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Today I was out side, when I found an empty birds nest. As I held the woven nest of twigs, I knew just how that mama bird felt. I too had an empty nest, my little one had also flown far away. To a new town to a new school, but what could I do. I was happy for my little one,
yet sad for me being all alone. It took time to adjust to life, no more homework and running around. Life was back to the two of us, the way it all started. Started many years ago, more time for the two of us to enjoy. Life is always changing, we need to make changes. I think about that little mama bird, in many ways we are both the same.
The images plucked from a full soft drive like over blown berries
threatening to fall……blasted to the humus. Swing chains creak.
The high-backed, heart carved, chalk white, front porch swing sways;
to the kicking of your feet. Beside me, you sit in spankin’ new school clothes singing.
Together wrapped like pretzel dough, we warble, annoying the sparrows.
The bumble bee yellow and black stripped school bus is late.
The dreamy cottage bungalows’ screen porch perches like a tree house ledge
over the four story drop off. Hundred year old sentinel pines tower still above us,
limbs house hug. The occasional cone drop ricochets down the trunk
to a soft needle landing, and a bouncing roll before falling off the retaining wall
We own the world. King and Queen of the Mountain are we. I sing “Ducky Duddle” to you.
You laugh. All the joy in the world in such a small sound. Oh, how I loved to make you happy.
Two short years before, even your name was new to you..my boy, Jamie.
~~~Second Grade Terrorists~~~
Chicago Public Schools
I graduated in January, happy as a lark!
I was able to enlighten young ones, no longer would
they have to live in the dark!
With my little blue Fiat, as sweet as candy,
I drove to a Chicago hood, to launch my life as a teacher,
I knew it would be just dandy.
Fate had other plans for me though!
These second graders had seven teachers prior to me.
whom they turned into playdough.
Such cute little boys and girls, I mistakemly thought!
But once the principal left, all manner of mischief they
sought.
Their favorite habit, if I recall, was sneaking out of their
chairs.
To show off their talents extraordinaire, writing pornographic
words on the blackboards with a flair!
Another was causing fights in a totally quiet class,
By mumbling to another~"Yo Momma, got a big _ss!"
Stealing another's pencil turned the room upside down,
Desks turned over, flying debris, I remember that class
With intense perfidy.
I was able to get assigned in two months to another
school.
Yes, in the hood but in this school the principal was
tough as nails, and never allowed any teacher to be
made a fool.
My days at the new school were fun and very pleasant,
I loved my years there.
Teaching was fulfilling now and hardly a bear.
In memory of Yakir W. Korey- CPS Principal. The Best!
Who saw the potential in each new teacher and was a
support, mentor, but never a critic! Thank you!
Panagiota Romios
5/2/2019
2:30pm PST
Laura Tonon was her name, at the new school my only true friend per se
Astonishingly she’d taken to me, offered to help with my English every day
Unwavering was her big confident smile, even taught me a bit of Italian astray
Rich, she had two of the handsomest brothers, Carlos and Diego who played croquet
Although only in grade five, she amazed me with a poem she’d written one day
DIEGO
In deep concentration
He sat there,
Pondering.
His brows wrinkled
Like waves rolling across the sea
In slow rhythm.
From his lungs, the breath
Came and went,
Escaped and entered.
How I envy him
Endowed with the gift of patience.
-Laura Tonon 1974
Thinking back, it was my first introduction to the power of poetry
Obviously I was impressed, truly amazed and I got hooked instantly
Needed to learn to walk before I run, so worked on improving my vocabulary
Only a few years later t’was when I took to the pen inspired by my mentor’s memory
Nothing I’d love more than to meet up again with the old soul in that little prodigy
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Nu-Jack Kerouac/Tony Adamo 2010
Miles, Monk, Bird, Dizzy Gillespie & Train
Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsburg, Mingus and the Duke/
Wrote Music books and poetry that had the power to change our musical written word/
They walked the walk baby and be-boped the talked/
Miles , Monk they dreamt in jazz time
(BRIDGE)
You got Ta be kool Nu-jack Kerouac
You got to be right with jack n’ jazz
You can see the light man it’s soo damn hip
To be where it’s at such a poet’s trip
Nine Miles of jazz blue’s
Jazz starts with a bite of kool
Turn around into a new sound/
You’ll be strutin’ the fellin’ baby/
Into a soul Funkin It’s a new thing
It’s somethin’ else man you know what I’m talkin bout/
Night trippin day dreamin’ Ohhh baby/
Let’s get down with it/
(Solo)
(BRIDGE)
You got Ta be kool Nu-jack Kerouac
You got ta be right with jack n’ jazz
You can see the light man it’s sooo damn hip
To be where it’s at such a poet’s trip
Nine Miles of jazz groove
Jazz starts with a bite of kool man all right
Let’s don’t forget Dex, the Pres, Ella, Sweet Pea/
They gave birth to a whole new school in a jazz o’ frame of mind/
That’s what I’m talkin bout/
You got Ta be kool Nu-jack Kerouac/Vamp out
From Tony Adamo’s Miles of Blu CD
The wonderfully designed expensive high school.
