Long School principal Poems

Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Ah... methinks legal tender 
could be a boon to help me bolster 
mein kampf with necessary material equipage,
which prospect to acquire essential 
commodities sabotaged 
at the altar of...

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He walks around with his nose pointing upward in the air
With calculating eyes that are so fearful, mouth moving from side to side and a tongue that keeps twisting around the things that are profound....

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My father died prematurely while away on 
a business trip from a rogue blood clot to the heart  
I never doubted he loved me, would have liked me, 
(not the same thing), adult to...

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Busy month my family very sunny here in Lakeland during covid July 1st  2020 filled with plans for the 4th of July and celebrating my husband and I wedding anniversary my granddaughter loved baking...

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Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Castaway stranded on figurative 
deserted island pitted with absolute 
zero salvation, sole recourse 
finds scant consolation with prayer 
lifetime atheist draws futile faith 
within himself grudgingly accepting

feeble accomplishments...

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Watching Beth interact with her Kindergarten class mates was precious to watch. Beth was a lovely little girl with big brown eyes, who was very affectionate.
 One afternoon, the school principal, called Beth's mom and...

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The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a...

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I faced alarming paradoxes
as I headed toward puberty.

First,
my King James Bible-belting parents,
extended family,
and all-hopelessly-WHITE farm community
taught me

God loves me
and all the children,
red and yellow,
and black almost as much as white.

That felt good
but then I learned...

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Of all the things that I have lost
Perhaps what hurts the most
Is that I can no longer go
to where I once called home...

I cannot roam with childish glee
Down through the leafy grove
Nor play with snowballs,...

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Expectantly and nervously
I sought an empty chair.
Cousins I hadn’t seen for years
Were already gathered there.

We had come to hear the reading
Of Great Aunt Katie’s final will.
She had been left a wealthy widow 
By my mama’s...

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Unwritten absence, 
Does silence speak? 
Does silence fix problems? 
A person who wants to conceive a good thought 
He " she" can find a quiet place for meditation.
When it comes to ill-treated people ...
speaking out...

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The Most Cruel Disease

By Elton Camp

Len Mosley was quite a man in his day
Little bad about him could anyone say

The life he lived was anyone’s dream
He had everything in life, it did seem

Happy and alert...

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How safe can your world possibly be 
when even the school principal lines you up a couple of inches from a cinder-block wall 
and punches you in the chest against the wall as he questions...

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I have pictures on top of pictures on top of pictures on my bulletin board.
They are from children, and they never get taken down, they get stapled over.
It is a haphazard, happy pattern, and I...

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Standing at back of cafeteria during youth basketball awards ceremony
This is my community.
"What you do may not seem important but it is very important that you
      do it."

The men and...

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(Veterans Day 2009)

Side by side, they stood at attention,
facing the American flag, 
former Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, and Marines.
Not one muscle twitched, nor eye blinked
as the 3rd Grader stepped to the microphone.

"Because of you, I am...

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Her calender was packed
She had so much to do
Had been valedictorian
Damn proud of it, too.

The world was her oyster 
Grabbed the bull by the horns
Her drive and her intellect
Brought her accolades galore.

I met her post...

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