
anticipating joyously the rise
of an old friend not pressured in the least
 to meet my frantic schedule, I...

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I've grown a bit slower, I've grown a bit fatter,
  my mission each hour: relieving my bladder.
When I was a youngster, I had no...

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Last year, her imagination went double
So she ignored her previous schedule.
She put all her dreams inside of clear jars,
Decorated with different, assorted stars.

She believed if...

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It was late in gorgeous springtime, and I was teaching my class,
A lesson in African history, and the events of time's hourglass.

My fourth graders were...

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My sincere thanks to Teppo Gren for bridging the gap and taking time out of his hectic schedule to visit me on his recent visit...

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A spinning world globe just set off the center of its axis pole,
Welcome to the mad-mad Hatter’s topsy-turvy upside down
Wonderland, just another inside out hole...

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The darkness seems pensive
   the laughter is gone
The fire has died out
   the party is done
Tonight there were many
  ...

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*To fully appreciate this a person would have to be at least somewhat familiar with the movie: Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure

"Dude, here's a heads...

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Talk to me
otherwise I'll disturb you,
I'll follow you everywhere 
and sneak into your mind
silently.

From the busy street
to your lonely room,
in the hectic hour 
and in...

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One in a million’s not enough
To say what he meant to me.
One from out of the whole wide world
That is what the theme should be.

He...

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Nothing more than a pretty smile - repost

There she was chasing a rabbit 
with 1 am coffeecakes and weak tea
She didn’t notice I was watching
from...

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I awoke  after hearing a noise on the roof of the cottage, it sounded like a couple of seagulls, probably fighting over a piece...

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Along the mountain pine valley did the Iron Horse roar,
A steam belching black demon, burning red hot coals
Within it's steel belly.
Speed's hell bound creation, driven...

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The gate to Monet’s Japanese garden’s open,
beckoning, and green as Giverny’s winter wheat,
but there’s no time to glimpse the pond’s lilies within.
 
Monet’s Rose Cottage-locked...

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