Schoolmates Poems

The Old Photo Album

In the olden days 
My mother only took one photo for me
As a new born with the family members
My childhood gone plain without photos
When I got my 1st salary 
I bought a camera
To take photos wherever I go
With my family
Schoolmates
Friends 
Colleagues
Now When I open the photo album
Sad memories pour in
My parents gone
Some family members gone
Some of the colleagues gone
Some of the old classmates gone
Time betrays us
Some sweet memories left us
Fate seldom compromises
With dreams
And great expectations
But behind the sadness
Love will linger on 
With the once happiest moments
Never dies
Now I use handphone to snapshot
The happiest moments
With all my loved ones
Sharp,quick and easy
Love and happiness 
Will linger on and on
Never fade

Celebrate Teachers

Let's celebrate teachers--give them a big hand!
For they hold the treasure a child's mind needs.
They open doors to discovery's wondrous land;
then urge them along to help them succeed.

Their drive and coaxing we feel throughout life--
whispers of "you know you can do much more."
Life, you told us, is not won without strife,
so, "get busy, let's see what you have in store."

When recalling school days, who comes to mind?
Schoolmates in classes, acquaintances fleet.?
Along with your good friends, who do you find?
I'll bet it's the ones who made learning sweet.

Miss McMillan, who came with us from Jr. High.
Iris and Byron Chew stretched our brains far.
Miss Mershon said let's give pyramids a try.
Mrs. Babcock had us reach for a star.

Thanks, teachers, for giving us distant shores
to visit, and snow-capped mountains to climb.
Thanks for holding our children's hands in yours
guiding their journey through momentous times.

Thanks for helping those who have tutor needs;
for late nights grading papers without end.
You smile as we leave, for you planted seeds.
All this, and you manage to be a friend!

May 31, 2022

The Desk

The Desk
by Michael R. Burch

for Jeremy

There is a child I used to know
who sat, perhaps, at this same desk
where you sit now, and made a mess
of things sometimes. I wonder how
he learned at all ...

He saw T-Rexes down the hall
and dreamed of trains and cars and wrecks.
He dribbled phantom basketballs,
shot spitwads at his schoolmates’ necks.

He played with pasty Elmer’s glue
(and sometimes got the glue on you!).
He earned the nickname “teacher’s PEST.”

His mother had to come to school
because he broke the golden rule.
He dreaded each and every test.

But something happened in the fall?
he grew up big and straight and tall,
and now his desk is far too small;
so you can have it.

One thing, though?

one swirling autumn, one bright snow,
one gooey tube of Elmer’s glue ...
and you’ll outgrow this old desk, too.

Originally published by TALESetc

Keywords/Tags: Child, Children, Childhood, School, Desk, Student, Scholar, Teacher, Teacher's Pet, Pest, Golden Rule, Spitwads, Glue, Basketball, Nonsense, Light Verse, Humor

Mirror, Mirror

Everybody is eye-catching
Until someone close to us
Says we are not.
Facing a mirror every day,
As no Snow White to ask
About the fairest in all the land.
Once looked down upon
By family, schoolmates, teachers, 
Kids around the neighborhood,
And strangers out on the street.
Years until able to see 
No matter of that public voice,
True adulation lays within.

Alligator Tears

kids in their classroom
sounds of fidgeting abound~
the crack of a gun

a place of learning
students taught by skilled teachers~
a classroom in shock.

panic starts to run
some will never walk again~
roses mark the spot

a remembered smile
your daughter went to that school~
tears spill from your eyes

impossible sounds
a child armed with a rifle~
schoolmates are shot dead

politicians cry
it rains alligator tears~
students on the march
 
nothing will be done
guns get sold to the insane~
profits are soaring

here we go again
children are drowning in blood~
thanks to N.R.A.

Cory and the Black Dog

Cory and the Black Dog

Cory was a shy boy;
He didn’t make a fuss.
But his schoolmates teased him,
Especially on the Bus.

Black dog quit your circling.
You don’t have to be so mean.
The pain in our poor Cory’s heart;
Was more than could be seen.

His clothes were kind of shabby;
His complexion wasn't clear.
They laughed at his appearance;
For everyone to hear.

An awful kind of sadness;
Took away poor Cory’s light
Black Dog stole our Cory.
One dark, moonless night.

He would have been a soldier
A fine strong young Marine.
But the Black Dog came to visit.
When he was just thirteen.
 
Black dog what’s your purpose?
You doggone demon elf!
Cory crept into the backyard
And quietly hung himself.

