School Sonnet Poems

Poetry Soup Premiere Contest winner
MOTHER'S DAY poetry contest sponsored by Benjamin Bartley, April 2025

Morning starts early, before it gets light
Opening cupboards, to see what’s in...

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This time is chaotic, a whirlwind of strife,
I’ve rushed to my people, giving them my life.
The sacred place to me, Shokpartogay,
A witness to the childhood...

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Tinkle of chime, of time, of blizzard blast.
The kids are off and hope for snow to gush.
The skies are scanned with hopeful overcast.
Return to school...

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I walked on stage.
Singing one of Cyndi Lauper's songs.
I sang a sweet melody, and everyone sang along.
My voice sounded sweet and strong.
I woke up from...

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(a disastrous morning Sonnet)

I am the very model of a girl who’s late for morning meal,
my charger failed, the printer jammed, the morning’s start has...

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The world I used to love seems upside down.
I use my phone, and I get a robot.
Oftentimes I just hang up with a frown.
The tempers...

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It started with the beeping of my clock.
Sometimes I want to bash that irksome thing.
My dog barked for his food and then a walk.
While walking...

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Fresh football fixtures, fill our Saturdays
kids all get haircuts and new shoes for school
white summer dresses are folded away
north winds caress us as evenings turn...

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Mother of Divine Babe
Jesus or Father Christ
Jesus when young 
Grew up became His Church High Priest

Stating the facts
Father Christ Church is Roman Catholic
Have fullness of...

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The roots of conditioning go in deep,
letting soul take not a consciousness leap,
so becoming slow and slower yet still,
this is the way to God we...

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Time was when in a golden age begun
  a boy was I and a vision was she,
and at the heart of her constellation 
...

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     The doctor’s practice went to waste
        the moment that the medic faced
 ...

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In my youth's frolic at King Lear and Pi
  all my daze was a Shakespearean tale.
Not algebra, not prose did edify
  yet test...

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When the sable ink flirted with the quill 
How my muse blushed and blotted with a thrill
Upon parchment that submitted at will
To the words that...

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When the chilly nights begin to subsides
every flower begins to open up
The weddings begin, producing spring brides
Now, the birds who left begin to fly home

The...

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