Science Son Poems

“MORE THAN HOPE”(written by: Michelle Lynn LeBlanc 11/01/2023)
Dedicated to my son, Jayden Donald LeBlanc
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You have given me More Than Hope
When hope was all I had
The...

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One year Passed Damian Junior 
Was 15 months old. Damian 
Graduated from West Virginia 
University institute of Technology 
With honors and an
Associate of Applied Science...

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Why can't the world be like it was when I was young
    No one cleaning up dog-due dung

  Kids dying right...

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When she gave birth to you, your mom 
lay resting in her bed
and wondered what you would be like
three decades up ahead.

She thought you might...

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I
watched
attentively as
each fold was
creased so carefully and precisely,
and then tested with great care to exact the chosen form.
It was made worthy
of long, sustained
flight to compete
with...

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Sex and Grades

Teachers in my time 
taught math, and science and history. 
We never cared if they were single, 
or married or divorced. 
It never...

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Elysian fields long since embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy General Electric satellite)
just a tad more'n eighteen plus months ago,
nevertheless melancholy
still plucks mine heart strings.

Mine...

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My Gentlemen, 
I have done all it takes.
Made fore my man, was a formless frame
Worked by a wombsman, unplaned, clear of grain
A brittle whittled acorn...

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your world will end
you know the trend

unless you grab the now and run
ensure companies do their share
vote leaders in who dare to care
for this our...

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Professed paean pronounced
and adroitly produced
upon spirit of deceased
named Boyce Brandon Harris.

First year anniversary since
cremains distributed across four winds
his soul remains alive within me.

Impressed upon mine...

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In Classical Antiquity, “Cornucopia” means plenty,
A symbol of abundance, nourishment overflowing;
That was my Mother, a Cornucopia for many,
In her lifetime of service to others, without...

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Mine, all
Loose call. 

Open,
Chokin’. 

No frills,
Some ills. 

Change this,
Get this.

Change this,
No dis. 

Change this,
Get miss.

Med sure,
The lure. 

Ingrain,
The strain. 

Sit-ups,
My cups. 

No doubt,
The shout....

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My mom loved to mix her imagination with reality
which meant her stories had a few twists 
I called her world Dreamality…making her a dreamalist.

I remember...

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Whoa mommy 
Oh where's daddy?
Am i the only son?
I guess he became A ghost
After conserving me, 
Destined to be in the dark
Formulated obstacles and schedules.
And...

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Let me say, 
I am not going to comfort you, 
With riches and gold, 
Nor am gonna keep you warm,
All the seasons with some reasons....

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