Long Elementary Poems
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Hypnagogic spell immediately cast
overpowering drug induced state fast
overcome even those who just woke
prolonged narcotic effect could last
bajillion years (hyperbole to wake
any lil lulled reader) superfast.
Before he/she succumbs without blame
impossible mission monseigneur or dame
to break loose against buttressed bed frame
magnetic pull overpowers
superman/woman and/or lame
nope, I can't rattle off any specific name
only no man, woman, nor child can tame
overpowering urge greater than whatshername?
Ja Sleeping Beauty, or similar
facsimile thereof within eye blink
shutters lids with soundless clink
quite elementary ma rinky dink
poem, but would ya expect me,
an arrogant, defiant, haughty,
career punster who doth hoodwink
matt er of fact Scott
tush trumpeting ratfink,
meanwhile, I will not let thee think,
lest ye become mettle some as hot zinc.
And what thwart my feeble
attempt to bewitch and beguile
quite aware ye probably reedsy
to spew glippy glop gloopy bile
spurring lifesaving recourse
insane asylum, cuz bedlam
forces thee to dial,
and splutter exhibiting harried style
swiftly tailored demeanor
hooping I get just desserts,
and be condemned at trial
within interim and meanwhile...
Yours truly will exalt inside
unit b44 downing
one after another
B52 eventually died
(jettisoning these lovely bones)
at least say to himself,
while gratefully dead, he tried
to curry lunacy, (albeit harmless)
across the the web, world wide
reading experience this
letterman being your lucky charm guide
into outer limits of twilight zone
ha... ha... ha... no place for ye
to run and hide,
which bolsters me prejudice and pride
without sense and/or sensibility
(think Jane Austen),
whose ghost would chide,
one twenty first century wordsmith,
who seeks a bartered bride
hmm, maybe someone allied
i.e. linkedin with AllPoetry,Cosmofunnel
FaceBook, MyPoeticSide,
PoetrySoup, Prose, All Poetry,
Hello Poetry, Tumblr...
I even roll out welcome Matt
for thyself tug get shanghaied.
Hooray for Captain Spaulding...
though he played only a cameo role
helping me secure corrective eyewear I sport
mucho gratitude to all parties involved
including the missus,
cuz she needed to shuttle me
to and from hither and yon,
wherever I needed to go,
cuz entire bill paid
(including thorough examinations and lenses -
the frames repurposed
from one used many moons ago)
courtesy AETNA Medicare Advantra
in tandem with superb
ocular optometrist Doctor Paul Halpern,
that would be an unpaid for plug
touting outstanding kickass knowhow
insync with his offbeat good humor
without making a spectacle of himself.
Many insightful revolutionary breakthroughs
linkedin to gamut of intelligent people,
whose exhaustive mental,
physical and spiritual efforts
witnessed visually impaired
(shortsightedness affected wordsmith
since he entered second grade
at Eagleville Elementary School
circa approximately mid nineteen sixties)
and anticipated him being called
mildly derogatory name four eyes,
thus withheld donning glasses
at the expense of lackluster marks
for that half year, cuz parents moved
to 324 Level Road
initially R(oute) D(elivery)
until Donald Neilson
(if memory serves me
more correctly than spelling
of his surname, and "The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw
and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More Than Ropes Will Ever Do" by Fiona Apple),
and yesterday November 12th, 2024
happily, proudly, and zealously wears glasses
to see the webbed wide world crystal clear.
Post cataract surgery,
about couple months
after consultation at Kremer Eye Center
and finally came to figurative juncture
whereat (drum roll please...)
prescription adjusted eyeglasses
now sit squarely on my button nose -
as long as I hold them there with a finger
until cosmetic surgeon affixes a bump
on the bridge of said nose
analogous to the song titled
I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
(courtesy Johnny Nash,
who raked in quite a bit of cash)
to drive our 2020 Hyundai Elantra
after dark shadows slink and slither
along the edge of night
encompassing an ever widening berth,
where the outer limits
meld with swathes of the twilight zone.
I met you on a sunny day
Swinging to the sky
I couldn't find what to say
So I slowly whispered, "Hi!"
