I saw it being built on sacred ground
a field where we boys had many times
reenacted Custers Last Stand.
Ashen boned jaws were riveted to the sky.
The school now waited to be
a concrete cave where madness
was injected into cringing sponge.
I dreamed once that I was a dog
chained to the school's bicycle rails.
Inside the new school, demented teachers
screeched through split nails.
Each lesson had to be hammered
into my psyche, each day my scalp tingled
with a foreboding.
Yet I knew that the arrow in my eye
had to be pushed in a lot further,
a whole lot deeper,
if my mind was to be ever
totally massacred.
Late nights over early mornings.
We pride ourselves in earnings,
from tirelessly overworking,
breaking ourselves entirely,
rewards keep us company,
as they set the bar higher,
for the next spread of sheets.
Like creatures of the night,
we pile up the work load,
once the sun sets for the moon,
as stars twinkle twinkle on cue.
Time will tell a tale as expected,
maybe tomorrow too soon.
I saw it being built on the sacred burial ground
of a field I had died nobly upon many a time.
Dark girders arose riveted to the skyline,
ashen boned concrete walls constructed
by unseen hands.
I still looked to the green field where, as Custer
I had made my many 'last stands'
yet it, like my naivety, was being erased.
I dreamed that I was a dog
chained to the school's bicycle rails.
Inside the new school
demented teachers screeched through split nails,
yammering edicts at small cringing minds.
When they installed the glass
and painted the new school building,
a foreboding stole upon me.
My scalp tingled,
I knew that the arrow in my eye
was going to be pushed
a lot further inward one day.
I saw it being built on the battleground
of a field I had many times played war upon,
saw the concrete rise - an ashen boned jaw
riveted to the skyline.
Childhood still looked to the green field
where, as Custer,
I had made my many 'last stands'.
A dream: I'm a thin dog
chained to the school's bicycle rails,
inside echoing classrooms
teachers screech through split nails.
When they installed the glass
and painted the new building
I was enveloped by a dark foreboding,
sensing that the arrow in my eye
was going to be pushed
a lot further in one day.
I want everyone to understand clearly
that I don't want anyone to touch me.
I hate seeing clocks or watches in proximity..
They very rarely tell the time accurately.
At night, I have a reoccurring dream frequently.
In a clock's face, I see heads of persons I can't stand.
I cut off their heads with the minute hand.
There's this girl named Lisa who speaks with rhyme.
If she talks to anyone, she rhymes all the time.
Muriel is Lisa's other personality. There's nothing she will say.
Muriel writes down any communication she wants to convey.
Are you curious about where David and Lisa will go?
All you have to do is watch the video.
April 22,2021
Based on the 1962 film "David and Lisa"
There I was lost in her gaze
Pretty brown eyes with the most beautiful face
Eyes so beautiful they gave a bright shine
I was content with them being just mine
But when they gazed away I felt very distraught
I traveled alone with a broken heart
Time flew by and I detested myself
because her gaze now looked upon someone else...
The wonderfully designed expensive high school.
She approached with a graceful apprehension.
The teens there on that rich autumn day,had grown up
together.
But, she..from the big city?
Not welcomed to this suburban nation.
They stood in groups with almost familial jocularity.
Not she, who wanted to run as she had no popularity.
.................Poor little lamb!...................
What teen has not experienced feeling out of place!
It took her quite awhile to grow past being shy.
And she developed her own special friends by and by.
In all groups, the story seems sadly the same.
It's run by leaders, sometimes with arrogance
What a shame!
In life, she gets to relive high school all over again!
March 18, 2020
2pm PsT
I had heard about it.
Then I saw it being built on the burial ground
of a field I had many times
played war upon.
Between noon and sundown,
the concrete arose;
an ashen boned jaw
riveted to the skyline.
I still looked to the green field
where, as Custer
I had made my 'last stands'.
I dreamed once that I was a dog,
just a pup,
chained to the school's bicycle rails.
Inside the new school
teachers screeched through split nails.
When they installed the glass
and painted the new building,
a too quiet foreboding came my way.
I knew that the arrow in my eye
was going to be pushed
a lot further in one day.
Ok keep below the radar, stay out of sight,
Bury your head in the sand, do not incite,
Why get involved, it’s not your fight,
Zip up your mouth, should be alright.
Rise above them, turn the other cheek,
Play It real cool, no trouble you seek,
Come on dad, they’ll think I’m a geek,
I want to look strong, not appear weak.
Oh I see! so you want to act tough,
Look like your made, from real hard stuff,
Grind your teeth, Want to play rough,
What if they decide, to call your bluff.
Better be able, to swallow your pride,
Eat humble pie, then go take a ride,
Don’t want to be like, a little girl guide,
Run home to mummy, or go and hide.
I won’t be bullied, I’ll stand my ground,
I’m not going to get pushed around,
Face the music, go round for round,
Whoa there kid, it’s courage you found,
Got more balls than me, her dad frowned.
By
David Kavanagh
Sarah was smart and sassy and wore a tired-looking bun.
Extremely bright, she made the rest of our class look slow and dumb.
I despised her right away.
Would not invite her to play.
Got to know her years later.
And she was tremendously fun, so I was the dumb one.
I drink in her fresh powdery scent
Scent peculiar only to a baby
Baby cuddles up to me with trust
Trust in eyes that stare back adoringly
Adoringly I smile back with joy
Joy almost bursting seams of my heart
Heart now nudged by fingers of fear
Fear of twisted devils and degenerates
Degenerates who prey on innocence
Innocence in my angel, I'll protect
Protect with hawk eyes against suspects
Suspects to peck at like a Mother Hen
Hen like pledge I solemnly make
Make no ill come close or wrongly trust
Trust not even hubby, none at all
All afflictions that assailed mom will never
Never arise a secone time
soon be time again
meet new friends
as you check in
for new year
some dress as a bear
some will call al and hal
be girls and boys
THE NEW SCHOOL NEW PALS
Slowly as it approached, my body began to quiver.
Finally, I became valiant and up the stairs I slivered.
Apprehension built up in me and I stood there, frozen
Why was this the school my parents have chosen
I sprinted down the aisle, catching no attention
I didn’t want to be the one everyone had to mention
The youngest; smallest, the babies of the rest
Everyone else, excited galore and surely filled with zest
After settling in my seat, waiting to finally arrive,
I reminisced about my home from which I was deprived
Distressed and on edge, I gawked out the window
As we approached, kids were as aroused as a Jindo.
The populous on the bus absconded so effectually
However, I was aghast and perceived perceptually
I skittered off the bus and admired the edifice
Here I’m at my new school, my old one I will miss.
this was a gas
frist day in class
those who pass
wink
and i blink
am not kink
we had a blend
my
NEW SCHOOL FRIENDS
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