Long Graduation Poems
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“My Deepest Passion”, is just three cuisines away
For over forty years, cooking in a restaurant, my forte
I can do an “Ice Carving” of a swan landing in a lake
I can start from scratch and build a five tier Wedding Cake
I’ve used exotic spices, from a hundred different lands
Pick fresh produce from a garden, I’ve never opened cans
I have Saffron flown in from India at $180 a gram
Escargots from Niece, France; where I also order lamb
With whisk in hand; a frying pan, a little wine and roux
I don’t believe there’s a creamy sauce; I don’t know how to do
I love to teach my students the beauty of Culinary Artistry
At Graduation they start their careers and take a part of me
Three cuisines, to master, to become a “Black Hat Chef”
But ill health is telling me I don’t have a lot of time left
From a short order cook to a teacher of the Culinary Art
I Live my dream, a dream that is deep within my HEART
As Executive Chef of a five star resort for the past eleven years
“My Deepest Passion” has kept me going as my retirement nears
Three more cuisines and I become “Black Hat Chef” number eight
The third in the U.S.A. a life long dream come true; if that should be my Fate
Inspired by Amy Green’s Contest “ My Deepest Passion “
Dedicated to my number One Student Kenny Potter my Protege
I’ve brewed so many potions still you are
I’ve made elixirs from hydrogen to quiet you
Nothing I do is a cure for my lonesome electron
We all have a voice spinning around in our heads
Are yours as loud as a hungry child unquelled?
Are yours like a steel fork dragging on glass?
Silhouettes of thoughts ready to gnash
You are resistant to my entreaties to stop
Noises should retreat to the background
Mine craves the foreground with monster wails
My voice hates crowds and pounces when alone
I am a captive company trashing our home
No amount of lithium will quiet your voice
No lurasidone will quiet your psychosis
Till death do us part we thrashing for release
There was a time when you and I were one
Somewhere in my youth, your evil entered me
You were thrown into the closet with my childhood
Now I’m old the hinges have rusted
The locked door has been clawed to death
I feel your evil talons gnashing a way out
As a scarred door portends, we want freedom
Do I bring out my whip or feed you treats?
Do I show Heisenberg’s theory of uncertainty?
When my spirit is low, it welcomes me home
I welcome evil, but the tiger invites me in
It asks me to enter, but I open an empty sack
Evil comes like a kitten to its father and enters
It calls itself Pygmalion asking me to loosen up
I teach it English, but it drills in me monster speak
I teach it how to use forks and spoons
It shows me how much pitchforks hurt
Thank you for being my test subject
It’s my life’s work to say thanks with sincerity
An education with graduation day out of reach
It’s my life’s work to enter the closet with a tiger
The way out is in without a care of consumption
As it feeds my body daily, I will teach satiety
May it teach me to no longer fear hunger
The potion I longed for was myself
They both met in high school
Fell in love like struck fools
Knew right away this was the one
From the very start
They melded each others heart
Yes, you can say it's true love
So after graduation
No need for explanation
Made plans to be together for life
They set to marry
In late February
Until that rainy evening on that fateful night
Now she places wooden crosses
On the highway losses
Of those that never made it back home
Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Daughters
Who've lost out on love like her own
Which is the reason this quest
The center of her loneliness
Thinking back to what she almost had
When they both slipped from her hands
Her love and her life plans
Where irony is all she has left
If she could turn back the clock
To all that she's lost
Would it make a difference in where she is today
Being the same girl
In that same shattered world
Where he still holds the heart that she gave away
As she places wooden crosses
On the highway of losses
Of those that never made it back home
Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Daughters
Who've lost out on love like her own
The arrival of spring greeted again and again,
Each day at the awakening of twilight,
With the songbird’s sweet refrain,
Much to the morning glory’s delight.
But their unmindfulness of this date
Is not shared by the assemblage of students,
Who at this threshold proudly wait
To see the matter formed of their prudence.
About this matter now we ponder-
Marvelously formed in equal steps,
Such that candidates stand and wonder
How to hold it within their precepts.
Then with thoughts of the Most Sublime,
They see skinless, boneless sheep
And know this matter depends not on time,
And begin to fathom that providence is deep.
So through the threshold they step in line,
Equally spaced to receive that common reward.
That matter assembled by the class mind,
To which they now march in cadence toward.
Fully aware that they enter the edifice
Made by the creator of the universe.
They are deemed holy by academic sacrifice
And set free to practice arts diverse.
Graduation day! Let us celebrate!
A milestone attained! Indeed, hard work pays!
Savour this moment! Life struggles can wait!
The world awaits us but today we play!
It was a long struggle; skies oft looked grey
Through sweat and toil, our path we did create
Determined focus, held steady its way
Graduation day! Let us celebrate!
Patient resolve, of monks who meditate
Study our worship, as the devout pray
Shaping in silence, our glorious fate
A milestone attained! Indeed, hard work pays!
Today we dance, to lively music sway
With each breath intake, in joy we gyrate
Our bubbling heart exclaims, hip, hip hooray!
Savour this moment! Life struggles can wait!
Success is not handed out on a plate
We ourself light our path, like a sun ray
As we be and so do, we can create
The world awaits us but today we play!
Accomplishments apart, love our mainstay
Tranquil mind, open heart and easy gait
Life beckons; we neither rush nor delay
Feeling complete in joy throb that elates
Graduation day!
