Long Schoolchildren Poems

HIROSHIMA
I remember it well, that first day in Hell
             So long ago, I know

As the sirens sounded our Yankee foe
Decided that now his...

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When Pigs Fly
by Michael R. Burch

On the Trail of Tears,
my Cherokee brothers,
why hang your heads?
Why shame your mothers?
Laugh wildly instead!
We will soon be dead.

When we lie in our graves,
let the white-eyes take
the woodlands we loved
for...

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There are too many times when my eyes open and it’s still dark.

It’s useless to think that I’ll go back to sleep, and it’s no good at all to lay in bed and watch the...

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Kind and nice lady,
We are not eternal,
Not you, not me, not them,
Hurry to love me,

Marie Gaëlle,
We are not eternal,
Not you, not me, not them
Hurry to think about it,

Little mom,
We are not eternal,
Not you, not me,...

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i read and hear online the words 
from the other side of the world, 
the bearded angst and deeply rutted face 
of a soul with far, far too much 
sorrow to carry.

my eyes well, as...

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Football how safe is it to play?

By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet



The following poem was inspired by news recently that schoolchildren and even professional footballers could become injured...

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.. continued 


Flag-lowering is a daily observance at the Wagah Border, open to the public this day.

 On our view of the gate:

   l --- Bharat ------------------------------------------------- India --- l

A crowd gathers on...

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pig >This poem was written on 4 July 2016 in a new notebook.  I purchased from a charity shop.  It’s bright pink in colour.  Not exactly my shade. lol.  This title...

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The new strategy schoolchildren are learning is called ‘find your voice’.
Amazing to me, as I think many of them have definitely already found theirs.
When I was a school child, we were not encouraged to find...

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The innocent souls. The little angels flown away. The dedicated. Perished.  

Agonising. Touching. Demanding answers. A town held in the grip of
 unfathomable mourning. A world shell-shocked. What next?

Some serious soul-searching .A  real...

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I don’t live in a tent
But in my heart I too occupy
Part of the everyday 99%
Perturbed, precarious nation
Leaders ambivalent and anti compromise

Poor schoolchildren denied
Welfare women restricted
Diminished services for sick and elderly 
“We can’t afford it!
While...

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Good morning, good morning, girls and boys
I hope you brought your Disney toys

Gather round in a circle close
Lets sing about the ones we love the most


Mickey, Mickey, your so cute and small
We love you the...

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claiming to have the poets eye,
that when upon looking at the world,
your vision goes beyond the sky.
to see the formation of clouds,
the birds singing,
the insects disappearing.
sorry, sweetheart, thats no poetry of mine.
i see the loneliness,
the...

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High heels
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

Why do women wear high heeled shoes?
I really do not know.
That’s because I am a man.
And my shoe heels are low.

Is it...

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The town fathers
are long neglected by scavenging vultures,
locked up as they are,
in the wood cabin, we call the town museum.

Inside the shack, there are old tintypes, sepia
photographs and the usual rural relics.
Outside, a small patch...

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The School Bell

I can remember the school bell,
Rising early on an August day.
It chimed half past six,
Beneath the last of summer and its rays.

My love came unbound in its meritorious tale,
Of lines filled of sailors...

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Shimmering in a chilly mist,
skyscrapers overlooking NYC.
August left into September's cooler mornings,
schoolchildren dressed in plaid and Hush Puppies.

In Central Park the leaves are a green-yellow,
squirrels scurry to store acorns.
Pretzel vendors appear as joggers feel
relieved from...

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Tree planting

We, schoolchildren, were sent to a field to plant trees
I was given a handful of samplings and a mall spade
the soil was black and moist early spring cold fingers.
There worms who appeared to dislike...

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at age 5
s/he woke up scared in the
early morning, with a notion
that momma thought should’ve
been more complex for him/her
to fear or understand or
at least come to terms with
at such an early moment in
life---
“i’m going to...

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Still! This Life Is Livable
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Still, there in the lonely high,
By the Persian saint’s ancient shrine,
Goats descend down the rocky mount
Leaping and slipping in the afternoons
Like the happy schoolchildren in that street of new-city 
On their...

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Writing the final chapter…
the bells in the tower ring for me
Once for each phrase unwritten
twice for each grievance atoned 

—as—

“Schoolchildren rise
pulling back the covers on the flowering meadow
Singing my words
blessing the fields as they run...

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Rainy Daze

sitting quietly I watch as the
raindrops reassemble in the
puddle

schoolchildren at recess
awaiting the forming of lines
holding raindrop hands

humming sweetly on the
steaming pavement
erasing schoolyard blacktop

shape changing the oily
rainbow of the bus stop
bottle caps setting sail

in surging...

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Old Glory’s at half-mast today.

I wonder who just passed away?

Was it a hero from some battles past?

A dead leader whose influence lasts?

Were servicemen killed overseas,

Or humanitarians died fighting a disease? 

Seems most of the time...

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Practically nothing is known about you in your time.
You were in the wrong place, a victim of a crime.
Provoked British soldiers opened fire on a crowd.
They had been taunted and jeered with insults quite loud.
This...

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Cupped-hands blessed the first winter snow – 
That tasted like peppermint wind

The pines and aspens share secrets, 
As they whisper what they know

Then, they giggled like schoolchildren 
In the snowy playground – with the red
Brick...

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