Long Prom Poems
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Applications are done
Relaxing under the sun
High School tassels distant memory
Senior prom night issues buried
New relationships are the present worry
Bringing stress with the luggage they carry
Acceptance letter was received
From number one school ‘would you believe?’
Leaving the state
New adventures a wait
Sounding exciting and great
Yesterday was above the rest
Today going back having to impress
University colors are the dress code
As it was told
Touring the campus trying to get it sold
Specific lure was a certain school
Program of study academically cool
Selected a major months ago
It was in coming student thinking what they know
First week starts before Labor Day
Then a long weekend ‘now determined to stay’
Courses scheduled and made
Calculating possible grade
Hoping it was a good trade
Since the credit card used when paid
Car is fully packed
Even the roof has tied down laundry sack
Not one more thing can fit
Only free space where the driver sits
Key turn start the engine
Four year commitment firm decision
All this to get an entrepreneur salary position
Or is it a place to mature
Adulthood knocking on the door
Whispering in the ear ‘are you sure?’
About the curriculum core
All it takes knowing oneself
Socializing positive and in good health
Navigating through honesty and wealth
Books are armor for a power strut
Realizing with others ‘you know what?’
Walking away
One thing to say
Reminding upperclassman ‘you graduate in May’
College is the time
Challenge the mind
And in the end a well-educated person is the find
Listening to the pomp and circumstance chime
Don't forget to zip your zipper.
Said thee old whipper snapper.
Life's too short, so be a good sport.
While we head to a resort.
After the high school prom tonight.
We can make whoopee, under a pine tree.
After I take you by the hand.
Then we'll see buckets of golden nuggets,
flowers and daffodils.
The we'll see puppets, all playing their trumpets,
very load and strong from the band.
So don't forget to zip your zipper.
Said thee old whipper snapper.
Life's too short, so give me all your support.
Before we head to a resort.
And before, we make love in the ocean sand..
Zip Your Zipper Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2010,2014..
All rights reserved
Do you ever feel like the world's a tuxedo
And you're a pair of brown shoes?
Have you ever felt you had two left feet?
Or the ship's already left for the cruise?
Please take heart, we've all been afflicted
At one time or another in our lives
There are those who appear a lot worse off
They forget to wear pants when they drive
There ain't no cure for this strange affliction
Embarrassing as hell, heaven knows
Walking across the floor at the prom
With your dress tucked up in your hose
Out for a walk, met my cranky old boss
He was taking his dog for a stroll
Chatted and then after saying good luck
Turned and smacked into a pole
Or when you attend a Halloween party
You're the only one dressed up in the room
Then you realize it was a black tie affair
But you're dressed like a pregnant baboon
Just dig a deep hole and climb down inside
Hope nobody notices you're gone
Don't come out until four in the morning
Slink home by the first light of dawn
© Jack Ellison 2012
I hadn’t seen her in over twenty years,
but I knew her face on sight;
I should have asked her to the senior prom -
instead, we both stayed home that night.
High school friends who never went on a date
because I was too afraid to ask her out;
In retrospect, the signs were there,
but I harbored a young man’s doubt.
Now, with two decades left behind us,
in a foreign land far away,
I stumbled upon my old high school crush
not knowing just what to say.
She was quite surprised to see me -
coincidences had put us there.
She was a successful corporate lawyer;
I was travelling without a care.
We shared pictures of our children;
Told snippets about our life;
Her husband was back in America;
I had just divorced my wife.
The bartender made his last call;
Nostalgic smiles were on our face;
We kissed and hugged goodbye again
as I quickly got out of that place.
I was glad to have gotten to see her,
though it made me feel inept again;
I wondered if we would have made good lovers
or if it were best kept just as friends.
She was in my thoughts as I wandered
around Europe with my back pack;
I promised that I would look her up again
in three months when I got back.
I read about her on the Internet
and cried when I saw the story;
She had died in an auto accident -
leaving behind her girl and boy.
It happened one week after
our chance meeting in that bar;
They said an old high school year book
was found with her in the car.
Her letter was in the pile of mail
waiting for me when I got home;
She wrote she was glad to see me -
on that trip she felt so alone.
She admitted to having a crush on me
back in our high school days;
She kept waiting for me to ask her out
until we went our separate ways.
She thanked me for keeping it casual
in the bar that fateful night;
She probably would have gone back to my room
and she knew that wouldn’t be right.