09-March-2021
A graduation blessing poetry contest
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelley
Three thousand chairs are crammed across the field,
A sea of cheap black gowns and melting ice.
We’re sitting trapped without a sunlit shield,
While sweat drips down my neck to mock me twice.
The principal yells names at breakneck pace,
A steady roar from "Aaron" down to "Zane."
I’m stuck somewhere around the middle space,
My rear is numb, my brain feels like pure pain.
By letter M, the afternoon turns harsh,
Lost in a sea of gowns forevermore.
Are we graduating or trapped in a marsh?
The kid beside me starts to nod and snore.
Three thousand names read off without a pause—
I only stayed because my mom said I had to!
Lies deeply in thy self conscious thought
that one's thinking could control the souls
matter allowing one's self to be opened
purely for the purpose of being here thus not
being judged the excitement for another being
to yearn the pleasure of your passion to be
absorbed in a place that can't fit your soul
and mine so crowd thinking crowded beliefs
infiltrates the soul with out touching how
than do we destroy the living environment of
one's self how than do we leave lessons
learned and at the same time be defeated by
the envy to know some one else's soul
herein the way we love the way we live shall
capture a none existing soul of terror a soul
so blatenly covered in desire and pain
all of who we are comes before the knowledge
of Moses if we allow one of us to have the
word and freely so unselfishly speak it
Written by Yolanda Nicholsen May 14 2004 Fort Myers Florida my sons high school graduation day 7 months after my brain injury suffering with traumatic headaches and alienation from affection I couldn't stop writing my brain was fighting to live sparks were flying so I wrote all day.
Home is my Eden where You, my God, nourish me with Your bounty
Embracing me around warm belongingness of family love delight
Assured with security presence, barring disloyalty attacks
Fenced by Your providential guarding leadership!
Home is my primary faith-builder, bringing me close to You, my Creator…
As Dad and Mom exposed me to Your great omnipotence
Midst truths of miracles and realities of mysteries
Especially of personal relationship with Christ.
Home is my serene haven that has taught me genuine contentment
With my parents thanking You, Oh, Lord for Your daily blessings
Combatting dissatisfaction of materialism-angst
Subduing greed, covetousness and envy.
Home is my joyous commendation-source from Your wrought triumph, my God
Exemplified by my family’s gladness, praising You over every milestone
Be it birthday, graduation, anniversary, or any worthy festival…
Prevailing is “Congrats for doing your best by God’s grace…”
Home keeps me linger more for mind and body’s much-needed rejuvenation
When outside tasks’ incessant demands echo loudly with painful pressure
Succumbing to relaxation’s pleasure, I stay in Your comfort, Holy Spirit
Refreshed by loved ones’ touch and embrace, verily therapeutic.
Home is my fortress-might against injustice and violence of whatever nature
Vanguard of biblical virtues-values, constantly championing righteousness
Where You, my dear Saviour reign as Master with compassion and truth…
In You is heaven on earth; with You soon is eternal paradise.*
*Luke 23:43 And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, To day shalt thou be with me in paradise.
August 9, 2019
2nd place, "My Home" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 8/20/2019.
It was September of 1960 and we were growing
Elvis sang "It's Now or Never" anticipation showing
New kids in town for our Freshman year
Our last at St. Jerome's, adulthood near.
We hung out at the Coffee Cup on Berwick Street
Five Point Diner and Palma were sweet
We never dreamed of growing old
Back when we wore blue and gold.
Sophomore year brought us to Saint Ann
Not old enough yet to be called a man
Hitch hike to the My Place and Bowling Alley
Travelled around the Panther Valley
Weekends looking for a brand new thrill
Going to the Coffee Shop in Summit Hill
On the Juke box "Runaround Sue" and "Cathy's Clown"
If "Rumble" came on we'd quickly leave town
Building memories as each day would unfold
Back when we wore blue and gold.
62 saw the Four Seasons singing "Sherry"
Our next two years would be with Saint Mary
Pep rallies in the court yard, who could forget
Sneak down to Henry's for a cigarette
Laughing, joking, we were only sixteen
Drop another nickel in the pinball machine
Flip a coin for a pool game, choose who will rack
Fan buses for away games, have a smoke in the back
Lou Christie sang "Two Faces Have I "
"The End of The World " made Skeeter cry
It was 63 and our time was near
We were starting our senior year
Unsure of what our future would hold
Back when we wore blue and gold
November came and some of us cried
The Friday President Kennedy died
Before the storm there is always a calm
Trouble brewing in Vietnam
In 64, invaded by another land
The Beatles wanted to hold our hand
The school would be one next year we were told
Back when we wore blue and gold
June arrived, graduation day
A time to rejoice, a time to pray
To change the world, thoughts so bold
Back when we wore blue and gold.
I’m finally going to get on that platform
on the 18th of next month,
for a first-time, one-time performance.
The once, seemingly impossible will come fully true,
which seems like a lot narratively.
It’ll be like leaving home—but we’re crashing out.
Moving on to other plot points, big topics and intense missions.
We’re all caustically optimistic.
Although there’s a cellular-level pull to move on
we can’t help but feel a hesitancy to jump into our multifarious futures.
We’ve never been improvident.
In my personal pool of experience, when I feel alone,
friendless and unseen, this unintelligible fear noise arises,
and I'm tempted to tap out. But I never have.
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Songs for this:
walk but in a garden by LLusion
What Dreams Are Made Of by Evann McIntosh
I Like You (A Happier Song) [feat. Doja Cat] by Post Malone