Short Classmate Poems
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Used to love to ‘thumb rides’
‘til in a hippie bus a classmate died
His body chopped to pieces
~ no more need for father’s speeches
Happy birthday, classmate Rudy,
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An expression in parody
Is composed for comic effect.
Topic: Birthday of Rudy J. Salang (April 03)
There once was a
student named Gest.
Among all his
classmate,he's best.
He dumped all his
books
and followed all
cooks.
Which lastly he
failed much the rest.
Happy birthday, classmate Gary,
The event is about to start;
The gifts and greetings that vary
Bring gladness and warmth to your heart.
Topic: Birthday of Gary Gutang (March 12)
its time have school in mine
time ti get hook to the book
no beach run'
no more summer fun
time get school suppply
tools
and minds set for that date
for
NEW SCHOOL
NEW CLASS MATE
Happy birthday, classmate Ronald,
From up north to south down below,
Friends from far away have just called
To give greetings, to say hello.
Topic: Birthday of Ronaldo Garcia (March 16)
When I grow up I want to be a mommy Lucy said.
I want to be a TV salesman said our classmate Ed
I want to be TOP CAT, I told them, in absolute glee
He was the most self-assured confident guy on TV
At school..a close classmate
And...her only steady date
A fiance...before 'ere long
Forever engaged...as one
A husband..on her special day
Then,lover..in every way
A friend...for every need
Soulmate,in thought & deed.
at Holy Child School
I learn about God
met my best friend there
learn about baseball
and the other sports
three years was there
paddled third year
fighting classmate
then public school
religion
wasn't there
God I knew
always
with me
Loved
Living being, tell me,
What do you do? When fate comes,
With tail in the air; head foreword,
Then picks your neighbor
The classmate; workmate
Up to heights they go.
And now, left low; but capable
You do not qualify to go
Because fate full of fetish
Has made its choice;
What do you do?
Wheelchair Boogie
When you are young it looks like fun
"I want one of those!" You say.
You beg a classmate to let you ride around in hers.
You do not want to give it back.
She smiles, glad to have pleased you.
I have always loved them
Until I had to be in one for three months and ten days
They are not as thrilling as you think
Doll with an incredibly snarly blue mood
Gave us a horrible, nasty, surly attitude.
I thought she was pretty, but not today.
Said many people, who did not want to stay.
Her mother had invited us to her birthday party.
There were six of us, and none ate hearty.
We felt sick at the way she treated us.
Never again! Said my classmate, Gus.
My black son
He did not belong
Unwelcome
Unannounced and subsequently
Uninvited
To attend his predominately white Honors math class online
Confirmations abounded
With increasing befuddlement
By the substitute teacher
“Are You Sure?”
By a white classmate
Affirmed
Welcomed
Invited
Permitted to remain
After all
He did belong
My black son
Form:
Pleasant classmate
Joyfulness, friend
Welcoming, Loving, Learning
Student, worker, sloth, menace
Disturbing, Interrupting, Disrupting
Nightmare, diversion
Unpleasant Classmate
He hit his teacher
And kicked a classmate.
His teacher called for the principal.
She was reading a book.
She suggested me.
I am the school counselor.
I said, “you know you cannot hit and kick people right?”
He asked, “what if they deserve it?”
I have wanted to kick a few people myself.
I had no answer for that.
But got him back to his room without maiming anyone else.
So that’s a great start right?
Jimmy was totally in love with his classmate Marge.
She had no idea, but accidentally hurt his feelings.
He did not expect her to say, “I’m sorry”.
He was not sure that she knew.
He was not the kind of person to tell her.
He kept quietly sad as she jumped rope with his heart.
He watched it get mangled and smashed but kept quiet.
It was a pattern he retained his entire life.
Hurt, but never letting anyone know.
Return to the desk the teacher and classmate
The bell rings hurry you don't want to be late
Mother pushing for your learning bright hungry belly
Father is absent not a penny milking the skinny cow shelly
Grandfather swells on self not caring who die or live
Deeming it sacrilege to dip in his pocket and a penny give
Grandmother tries to hold it all together knowing the need
Giving of her means caring the bright hungry belly to feed
My first funeral was my grandmother’s funeral.
I was twelve.
Two weeks later, my second funeral was for a classmate.
She was not yet twelve.
Chris was a shy, simple girl, a good student.
She had a small smile, was introverted.
I had not bothered getting to know her.
I might have thrown her an occasional “hi”.
She had a friend already.
Joyce.
I have thought of Chris for fifty-four years.
Choices can haunt you for the rest of your life…
It Hails
Beautifying Winter
My Nails
Ice in the Center
Oh no
Damn what nonsense
And Yes
Have the License
So Lead
With cars To
roads of speed
And trees
What snowflake
and Breeze
Oh So cold
Ice in the winter
I'm so bold
Out in the Center
& Outdoors
Tremble like that
Icy Floors
With Classmate
There fall flakes
and I fetch them
Whatever takes
I may catch them
So come on everyone
Freeze your blood
To this wintry one
And Snowflake ton
He left without saying goodbye
How could someone so young die?
I’ll never forget the day
When our principle came in to say,
“We lost a fellow classmate today.”
Our heads went blank our bodies still
No one wanted to believe these words were real
Over half a year has gone by
And alone at night I still cry
He was the freshman clown,
Known, by most of the town.
He was so young when he had to die
And was never given the chance to say goodbye
Dedicated to PRJ 09/19/85-09/28/99
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