School Metaphor Poems

To move, a person crawls, then walks.

Two wheels
A frame with a seat
That same person

Takes the 3 and works them together
Into a bike.

Aha!
To move, hop on,...

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I have finally found a door in this wall
that for years has been hidden from view
behind ivy that’s grown and spread and entwined
with those nettles...

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not as bad as when 
she drunk-posted Sand 
and Water by Beth 
Nielsen Chapman in honor 
of her uncle's passing 
forgetting it had a line...

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I see you everyday
From the halls of the school
In the real world
To the deep recesses of my mind

I see you in the warm embrace of...

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I went to a pool
it was pretty cool
but then I was tired at school
my teachers think I'm a fool
good food makes me drool
my shirt is...

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Was I maudlin over our breakup? For a minute.

If I think of you now, it’s like a slideshow of unflattering images.

At the time, my breakup...

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You stalk and lurk and creep 

You're with me as i go to school

And with me as i brush my teeth 

You put thoughts in...

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Make time as your lifetime partner in your 
journey to success. 
             ...

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OLD AND NEW 3 : COURTROOM 

On a throne sat a vulture 
feathers preened in paisley silk
eyes red and drawn
heart tightened by trauma
skin thirstily drank...

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The Sun lit up the room by a flick of a switch
While a river was flowing in my sink
Then the world became smaller on TV
Rain...

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in the surreal solemnity of nature

	a solemn ant colony
	passes in a funeral-like
	procession
	carrying bits of crumbs
	and one of their own…

	a lone ballooning spider
	ceases his kiting
	and hovers...

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I was in the shotgun seat
in 1960 Lansing Michigan
headed straight as a harddrive
through ghettoizing "Negra Section"
hunting down our commercial whitebread 
heavenly ThriftyAcres

Wanna be a WalMart...

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Abandoned Trunks And The Children  
		There laid the empty gray trunk;
		never to hold a thing again.
		There in the blood-wet soil,
		a sadden decaying lump.
 ...

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FYI

Hate is of the mind…
Love—of the womb of the heart—
The heart can’t birth hate:-...

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We learn what 
                   we don't want...
...

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