Long Carpool Poems
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I woke up it was a sunny day
'Come for breakfast' mom would say,
I freshened up, then made my bed
Put away the books that I had read,
Just another day at school
My ride was here, my friends carpool,
We laughed and joked as friends would do
Just a regular day, and nothing new,
We went to our lockers to get our books
Then I noticed a student's suspicious looks,
He wore a long dark coat, and his head hung low
Then I noticed his walk, it seemed very slow,
The warning bell sounded, kids started to scatter
To get to their class, but somehow it didn't matter,
The boy with the long coat then started to yell
"All of you bitches are going to hell!"
He pulled out a gun and he started to shoot
First up in the air and then down by his boot,
Kids started screaming and running so fast
Some ran outside and others to class,
Alarms started ringing, the shooting was loud
I was down on the floor from the smoke filled cloud,
I crawled on my knees till I came to a door
Decided it safer to stay near the floor,
He came round the corner in all of his hate
Our eyes then made contact, it may be too late,
He pointed the gun, it was aiming my way
I raised up my hands and I started to say,
"Please don't shoot me, I don't want to die"
The fear overcame me and I started to cry,
We were lucky that day, no one was hurt
He was there just to scare us, this student named Bert,
We knew he was quiet, a recluse and not liked
He was teased and made fun of, a little bit psyched,
A lesson was learned, about what we say
We need to protect our kids everyday,
The laws need to change in regards to the gun
Our schools need protection, they shouldn't have to run,
Fear of our neighbours should not be the case
Evolution is changing the whole human race,
The new generation is smarter they say
We hope they succeed and begin a new day.
Continued one of the angelic aliens in earth’s close orbit,
‘Thus we’re given this task by our CEO at universe Milkit.
All you need to plant the flora umpteen
Until we create a fresh ozone layer clean
It takes for us a light year for sure.
Just stop all industries that are not pure.’
OMG I worried a lot
For I understood what a great havoc
We have done to this mother Earth
And its solar system trillions worth…7
A light year is what we need to revamp the Earth
It means we created in several dearth
Like water, food, and climate change
Well that cost to bring celestials to CEO arrange
Wake up my Earthlings it’s time to rebuild
Not just the Earth but solar system with guild
Green belt needs to be increased a lot
Besides stopping the factories impuring slot
Let’s stop vehicles on the road
Encourage carpool in load..8
Otherwise the nature will take its own course
Sending its CEOs to even the Earth I endorse
Let me remind you all the aliens are not humane
Some are violent and cruel inhumane
They may dismantle even Earth’s core
Bringing the upside down like lore
Before they foray into Close Earth’s Orbit
Let’s do refine our Earth to make it fit
Love our planet and pamper it much
As if we are going to die tomorrow such..9
Now our orbit is their new abode
If we don’t mend then they will be on road
To teach us a lesson out of box
In a different way I shout (not a hoax)
Future danger is not afar
Let’s save our system star
Follow all virtues and be a human being
Citizen of multiverse in a way amazing
Beware of a predator or an alien
With mysterious background and acumen
In the Close Earth Orbit
To make us perfectly fine and fit..!! ..10
A busy wife and mom, she always seemed late
But she didn’t know why, at times she would wait
When a sense of urgency was of great import
Especially to those waiting, most in need of her support
For those of us wondering, “How could she always take so long?”
Since it wasn’t obvious why, oft was heard a car horn
But many times I noticed, even as a small lad
There was intent in her lateness, usually to aid something or someone who had
A need greater than ours, or those we were meeting
Like our dogs needed water, or the horses needed feeding
Or, stopping to talk to an elderly neighbor
Who had just learned of an illness that caused them great labor
There was the time when she stopped the car to explain something of import
We got to ask many questions, she never cut us short
I also remember a stressful day, one where we were late for carpool
And an irate father took it out on her, very un cool
Later that night I could hear her crying as we went to sleep
And I prayed for an angel to visit and tell her not to weep
And to show her how her small decisions to be late
Greatly affect people and other’s lives, which then go on to create
Such a wonderful world for us all to enjoy
If we just keep in mind, that if all of us too employed
A sometimes-slight hesitation, a thought of others before plunging ahead
We’d all get to experience a life with more threads
That fulfills that promise to our creator who asked
Only that we fill our lives with greater weight
And maybe, just maybe, it’s because we’re a few minutes late
Finally, Summer's over and the kids are back in school
I'm not a bad mother, but after driving through carpool,
I'll have seven hours, five days a week, spent in peace
No yelling, "Behave!" In silence I'll find sweet release.
I'll no longer hear voices say, "Mom, what's for lunch?"
Please understand that I love my kiddies a whole bunch,
but they ran around all Summer long like an unruly tribe.
The opening of school is what my doctor would prescribe.
Then it dawned on me... the pitfalls of what that means.
Now I'll hear, "Mom, why didn't you wash my new jeans?"
I'm pretty darn sure that child has a closet full of clothes.
One more affliction added to the motherhood of woes.
Let me not forget that I'll still be driving them all around
to football practice, and drama rehearsals, I'll be bound.
No time for them to snack at home before we must leave,
another burden we mom's bear that kids do not perceive.
I admit that they're growing too fast and soon I'll be alone
Then I will miss them dearly and I will bellyache and moan,
wishing I'd spent more time with my children every day.
I hope I'll not be the only mother who will feel this way.
August 28, 2022
Back to School Contest
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
I’m from toy cars and mismatched Barbie shoes.
I’m from bike races down the one road where no unpadded limb was safe.
I’m from a Sunday carpool and Tom Thumb slushies in Florala.