Stumbling, fumbling, bumbling idiot
I couldn't get you to come my way
Like a ray of sunlight
You ran about, giggling in play
Soon, I joined the fun
But fear captured my run
I slowed my feet to walk
Carefully crafting my talk
...to impress my friend
I got lost in her beauty
You could find me on her heels
Serving her was my duty
While she bent me to her will
Spinning, winning, pinning donkeys
Dancing to the rhythm of rhyme
Not caring about the games we played
Just that I could have her one more time
Adventures on land or sea
Or fleeing from danger with me
We ran til energy died
And the road between us, arose to divide
...hearts asunder
~I heard the thunder~
...then...came the rain
Last year I was assigned to two schools.
I had school C Monday through Thursday.
I had an M school on Fridays
I am an elementary school counselor
A group of girls wanted to see me all the time.
One asked to see me three times the last day of school.
Let’s call her Marvel.; she did not have problems
She just needed a place to go and talk her heart out.
Last night we had back to school night.
I saw Marvel toward the end of handing out popsicles.
Come here, I told her. I have good news.
I said “Guess what? I am here five days!”
Her face fell. She asked “Only five days?”
Five days a week, I told her.
She squealed, leaped in the air,
Skipped a happy circle and gave me a giant hug.
Forget social distancing.
A beauty holds onto character
The true nature of humanity
For love not defined but put to act
Seeing within mind's outer intention
Inner circle persuading pleasant passion
A tree:- South, North, East and West
Driven by disturbing breeze yet stands
For all cardinal points to visit her head
Blowing to cool down hot atmosphere
Her people pass promptly cum production
A pretty parade pushing entertainment
Staged with value to beautify her heritage
By which hands clip onto another for feelings
In awe to how butts tune up beats' flows
Gearing unstable legs of others to cheers
A diverse language scattered throughout
Growing up so fast wishes to unite all
For understanding to relate differences
Today, it makes us a fantastic awesome one
By Western favor she can't but appreciate
A view of different ages ago without war
Excellent duties get her really stand out
Out of every possible trouble loading faults
To energize forces against herself for once
Not until discovery channel White to her castle
A fortunate lady open to observation
As to the need to let go of the ships
Whereas, some captains never depart
Building another some more ships here
Indirectly to teach her and have her heart
A great significant lady for improvement
Who keeps tailoring running future
To learning check on elementary days
Of Modern world turning culture around
Yet lose not the beauty of her call: dignity
Celebrating African day: the diversities and commonalities that unite us as one
7:09 PM 9 July 2014
Mature
Looking down at my hairy chest I remember back whenit was bare.
Skinny ribs that one could count and my pot belly was not there.
So proud I was that I was growing a Mans mustache in elementary school.
My hair was full and getting long blue jeans and converse shoes man did I feel
cool.
Running around on bikes with my buddy Greg chasing girls
Listening to Ray Stevens sing about Mississippi squirrels
Shooting 22s and bb guns at cans and bottles we found
Feeling strong and invincible until some bully knocked us down
Making out with my girl to air supply just letting my heart soar
Summer romance hotter than the sun memories I cherish more and more
Now my hair has migrated from the top of my head to my chest
And my rib can't be seen and my belly's a mess
My mustache connects with a beard and grey is replacing brown
I walk more than I ride I like keeping touch with the ground
Although my body has matured my mind and heart still grow
I listen more and I learn from every lesson in tow
My life was hard and full of stress but I would not trade one day
It has made me who I am and who I am is here to stay
I like who I have become not rich nor extremely wise
But smart and witty kind and caring and full of many a surprise
music
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“element” . three
" drive it like you stole it "
it’s quiet and quite
like elementary
as simple is
what’s obviously
“you”
the sensus communis
dimensionally . speaking
and thinking it through
should make perfect
the senses too
“of five wits”
dear William, it’s true
the core imagination
estimates memory
of focused fantasy
is commonly known
as the time in sensory
of a . motion…
" extra yet ordinary "
means of extraordinary
to show a notion
pursued
" do you feel it "
transcendentally . speaking
can you ‘here’ it . leaking
into a pull
of gravitationally dull
yet immediately accessible
" understanding "
Doctor
of incarnations
for the sake of relations
do you see…
the identity of
a.muse
She threw the best birthday party at eighty-three.
