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In simpler times this one-room school was new.
Now, standing near her timeworn frame, I cry.
Yet here in bygone days fine children grew.
A belfry white, with red brick walls stacked high.
Slate shingles on its roof held rains at bay,
and hearth-stoked fires kept students warm and dry.
The years have seen the brick and timbers sway.
Her memories are echoes on the wind,
yet voices from that past still beg us, stay!
I wish this plot of earth could once rescind
and rejoin times those joyful children knew.
Time and decay mean such dreams be chagrined.
On this ground youth and learning both rang true,
the one-room school of ancient, weathered hue.
One Room School
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US SCHOOLS, US RULES
Yes, in the USA and probably some other places too
Distances are such that they still do bus kids to school
A good local service, as many would agree that’s true
But car drivers in a hurry should never act like a fool
If held up whenever a yellow school bus might stop
The law enforceable rear sign means stop, it is a rule
One never can be sure that there isn’t a nearby cop
Overtaking a parked school bus always risks shunts
Accept the fine, it’s never worth taking it to the top
The driver or monitor can’t be everywhere at once
There will be a kid, who may just suddenly appear
But if they are hit, it’s the driver who is the dunce
They say, don’t ignore the stop sign, but never fear
‘Cos we don’t do big yellow school busses over here
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"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
I'd help milk the goat and feed our two pigs
and loved being outside in the warm sun
picking potatoes whilst my father digs
We'd go to the coast it was so much fun,
driving for miles in dad's Volkswagen car,
dad would buy big ice creams for everyone!
My primary school was not very far
I'd walk there with my mother every day
academically I wasn't a star!
I was a tomboy, I guess I should say
and never played with dolls when I was small
I dreamed of throwing sis's Barbie away!
Just a few memories, I can recall
I have many more... but won't share them all
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20/11/20
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We search for joy in permanence
Thus pursue objects of desire
In this world of transience
The bliss that we aspire
Is but pulse of love in motion
Yet we flounder about, till we tire
When ego fades, we’re in elation
That’s when thoughts recede
In stillness of meditation
Cessation ends our greed
We disappear, attention’s still
Baton of awareness to God cede
Heart’s emptiness, bliss throbs fill
God alone being the mover
We do as He does will
Divine umbrella, soul cover
From head to feet, bliss replete
Touched by grace, we’re a believer
Who’ll believe there’s magnetic heat
Divine paradox is beyond mind
Most resist the bliss beat
As ego tightens it’s bind
Fear and desire being it’s fuel
We’re free following pathways kind
Back to school, love’s the only rule
Let us be then wise, not a fool
18-February-2022
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"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
One thing that we kids loved was listening
to Disney records. Then when came first snow
we’d run outside and see it glistening.
Down hills on sleds so gleefully we’d go,
or on a frozen pond we liked to skate.
Boots and scarves we wore, for cold winds would blow.
But it was summer for which we could not wait,
rejoicing in June, once let out of school!
Chasing fireflies into night, we stayed up late.
Sometimes we walked two miles to city pool.
Later we got bikes and rode them in the sun.
We loved “hose play,” in the spray – staying cool!
Kickball; playing in the park till day was done!
Childhood with my siblings was so much fun.
Nov. 21, 2020 for the Terza Rima Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
Take sugar canes; if not, take bitter gourds.
Munch, while listening to my tales, Chums,
My heroic acts ... mischievous records.
Before becoming a teen, ah, beat Drums!
I had a lover, a beautiful maid,
A lovely dame who enticed me with plums.
Straight I went with the rooster's call, and stayed
With her; lay in her lap; explored her map;
And with jackals' howling, homeward I swayed.
Just after school, I went back to her lap,
Drowned in her sap, till rooster did me call.
So wild was our love; so tempt was her tap.
But our love had a crack --- had a great fall;
I went to a town school, and roamed with teams,
Leaving my love, and my lovelier doll.
My lover was the wood, that gleamed through beams;
Sweeter is that scene; I see in my dreams.
Jan. 19, 2021 (Originally posted on Nov. 22, 2020)
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(46) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Contest sponsor: Brian Strand
Syllabic count: 10 syllables in each line (Ref. Poetry Soup)
*A 3rd Place* in the following contest (judged on Nov. 28, 2020)
Nov. 22, 2020
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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
Gatherings and parties I attended
when I was young are memories so dear,
for they’ve endured as treasures most splendid!
My friends from school inhabited one sphere
that mattered to me when youth had begun.
The parties with my school chums brought such cheer.
The birthday parties – oh they were so fun -
like those held at the roller skating rink -
a rush of pleasure loved by everyone!
The parties where we didn’t sleep a wink
were oddly labeled slumber parties! We
would party, but we gal pals did not drink.
We got high on laughter and repartee!
Such girly girls, we’d gossip and we’d squeal
at ghost tales until dawn’s first light we’d see.
Another part of childhood – a big deal -
was family. I looked most forward to
reunions, meeting cousins with great zeal.
What fun to see my cousins all anew
since rarely did I see them all year long,
so when we’d meet, there was a lot to do.
I loved when cousin Steven came along
(a crush of mine!) Off we’d then run and play.
With relatives it felt cool to belong.
A great buffet we’d have on Christmas day,
and Secret Santa gifts we would receive.
