School Green Poems

Who knows what the afterlife brings
Maybe it will unfold like sweetest dreams 
Where the carnal cons of worldly existing 
Brings the green gift of recovery

We...

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The Clock on the mantelpiece
Has a story to tell of love
It is a memory left behind
Like that of two turtle doves
My mother was in middle...

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You ask me what am I wearing
A heart full of hazel hope
A silver spirit daring and cherry caring
My mind is not blind to green ghosts...

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Our hot girl summer rolls on - like lava downhill or male models doing - anything.
We’re in Athens, Georgia, yes, it’s hotter elsewhere - but...

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      As I fall into the buzzing altar of heavy 
metal shifting sand, maw,...

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	GREEN DAY – revisited
     Although the following poetic/prosaic material written January eighteenth two thousand and eighteen, I came across these encapsulated,...

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Once,
or twice, 
maybe thrice,
surely not
not fractal

A clan of crazy ecofeminists
conspired within an 88 unit residential castle
in their historically converted 
sometimes hysterically clueless condo
colonial-red predative brick...

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Though I'm ashamed to say it now, I never took conservation seriously,
Just living life as if nothing else mattered, full of wonted complacency.

I would hear...

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Twenty-two
and our School Boards
are hoppin

Madly divided
'bout race
and white saving face
in-between fashion shoppin.

Dear Red and Blue
School Board Candidates,

Regarding Critical Race Theory
that ignores our own lack
of multiculturing...

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Memories of Bach

At 17, I performed a solo ballet to Bach
Below a sparkling sky,
On a park’s open green grass.
The choreography flowed.  
I was well-rehearsed.
The...

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Chatting with my mum last night
as we often do

I listened intently to her telling
me about one of her favorite 
day's out and memories when 
she...

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Fashion

Pink goes with blue
Red goes with green
They taught me at school
Not to be so obscene 

But many years on
I now trust nature's choices
Rather than trends
Or...

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and spoils of Western Civilization.

Thrum of the central heater...
manually activated upon advent of twilight
(since yours truly not resident within "smart home"),
nevertheless warm cockles and muscles
appreciate...

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My poems used to rhyme before you 

Now they don’t  

 

Gifted hands, sharp words 

Making the suffering my master 

 

Green eyes like...

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green is not your color-envy is not your friend


 
Date Written: 9/2/2020
2 Place    My Most Unforgettable Moment in High School Contest ...

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