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She introduced herself to the staff as their new vice-principal.
It was not the truth,
Not quite a lie yet either.
In truth, she had
Warned the principal
She was after his job.
The principal did not get to choose
His own staff, and human resources
Had hired and sent him this
maladroit interloper in July.
He knew her quite well by the
Time the rest of the staff arrived
In August.
She was rapidly labelled an
unwelcome fussbudget. In
hours the staff knew to stay away from
her in droves, not listening
to her ravings or keen suggestions
for improvement on their inept performances.
Her most confident area, of course was self-confidence.
She had it in oodles and arches,
And she displayed it
With the skill of
a clumsy peacock, holding an exceptionally casual bull horn.
The last they heard her about her, she had complained to HR that her frustration level was through the roof, they were boobs, and she was leaving.
A little celebration good-bye party was held in her honor two weeks after she left
at the principal's house.
Now who forgot to invite her?
Younger Days
By Franklin Price
9/20/2019
When I look back in wonder, to when I was young and bold
And people thirty years of age were all washed up and old,
And as their words of knowledge, approached my thickened head,
My ear drums did beat so loud, to much of what they said.
The school work was too easy, and so often I was bored
Yet the teachers were persistent, and for that I thank the Lord
Homework was so useless and was only for a fool
I did not do a lot of it, was as stubborn as a mule.
The older that I got back then, the more I tempted fate
When I became a senior, I would barely graduate
The year was nineteen-sixty-four, the world was in a mess
I tried to go to college, it did not work, I must confess
I needed more direction, to help me grow in age,
The military offered that, though it wasn't all the rage.
I enlisted in the Air Force, that I never will regret,
Did it on my own volition, did not do it on a bet.
Four years went by quickly, the last in Viet Nam
SOS for breakfast, in MRE's was sometimes spam
Was Air Force educated, the last formal of my life
Had been to war, and married, and divorced from my first wife
Mustered out in Washington, came back to Florida soon
Went to work at KSC, sent the first man to the moon.
The year was nineteen-sixty-nine. It was there I met my wife.
We're married fifty years, this year. She's the best thing in my life.
Could write of all that happened in those many years between,
Of all that I have been through and everything I've seen.
This was about my younger days, this part that I have told,
If there is something I have learned, it's that thirty isn't old
When our neighbor bought our country estate
One where daddy had worked with his might
Cutting down trees to heat the house at night
Where we slept without fright in a peaceful state
A place where we grew a garden without blight
And cows grazed the green pasture gaining weight
Also there was plenty of food upon our plate
And I struggled to do my school work right
Day after day everything was great
One day mom saw my brother the inmate at first light
On the chain gang, and the guard wasn't polite
Mom sent me to give him smokes wrapped lightweight
I hate with this story thoughts of me you'll rewrite
Life hands out hard lessons, seems to culminate
Life goes on steered by ordinary fate
But at times there are lustrous crystals so bright
Back to the beginning, we sold our farm estate
Life lived in peaceful childhood now uptight
Teen years hit, my body, soul, spirit took flight
Our neighbor burned the house, my mind did berate
How could he burn down the house our delight
Even though he bought on the sly at cut rate
Not wanting my dad to know who took the bait
Gone ~ our home, land turned to turkey farm outright
Based on some fact and some fiction...Life in a nutshell!
It was an old run down farm not an estate and we were poverty level only did not know it.
Contest: Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Date written: March o3, 2019
Not sure about enclosed rhyme except that it is suppose to have this scheme:
ABBA....I switched through out to keep it interesting..
Father what a very special name,
but the name daddy is extra special.
The man who was wise said,
always tell the truth and never lie,
be honest with all mankind.
Always act and look like a lady.
Every Saturday I loved going skating.
I rented my skates,
but this week was going to be different.
He came out with a skate box in hand,
he had this all well planned out.
I opened the skate box up, a box filled with love,
My new skates fit like a glove.
Daddy the one who taught me how to ride a bike,
then how to drive a car.
The day my dad handed me the car keys,
he also handed me a coin.
He said,
put this in your shoe and never take it out.
If you need help,
you have this coin to call me at home.
Daddy was my helper with school work.
Guess you might say,
we both graduated that summer night.
On my wedding day you gave me away,
then we danced and laughed all night.
After all you taught me how to dance.
Then I walked away to a new home.
You will always be in my heart,
now gone to heaven but never forgotten.
I think of sunsets I have seen
throughout my many years
from doorsteps where in quiet thought
I've laughed and wiped my tears.
The doorstep is a thinking spot
a place to share my day
with loved ones God has given me,
an altar where I pray.
For children it's a special seat
for rest when school work ends,
where snacks and many laughs are shared
with kindred-spirit friends.
For teens it is a meeting place
where games and dates are planned.
The simple structure serves us all,
according to demand.
Great praise is due life's doorsteps,
both intangible and seen,
and all the portals fore and aft
for all they truly mean.
published in the book Expressions of Faith (Christian Faith Publishing, 2017)
posted 11-7-15
May 2017, placed 5th of ten in Ironic Zinc's Your Personal Favorite Poem Contest
entered in Brian Strand's Mid-June Premier Contest on June 13, 2017
December 27, 2018, entered in Mark Toney's Poetry Marathon, Mile 5
October 13, 2020
Contest Title: Have You Published Poetry Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Have you ever wondered?
Being in an adult blunder
A reason for going to class
Besides the well-known intellectual pass
Is it to learn the alphabet?