No other Christmas seemed a better way.
My memories of these times do not leave.
Friends and family are precious, I believe.
Oct. 7, 2022
for Brian Strand's 'YOUR PREFERENCE' Poetry Contest
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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The sun rose soon, that day, for an unmatched deal.
I went to a park to muse paternity.
That day, I felt proud and scared. The path ordeal.
Thrive in the way of wild soul modernity.
A concept follows a thriving mood of hope.
People who swell their worth flaunt perversity.
The baby's eyes are soft since they lack a scope.
I'm in awe of our son's sense of compassion.
He proved faith beyond the zenith and the slope.
I praised my youngster's unrivaled dispassion.
I kissed his forehead and cheek as he faced me.
At first glance, our kid has a sublime passion.
You swap as you grasp that God's bliss is the key.
Of bright life gifts, no matter how wide or tall,
Having you as a son, a prime gift to see.
I recall telling you our truths in a drawl,
Playing cards and watching movies was grand fun,
Include eat-outs, pleasure, and watching football.
Or play video games together and run,
They were fun, eating and chatting about school,
I'll never skip those moments when the wheel spun.
I'd crave to ween of you in the swimming pool.
I wish to grasp how our nation was too cool.
Written: October 02, 2022
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - ''T'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Checked by "howmanysyllables.com"
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Each line has 11 syllables
Word bank:
*ween: think
*cope: handle
*tope: to drink hard or frequently
*drawl: slow speak
*flaunt: exhibit, display
*swap: change
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Fourth canto (first part)
The deep slumber was broken in my head
By a strong thunder, so that I woke up
As person forced to arouse from bed;
My rested eye I moved around then deep,
Erect uprisen, and also stared straight
In order of the place a knowledge to buildup.
It’s true that I was just in the side trait
Of the deep valley in the sore abyss
Where infinite troubles one has to wait.
Obscure and foggy was certainly this
So much that, having my face deeply stuck,
Anything there my sight was bound to miss.
“Now into the world blind straight down we chuck”,
Started to tell the poet completely pale.
“I will be first, and you second to duck”.
And I, seeing his hue and its entail,
Told him: ”How can I come if you just fear
Being the one who supports when I quail?”.
And he to me: “Of people the distress
Lying down here, imprints then on my face
The same compassion you feel due to stress.
Now go, since we have a long way to trace”.
So he moved and so pushed me to step in
The first circle which starts the chasm to lace.
Here, to extent of what you could listen,
Never was heard so much crying which ails
And made the eternal air quake and spin;
This happened without any torment bales,
Which had the crowds, many and large indeed,
Of infants, of women and of males.
The good master to me: “Do not you need
To know which souls are these that you see?
You must be aware, before you proceed,
They did not sin; if have worth as a fee
Is in vain, baptism they did not receive,
Which is the door to faith that you agree;
And if they lived before the Christ achieve,
They did not properly adored to God:
And to these I myself pertain and cleave.
Due to this lack, and not for being sod,
We are lost, and offended in a way
That to a life with no hope we must nod”.
Great grief then kept me when I heard his say,
Because people of value very high
Who I met in limbo compelled to stay.
“Tell me, my master, you that underlie”,
I started willing briefly to be sure
On that faith with no error to rely:
“Nobody came out of here, being pure
Or with intercession, blessed became?
And he understanding my say obscure,
Answered: “Short after in this state I came,
When I saw arriving a man with sway,
Crowned with signs of victory and great fame.
The soul of the first father took away,
His son Abel and Noah could bring,
And Mose’s loyal who gave the laws array;
Abraham’s patriarch and David’s king,
Israel with his father and his breed
And with Rachel, which took under his wing,
Many others, to be blessed agreed.
And I want to let you know that, before,
No human soul’s salvation had succeed”.
While he was speaking we were walking more ,
But the wilderness we were going through,
The wilderness, I mean, of souls hard core.
Not very long the way we had to do
Before night, when I saw a fire bright
Which dark hemisphere was able to hue.
We were still far more than a little bite
But not much so I could partly discern
The honorable people lying in that site.
“You that raise science and art with concern,
Who are these having honor just so great
That a different mode deserve in turn?”
And he to me: “The honored fame and trait
Which sounds up there where really you live
Mercy in heavens grows who pass them straight”.
Meanwhile a voice I heard to me arrive:
“Do honor to the poet which is at top;
His soul comes back, next had to derive”.
When that voice was calm and allayed to stop,
I saw four big shades toward us to come:
They did not show delight or of mood drop.
The good master then started telling some:
“Look well at the one holding that big sword,
Who is by of three as a king become:
That is Homer who all other poets scored;
Horace the satirist is the other;
Ovid the third, Lucan last of the board.
Since all of them now welcomes me further
According to the voice before I heard,
They honor me, and then are good farther.
So I saw the well worthy school conferred
Of that lord in the most distinguished song
Which over others flies as eagle bird.
After they friendly reasoned enough long,
They turned their heads to me sending a nod,
And then my master smiled for that along;
And they gave me honor even more broad,
Since they made me member of their array,
So I was sixth in all that wisdom laud.
So then we moved toward the light our way,
Speaking of things at best silent to keep,
Like it was speaking where I had to stay.
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