Long Chalkboards Poems

What's in a Name? 
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This is their moment 
Place on your makeup and let us begin
Cast the shadows of deceit with a grin
Curtain calls and the show begins

The world is their stage, action consumes.
Warm hugs and I love you’s...

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This is their moment 
Place on your makeup and let us begin
Cast the shadows of deceit with a grin
Curtain calls and the show begins

The world is their stage, action consumes.
Warm hugs and I love you’s...

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Color outside the lines


Coloring outside the lines
Not at my school
Nuns frowned on that;
Skirts above the knee
No way
Not at my school;
No gum, no pens,
No make-up
Not allowed-uh-uh
Not at Saint George School;
Memorize your verses
Three a night
Don'miss a word
Mistakes...

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A most genius, scientific mind, whom I respect,
with chalkboards full of numbers and symbols;
such mathematical equations and theories
as to boggle the ordinary mind, spoke these words,
"No room for God."
I find that odd.

The same words spoken...

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By Laura Dee
November 5, 2014

Suddenly tired of being wired
Desire to die while being admired
Every omen reaks of old grass stains
Nothing in this twisted game to gain

Daggers and crimes filling my mind
Burning so bad it's making...

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Recess Bell

Where'd it go
That twice a day relief
Leaving behind blackboard's chalk-lines
To immerse in the blacktop chalk-lines

That place where hop scotch
Poison line
River ball
Target ball
Quickly made chalk nubs
Made innocent everyone's fun
Made sad classroom returns

That ringing in our...

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i am drawing a blank right now
the clock is sweating and becoming impatient
i see the dots and spots that formulate clots in the hollow banks of my memory

i am collecting the air as i write
the...

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Alone,
the television muted 
Thoughts float about on
shadowed wings 
Faces with moving mouths appear,
nothing is heard 
My mind collects itself,
slanted views 
Trading happiness for solitude,
beneath spinning blades
Not sharp,
but constant like minutes
Time teaches unwanted lessons
erasing chalkboards and...

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Outside my window, underneath an eave,
nestlings chirr,  greeting  the new dawn
Sleepy eyes begin to open, seeking,
much to do now that dark of night is gone

The Keeper of the Stars is gathering
her children onto...

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Poems have their verses


Blinded by the light
Stood outside to stare
Counting clouds in groups of two
If only you were there

Dreams may come in circles
Rounding out the bend
Ovals in a cornered box
Wanting you again

Laughing through the sadness
Easing...

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Silence splattered across the page
Riding on deeply buried tides
Climbing from treetops into hills of tomorrow

Life never exists the way the say
In boardrooms and across chalkboards
They just know what you're likely to eat...

The sun shatters cobwebbed...

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Dull becomes the page, when there's nothing left to say 

When the classroom is empty and the projector is blank

And the halls echo in silence their voices now gone 

Autumns past, as the inspiration dies...

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