Addition subtraction you may get
Going to the swing set for fun
After morning school work is done
Lessons get tougher
Recesses physical education play is rougher
Dissect a frog
Read the Odyssey Greek log
Experience another language like English Shakespeare
Experimenting wiping your first ‘in love’ tear
Relationships come along
Figuring out who is really in the wrong
Respecting alternative lives
Not giving a bother to the neighbors who are two husbands or wives
Going off to a higher level
Where some are angels others are devils
Sharing dorm rooms
Walking back from the library under the moon
Having a serious set back
And a fraternity support with a paddy whack
Sorority sisters are all right
Waiting for a passionate slobbery bite
Four years later you turn your tassel
Return to Mom and Dad’s castle
Food on the table
Free cable
First job
Is an easy lob
Getting a start
Pushing the mail cart
Reality has no happy hour
Invited to the executive lounge to be introduced to power
Boss gets nailed
You end up in jail
Who pays the bail?
Parents docking from a vacation sail
Life is cruel
Is the golden rule
Stay independent
Avoid resentment
Enjoy the short time here
By passing another six pack of Corona Beer
New semester.
Did my courses run?
Oh yeah, but too many.
Work on my syllabi.
I promise I won’t cry.
The night before class.
I pace the kitchen.
Sending prayers up.
Are you listening;
Please make my students be nice.
Calling my friends for advice.
First day of class.
Please impress them.
Some activity.
Get to know them.
At night memorize their names.
Two students named the same. (Always)
Long semesters.
Trudge across campuses.
In the rain and snow.
Am I at the right school-do you know?
My Google Assistant gave up long ago.
End of semester.
All my students cry.
I break my promise.
I let them see me cry.
We will be friends for a long time.
New semester.
Did my courses run? …
I hated all those lessons and rules
Playing sports in the cold and the rain
Exams, tests and essays in schools
l won’t need this stuff in my brain
It’s a waste of my time, it's just lame.
I am leaving school in just one week
No more boredom and tectonic plates
A good job, with some training I seek
Will I miss going to school with my mates
I wonder now what my future awaits
An interview can be a terrifying thing
He said, “Why not a single GCSE?”
“To this role, what do you bring?!”
Five years, I had nothing to please
Seven interviews and now, great unease.
Starting work at eight in the morning
Not what I imagined it would be.
Mucking out sheds, won't be that boring
I look back now, and my errors I see
Will my mates have careers, unlike me?
Now I do the same things every day
I miss school, and my mates, I’m sad
In the cold and the rain, I now dismay
and think of the opportunities that I had
To waste all that time… “was I mad?!”
If only I'd concentrated on school
Had fun, but tried when it mattered
If only I could have followed their rule.
All that knowledge I could have gathered
My dreams and future are they shattered?
Being Young
What is "young"......do what you want
regardless of what others think .....
Young....."wise", inexperienced and a lot to learn
Not sure or absolutely certain
No duties and no considerations to take,
just think of the day
Free as a bird, spread their wings and fly where you want
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
Spending the day with good friends, sleeping under the stars
Not sure or absolutely certain
Today`s young people are not so simple,
there are liabilities - they have to go to schools
to keep up with modern society
School, work, homework and have time to social gatherings
They are not free as a birds, they can not fly where they want
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
For those who are young at age
Being young, young in body and soul
It`s never too late.....Fly Where You Want.....Fly...
Have a wonderful day
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
24. June 2012
A-L Andresen :)
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Iambic pentameter is all about the syllables, which ones are loud, and which ones are soft.
Baboon has two sounds – ba, and boon, a soft sound, and then a loud sound. High school also has two syllables, or two sounds. High and School also has two sounds, but the rhythm is loud sound, soft sound. The phrase: A baboon teaches at the high school has how many syllables? If you do not know, you can easily clap it out. With each sound, do one clap. A (one clap or one sound) baboon (two claps or two sounds), teaches (2 claps or two sounds) at (one clap or one syllable or one sound), the (one clap or one syllable or one sound), high (one clap or one syllable) school (one clap or one syllable or one sound).
The phrase A baboon teaches at the high school has a total of 10 sounds or 10 syllables or 10 claps.
Let us look at the word baboon again. Baboon - a soft sound, then a loud sound, or a soft syllable, and then a loud syllable, right? What about the word high school? Which syllable is soft? Which syllable is loud? The loud syllable is the first one, because that is the one your voice puts the most emphasis on.
Consequently, the word high school has a loud syllable, soft syllable rhythm.
When poets speak of iambic pentameter they are speaking of a five-in-a-row rhythm of soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud sounds. It is important to remember there are five of them, and they must be soft loud, not loud soft sounds. Would high school work in this rhythm? Not well as it is a loud soft sound. What about the word baboon would it work in iambic pentameter – soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud, soft loud? Five in a row? Yes, it would because baboon is a soft loud word. Baboon, baboon, baboon, baboon, baboon. It might be possible to instill the word baboon in your mind now, so when you are writing iambic pentameter you can remember that baboon would work and the cadence is soft, loud. Also please remember to write iambic pentameter it must be five in a row.
A baboon teaches at the high school.
She has never heard of the golden rule.
Her students make fun of her behind her back.
Her lunch they have blown up in a paper sack.
We were supposed to go on a field trip today,
But the only one who signed up was that suck up, Mae.
Written July 16, 2018
Entered Line Gauthier’s Poetry Contest
Contest: Reads Like Music