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Can you recall being in school?
The clock, whose hands, never seemed to move!
The scent of fresh pencil shavings, m-m-m.
A box of new crayons to not only open, but to smell.
The desks we had, actually had inkwells, we used fountain
pens.
Add the beauty of a fresh notebook on which to write.
Learning to use a ruler, what glorious fun.
Some of us really learned to read the "Dick and Jane" series.
We actually had a real Christmas tree~ ah, that scent of
childhood's sparkling magnificence.
Our wide-eyed innocence~
And yes, we could sing of Jesus and angels.
His presence was allowed to swell our souls with hope and joy.
We had no idiotic questions, such as are you a girl or a boy?
No girl ever got pregnant, there was such a thing as chastity.
Who ever heard of murdering a baby?
Thankfully....not in my day, not me.
I give thanks for these simpler times.
I don't know how children can grow up sane anymore.
When morality is trashed and relativity is forever praised
and knocking at their childhood's door.
February 2, 2020
3pm PST
I was named 'kashinath' by grandfather,
but from very schooldays to colleges
and throughout my life's different stages,
my name was trimmed to 'kashi' by others!
It is a very old name in India,
my friends used to tease me over the same
and I once even thought to change this old name,
but my father liked this name of Lord Shiva.
"My dear son,what is in a name?
one may call the gold as silver
but you know gold will be gold for ever."
Father used to tell me this very often.
Let me explain what 'kashinath' means here,
'Nath' is the 'King' in our language,
'Kashi' is a place of Hindu pilgrimage,
an ancient temple of Lord Shiva(kashinath) stands there.
To end the poem I must inform all soupers,
I have been trimmed to'KASH' very recent
all of you can use this name in comments,
as it is going to be a time saver!!
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Placement:4th; (February 2011)
Contest:What's in a name?
Sponsor:Linda-Marie The SweetHeart
By:kashinath karmakar (21st Feb.2011)
In my schooldays I had a stream to sit on its bank in cool air
Tender fingers moving in my hair with grace in the form fair
As I grew up the stream disappeared in order to make room
For the needs of her moving times with new stems and bloom
The other day an elderly lady called at my office with her team
At first I was taken aback and then kept looking at the stream
The same sparkle a little diffused in the eyes still lingers
In my bald head I felt restlessness for the reassuring fingers
For some moments I was focused on my memory shred
Moist eyes looking in her face and blossom in purple and red
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May 21, 2016
For: Last Line Prompt – 2 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Mirror of memories
As he stands by me,
wonder if he is the one?
my first love ?
Subtle emotions of schooldays, classroom,
Those moments
of togetherness in canteen,
For one cup of coffee,
teasings and laughter,
I remember everything ....
But for the missing person,
Is he the one ?
Tears roll down
as he kisses my cheek,
Emotions outburst
I thank him for being with me,
His passionate looks
and I find him helpless,
Is something wrong with me that he knows ?
I dare not ask him
and reciprocate a kiss,
Probably a blackout
some faded memories,
Trust not erased ?
I maybe tired or sleepless,
but sure will be able to recall and cherish,
Some of his images ....
that I once embraced,
Just for once..,
I again close my eyes tight,
hold my warm breaths that mist
the mirror of my memories,
For one last search within myself
in my head and my soul !
Written Nov 20th, 2015
For contest "Alzheimer's"
Sponsor- Tammy reams
Awarded HM
Schooldays sweethearts, they grew through their teens
Enjoying life together living their young scenes
He knew there would be a day to complete their task
He went down on one knee, he'd a question to ask
My darling Elaine will you please marry me
I want to be with you for all eternity
Their day arrives inside the church he awaits
A silver Rolls Royce arrives at the gates
Out steps a lassie in splendid bridal gown
Sparkling in white with her diamond tiara crown
The music plays as she walks down the aisle
So gorgeous and radiant as we await her smile
She lifts her veil as she faces her husband to be
As we await their vows for the whole church to see
The words we have waited for are beautifully said
I do to each other as now they are wed
The reception awaits and the cutting off the cake
As they share a kiss remembering their first date
Jackie Hall was very very tall
But I was very very small
I’d shrink back in the shadows for fear of being seen
Because Jackie and her gang were very very mean.
