Nostalgia Teacher Poems

Headstrong, with an ageless broken heart,
I erased the memories of childhood,
And painted them back in frail colors, blushing pinks,
Pastels like jewels fading from my trembling...

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I thought she was old when I saw her,
Ancient to me only just reached four.
I remember still those feelings as mam 
Deserted me to her...

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The tiny old school, which was my first guide,
has become a museum of a distant age.
The playground--swings, bars, and slide,
still stand in mute dismemberment stage.

A...

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Magic silver key,
fits into my silver shoes.
I was now set free,
I now owned many sidewalks.
My new skates were a big thrill.

 

Date Written: 8/4/2022

2 Place

Childhood...

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Acrostic Memory

Acrostics introduced in fifth grade on a rainy winter afternoon
Careful crafted choice of words written in lyric cadence hues
Rhythmic flow like music class -...

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O, rats. I've been assigned to write a serious poem
  As if a boy can snap his fingers and grow 'em
What's worse, I hear...

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I remember the lineups in highschool
we all wanted to study spanish
that sexy exotic language
stirring our dreams to travel

but a selected few where taken aside
we were...

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I mustn’t shiver I mustn’t quake
Alas, of late
I have more than one candidate

My 1st favorite teacher is…
Mrs. Hammin my teacher with green hair
In the six...

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Ding Dong School
was decidedly uncool
~ unhip even back in the day

Now ding dongs are snacks
Or students, who brains lack 
   They're always wrong
...

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The new strategy schoolchildren are learning is called ‘find your voice’.
Amazing to me, as I think many of them have definitely already found theirs.
When I...

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She can’t be left-handed, my mother told my dad.
Miss Kneeland, the first grade teacher says it’s simply not the fad.
There must be something wrong with...

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I’ve seen a wasteful of these dry classrooms,
One study in particular mocks me, 
The textbook that never retired till June, 
Indeed, her mass theories taunted...

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Prelude
The student sits, perpendicular to the piano
Back erect, fingers curled, knees just barely under the keys
Feet not touching the floor
Eyes bright with wonder

The finger strikes...

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Submitted to the "Gone Fishin" contest
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Trollin’ the islands at Texoma,
It was April, 1964.
New rod and reel in hand,
I’d NEVER been fishing before.

A Garcia 2510T casting...

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Over fifty years have passed,
Tho’ it seems like just the other day;
My father gave me golf clubs,
“It’s a game you need to learn to play.”

He...

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