These Are the Days

THESE ARE THE DAYS

These are the days of turmoil and sorrow
Days that mirror Sodom and Gomorrah
Days where our country is engaged in war
Days that God must certainly abhor

Days where children senselessly kill
Schoolmates and teachers just for a thrill
These are the days where drug lords rule
Where justice is spurned and played the fool

Murder and mayhem are a way of life
Creating fear and causing great strife
These are the days where justice is blind
Days that may soon be the fall of mankind

These are the days that many are dreading
Days that may soon become Armageddon
These are the days that are beginning to look
Like those described in Revelation's book

These are the days of misfortune for man
Days that are difficult to understand
But every knee shall bow and every tongue confess
That Jesus is Lord and He will end all stress

He will separate the goats from the sheep
There will be great sorrow and gnashing of teeth
Christ is the Truth, the Life, and the Way
To escape the torment of 'these are the days'

31 May 2018
For the contest sponsored by Daniel Turner

Haiku: a Boy Goes To School

Haiku
A boy goes to school?
And tears his schoolmates apart?
With metal piercing bullets?
This is normal now.


Igor Goldkind

A Sudicial Mind That Contemplates Death

He's reluctant to make friends,
and shows little or no trust 
in people who reach out
and smiling he pretends!

He doesn't follow those positive minds, 
every joke and laughter bothers him,
and seeing no humor in a silly whim...
his moods become bleaker than shadows!

What makes him act the strange way he does?
Was he bullied as a kid by his schoolmates?
And not having the strenght to fight back,
he lost his confidence in clever counterattack!

Oh, pitiful loner, be warned that a sucidial mind that
contemplates death has no worth, but bears distraught;
you live in a cheerless home that has closed windows
looking over a street where others exchange their hellos!   

A bright teen barely twenty has willfully thrown away
his chances for glory by listening to internal voices
coming from the netherworld hindering his senses 
from enjoying life by making his skies completely grey! 


written on 6/19/2017

Schoolmates

Schoolmates
By Franklin Price
8/16/2016

Most schoolmates now are seventy
If not a little more
Have done a lot since high school
Long ago in sixty-four

Don't move as quickly or think as fast
As we did back in the day
Hope the paths we took to get here
Gave happiness along the way

Directions taken numerous
As many as our class
We've left our fingerprints on time
And still have some to pass

Some have left; are early gone
Our memories see their faces
Thoughts still linger of them
And how they ran their races

Be grateful as you read this
That you have more race to run
It's time to slow the tempo
And concentrate on having fun

Friendship Is Bliss

This poem is dedicated to all my friends,
The loyal pals who came up to me with royal relationships
who encouraged me always in my performances,songs,dramas,poems and speeches.
And particularly my schoolmates of Sentia and Silver Oaks.

Maharashtra to Melbourne.
Jaipur to Jamaica.
Jharkhand to jersey.
Himachal to Hamilton.

Lakshadweep to Lanka
Kerala to Cape town
Shimla to Sydney
Manipur to Malaysia.

Antartica to Karnataka
Andaman to aucland
Ameerpet to Antarctica
Pune to Portugal.

Sikkim to Singapore
Warangal to Washington
Andhra to Argentina
Telangana to Trafford.

Our bliss should be visible.
Our teasing should be audible.
Our way should be walk-able.
Our mistakes should be meltable.

Our sneer should be sensible.
Our intention should be amiable.
Our rhythm should be rock able.
Our fun should not be lock able.

Our harmony should be beautiful.
Hence our life should be delightful
and hope my poem will not be painful.
And it will be meaningful and this is dedicated to all my pals.

The Found Boat-A Precis

Spring rain; river overflows, shallow lake fills. 
 
Riding a log, two girls explore the flotsam, 

Find boat; old, damaged, half sunk, ruined, mostly.

They shout out, show teasing boys, schoolmates, the wreck.

Delighted boys drag the hulk home, repair, seal. 

Girls watch the project day by day; at last done. 

Boys and girls launch, try it out by twos, threes, more. 

Success. No leaks. Make lunch and sail down river.

An abandoned house appears.  Going ashore—

They explore, eat lunch, play games, dare each other—

To strip. They all do. They dance, sun shines...time stops.

Chance

we became friends by chance,
it started with us being 
classmates,schoolmates deskmates,
we are still freiends by choice,
i believe it is fate.


A real defition of a true friend,
is what you are,
hope our friendship will never end,
no matter where we are.

When i wrong,
correct me,
one can always do wrong,
not correcting what is wrong is 
wrong.

A friend i will always treasure,
ofcourse with no measure,
when or if i stray ,
tell me so i apologize to you.

Chance

we became friends by chance,
it started with us being 
classmates,schoolmates deskmates,
we are still freiends by choice,
i believe it is fate.

A real defition of a true friend,
is what you are,
hope our friendship will never end,
no matter where we are.

When i wrong,
correct me,
one can always do wrong,
not correcting what is wrong is 
wrong.

A friend i will always treasure,
ofcourse with no measure,
when or if i stray ,
tell me so i apologize to you.

Discipline Was a Good Medicine

The quite teenager went to school on foot,
never was late or tried to cheat on any test;
he ate fruits and veggies and stayed lean...
realizing that discipline was a good medicine.


Years went by and he became a physician; 
many diseases he cured, even eye vision, 
but his schoolmates frequented hotel rooms that smelled of booze...
they had unprotected sex and snorted cocaine: weren't they the losers?

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