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The art substitute teacher kicked ten of the seventeen sixth graders out.
The principal was beside herself. She brought four of them to me.
Could you play a game with them or something?
These four were not kicked out.
They are usually such clowns, the teacher didn’t even “try them” with a sub.
I played three or four games with them. We had a lot of fun.
So much fun they brought me two more sixth graders.
During this game playing one of them informed me of this:
“We plan to get kicked out of music on Friday so we can come back.”
Friday might be a problem. We are using the library today.
Because the librarian only comes on Thursday and Friday.
Obviously, we cannot use it on these days.
My office only fits about two people, me and a pencil.
I rack my brain trying to figure out how I can fix this.
He was tall,
dark & handsome!
I was ready
to pay him a ransom!
I fell for
his rookie charm,
All I wanted
was to hold his arm!
So I approached him
with fear in my mind,
To my surprise,
he was super kind!
But I failed in my attempts
to recognize him then!
Why do I meet guys like him
over & over again???!!!
Sex was the only
thing that he wanted!
The lack of love in his words
made me feel unwanted!
I promise I won’t fall
for a guy again!
Before doing so,
I will surely rack my brain!
Dedicated With Love To: You Know Who
Note: This poem has been written from a girl's perspective.
As I sat on the couch in the living room,
I began to think about life and how it
goes by in a flash.
And what would I do if death came
knocking right then and there.
Had I made amends with the creator?
Am I a woman of integrity? Would I
plead for my life and beg for more time?
Did I have any regrets? Did I live my life
to the fullest? Did I rebuild the bridges
that I’ve burned?
I realized at that very moment that I
fell short. I haven’t lived my life to
the fullest; I haven’t lead a noble and
just live. Death is an appointment that
I can't cancel. I started to rack my brain,
wondering what to do; as the tears
began to flow, I thought, about how
unpredictable life is? It takes many turns.
Each day we live, we are close to death.
In an instance, my answer came through
my tears.
I had gotten a breakthrough.
As long as I have life in me, I must focus
on the things that matter most. Live each
day as though it was my last, aim to live
a life free of regrets.
4-29-2021
Time passes,
I look in retrospect
on a life petering out.
Memories rack my brain,
there under the pine tree
we stand embraced
in perfect harmony,
our names chiselled
on the tree's trunk,
our love in unison
our passion fulfilled.
Time passes
like the monotonous tick tock
of an old wall clock
rigorous and unrelenting
obdurate and harsh.
Our feelings are chiselled
in a book of love.
Life's a continuum,
like a smooth sand dune
until some heavy breeze
ruffles the surface,
then the calm and back
to the velvety smoothness
of our devotion and love.
Time passes,
steadily and pitiless,
sharing, dividing, consolidating
all that we had construed,
until my last entry is there:
rest in peace my sweet.
Soon we'll be together again
as I wane and wither;
soon our names will be chiselled
on a flat cold stone
soon I'll rest too
forever with my love.