Is our true love was going anywhere?
After traditional local fun fair
Nothing does compare, with the teasing scare
Where we share, our mature teen age affair
Passing written notes, from pens we borrow
Wonder about future, unknown horror
Sunny blue skies? After we say goodbye?
Studying college courses are new try
Meeting new friends, saying, he’s a nice guy
Semester we wander getting credit
Attend class confessing "should have read it"
Or the other excuse, “I don’t get it”
Compass directs one to the campus bar
Healing wounds from the bloody mark grade scar
And making out with a long neck lone star
August end
Welcoming Autumn cool breeze
Distributing new academic spiritual syllabus
Sun illuminates' life’s pondering campus
Deceased leaves spotlight beauty
Depart the world
Will return again
Alive and well
A Mother nature rebirth
Steeped in tradition
Tonight an escort holds a lantern
Ready to guide me
Through the early fall dark
Star less night
Wanting another day
“Do not be afraid
Future arrives soon
And you will have your historical spirit”
This I remember
Getting ready to haunt
Those who need answers
More than gold
Introducing closure
Honest strong treasure
Discovered through
Exploring resting peace
This I am told
After ghost orientation 101
Hitch-hiked along the East Coast 1968-70
multiple times
Picked up by mini-buses
marijuana high times
Dated a filthy rich gal whose 1971-72
backyard was Hamilton College
We climaxed every night, alright
but didn’t gain any knowledge
Pledged the fraternity where 1969
‘Animal House’ was shot
Quit the very next morning
learned to quit a lot
Got a D- in a Shakespeare class 1971
blamed it on the professor
Retook the same course
almost got an F from his successor…
They say the best teacher is Experience
~ I must have heard ‘Experiments’
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This is all completely true, so help me - gulp - G-d!!
I wanted cafeteria food.
And a book.
The slogging.
As if there was only a garbage dump to lie down on.
And it’s comfy.
I wanted a dorm room bed.
Lofted.
College doesn’t know anything.
Books are all grammar and a stiff knock on the door from a stranger.
Cafeteria food is like dead souls.
College doesn’t know anything.
Not even where the Golden Book could be.
To the left of the old soda cans.
Let me tell you a story
of a little-known battle—
the Battle of Harvard College.
It started one day
on a snow-covered campus
with one simple snowball.
The first soldier
launched his attack
on his unsuspecting brother.
It wasn’t long
shots were volleyed back.
Up in the window,
the general stood,
surveying the chaos
below him.
Grabbing his tricorn,
Washington charged.
De-escalation
was his only mission.
In a voice that commanded,
he ordered his men,
“Stop all this nonsense
at once!
How can you become
a unified army
when you bicker
amongst yourselves?”
The men now knew what they had to do,
for this general,
it was not smart to cross.
Without one single grumble,
they returned to their duties,
becoming a unified army.
unperceiving
as
improving patriotically
again
through
their hieratical
intramural
supervision
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 6–12, 2026)
I had one university sociology class at eight a.m.
no one knew it, I forgot it myself back in ’73.
the rule from the flexible professor “call me Jim”
we only had to show up for tests; this worked for me.
Turkey had a college degree
in dressing tables very prettily
He had a large diploma on the wall
of the barn, displayed there in early fall
We want you to dress our table, said a wife
He was thrilled, dreaming of this kind of life
his relatives tried to tell him it might not be great
but by the time they got through to him, he had been “ate”.
I was seeking release
Friday nights after class
a quiet drive downtown
never knowing what I’d find.
Music I sought.
I’d driven the street
many times before
but each time was new
as night descended on me.
I was young.
Each waitress met
as if a love or a friend
while I was waiting
for the band to play.
Music I sought.
The blues that played
spoke to every part of me—
I took every note in.
I learned to sing and dance.
I was young.
Away from classrooms
I lived another life
passion found
I learned to live.
They looked like four suitcases
the dormitories near campus
as I drove north on I-35 to Ames
going back for sophomore year.
They glistened under the late
afternoon sun and spoke to me
in a moment of sorrow and joy.
Come back, come back—
this is your time and place.
I had stumbled freshman year
suffered a break-up
changed majors and bore
depression, all on a rough
path of discovery to find
who I truly was.
The tires of my mom’s Mustang
sang, and most of my journey
there was already behind me
as I grasped the steering wheel.
The car moved ahead
along a fine ribbon
of concrete.
The vision welcomed me.
I looked past fields
as landscape rested
and past a grove of trees.
I took a deep breath
as I looked at The Towers.
Although summer passed
with a whisper, my year
had just begun.
My level of speaking people understand
Boys Becoming Men
From the Basement of Springfield
Welcome to 'Da House'
Where Minds Are Challenged and Shaped
Since 1867
I
A space of stacked stress
And clothes on the floor
His room is a mess
And his life is a chore
Professors didn’t care
And his grades didn’t either
He sees the end there-
Oh, time the deceiver!
Eighteen years ago, a Halloween 'morn
With eyes of baby blue, Iyla was born
She grew, we knew, she came from the best stock
Perfect pedigree, Neikirk and Peacock
Her nature's in Nature, Earth and water
She loves travel and all that it's taught her
San Miguel stay nine months she did venture
Wait what!?!?! A Tanzanian adventure
Now high school grad, college credit galore
Time to decide what is next and in store
True team player saving funds for first year
Fashion, business...or both? Find her career
Sweet Iyla! The world is out there for you!!
SO proud! 'Tis the fam loves you through and through
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
He once was a Teacher of mine; On Paper he was ment to teach Maths... But in reality, this man just Preached Christ!
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
We only met a few times; Around 28 years ago... I hope he's doing all right!
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
he wouldn't remember my name - or recognise my picture, or my face, in any frame.
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
I was struggling at the time, Sent to adult college young - I couldn't cope with School life..
Has anyone Met Cyril Redhead?
I only showed up a few times,,
A Truant dealing with bereavement, and Drugs - my Father had died...
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
He taught me at Granville Road... I remember none of his Maths! But remember the Truth - Cyril spoke.
Has anyone Met Cyril Redhead?
This servant of God I once met! His message was just to treat Others - How YOU would like to be treat!
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
Does anyone hold this man dear? He showed up and taught me a lesson - then Poof! He just disappeared!
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