8th grade algebra class
Hyper chit chat from black-caped Louis
And his stringy long-haired buddy Richard
In the hallways before class they slap
The bare back necks of unsuspecting classmates
Stamping foreheads
Making the nuck nuck and whoop whoop of Larry Moe and Curly
That’s what they were re-enacting
With knees slipped under their tiny desks
As Mr. B has his back turned
Scratching formulas from his nails on the blackboard
When he pivots like a pitcher to boos
Lifts his toes to first base and baseball throws
The felt eraser full of all his mis-calculations
A lifetime of rage
Poof powder
Waffle imprint on Richard’s cheek
A cloud of chalk blonds his hair
Beards his performance grin
Richard has a look like when he’s seen his dad
Come home again and again and again
After happy hour
Leaps to his bedroom door
Holding the side of his face
“You can’t do that! You can’t do that!”
Out he disappears
Mr. B clasps his hands and fixes his face to his family
“Now for quiet.”
And we don’t dare say anything.
a pink eraser
fixes most of my mistakes
i rub her away
black magic marker
great for outlining cartoons
non erasable
Everybody has a past.
Everyone makes their mistakes.
But they are not there to last.
Time heals wounds that judgement makes.
Human, we are all only...
So it is safe assuming that
We can leave our errors lonely
At the drop of our said hat.
Pencils have their rubbers and
White out corrects our pen.
Backspace with a keyboard hand...
Now overrides back then.
There is a saying - that best cold...
Revenge served in its dish.
But then I think, when I grow old
Will this still be my wish?
Dwelling on my yesterday
Will not see me get anywhere.
All I can do is make my way
Using today to get me there.
When it comes to what has been
On those otherwise cloudy days,
Any storms that I have seen
And lived through, my mind can erase.
Your whispered existence paints hues unseen - twilight shadows; your hands bow, yielding.
Lead point scratching
Pink eraser scrubbing,
Ticking time catching
My eyes, I'm rubbing
Inspiration sparing
Rhyme and word fighting,
White lines staring
Thumb and finger writing
Yellow #2 shrinking
Lines ever darkening,
My eyelids blinking
My mind harkening
Hours ever zooming
Crumpled paper piling,
Good enough is looming
I find myself smiling.
had a potential thought...
just a 'minute ago' of
an 'encapsulated idea' ready
for a poetic discussion...
of a concept that a 'perceiver be'...
thee 'time-moment
itself' as a numerical presence...
that is an 'awareness of being'
with respect to the concept of...
a 'count knot' as a basic 'meta
for' some consciousness complexity...
where-in 'one idea' may
consume 'or' reproduce...
itself as an 'other
notion' with an appetite...
for 'change able' ideas
stans sand
I am your eraser
Cos I sacrificed my life
To clean up your mistakes
I give my time to heal your wounds
I spend my days to give you a better time
So don't be selfish my friend
Be royal to nature............
On my first day
I met a new friend.
We had the same new sneakers
And sharpened pencils
And coloring books
And backpacks
And French braids
And rulers
And we smelled the same smells of our school.
My pencil eraser broke off and fell to the old wooden floor when I erased my drawing too hard
And she picked it up
And said, “I’ll never forget you.”
Ding dong! , Ping Pong ! Ringo now sing a song !
I took a pill in order to heal only to feel.....
A million miles away from my reach as l l try to play the hand of God in a land of mortality where one silly move makes me none existent.
The sky polluted , my lungs included , the garden of Eden excluded it's all part of an intrusion.
Theories, philosophies and assumptions the only real concepts to camphorate the pain of reality.
So we make deals , in exchange for thrills and we run in heels hoping to conquer the ills only to be concealed.
I wish I had a large pink magic eraser.
Jill gave me a mean look a few seconds ago.
So now I will erase her.
I begin at her feet, working my way up.
She is disappearing in swishes and slashes.
Her diabolical smile is the last thing I see.
My erasing is fierce now, as I erase that off her face.
As I rub her out entirely, I remember why I started
Cartooning a few years back.
If I had a magic eraser I would erase the pandemic
I would erase forest fires
I would erase hurricanes
I would erase tsunamis
I would erase racism
I would erase sexism
I would erase ageism
I would erase homophobic attitudes
I would erase bullies
I would erase hatred
I would erase misunderstandings
If I had a magic eraser
The saddest tale that’s e’er been told
Is that of pencil Sharp
He wrote so dark, so brave and bold
The critics on did harp
Disaster struck one fateful day
As Sharp wrote down a line
His pink eraser wore away
So marring Sharp’s design
Now Sharp decays in health and mind
His purpose now so dull
And as Sharp fails, he falls behind
And publishers are full
No time have they for useless Sharp
A point without an end
So on and on the critics carp
About his latest penned
To greatness go the other pens
And those whose use goes on
To write of mountains and of glens
For Sharp all hope is gone
knock knock
its me who chase your greatest enemies
i am the one with no rival
i am the one that pushes you to Ar-rahaman
you can find me anywhere in the mosque and the Islamic center
from sha'aban to Ramadan
i unite the Muslim ummah
i am your best friend Ramadan
marhaban! marhaban! O Ramadan with joy we welcome you as our guest
the month of fasting, Qur'an and taraweeh
doors of jannah are open wide
the devil is chained up
evil forces are disposed
the hell is closed
you feed my iman
you can see the vastness of the ummah
teaching us to grow from
our spiritual adolescence
battling with our souls
you mend our hearts and give us tranquillity
solidifying our bonds with our creator
the night we spend in taraweeh prayers prepares the soul for redemption
let's not forget our less fortunate brothers and sisters
the devil losses and we win
some don't have food for suhoor and iftar
we have to ignore the devilish whispers
when they are in pains we're in pains regardless of the distance
let's give our assistance to the Muslim ummah
we're asking for your mercy upon us
to be admitted into your kingdom Ya Allah
@bint__abdolrahman
It's the letter of a lover,
Written to his lady bird;
Emotions are filled in it,
And there's meaning in every word.
Be my pencil says the lover,
And I will be your eraser;
We are just like them,
Incomplete without each other.
I will erase your griefs,
And be your comforter;
I will sharp your life,
Just like a sharpener.
Being there in every line,
I will not let you fail;
Whenever you would need me,
I will be your scale.
In this heart of mine,
Before beating it stops,
If you be my pencil,
I will keep you in that box.
R-ise
O-f
B-eacon
I-s
E-arth's
D-arkness
E-raser
M-ainly
O-utdoing
R-ain
I-f
N-ecessary
Topic: Birthday of Robie DC Demorin (May 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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