School Pride Poems

Years of learning
Thoughts in searching
Reality school of hard knocks
Falling down and getting up
Understanding through superior wisdom
Guidance through the skies
Knowledge makes one wise
The mind on Realize
Going...

Read More

Old school is no longer appreciated, been made redundant is anticipated

Youngblood’s heart is always on fire, he wishes that old school would soon retire 

Youngblood...

Read More

It’s great to be a member of the global elite,
   The bean poles in my garden are standing proud and neat.
Organic veg is...

Read More

We were tight — we were thick as thieves 
Only we didn’t quite know it then 
Isn’t it true that a friend in need
Is your...

Read More

It is the last stage after years of school and plays.
From incipiency, a school asserts obeying the rule.
Echoes of the core argument resonate and sway.
Spending...

Read More

Pivotal moments
From when I was a tiny girl
In my first year of school
That drift through my thoughts 
Like the apple sticker that 
Was my peg...

Read More

His name was Alex Bergeron,
grew up west of New Orleans,
from a line of backwoods Cajuns,
went to school to follow his dreams.

He grew to become a...

Read More

(The UK Queen's Platinum Jubilee was in June 2022)


You're at Trooping the Colour now, Dominic.
Were we not friends when we were schoolboys?
You look so smart...

Read More

I
Both bible school & university degrees did not make me proud; only arrogance in others can

II
Choose a question, rather than judgment as in, "what you...

Read More

If I’m proud of my country does it make me racist? 
Better than all those in separate places, 
a stigma attached in nationality cases 
a...

Read More

In my own microcosm of the world,
myriad blessings are daily unfurled.
To claim them, I don’t need my car, just my feet.
My frequent walks don’t end...

Read More

I remember as a child at school drinking those small bottles of milk.
I remember feeling posh wearing a tie made out of silk.
I remember running...

Read More

Bob holds his tattered Travis to his chest.
He was Bob's pet. Now--stuffed--he's still the best!
Bob’s parents, at wit’s end, make this request:
“He’s old. Let him...

Read More

“After one-hundred, which number comes next?”
inquired Ms. Colvin as she studied her text.

All of us kids raised our hands high,
then Ms. Colvin picked Brett, this...

Read More

English Pride
by Bob Moore © 2019

The Scots can sing of Scotland, and Welshmen sing of Wales
The Irish sing of 40 shades, of their green hills...

Read More