You came across as lovely and sweet
messy, not neat, but wildly complete
I was smitten and eager to have you around
you put me up on a pedestal before flinging me on the ground
I was completely thrilled with you and I as a couple
the ways you twisted and turned me were endearing and subtle
At first you acted like I was a slice of German chocolate cake
But the relationship changed, and you became an earthquake
You gave things away that I thought you truly loved; I was fooled.
I was one of them, now completely re-schooled.
You acted delighted with my quirks when we first met.
Called me lovely names, I felt like a cherished pet.
But the shrew you became twisted me in my gut.
I will never be the same, for your words certainly cut.
I do know one thing, I will look for someone who is real.
falling for a liar and a trickster has a horrible feel.
thank you for that. Your schooling is absolutely complete.
You have taught me to not fall immediately for lovely and sweet.
Look up Julius Sumner Miller, he can help quite a bit with
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Inspired by a paperclip, the pen began to write
The clip danced a mean tango with a errant fork.
They were showing the room the time of their lives
When stapler began to click-clack, vying for attention
How do you do that without a hand? I asked stapler.
Sassy stapler smiled, thrilled he had gotten my attention.
It was a fantastic day in the land of the desk top.
We were enjoying the comforting click of the clock.
Then everyone began shouting and shrieking at once.
Seconds before the hand tossed over a large chocolate milk
Spoiling the mood of two notebooks and a wedding invitation.
I snickered at the invite’s distress; she had been gloating.
I could find my child, who's a butterfly lover,
Often bunking school granting many a reason;
Knowing her mad love, over the air to hover,
I allowed her to continue with no treason...
Having decided to find the reason from her
When, finally, persuaded her to open up;
Observing sage-like silence and eyes with no blur,
She blushed as though there's a tempest in her teacup...
Pleasing, easing, teasing, tiring, tempting, mocking,
Persuading, convincing, coercing, smooth-talking;
Silver-tongued sweet words on her slowly showering,
Ultimately, she spoke up as though rock-shocking...
Does schooling teach one to fly like a butterfly?
Does butterfly, in a school, ever long-time lie?
05 July 2021
Contemporary Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
Welcome to Home School today,
A typical mum might say,
We'll start with Maths, okay?
First, I have an empty glass,
There is 0 wine here for a blast,
Then I'll pour in half,
Before I top it up,
Now I have 1 whole wine to sup,
Home School does need wine o'clock,
For Mums, not kids, quite a shock,
Stop laughing at Mum, okay,
She flunked Maths too, along the way,
Some Mums are not teachers, okay,
Now who farted? She'll say,
End of Home School for the day!
“Dad, do you think I am a dolichocephalic?”
“I’m busy,” his father replied.
“You do not have to sound euphoric,” the six-year-old said.
The state inspector closed his notebook and tiptoed out, satisfied.
He had been sent to this home to see if these parents were on track
home-schooling their first grader.
Two days later the parents receive an accommodation letter
with a request that they please also home-school the state
inspector’s six-year-old child.
“This is so curious and odd,” the mother said.
“Berserk,” the father added.
“Maybe he had a mental breakdown?” the child guessed.
None of them realized that other first graders are learning sight words.
Two friends an MBA acquired
In Colorado were inspired
A drug store for Joe
A pot farm for Moe
A joint venture they conspired
August 22, 2017
November and April
when the trees are first bare and last naked
have become my favorite months. All the food eaten
except last rose hips and earliest leeks.
Leaves innocent
as dying men and infants.
Study one plant or animal each morning
before writing anything. All reading -
poetry or prose, truth or fiction -
classified the same, the distinguishing
characteristics being helpful or boring,
beautifully or indifferently written. Then
practice trumpet worried not at all about
my sound or perfection. Afternoon, my sons
return from school, math and (again)
reading, piano. Wednesdays we walk
observe plants and animals and record
our observations to identify and classify
later in the week. Nothing else special
need be done but stay alive.
Broken tables
And itchy saddles
But still on
Leaving over this worth
Appreciating all as they come
Lost vigor
And fallen figures
Yet still on
Throbbing so long
Seeing it afar
But still holding so far
Dark morrows!
Piercing sorrows!
Almost over I hope
And thinking it’s done
Headed for quittance
With hugs for success
I have the best teacher
I love the class size
I away's have the teacher's attention and love
No peer presure, no shooting's
no bullying
My field trip's are awesome
no tv after school i have found
a great love for book's and poetry
tv is to bia's and to much sex and violent's
no set time to begin or end
my grade's are way up
home schooling and my mom rock's
Rabbits, hens, and elephants respond
According to the signals communicated--
What is the use of running?
It is forbidden --by your hand.
Here we try to escape artfully.
Where is the exit?
Donde esta la salida? Por favor.
No salida But we sell souvenir postcards.
After the show.
(This might all happen in a moment of decision)
Give me to be manifest and free and
As yet untamed
As the wind.
How significant do you regard freedom to be?
Freedom to be...
It's a good thing you were taken from the fields.
The buffalo people are gone.
It's a good thing you abandoned the sky,
Now eagles are leaving their nesting places
To fall quicker than shooting stars.
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