Schedules Poems - Poems about Schedules

(a disastrous morning Sonnet) I am the very model of a girl who’s late for morning meal, my charger failed, the printer jammed, the morning’s start has been surreal I lost a scrunchy and a shoe, I had to use some dry shampoo my Keurig had no k-cups too, so I’m feeling like a total shrew! Our pre-dawn jog went...

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We’re coming up on the spooky pumpkin-latte season, when days suddenly end, while I’m busy in some sterile, fluorescent chemistry-lab and there’s nothing to do but walk down dark science-hill to the dorm. Is that rustling the sound of leaves or footsteps? The most effective horror stories come from spaces of doubt and hover between...

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I remember back in the day when everything was closed on Sundays and you could take a leisurely Sunday drive with your parents and not have to worry about being anywhere at any certain time...

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Woman’s Desire What’s all this rigmarole and claptrap About the man being the only one thinking of sex? Well, truth be known, A woman, skin deeply eager, thinks much of it too… Once leaving the job, after The shopping; the vaccuuming; the cooking; the pots, Pans, and dishes; after the childrens’ Homework, meals, baths, and good-night kisses; Once the cat and...

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I work on the schedule until my hands are blue with ink. Consulting with sixteen teachers so I can give a lesson to each. Will this time work? Could we squeeze your lesson in after lunch? Can we do a little lesson before you go to music? By two forty-five on Monday I had a little schedule for...

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