Best Schooldays Poems
Can you recall being in school?
The clock, whose hands, never seemed to move!
The scent of fresh pencil shavings, m-m-m.
A box of new crayons to not only open, but to smell.
The desks we had, actually had inkwells, we used fountain
pens.
Add the beauty of a fresh notebook on which to write.
Learning to use a ruler, what glorious fun.
Some of us really learned to read the "Dick and Jane" series.
We actually had a real Christmas tree~ ah, that scent of
childhood's sparkling magnificence.
Our wide-eyed innocence~
And yes, we could sing of Jesus and angels.
His presence was allowed to swell our souls with hope and joy.
We had no idiotic questions, such as are you a girl or a boy?
No girl ever got pregnant, there was such a thing as chastity.
Who ever heard of murdering a baby?
Thankfully....not in my day, not me.
I give thanks for these simpler times.
I don't know how children can grow up sane anymore.
When morality is trashed and relativity is forever praised
and knocking at their childhood's door.
February 2, 2020
3pm PST
Brought up from the womb of schooldays
Where memories still frames those mischief plays
Stuck with the thoughts of dreaming holly bolly babes
Comparing the beauties from among the best
The out and out gist, one surely misses those garlopholic days.
The morning alarm runs the cold water hot
Breakfast served and then the sprint
To reach before the nine forty bell.
Literature lecture the morning Yawn, followed by
Critical calculations the creation of few jobless mankinds.
Easy to know the solar system only from books, but
One need to fight against hurdles, to go round the globe.
The fruit that proved the gravitation, and the man who saw,
Keeping rest of the things constant, how come he didn’t notice before
Other things to fall ??
Subjects all seemed to me having an inter-relationship
And lastly this chain is known as history with mystery.
Immature mind yet a manly look
Smoking *** with creative thoughts
No idea how large the peg
Yet felt proud to say, ‘I finished 750 ml alone without a vomit break’.
A hint to know the word ‘C’,
And then I thought of kindergarten days
Where I learnt, C is for Cat,
Was it a fake?
Crazy things and Quarter to quarter girlfriends
Tears shifted to the word sex.
Yummy dreams with sorts of vulgarity
Wings started to spread but keeping in mind the fidelity.
Bohemian time and three more irresponsible years
Had to reach anyhow before the rays reaches
Principal’s eyes.
British age classrooms and railway station fans
High degree oldie professors and their sleeping pills lectures
Boredom same gender batch mates and that regular back gate
The awaited smudged horizon, suddenly brightens
The first one to appear used to have hundreds of eyes and mind respect.
A rare macaw time now
Bunch of responsible days to come
Stressed with few kicked off past and framed memories
Westerns and classics are now changing to a routine life.
Weekend alcoholic night and a morning sleepy Sunday
Followed by a workaholic Monday to Friday.
Schooldays sweethearts, they grew through their teens
Enjoying life together living their young scenes
He knew there would be a day to complete their task
He went down on one knee, he'd a question to ask
My darling Elaine will you please marry me
I want to be with you for all eternity
Their day arrives inside the church he awaits
A silver Rolls Royce arrives at the gates
Out steps a lassie in splendid bridal gown
Sparkling in white with her diamond tiara crown
The music plays as she walks down the aisle
So gorgeous and radiant as we await her smile
She lifts her veil as she faces her husband to be
As we await their vows for the whole church to see
The words we have waited for are beautifully said
I do to each other as now they are wed
The reception awaits and the cutting off the cake
As they share a kiss remembering their first date
A Schoolboy’s Cornucopia
by John T Haupt
“Whither hath fled the visionary gleam?”
--Wordsworth
"The child is father to the man"
--also Wordsworth (same poem)
Having lived on this world for 69 years,
I want to go there, where the younger me--
Walking, walking, walking home used to be, where
When at seven years old,
My schoolbell rang, where I’d
Watched, and watched
the clock.
And then I began my walk, walk, walk,
A little man alone—
Trekking, walking, trekking home.
As the sun upon my bookbag shone , I knew
In my heart and soul,
That I was not walking home alone,
Where the wind whipped my jacket tail,
And the sun on my walking back warmly shone.
Painted leaves on bright colored trees,
Drifted down in the afternoon breezes,
Where rakes soon would harvest fallen leaves.
On my schoolboy’s walk home, how well I recall even then
In my youth’s fresh blush thrall,
I knew well enough to give thanks for it all.
Past tidy houses and manicured drives, landscaped trees and shrubberies,
Black and white TV waited at home.
And supper’s ready at five, cooked by Mom,
Served at a table set for five--well prepared,
For a supper that began with a prayer.
Then TV till eight, and up the staircase
For homework, then sleep,
To prepare for the new morning soon to be there.
Wake up, take a shower, brush your teeth comb your hair.
Schooldays came, schooldays went,
Between then and now many years have been spent.
On days like today, when memories return,
Remembering past things, aging hearts seem to yearn,
to ease aging’s pains—
To dream as if here now we’re once youthful again.
© 2021 John T Haupt
The auld fella’s auld fella left the tech
after Ripening for sixteen summers.
Camden-Wagon-Gravity landed a
shovel and a pick at his lonely boots.
‘DIG’. he knew that Language. and by God
did he dig. there is a dignity
in breaking your back To Stuff A Ganger’s
Pockets, And His Belly With Rich Porter.
That aching rhythm of pick and shovel
Made certain - he would never reach his height.
sure look at him now, all stooped and bended
A Tunneller’s Posture. There Is A Man!
Breaking New Ground, Smashing Sediment and
Poverty. With every drive, slam and crack
You made Certain we would never go back.
Thanks to underground suffering and penance
and pain. Schoolday’s are over.
You’ve broken the Chain.