I’m from the twang of Conway Twitty,
the screams of Aerosmith and a hundred dances in between.
I am a child, finding joy in excitement!
I’m from dribbling chins and watermelon juice,
“Goodnight, sissy”, Band-Aids and kissing boo-boos.
I am a role model, finding strength in my fear.
I’m from bonfires, tailgates, and kissing goodbye. Barbeque at Jay’s and Christmas at the Hill.
I’m from standing on a milk crate to shoot pool and burning eyes in Walmart swimming pools.
I’m from Easy’s growl and Smokey’s purr.
I am passionate, finding love in freedom
I’m from jumping on a trampoline in torrential rain and the smell of roses
I’m from barefoot adventures, crawdad fishing, and “stay out of my pecan trees!”
I’m from 3 am Life with Ethan and 2 pm short cuts to Kayla’s
I am the hope I find in myself.
I’m from rivers, I am from oceans.
I am from pain and joy and tears of both,
I’m from love and belief in the power of unity.
I’m from toy cars and mismatched Barbie shoes.
i speak trouble yes
i speak trouble
late night rumble
very quiet mumble
summertime symptoms
slipped in subtle
suddenly i want to see
the warmth right before
the crunching of some autumn leaves
too hot at noon, makes the warmest evenings
writing on walls, illegal to draw
remind me of nights, all fear was small
bliss and inner peace
abundant as dinner treats
everyday i made away
with darker skin, and dirty feet
heart disease not bittersweet
park and freeze like little creeps
when passerby, might quantify
activities, helping secrets to keep
no such trouble yes
no such trouble
all the wonder, many lovers
i wrestled and played with shovels
pedestrian and landlord
i rummaged through the rubble
pasta without sauce, and gallons of tap water
vaporizing sacred flowers
that smell of exotic jungles
worries never entering
my vision like a tunnel
fleeting as a hummingbird
never ashamed to cuddle
never new a softer word
never cared for struggle
running free to paradise
cause my license priced had doubled
delighted to ride a bike
rain reason not to huddle
traveled all i sought to see
carpool or a shuttle
impermanence just a word
pouring down the funnel
Kristin says he wasn’t good enough for me.
Kristin tells Andrew she loves him in front of me.
Kristin wishes Andrew was more thoughtful.
Kristin says nobody is ever enough, anyways.
Katie says I can do better.
Katie says Jackson is perfect for her.
Katie likes to fix things:
problems with no solution.
Anna doesn’t care about anything. Anna says I need to let go.
My friends from home agree, say it’s time to forget.
Kathryn says I need to love myself first. But
Kathryn says love isn’t real.
Lane says it’s going to be okay. I say it’s not.
Christy and Julie and Ansley and Bailey say nothing.
Carson says I talk about him too much.
Carson says I talk too much.
Everyone wants to tell me something
of their own but I just want
somebody to admit to me
the capital T
Truth.
That some small part of me
will always be the child
who cried on the first day of kindergarten
then pressed her white oval nose
tight to the car window
as she rounded out of the carpool lane.
The child who begged for more
when life promised it would hurt me.
Respect dead people and never sleep with them
Don't expect call backs from the dead
Smoking, drinking and deceased in trunks of cars
Are bad habits and probably against the law in Alabama
It is impolite to shoot dead people out of canons
Or drop them from airplanes way up high at midnight
Though they have no fear of flight or need of parachutes
The activities are rude so just don't do it
Dead people belong in cemeteries or in urns
Not meant to be refrigerated in home appliances
Or kept next to the milk and cheese for freshness
They are not good company but make great listeners
Carpool lanes move faster with more bodies in the car
When stopped for speeding dead people come in handy
Place one of them in the driver's seat to get the fine
They don't mind screaming cops or ticketing
Let them rest in peace with or without a seatbelt on
The safest place on Earth to sleep is in the cemetery
Dead people will never hurt you because they are dead
Fear the living because they are alive and kicking heads
Why did they name it a freeway to begin with
Honestly it doubles your chances of getting hit
Drunk drivers and those with road rage throwing fits
Constantly driving defensively to avoid a near miss
Are the ramp meter lights really controlling the traffic
It causes more confusion when an idiot drives past it
It's on this road that the impatient show themselves
Another reason the insurance comanies are high in their sells
People changing lanes like they're under the influence
Tailgaters are annoying and also drivers with no insurance
If an accident happens anywhere on the freeway
Artificial traffic builds from the nosey looking that way
Then when lanes aren't moving but yours starts to
Someone always dares to dash right in front of you
You also have those who try to cheat the carpool
Even break through the solid lines just to roll through
That freeway business can be too much for me
To avoid that madnes I rather take the street
Ever heard of the beautiful Ohio?
The writer in me wants you to know -
River life has its anecdotes
My granny, a German immigrant,
mastered that river in dinghy boats
to attend a Lutheran church.
I've crossed its waves on a raft that floats.
The writer in me wants you to know -
My father conquered the Ohio
on a ferryboat two times a day.
Except... when April rains closed the floodwall.
Then his carpool drove seventy miles one way
to cross on the next nearest bridge
in not-so-nearby Owensville Bay.
The Ohio River changes its flow.
The writer in me wants you to know.
My grandpa walked it in the depth of winter's freeze;
my grandkids explore its fossils in summer's drought.
Swimming it upstream is not an easy breeze
but its muddy shores hold childhood treasure.
It's where we teens met with our main squeeze.
August 14, 2021
Sponsor Constance La France
Contest Name Your Favorite Rhyme Poem in August 2021