She asked me to remember her
but not to try to get in touch;
She’d rather me stay a memory
than get to know me a little too much.
I visited her in the graveyard
one day in the early spring,
and left a prom corsage there
as my final offering.
A Fictional Tale
margin drops--
boxes of gifts pageantry
evening dawns nighty
drive on interstate
walking crossed some streets
telescopic lenses…
video lens trying see
stars in the skies
midnight dance prom
high school brawl
football team wins
game on
finished 1st place
weekend lounge
automobile accident crashes
smash
10/6/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. & Michael Block 2023©
The evil stepmother, hostile attitude
Spiders feed their children with their own blood
She hated her stepdaughter, who was lovely and caring
Love does not flow through breast milk or blood
Dreams were shattered
The prince was getting married, everyone was invited
Stepdaughter was put to work, poor thing
We all remember how this ended
- the sweetness of a budding love
A fairy with a magic wand
a prom dress and glass shoes ... "swish"
My first taste of love
Seemed so bittersweet
It was like entering Heaven
Each time that we'd meet
Her beauty angelic
She only lacked wings
Ann in the middle
Her Irish eyes gleamed
I'm no angel named Michael
You in your own way a con
For stealing my heart
Then we went to prom
Then came the hell
When you went away
Your forces aimed high
I died some that day
We took different paths
In each of our lives
And on 7-7-97
I was to make you my wife
Yet the day never came
It wasn't to be
I would have given my all
And gave all of me
You'll always be special
For you were my first
I give thanks for your love
During my time on earth
You made me a man
In more than one way
You'll be the regret that I carry
Till my dying day
Adamant Face
My mother used to say with an adamant face, "There is a place for everything and for everything a place!”
My goodness, this house is a total disgrace"
So every Tuesday at quarter past 4:OO
each person in our family had the same chore,
to straighten the house and pick up the floor.
We all sighed, then one replied,
“Where do we put things?”
“Where do they go?”
"Where did they come from?"
"We don’t know!”
"Just put things back in their original home.
"Whatever you do, don’t let them roam"
If you don’t know what it's called,
where to put it,
or what it does,
or you can’t throw it out or know it’s name because,
it doesn’t have a match or
there is a piece detached ;
then don’t give up, just keep your chin up.
Leave nothing astray, but please be done by the end of the day"
"There is a place for everything and for everything a place" she reminded us with her adamant face.
Our cleaning began, and what did we find ?
Interesting things of every kind.
Two birthday candles from my cake years ago, rusted nail clippers that trimmed my big toe.
A broken pencil with a very dull end, and a thank you card I forgot to send.
A soy sauce packet stuck to a fork, from a take out order of moo shoo pork.
A spool of thread, the color red, when I sewed my clumsy thumb instead!
Grandpa’s glasses missing one lens
My sister’s retainer
And 2 leaky pens
A postal stamp
A bread bag clip
The top to my mother’s pink lipstick.
A germy cold lozenge when I had the flu.
A dirty lace from a tennis shoe.
Three receipts from CVS.
A zipper from an old prom dress.
Soon we finished, and one replied,
“Our cleaning is done, we picked up the floor,
No longer a disgrace anymore!"
"We put things back in their original home,
where they belonged and could not roam”
“Mother, that place was the kitchen drawer!"
Our job is done, say no more!
We who are pink shoes
we always have real fun,
always walking, walking prose ...
parading, parading ... with humor
Constantly we walk so quiet
for walking so much tiredness!
but we gladly adorn fairy feet
we don't complain of boredness ..
We put on our feet and show
elegant body set in glow
we are who carry it
to the prom and sample fair.
We flirt with black shoes
cute but unfaithful companions
oh for tragedy they live all day
silent and stuck to claims ..
They are not smart..what failure
poor guys nor for flirting
bureaucrats they risible faces
all outmoded, tied to shoelaces ...!
The den in the hollow at daybreak
Ripped by the hooting owl
The owl's very last chance to hoot
And be on his nightime prowl
Liquid apricot jam now coats
Pale gray of morn's spring sky
Churned earth there from the accident
Thoughts turn to why, why, why
Could it have been prevented
Maybe a slow down and live
Only God knows the answers
And to me he chooses not to give
A bad accident in front of my home
on Saturday afternoon..It was prom
night for the high school here and
a mother was taking her daughter
to get pictures made..She ran off
the road and lost control of her car.
Both suffered injuries severe enough
to be transported to hospitals out of town.