Short New School Poems
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this was a gas
frist day in class
those who pass
wink
and i blink
am not kink
we had a blend
my
NEW SCHOOL FRIENDS
here's the word
they fly a brid
what i say
comming you way
i hearld the news
about your new school
and new bucks
GOOD LUCK
its that time again
meet new school friends
time to get back in
put mind in check
that you you can get
and be hook
BACK TO THE BOOKS
soon be time again
meet new friends
as you check in
for new year
some dress as a bear
some will call al and hal
be girls and boys
THE NEW SCHOOL NEW PALS
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
its the beach
he teach
has the the tool
music from old and new school
jis guitar plays soul pop and blues
the put tips in the can
to put his mind at ease
its
MUSIC MAN SOUL TO THE SEA
the students parade in all clean and pristine
squealing in delight as they spy friends
loving the idea of a new school year
dragging out seven hours later
bedraggled and upset,
angry about something
Requires much more of me
Than is required usually
Not at all used to being
Required to do anything
Outside of my comfort zone
Glad that this will only
Last a short time
I Will be glad to get
Back to normalcy
Once again once the
New school year begins
Sarah was smart and sassy and wore a tired-looking bun.
Extremely bright, she made the rest of our class look slow and dumb.
I despised her right away.
Would not invite her to play.
Got to know her years later.
And she was tremendously fun, so I was the dumb one.
The Love of My Life
Flowing tresses of.blond hair and deep blue eyes
We flirted, promising our undying love for each other
I was captivated by her girlish charm and wit
After nine steamy months it came to an end
I moved to a new school district to start third grade
dancin' in Puddles
sometimes getzya wet
with elements worthy
tho oft taught discouragely.
I like mud 'tween my toes
Don't like grass up my nose
Grasshoppers are cool
So is old school
And new school is too
believe it or not
more pends on the care tos
than clutchin to..... whot?
Four
men are
walking me
to my new school
because white people don’t want black kids here.
That’s what I heard. Maybe they’ll change their minds
when they see that
I am here
just to
learn.
February 12, 2021
entered in Eve Roper's Double Tetractys 7 Contest Photo 1
Day one at a new school.
In a new place
And a new life
Where I know nobody
And nobody knows me.
I can be whoever I want to be
Silent Shadow
or Shining Star
Mean Girl
or Nice One
Just Plain Ugly
or Stunningly beautiful
Super Smart
or Complete Moron.
It all depends
On whom I am
Day one at a new school.
6/26/13
Just 30 little days in which to turn around
A whole new season, new school year
The cooled breeze scented with academia,
apples and the most tenacious of roses
Spiders invading bathtubs, lazy bees
Stubbled fields, the grass now yellow
where emerald blades once flourished
6 Sept 2011
There I was lost in her gaze
Pretty brown eyes with the most beautiful face
Eyes so beautiful they gave a bright shine
I was content with them being just mine
But when they gazed away I felt very distraught
I traveled alone with a broken heart
Time flew by and I detested myself
because her gaze now looked upon someone else...
I remember
Coming home
To hear the words
Then weeping in bed
I remember
The weeping
The crying
The mourning
I remember
Words of remembrance
Last goodbyes
More people cry
I remember
Last year
Moving
Losing
I remember
New school
New friends
New beginning
I will never forget
I will always care
I will keep striving
I remember
Reading
Writing
Arrhythmic
Are taught at school
Through methods cruel
Disciplinary tool
But choose ye a new school
Dim the light's
Call and end to time
Of nursery rhymes
Reading times
If you can tear your attention
Away from the television screen
Ages 5 till 16
What you have just seen
Is in no way real
Does that any way diminish
Its appeal???????????????
Late nights over early mornings.
We pride ourselves in earnings,
from tirelessly overworking,
breaking ourselves entirely,
rewards keep us company,
as they set the bar higher,
for the next spread of sheets.
Like creatures of the night,
we pile up the work load,
once the sun sets for the moon,
as stars twinkle twinkle on cue.
Time will tell a tale as expected,
maybe tomorrow too soon.
A new Path to forge and make
a new Suit of Skin to don
new Task's, in hand to take
a new School of Thought to belong
new Trials and Tribulations to test the way
new Effort's that are held in sway.
The Old now is Done
time of Life, for Another one
then a new Birth to comprehend
a new Death to follow and apprehend
it is but, So to understand
to take Life's song Celestial in hand,
A new Abode, perhaps a new land.
As sure as the sun rise,
A new school year begins.
Late sleeping is over,
Except for weekends.
Middle school has arrived,
For my sweet Arlyn dear.
For my fearless Austin,
Second grade is here.
With every year passing,
The brighter you become.
You're growing so fast,
Pretty soon you'll be done.
Good luck to my darlings,
On the very first day.
And the rest of the year,
Like a dragon you'll slay.
sparkling joy
our new school district wide mission statement
so not just for one school
for all forty-two schools
I LOVE IT!
my soul sister also LOVES it!
so many of our co-workers wear their sparkling joy t-shirts
with angry faces
and downcast eyes
spreading misery wherever they go
Sparkling joy to no one
I had hoped those shirts might be magical I said to my soul sister.
I know, she agreed.
I know.
Bob holds his tattered Travis to his chest.
He was Bob's pet. Now--stuffed--he's still the best!
Bob’s parents, at wit’s end, make this request:
“He’s old. Let him retire!” but Bob’s obsessed.
He counters, “I start soon at my new school.
I’ll take him too. They’ll all think he’s WAY cool!”
“They won’t!” said Mom. “They’ll think you are a fool.
Since you’re the principal, some might be cruel.”
January 25, 2022
NUMBER ONE AT LAST
Crouched over a desk with knees tucked under
Echoes of that old schoolroom haunt me still
The teacher’s comments as loud as thunder
It seemed to me I was put through the mill
Vocal contempt at my quivering quill
Always marked down across all the classes
A record of failures and no passes
But Autumn term and a new school beckoned
My life changed when I was prescribed glasses
I mostly came first and rarely, second
Freedom rises in patriotic hues,
Lowered to half mast in mourning.
Abecedarians first salute of red, white and blues.
Greeting of new school day on slate-gray morning.
Pole sealed in globular cement — a foundation
Of a world of promise waving in the winds of fate.
Learning with loud claps of chalk dust in ovation.
Every student shaped by curved line or straight.
8/7/2018
Acrostic and Quatrain poetry contest
Sponsor: Savannah Brown
Combinations of cute and cool
Usually do not appear
As someone who is such a dear,
Thus breaking conventional rules.
A new school, that can be old school,
Who is clearly without a peer;
Approachable without a fear,
Possessing all of the right tools.
Therefore, this posed poetic treat
Is given, for what it is worth,
To a woman worthy to greet,
Obviously unique since birth,
Making it a pleasure to meet
An angel, who is down to earth!