Long Yearbooks Poems

Life has no physical form or shape. Life is an essence we all calculate
We calculate our days by looking at a calender to see 
What month, day or year were at.
Days go by quickly sometimes...

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I went to visit my friend, Frank
I shouted his name and to no response...
this was the first time in six months 
that I went to visit him....
he already depressed about losing his father
and having his...

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We built a remembrance sight just for you, dear sister,
   a granite bench with a poem engraved with your name,
      I could always count...

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Lighter of mind today
I enjoyed everyone today
The struggle was abstract
I could look upon it from above, see its shape
My wavelength was clear and even
Not calm
Smooth, intense, bright
That same song repeating over 36 hours
Carrying me forward,...

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The time reads ten on the clock

and I take in hand my pen.


I pull up my chair to my makeshift desk

and begin removing books from the panel

so that I may lift it and peer into...

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It’s Memorial Day

I thumb through my high school yearbook,
Soiled, unpadded from another day.
My children don’t know of our mindset then,
The second war all wars to end.
Daily goodbyes to the boys we loved,
The face of the...

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Before there were rainbows, I roamed ambidextrously,
I streeled out into predawn air, senseless between Moon and Mars,
Reeling under Calvinistic cinder blocks, I hid from my shadows.

Before there were rainbows, I thought my heart was wooden,
In...

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An editor of Twig, I was
The least accomplished one.
I hadn’t taken art for years
Like most of them had done.

The “Head-itor” took care of most 
Responsibilities.
She gave us fifty pages each.
Back then, I was at ease....

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That treasury of memories most precious,
With these few words I seek to praise.
It is our school yearbooks of the past,
The repository of events from happier days.

I thank GOD for time to compose this tale
And for...

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Y
 Yggdrasil
 younglings
 yobbishly
 yohimbine
 yammering yardsticks
 year-round
 yuppifying
 yuppifies
 yokefellow
 yarborough
 yellowtail Ypsilanti
 yearningly
 yellowback
 yarmulkas
 Yevtushenko
 Yellowstone yachtswoman
 yellowfin
 yellowing
 yearlings
 yodellers
 yearnings
 yachtsmen yesterdays
 yearbooks
 yachtsman
 youngberry
 yarramans
 yellowhead
 yeastiest yardstick
 yieldingly
...

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Evidenced
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The Church Parsonage on Church Street the old Methodist Church where eye 
used to go to church it Burned down.
My mother died a horrible murder death.
My brother died in a car wreck.
We used to fight...

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Growing Up Too Fast

Ever wonder what happened to what used to be?
The things we did when we were young and free

Reminiscing and paging through old yearbooks
Pointing fingers and laughing at old, embarrassing looks
Missing the way...

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American Girls blankly stare
Where shadows lend the mood of dusk
And Harry Potter shares a shelf
With Curious George
Nearby the bed
On which I read
To my young girl …
Dream, sweet baby, sleep—

Now Hokies posters fill the wall
And school...

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Fragile antiques
Old doll houses
and old love letters from the spouses
16 year old yearbooks
with old fashioned looks
Old musty smells 
and cracked Christmas bells
Worn teddy bears 
on 3 legged chairs
Pink fluffy mess
an ugly vintage dress
Red rusty bike
whose...

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Tears come easily on this special night,
          It's saying farewell that is hard.
Thoughts turn to the celebration of the end of our twelve-year journey,
  ...

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Handshakes and hugs and “it’s been a long time” kisses
Meeting the husbands and the Mrs.
Pictures being shown of kids and grandkids
Some of the men with no hair on their lids
 
From Paris, France and other...

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Beyond the bridge the sweet,quiet and snow white home
Enjoyable walks replacing Endless crosslanes
Clean woods aroma exchanging for the Foul Streets
And quiet college with sidewalk in the Grass park
Rather than Concrete with no Rose to grow

And...

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The Monuments 

Have you the strength to spear a spine, and will you ladle blood pudding into the Battle Queen’s bosom, under contract that ye shall taste sudden death, and then feast with the gods,...

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It’s an old clock
hanging on a wall
in a small room 
on the third floor.

We go up there 
four times a year 
exchanging clothes
to mark the arrival 

of another season. 
Not much else in there 
except...

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F anciful fabulous fairyland
A geless adulation awaken
I rrevocably immortalize
R egal radiant recollection
Y earning yesterday’s youthful yearbooks

G lamorous gadgets gimmicks girdles
O utrageous outfits overindulge
D efiant delay deny demise
M ighty mascaraded matriarch
O utlandish opulent obscession
T wilight Twinkle...

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