Long Schoolroom Poems
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I remember when…
I tied myself to the chair in first grade.
Taking seriously Teacher’s red light -
“Young lady, if you don’t stay in your seat…”
I took my scarf and bound myself up tight.
I remember when…
the lunch bell sounded and Missus Storm said,
“Quietly, children, line up at the door.”
But I couldn’t get my hard knots undone
so me and the chair plop-plopped cross the floor.
I remember when…
I climbed out the school window in third grade.
Asleep at my desk, I’d run out of juice
then Mz. Willliams took the class to recess
I heard the door slam, it wouldn't come loose.
I remember when…
that schoolroom seemed more like Alcatraz
in solitary confinement, I pried
one window open. Taking a quick look,
I climbed up and out with tomboy-ish stride.
Sponsor Tom Woody
Contest Name Alice Through The Wormhole
Flowers outside the schoolroom grew bigger and brighter of their own volition. " Alice, Alice !" the teacher called. All she saw was a saucer eyed girl sitting, staring out the window. Sober as a Deacon she sat there with her mind blow-stitched to the earth. Fireworks burst in the sky as a big purple blubber bounced out "Alice, Alice" ssssssssss was the sound it made as it cupped out O with a sticky jelly mouth.
he was from outer space
unlike her own race
he was soooo, gooey gooey!!!
A slight change in atmosphere and suddenly Alice fell topsy-turvy into a dark hole. Exotic energy clung to her as she spun out of control and dropped into an inter-stellar tunnel filled with brilliant stars. Faster than the speed of light she travelled into a non existent wormhole. A sweet little paper plate with eyes, nose and mouth greeted her on the other side. He spoke the infographics of his knowledge to her, sending shock waves of pleasure to her extra-sensory perception with telepathic communication;
Lost in gravity waves
time dilation ...
She arrived safely.
Oh the flowers, the flowers were everywhere! Each specific tessitura sang to her in baritone, soprano, mezzo soprano and tenor. It was an elevation of the highest senses. Through vertical angles the sound was outsourced, so she listened with continuum " Alice, Alice " is what they sang in chorus. She tried to determine where the melody was coming from but deep down she knew that this heavenly music was an extension of her and them. Oh what a sweet tonality it was. Both subdued and energetic at the same time. As the galaxies split, the tidal forces merged together and suddenly it made no difference where she was or how she got there. All she knew was she was finally home !
The End.
Today, meandering through the clutter of the local antique store,
I almost tripped and fell over an object partially hidden on the floor!
My hands came to rest on an old-fashioned school desk sitting there.
It reminded me of the one I occupied in my school days, I do declare!
My thoughts drifted back through the misty past to reminisce and ponder.
As I caressed its oaken surface with my fingers, I began to wonder.
Did it once grace a simple one-room prairie schoolhouse in Indiana?
Might it have come from a rustic schoolroom in the state of Montana?
The slanting top of the old desk was scratched and with ink was stained.
I saw faint initials carved by an idle lad whose attention span had waned!
The varnish was worn off the folding seat by many a squirming kid.
Wads of chewing gum still adorned the underside of the folding lid!
I recalled sitting at one of those uncomfortable desks trying to stay awake!
As Miss Ruth droned on and on, all I could think of was the recess break!
The room reeked of oranges and fried egg sandwiches we'd bring to munch.
Kids of means paid a dime to eat finer fare in the lunchroom for their lunch!
I recalled the thwack on my knuckles of Miss Ruth's ruler to get my attention,
And what awaited me at home for misbehavior with growing apprehension!
(A clerk noting my glazed eyes asked, "May I help you sir? Is anything amiss?"
"Nah", I replied. "If you please, I'd like to stand here awhile and reminisce!")
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
At five, the world is leisurely and small,
tiny enough to fit inside my hand~
a pebble pocketed from the sidewalk,
a leaf, the outside world, I innocently understand
At fifteen, the world is hurried and expanding,
tilting toward faces in crowded halls~
I ponder who I’m becoming, studying
the mirror and glances steadying schoolroom walls.
At thirty, the world is broadening, the hours frantic,
asking for purpose in their spin and span~
the invisible but deliberate shaping
of the burgeoning person I began.
At fifty, the world is stable, days balanced and clear:
what shall stay, what shall fall away~
I keep the people and moments that ring true
and let what remains dissipate and decay.
At seventy, the world is unsteady, the pace softening slow:
the morning opens wide~
small moments, bright with quiet grace,
find room to rest inside.
Loneliness the circles
In which the daydream never ends
I wish you'd go away those times
So I could find you once again
Perhaps a hole-in -middle whirlpool
The nothing that ever stays
A fist of clenching handful
A farmer begging God for rain
A plague of desperation
No welcome needs around
The sideway glance of people
As if you were a paedophile
An intrusion of their selfish plans
A car with a one way steering wheel
Thats always headed home
A dust devil with nowhere else to go
A ship that wayward stranded
Marooned on a broken beach
A schoolroom devoid of students
And theres nothing else to teach
Sitting so low in the restaurant
Furtive glances all eyes on me
I walk through them, they look through me
I'm a drive-thru KFC
Her virtue were her beauty spot
But she drove the rain to tears
Eating chicken in the parking lot
She didnt fit with all my fears
She was a mere eighteen when she began her teaching career,
Never dreaming that a teacher's life could be so austere.
The challenges she met weren't mentioned at "Normal School".
She coped, teaching readin', ritin', 'rithmatic and the Golden Rule.
A one-room school in Indiana was where she began her profession.
Cultivating young minds was to become her lifetime obsession.
Day began with prayer and the kids singing, "Good Morning To You!"
Patriotism was stressed so the "Pledge of Allegiance" was said too.
Among her duties was stoking the fire in the pot-belly stove,
And clearing a path in the snow to the "facilities" in the grove.
On wintry days the room was filled with the aroma of savory soup,
Simmering on the stove, that she had prepared for her little group.
There were six classes in the schoolroom where she taught.
As she dealt with one class, the others were easily distraught!
In her desk a frog, mouse or garter snake she might find.
If the culprit was found, her ruler would warm his behind!
At the end of the day when the children were at last released,
She sometimes felt she had been training a horde of wild beasts!
But she loved the challenge and the kids and she persevered.
There was no one in that prairie farmland so loved and revered!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
The Schoolroom is the world
With God's wisdom unfurled
But fools govern today
To the oppressed's dismay
For His wisdom they disdain
So much they cannot explain
Proud because of their gain
He humbles the vain with bane
Man's wisdom cannot compare
Because he was never there
When He set the Earth's measure
For His own good pleasure
O' man, you are not equal
God's wisdom the Prequel
You cannot correct Him
But one day confess Him
All treasure has a source
Hidden from view of course
But what a valuable resource
If the effort we endorse
God's wisdom is exclusive
Treasure even more elusive
For only He knows the way
Fearing Him the Pathway
Where His wisdom begins
Where Scripture underpins
Where Christ is the Center
Where the Spirit's the Mentor
May you find His treasure
His wisdom in good measure
His fellowship a pleasure
His loyal love a leisure
Graduation is forthcoming
Christ's return is upcoming
Where He'll meet us in the air
And His glory forever share