Long Graduation Poems
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Homeward James: by Bill
For the king hath arisen
nsync with royal couture
decked out and bedizened
to the nines resplendent blindingly,
I telly you to envision
colorful dress exploding,
qua gaudy flashy
gold flecked fission,
this quotidian get
up courtesy commoners
copious colossal co-gent
coffers, stoking inquisition
condemning criminals
(predominantly crude
crepuscular Cro-
Magnon like creatures)
amidst a bloody
sea of crimson
and clover, where within usurped
hinterlands, there flourishes
enslavement jurisdiction
hard (heart sell) earned manumission
thru sworn fealty to attend
willy nilly, and
pamper ruling powers,
sans whimsical nocturnal necessitation,
especially eunuch horns
dill agent allegiance,
asper unquestioned prurient qualification
eventually (meaning soul posthumously,
quintessentially, and
subsequently) acquiring redemption,
plus bridging the gulf
between life and death,
viz longed for unification
as penultimate non plus
ultra holy communion
despite disparate, distinct,
and diverse denomination
afterlife automatically bespeaks,
concedes, and decrees equalization
erasing mortal edicts
against fraternization,
whereat atheist and/or orthodox
religious attain graduation
figuratively hewing eternal
(fashioning noteworthy Gabriel)
angelic exhaltation heavenly melodies
exhorting glorious habituation
incorporating individuals
into idealogical institution.
Had just turned age sixteen.
Hey, that was really keen.
But I was aimless in high school.
Which was not really cool.
In this pose, now I was stuck.
What will I be when I grow up?
Older siblings were college-bound.
Such a path I had not found.
I asked for help on what to do.
So, I'd have a future not so blue.
Be an architect or engineer?
Too far beyond me, I feared.
A pamphlet happened to come my way.
"Be a city planner," it did say.
So, I decided to read some more.
Suddenly opened, was a brand-new door!
With much excitement, I continued to read.
What's next? How to proceed?
I called City Hall for the right place to go.
"Try the planning office, if you want to know."
I made my plan to head downtown.
There, the planning office, I found.
The director gave me an office tour.
I began to feel, "This is for sure."
Maps on the wall were plain to see.
Planning books showing what a city could be.
I now knew exactly, I clearly perceived.
I was becoming a plan devotee.
I asked the director what school I needed.
State University, he completed.
I headed home with enthusiasm.
I was now lifted from my earlier chasm.
I experienced a rise in expectations.
Was accepted at college upon graduation.
Four years later, a graduate planner.
Whatever else could possibly matter.
Over the years, I held many positions.
I helped build cities with my planning decisions.
Now 40 years later, from myself, I can't hide.
Having fulfilled my dreams, I look back with pride.
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Poet: John Baie
Ouch! Please mommy stop it’s not fair
I pulled on her robe as she pulled on my hair
Halfway through combing out my long curls
mother hurries to get to the other girls
Gentle brushes won’t tame unruly locks now grown
sentimental first hair cut marks a milestone
I never thought I’d cut it off though she’d threat
But too many tangled tears shed for this brunette
It helped to see others face the shears
none were emotional not a pout no fears
It’s graduation for older kids in the neighborhood
on our block mom's a beautician mums the word
The kitchen used as her hair salon,
coloring and stylish up-do’s was right on
The can of Aqua Net sprayed tickled my nose
up next for a cut was my best friend Rose
Quit moving and crying I’m running late,
how 'bout if I cut it up to date
My lips were trembling, yes please do!
I saw ringlets of hair falling, one-two
I was only five and scared to look in the mirror
Why didn’t she just use No More Tears
Short was popular for curly tops, so lickety split
Part it to one side and stick a bow in it
as I jog down Lakeshore drive
I drank hot chocolate as a swan took a dive
the water so cold, as old men played chess
the ferris wheel spins, blowing off hats
and up the rich lady's dress
Lakeshore dr you see all for me
the white horses, pulling the carriage
I'm not home I don't miss my marriage
the butlers two maids swing the wellington kid
another kid waits for he haven't even slid
the light house shines my eyes follows
the breeze deep into pine trees
the crows perch away from the city
and that's what we call hospitality...
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
May 14th 2004 Fort Myers Florida
My Sons Graduation day.
In memory of the homeless men playing chess on Lakeshore drive Chicago.
It's the big moments in life that most people remember,
But it's the moments in between which we should dwell upon.
Our lives are memories that can be very tender.
Thy only happen once and, in an instant, they're gone.
It's easy to think back to almost every birthday
Because they only came around that one time a year.
But what about the things that happened day after day,
The little things that brought so many smiles and tears?
We all remember, with pride, our graduation day
And we certainly remember the funerals and weddings.
But what about all the summers spent baling hay
And the many days on the farm we enjoyed spending?
Of course, we should remember the birth of our children
And every single anniversary celebration.
But what about when we were young and our hearts were open
Sleeping in the woods and staring at constellations?
In between the big moments is when life also happens,
So let's not remember the big moments alone.
Just remember that even the smallest of actions
Make us who we are and gives our hearts and minds a home.
For our last day in Paris everyone went exploring on their own…
before we took the train to London and most of us headed back home.
Damien and Trista went back to London with us…but will stay there a few more nights…
They’re going onthe Harry Potter tour and seeing some of London’s other sights.