She approached with a graceful apprehension.
The teens there on that rich autumn day,had grown up
together.
But, she..from the big city?
Not welcomed to this suburban nation.
They stood in groups with almost familial jocularity.
Not she, who wanted to run as she had no popularity.
.................Poor little lamb!...................
What teen has not experienced feeling out of place!
It took her quite awhile to grow past being shy.
And she developed her own special friends by and by.
In all groups, the story seems sadly the same.
It's run by leaders, sometimes with arrogance
What a shame!
In life, she gets to relive high school all over again!
March 18, 2020
2pm PsT
September sashays in with cooler air,
new school year, shorter days, an early frost,
fall sports, cookouts on Labor Day, street fairs,
trips to the beach before the chance is lost.
From summer into autumn, we have crossed.
On the eleventh, time is set aside
for ceremonies honoring the throng
who died when wickedness personified
attacked, but our great land has proven strong—
enduring theme of movie, book, and song.
The lists of books, movies, and songs inspired by 9/11
are long and still increasing.
September 15, 2021
entered in the Hello, September Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Tired parents and their children pack their things
cramming buckets,balls and spades into the car
heading back home with souvenirs they bring
some postcards and a starfish in a jar.
On cue the tide comes in, with gulls in tow
erasing traces of the summer fun
with every wave sandcastles slowly go,
shadows diminish with the setting sun .
In silence, thoughts turn to the months ahead,
new school or back again to daily grind
the rush to dress the kids and get them fed,
all thoughts of that long summer left behind.
Ship's bell swings in the wind beside the pier
across deserted beach, sounds the all clear.
29th August 2016
I had heard about it.
Then I saw it being built on the burial ground
of a field I had many times
played war upon.
Between noon and sundown,
the concrete arose;
an ashen boned jaw
riveted to the skyline.
I still looked to the green field
where, as Custer
I had made my 'last stands'.
I dreamed once that I was a dog,
just a pup,
chained to the school's bicycle rails.
Inside the new school
teachers screeched through split nails.
When they installed the glass
and painted the new building,
a too quiet foreboding came my way.
I knew that the arrow in my eye
was going to be pushed
a lot further in one day.
Everything changes right before my eyes
Just leave me be for a time…go hang out with your buddies
I wish there was a prescription for my type of depression
The aching sensation churned in my stomach…
I was about to vomit…and I reminded myself that I wasn’t alone
But, God is looking after me
There’s something really wrong with me
I seemed to be in a phase of depression
Isolated in a new school I call “home”
The lights are off
And I have no vanity in my heart
I haven’t cried since a few months ago
I sometimes get so perturbed
I don’t have to feel sorry for myself
I know that God will fight my battles…
But I got to put a stop to my bad habits...
I need to stop throwing my tantrums…my childish fits
I just got to fight
Even though I have many fears that corrupt my mind
I got to keep driving that road of recovery
God, save me from my unsatisfying misery…
I promise I’ll clean up my debris…if only He could shed some glee
And allow my mind to rest on a comforting pillow
I feel so alone,
But I know my friends from school are concerned about me
God has set me free…
And apprehension zips past my mind
I’m like a blind crossing the street, not knowing where he is going
And still, I type out these words…
Soon, they’ll be meaningless
Soon, He’ll pull me out of the abyss
I prayed to Him for some guidance
I was haunted by untraceable voices in my head
And now…I’m blinded by the light and I kiss dread
I see familiar faces glance at me
I forget their names…but I wave at them
But, I won’t let my downfalls tear me down
I won’t let myself shred into useless shards
I wish I could grow wings and fly away
The day is gone; the night has captured my eyesight
I have no clue why I have the hearts for the night…
There’s absolutely no reason to feel the showers of anguish
But, I would like to request a special wish