It's so mundane,
To follow this world so insane.
The longevity of this generation,
So precocious yet filled with agitation.
No compassion.
Only compromise.
With subtle superficial lobbyist,
Enhancing their look of integrity.
If only someone could overcome their
adversity.
And fight the pretentious villains.
To spring spontaneity upon them.
And end their rancorous way.
One day all the disdain will wash away.
Intrepid novices,
Prudent with the ability of empathy.
While all of this is just a hypothesis,
I believe jubilation is in reach.
I think you should know,
One day I'll abbreviate this speech.
Washed my face
Curled my hair
Doesn’t make much difference
You’ll still stare.
Cleaned my shoes
Best dress on
Want to make friends
But you just make fun.
Four years old
First day at school
I still remember
You were so cruel.
Carried on
till the day I left
Made life hell
Always felt bereft.
Made me question
Made me strong
Why are people’s
Views so wrong?
So teach your children
To be kind
Be good in their hearts
And colour blind.
Even though many my days are numbered;
the forever setting sun.
And with the number of days at hand,
my imagination is on the run.
It creeps about day in and day out;
eternal bliss of envy and sight.
It screams aloud about my dorm,
one more number this night.
For as finals draw near;
I get less and less sleep.
And as the sun starts to rise,
I hope these lessons will seep.
I lust for knowledge,
My day will come,
Bachelors,
Masters,
PhD maybe,
My day will come,
I believe it,
No faith placed in me,
But from me indeed,
My strength is my rock,
I will follow through,
The language of life,
I know it well,
It is my spell,
You will understand,
The day I receive that third diploma,
My doctorate in English Literature,
That will be the day of true destiny.
They never leave me alone
I wish it was over
Argh! Why?!?
EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!
My mind is spinning...
I'm dazed by the lights....
Ooh lunch!
Doo-doo-do-do-dooo (Band)
Oh, great here we go again!
Blah, Blah, Blah.
Ha-ha sure make fun of me!
Bumps on the road....stupid old bus!
"Hey bro!"
"Hey gramma...."
I hear my tunes.....
I sleep...waitin' for tomorrow...
Another day of pain.........................
...to be locked in as their teasing puppet....
unloved and unwanted
ev'ry day of my life
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I did something stupid 2 years ago now it haunts me thru my peers....................
LAST DAY BLUES
IS A HEARTACE TO FEW
WITH ALL THE MEMORIES WE SHARED
AND ALL THE TIMES WE SHOWED EACH OTHER
LOVE AND CARE
LAST DAY BLUES
IS A HEARTACHW TO A FEW
FOR SOMEONE IS GOING TO BE
MISSING YOU
There she stands, just three feet tall
Today of all days she looks so small,
Wearing new shoes and sparkling white socks
She goes to pick up her pink lunch box
Then we put on coats and head out of the door
It's hard to believe that she is now four,
As we walk down the road, she laughs and sings
Not knowing how it pulls my heart strings
Starting to run when she sees the gates
She calls "hurry mummy, don't want to be late!".
She enters the room with 'the very nice lady'
A big girl now, not my little baby,
I turn to leave tears burning my eyes
From her words "love you mummy" on saying our goodbyes,
Back through the gates with a long walk home
Long because now she's not here, I'm alone
For four years now we've spent each day together
I wish in my heart, it could be that way forever
But I recognise that is against all the rules
For today, is my daughters' first day at school.
copyright Janette Fisher 1989
This poem was written 23 years ago when my oldest daughter Elizabeth went to school
Homework
Homework, hon
says my mom
all day all night
all week long
Science,
Geography,
two hours gone.
Math,
history,
four hours gone.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
round and round the clock.
Homework, hon
says my mom
all day all night
all week long.
English,
chemistry,
six hours gone.
Spelling,
astronomy,
eight hours gone.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
round and round the clock.
Homework, hon
says my mom
all day all night
all week long.
Sunday, Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday,
Saturday too.
All day all night
all week all month
all year long.
Homework, hon
says my mom.