I have to add something that happened yesterday but we only found out today
July 14th in Paris…is a date that in Trista and Damien’s mind will forever stick…
for this is the day…the very first day…Damien felt his daughter kick!
As he put his hand on the outside of Trista’s stomach and felt his baby girl kick
his heart swelled with pride…
of course Trista has felt her daughter kick before…all-be-it from the other side.
For Deborah, Bryan and I…at our favorite breakfast spot is how we began our day
and we thought how cool that after only 2 days in Paris…we have a favorite café.
Then Bryan went off exploring while Deborah and I walked around our neighborhood
taking in the architecture, the shops…the street vendors…the windows adorned with plants…
at one tiny shop up on a corner…Deborah purchased a pair of French Pants.
We ordered and shared a Nutella’s banana crepe..under a beautiful bleu profond sky…
then sat for hours doing just enjoying each other’s company and watching people walk by.
Then, after saying goodbye to Damien and Trista who will be taking a later train,
it was off to catch the Eurostar back to London…..tomorrow we’ll be boarding our plane.
It was here we said goodbye to Ali and Ava and Bryan…which always tugs a little at our heart
as we go from being a family together…to being a family apart.
But how wonderful to have had this time together…if even for a little while…
and to have made so many memories that will forever make us smile.
A quick thank you to Ava, yes Ava, because you have sole ownership…
for your graduation present…coming up with the inspiration for this trip…
And to Bryan for organizing this wonderful time and for giving Ooh La La Tours its name…
together you to provided us a once in a lifetime opportunity…
after which…I say with confidence,
none of us will ever be the same
The most significant moment of my student’s life
Is the culmination of many years' efforts and sacrifice
A time to march forward, going up the stage in solemn rites
To receive a graduation diploma, my most precious gift, prize.
It's both of great fulfillments and achievements, I believe
Once in a lifetime with my toga, feels crowning with laurel leaves
Set of steps’ completion at another stair of education floor
I’ve surmounted huge phases of school’s life-challenges and endeavors.
Graduation Day flails the reigning banner of my successful race
With flying colors, raised the glorious torch of triumph, I embrace
Another milestone, a pedestal-crest for a victorious start
Accelerate me higher into my final dream, reaching the brightest star.
March 18, 2023 1.10pm
Sixty-four Forevermore
By Franklin Price
6/4/2018
Sixty-four forevermore
This month it has been fifty-four
In cap and gown walked down the aisle
The memories still make me smile
Many together all the years
From one through twelve from milk to beers
Sometimes bad but mostly good
Day to day lived as we should
No air condition in the school
To skip a day was sometimes cool
The beach was calling out our name
To not be caught part of the game
On week-end nights a drive-in show
To watch or not you never know
With luck a date to share the scene
Sometimes distracted from the screen
We also met at the tastee-freeze
Or the A&W to shoot the breeze
To see each other and be seen
The dining drive-in had no screen
Spoke to each other face to face
While snacking at a drive-in place
No cell phones then to help our fate
We did not text to find a date
Those were the days at least I think
To friends from then I raise my drink
I toast you all to end this rhyme
Those days I think a better time
She looked tame, and the entire breakfast area had men in it.
I sat on a high stool directly across from her; we are in a hotel lobby.
I did not expect her to speak, but she did. “Where are you from?”
I told her Kansas City. She asked why I was here.
My granddaughter’s graduation.
She said “Guess what I made, a pecan waffle."
She jumped down to show it to the table behind me.
There were three couples there – all white haired like her.
I am a burgundy hair; I dye my white out because it makes me look old.
I am old, but do not choose to look it.
She jumped back up across from me and we ate in silence for a bit.
Okay, she ate in silence. I was eating Cheerios, so I was crunching along.
“I am burying my husband today,” she told me.
It was unexpected and startling. “I am sorry,” I told her.
“It’s okay,” she said. “You didn’t kill him or anything.”
I did not know what to say to this.
“Are you from here?” I asked her.
“I am Sheila, from Tennessee,” she told me.
“I am Caren from Kansas City,” I told her.
“That’s my family behind you,” she told me.
“They are sitting under a vent. It is too cold over there for me.”
I felt cold myself, all of a sudden.
Lies to Our Self
I will be okay.
You, she, we, me, us...
are just fine.
All the time,
we talk too much,
and not enough.
Lose weight,
stop smoking,
no joking...
Screaming at the mirror,
on meth, how dare them?
Gathering in my bathroom,
to sing, loudly, obnoxiously,
until the New Day, is old,
again.
The truth,
a story of our own making,
to fit the need of our less than...
ability to make it down the road of life,
without crashing from side to side.
The law,
of accountability, diminished by social war,
terrorism come to live among us,
in a time that living for God,
can get you killed.
When has that ever,
not been the case.
Those without a forever,
long to destroy those that have one,
in an combined will to choose,
suffering for all,
the right motivation,
to commit sin,
in the name of acceptance.
The media, and news,
"ganda" again, the same as before. (propaganda)
There is a knock at the door,
hit the floor,
they have come to take,
the stake from my heart,
and carve the rest into meat,
for the animals, unseen by those...
blind by color and Light.
No fear,
I cheer,
it is the New Year,
I peer into the darkness...
with a flash light.