Long Schoolgirls Poems

There was poetry,
In the open fields,
On the slanted blueberries,
On the skirts of schoolgirls,

There was poetry,
In the sunny cupboards,
In the quiet gardens,
In the sweet air of spring,

There was some poetry
In the caressing hands,
In the chalk of...

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I enjoyed an almost idyllic childhood. This was marred only at the age of ten by my circumcision, a cruel and primitive custom among my otherwise enlightened people. In my grandmother’s hut, I was held...

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The 36% Poem

I recall going to the stained-glass church as a child 
and wishing the Jesus statue would move, that he would
just step down from that hanging cross and walk among us,
casting droplets of healing...

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Part 1: The Event 

Back in younger age days, 
Going to grad school in Boulder, Colo, was no fun, 
Lots of course work, research work, little time to socialize, 
Professor had to meet his grants...

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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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All human life on earth starts in a school! 
In my case I was born just left of hell 
It was a simple time but not that cool 
This hell was time spent in a...

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Parody of "Casey At The Bat" with apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer

The outlook was quite brilliant for the high school stud that year—
the senior prom was coming up, and Casey had no fear.
The babe he...

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I rested my head in the nook of aunt's elbow and heard  fairy tales
I travelled to the land of Cinderella's and Twelve Dancing Princesses
Dreamt of playing with friendly talking birds and sitting on big...

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He was buried without a coffin
without a grave
the scavengers performed the post-mortem
in the open mortuary
without sterilized knives
in front of the night club

6

stuttering rifles put up
the gun salute of the day
that was a state burial anyway
the...

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Fresh juice runs down her chin. Fresh autumn air
climbs through the orchard. It’s apple picking time.

A zipping swoosh overhead with laughs and legs
swinging. Bushel baskets, cram-filled, on the ground.

Can’t reach? A palm will hoist children...

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Drinking

Remember the evening before the open mic
When we went to that pizza place in the Village
And bought two beers 
Wrapped in brown paper bags?
We guzzled as we
Walked city streets
Carrying our precious guitars, 
Giggling like misbehaving...

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He observed the no smoking sign as he puffed his Newport 
on the subway platform on his way downtown to the bank 
still buzzin' from the cheap wine and malt liquor he drank, 
as a...

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The Long Last Summer’s Past
By David J Walker

The shrilled ring of the
School bell
Was the first call of
The last days of another  
departed summer

The boys laced on new
Tennis shoes
The girls tried on 
New dresses

The sleepy...

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Inside the town of Chibok the tears flow in pain
Abduction, unexpected; abhorrence and disdain.
They came with evil intent and took the girls away
These are but harmless children, for what are they to pay?
Are these the...

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It was late on Saturday night, 
the girls were out for fun. 
We were in fancy dress costumes -
I was dressed as a nun!

We had got our seats booked to see
a psychic medium.
We’d had a...

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S pectacular smiles worn by schoolgirls.
P owerful and poetic when the answer is right.
E ngraved-in-anger in case of a fight.
C oward smiles on home-work not done.
T ight-lipped smile is just for fun.
A n annoyed smile...

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Valerie Garman entered the world upon the tail-end of the upper-middle class

A place where the schoolgirls were tantalisingly innocent and the men were
Increasingly unbecoming

The sidewalks gleamed and the church bells rang
The winters snowed and the...

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WHERE ARE YOU NOW?


Mascara pink lipstick ribbons and curls
Miniskirts no matter what the weather
We were teens two cheerful giggling schoolgirls
Enjoying bits of time spent together

A yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
We followed all the...

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God Thunder rolls his black clouds by,
and fearsome the Ninja-like slash of lightning 
brings the rain, that which we forties' schoolgirls 
caught in buckets to shampoo our hair, 
then--  a vinegar rinse.  Such...

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Thinking memories back in my childhood 
Only the meaningful ones I recall 
I have so many, some bad and some good 

Camping in winter, spring, summer and fall
Biking and hiking through paths made of dirt...

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