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Shaner Poems - Poems about Shaner


Chief Garbage Taster As Fifth Grade Halloween Gag

...Chief garbage taster as fifth grade Halloween gag
at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
interestingly enough landed me a grubhub grab bag.

I rooted thru poetry anthology of mine,
and came acro...
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Categories: shaner, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme

Chief Garbage Taster As Fifth Grade Halloween Gag

...at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School

As a Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got the brilliant idea 
for his sole son to be dressed 
with one of a kind getup....
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Categories: shaner, 5th grade, adventure, autumn,
Form: Free verse



Chief Egalitarian Garbage Taster Ie White Trash

...Chief egalitarian garbage taster i.e. “white trash”

As Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got brilliant idea 
for sole son dressed
uniquely rubbish qua 
putrid...
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Categories: shaner, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse

The Peterson Directed Handwriting System

...The Peterson Directed Handwriting System...

Tis beyond the depth and scope
of this electronic post,
and author, what triggers deliverance
housing bounty full memory absorbance,
yet no matter h...
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Categories: shaner, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Free verse

Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged Clasp Two

...when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably the majority
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Categories: shaner, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse



Inexplicable Memory Quirkily Unhinged

...A rhetorical question finds me asking 
(to no one in particular) why I recall 
the names of grade school teachers 
approximately fifty years ago (whose 
names listed below), when the need

to r...
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Categories: shaner, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry

Nostril Damn Mess

...The putrid, malodorous and fowl nauseating smell 
   can still be conjured nearly fifty years later wracked
I never forget ineradicable tangy, sulfurous 
   acrid odor rankled olfaction tract
ent...
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Categories: shaner, angst, anxiety, conflict, creation,
Form: Light Verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things