My only time of sanctuary was when I heard the bell
I’d dash out of the classroom, and then I’d run like hell
No one at home knew what was going on
But all my confidence and sparkle well that had all but gone
Then one day a teacher – Mr Perry – cottoned on
He asked me what was happening and from that day the sun shone
The bullying and teasing was stopped immediately
I was overjoyed and as happy as can be
Back then when I was at school there was little support
In schools now anti bullying lessons are taught
So speak out – tell someone and have your say
Please don’t let the bullies ruin another day
J Allison
26th February 2014
And they tell you 'schooldays are the happiest days of your life' I beg to differ!
"Roll on tonight my mates are coming round
For a few cold beers and some rocking sounds
Time is drawing near, as I hear a knock at the door
Blimey! at this time of the night, a vacuum salesmen stands before"
"Hey pal make it quick, I have a party to host
Tell me your pitch, now disappear your a ghost
The best place for them is in the lunar craters
Sucking on Listerine soaked tissues, singing, "see you later alligator"
"Another knock on the door, and I'm pleasantly surprised
All my intended buddies on my doorstep, the parties arrived
For a night of drifting, ending with earache and pain
Entering wormholes of insomnia, no pain no gain"
"Our party is going to be like a cool Rock 'n' Roll gig
Beers flowing a plenty, this ain't no highland jig
We start with Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention
Best friends and myself, our schooldays convention"
"This is no wine and dine as Dire Straits play
The "Sultans of Swing" sounds excellent any day
Next we play Deep Purple, listening to Jon Lord's Hammond sounds
Music is our medicine in six speaker surround"
"In between sounds to the kitchen we head
Tid-bits and more beers to keep our gig well fed
We sample some Grunge Metal listening to Nuclear Waste
But once again Classic Rocks rules, as Grunge is not our taste"
"For the next couple of ours it's like The Monsters of Rock
AC/DC and UFO, the Rock never stops
We air guitar to "Whole Lotta Rosie"
Wearing spandex boxer shorts, one of us drumming like Cozy"
"We all awake in the morning, some with sore heads
But it was never a night that we were ever going to dread
It was a bunch of guys who met whilst at school
Who released their friendly energy, like fools but really cool"
"Tom, I never knew you, but I thank Catie for this
Writing this poem, just fills me with bliss
I know you will be busy, but if you happen to look down
Give our convention a shout, join our Rock n Roll clowns"
My tribute to Mr Tom Bell, so many people spoke about him.
Reading what they said, I only wish I knew him.
As I cleared out an old cupboard today
Memories appeared from every nook and cranny
My old Red Peddle Car I had when I was six
Which was given to me by my old Nannie
Was still in working order with all its parts
Memories came flooding back
Many an hour was spent playing and riding about
Together with my best young friend Jack
My old Teddy Bear Wilfred was still in good condition
Together we had spent many a happy hours of wear and tear
And my old football boots were still there as well
Along with the Shirt and Shorts I used to wear
Childhood Memories came flooding back
Which brought a tear to my eye
Of wondrous days spent playing with my old friends
On days long since having passed me by
An old school Satchel was still intact
Though now empty and a bit worse for wear
Which brought memories flooding back
Of my schooldays and my best mates there
Now it looked like me all battered and worn
I remember I was five years or six old
And my clothes were tattered and torn
Life was harder then, than it is now
You made do with what you had
It was stitch and mend when it was needed
Always repaired by Mum or Dad
My cupboard hand many more secrets to reveal
I spent all day with my memories
My old collie dog Caliban’s collar was still there
Many a hour we spent together walking
Somehow we managed to communicate
He would bark with me just talking
Childhood memories last forever, never forget that fact
It’s what keeps us going throughout many a day
They supposedly say you should never look back
But who cares what other people say
It’s been many years since I’d climbed the wooden steps to my parent’s attic. The hinges of the trap door creak and a cloud of dust rises as I push the door open. I fumble for the light switch; it takes several minutes for the dust to settle and for my eyes to become accustomed to the gloom from the single bulb.
I survey the small space, which is packed to the hilt with hidden treasures. I sit cross-legged in a cramped corner and delve one of the many boxes.
relics of childhood
packed in old cardboard boxes
I find my old bear
My mother had carefully packed away many of my old toys and keepsakes from my schooldays and high days and holidays. Oh how I laughed when I read some of the comments on my school reports and workbooks, it made for very amusing reading! I get quite emotional when I sort through photograph albums and see the faces of those who are no longer with us.
cherished memories
as I leaf through the pages
I wipe away tears
After several hours reminiscing I’ve selected a couple of items, which were once so dear to me; and then I finally close the door on the past.
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