With a hip hip hooray and a whimsical whee…
We could barely get tickets, everyone was there.
She was dancing the watusi in her pink underwear.
Don’t sweat the small stuff, she said, girly girl!
Her hair was dampish, and her legs were a swirl.
Aren’t you afraid you will overdo? I asked Goo.
She laughed until her neck almost broke in two.
I jumped into the fray and danced with two old men.
She is really something! Said the old one, named Hem.
I have known her since elementary, and she is a peach!
I did not have to tell him she was way out of his reach.
The Ball fell into 2020-
One single drop ending New Year’s celebration
Masses of people gathered together
Was this the last time?
It was Winter – a mild one
That began to run into Spring
Without anyone knowing
The COVID-19 virus came quickly all over the world
People very ill; people dying
Limited amount of supplies
Nurses, doctors give and give
Many could give no further;
Government askew
As to what to do;
New terms became "go to" words:
Masks, "social distancing six feet apart,
Lockdowns, Quarantines"
Lives murdered, Anger with police,
Protests and Riots in cities,
Much civil unrest in our beloved U.S.A.
Black Lives Matter became the theme-
Social injustices do exist;
The virus increased taking us into Summer
Will life ever be the same?
Suddenly, January became August with the continuation-
Churches not meeting in their lovely buildings
Due to contagious aspect of the deadly virus,
The Gospel continued to be shared
"Nearer my God to Thee".
Businesses closed – trying to reopen,
Some closed forever –
Restaurants limited capacity,
Elderly isolated – increased separation
Our beautiful world changed overnight;
Will schools start? Will sports play?
Suddenly, the youth are spreading the virus
Instead of the elders as the number of cases increase.
At play are colleges, elementary and high schools
How to teach; where to teach;
Salaries versus no salary--
On and on until now they are talking about Fall,
The weather feels like “September”
And we haven’t lived out February yet;
Be kind, give love, have food delivered.
Trust God. He is the one constant
Yesterday, today and forever
Time to help one another in America,
Help the widows and orphans
Contain the virus - do your part;
Soon it will be December
and a wonderful
Family Christmas,
I pray it may be so--
Before the ball drops again.
-e. pearl anderson
The reason I loved to write is that there were no rules. I was able to write whatever I wanted because it was just for my own enjoyment. But as I grew up, my love for writing slowly faded.
Maybe it's because I’m not as creative as I was in elementary school, or that all the rules of grammar are ruining it for me. All I know is that it’s not something that makes me happy anymore. When I write, I make it sound like someone is going to grade it afterwards, or that I am going to end up publishing it. All the grammar corrections and yellow underlines that fill my paper, telling me this is wrong, or that this must be changed.
The reason why I hated math is that it was only rules. There were right and wrong answers. Every single detail matters when solving a problem. In English, I can talk about an idea that some people might disagree with in my essay and still get an A. There are never any right or wrong opinions, unless it is actually wrong.
Writing can only express things so much; there are many things in life that you can’t describe in words, like feelings, for example. I’m only sixteen, yet I feel like I’ve been living for much longer.
I’m not claiming that I am as wise as a 70-year-old, or as lost as someone in their 20s, but I’d say I’ve seen things that make me understand life a little more.
I don't talk much, so I think all the time. People’s thoughts are what they can’t say out loud.
I know this because I do it every day. For all the times I wanted to say something, but couldn’t.
When my mom asks me why I am lying on the living room floor, all I wanted was for her to ask me if I was okay. When my dad raises his voice at my mom, I want to tell him that whenever he yells, I become the 6 year old that sat at the top of the staircase, waiting for my mom to come up and tell me everything was okay.
As each day goes by, I say less and less. It has become too tiring to even say words out of my mouth. I agree with everything, so I don't have to argue, so that I don’t have to explain anything.
I feel like I’m always hinting that I’m not okay, but no one notices, or at least they don't want to notice. I get upset at others for not understanding how I feel when I don’t ever open up to people. I feel selfish for wanting someone to care for me with everything going on in their own lives.
This all started when I lost my desire to write.