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Poem Details | by Cameron Hartley |
Categories: boyfriend, culture, cute love, humorous, love, racism, spanish,

Notes on Dating a Latino: What You Don't Learn in High School Spanish Class

OneLatino boys like Buffalo Wild WingsIt isn't clear why, but it's definitely emerging as a pattern.

TwoLatino boys are persistentWhen he asks to kiss you for the first time, say noWhy? Because you've known him for a matter of weeks and he is not your boyfriend yetDon't worry..he will continue to ask every week until you say yes.

ThreeLatino boys are really good kissers.

FourLatino boys love their familyHis cousins are best friends, so you probably already know several of themIf any of his cousins also like you, you might think this is problematicYour boyfriend will tell you that it's normal, and it's just because they're jealous, and not to worry about itYou will probably worry about it anywaySometimes it's better to let things go.

FiveLatino boys are romanticHe will tell you how he loves you in two languages and struggle to find an apt metaphor which he can pronounce in the English languageSince his English isn't perfect, he uses his hands to compensate when he speaks,  uses a tilt of his head, a shift in his voice; he says most with his eyes, when he isn't speaking at all.

SixNotice how he lights up when he smiles at you, like the sunrise..remember that the word for smile in Spanish is sonrisa.

SevenWhen he offers to teach you the meringue, say yesWhen you trip over each other's feet, laughWhen his face moves close to yours..kiss him.

EightWhen your racist father starts talking about socioeconomic classes, remind him that unlike your brother's American friends, your friends are sober(Well, more soberDo not bring up tequilaThey're not potheads, at least.) Besides, your Spanish teacher is thrilled with your miraculous improvement in spoken Spanish.

NineWhen you go bowling with him and his cousins and he whispers in your ear that people are staring at us, tell him it's just because they're jealous that I have a boyfriend that will dance with me in public.

Ten"Te amo" is a phrase that sounds prettiest when whispered.


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: beauty, class, fear, history, love, people, places,

On Maydays Day

I turn to my girl highlighting Mayday is near A day of spectacle that the whole village views There's Jesters of folly and Knights without fear Witnessing lances and jokes, always going askew To view such we can venture along different ways We can stroll by the river listening to many sounds In awe as we walk amidst most wondrous displays That on any given day beautiful vistas abound Decisions, decisions, as we contemplate which way It's such a special day wondering what to wear Beauty personified will my Olive be on this day Knights or Royal Princes, all they can do is stare So tomorrow we've decided to be our chosen route Two hearts in decision, declaring what's their suit <*> Mayday morn now greets as I turn next to me She my guiding light as beautiful as the dawn Excitement illuminates for into her eyes I see Onto my back I lie, that feel she's now upon Into this day we go heading along the river Crystal clear translucent such serenity in it's flow Under greened canopies cooled shaded deliver Wafting leaved dress in delightful fanned throw We sense the clearings near for scents we sense Sporadic clusters in capture of welcoming eyes Mayday games have started, distant heard suspense Knights on horseback mounted, now in espy Now we're in amidst encapsulated we now are She's here to cheer, her Sir James, soon to spar <*> Balcony she now awaits, white steed he's now astride Blinkered pairings gallop towards intended foe To win this Mayday he, to fight for her his bride Eliminate his enemy, witness his crimson flow His lance in now connect, thrown metal disperses Petals of beauty hurled of rainbows selected Images of we, now thinking marital rehearses To know on this day, her intended she's elected Moments of their previous now in recent past Knowing they're now free in kaleidoscopic stream Spectrum of feelings now in view full cast In colourful extremes, fight for your dreams .


Poem Details | by FABIYAS M V |
Categories: love

TYPE- WRITING CLASS

A.S.D.F……..he typed,
Retyped,
Again did it, again, again………
Tick….tick, tick….tick……minutes sicken.

Soon his nearby seat she took,
A new student with hairs black,
Just a glance,
Next day, a smile, sprouted silent roots.

She got up and turned;
Her shampoo smelling hairs patted
On his face,
By chance.

That night on red bed his,
Fancy dress contest of fancies.
In love birth pain,
He does roll, twist, turn…………

He is earlier student, day next,
In attires newest.
But she came never,
Vanished in the life clouds.

Slim…..brown…..gentle…..
Still lingers shampoo smell.
His solitude pokes the sensorium,
Recollections….tick….tick, tick….seriatim.


(Set against shy rural background)
FABIYS M V


Poem Details | by RA Shagun |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, first love, mentor, proposal, romance, school, teen, valentines day,

The Class Guide

Me....,
a shy.,
 and 
bashful guy
always kept me.,
confined to last bench..
down my head,
huddled heart ,
blenched my breathes and 
arms always clenched..


Staring with a thief eye
to each one 
around  me 
but confrontation
was not my forte,
this fragility always
kept  me away 
from my very interest
and invariably
was a thwart.

   
New day in the class,
New teachers and 
Classmates too.,
but for me
each day was new
and each one., who? 


Newly painted class 
curtained each side,
The Teacher announces
our new class guide...


In actual fact
I wasn't a beauty gaper,
but this time
she forced me too sharper...
hardly I lavished my time 
in any admiration..,
but this would give,
drive to my contemplation.., 
breaking the ice to her
difficult and caffeine  beauty
eyes were clear and watered ,
lips were glossy and frooty..


Tallest and 
her collar in the same way.,
I stared alot but
kept her eye away..
walk like breeze 
silent and cool
smile like blooming lily.,
none of her company
can stand by her
she was the perfect dilly..


Crowd would stop
while she starts 
mostly buring in vex.,
she wants pin drop silence 
 in the class,otherwise,
 bitter pills to suspects..


The same rain
I got whole year,
Whole year 
I got ,
teacher will start ,
we all will set ,
and I will get lost,
The last day of
this beautiful phase 
I was loosing carelessly.,
No courage,
No rescue ,
The day cutting readily.

God miracle  or 
some boon ,
when she came ,  
in her black shoon..,
shrinking and shy 
asked me a favour.,
Reaching to the seventh heaven
I started quiver..


Yea....Yea...
I did it
and then asked my will..


Very courageous., 
honestly it was
to utter such word.,
but......,I knew 
It was the
last chance
and never again for
me....., 
such a coward..


So....I did 
did it fast
listening it....,
she got locked
'No Words'
 she said
but I....,
I did it
did it
Yea..., 
I do.
 
                                                                                                by-Shagun


Poem Details | by Kishan sharma |
Categories: beautiful, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bird, birth, birthday, blue, class, computer, corruption, creation, dad, day, deep, girl, love, love hurts, missing, missing you, moon,

Love for someone,

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Life has listened to me,
Why do you co-exit?
Love you all,
We all hate hatred.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?


Everyone broken my heart,
Why do you do me love?
Why do you want us everything?
We have given everything to us only punishment.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, beautiful, blessing, dream, light, love, star,

A class of it's own

In time gone by bells ring 
We hold on to all the precious moments 

When paths cross answers unfold true 
Feelings mix with emotions 
building blocks in life finding the truth 

A love worth keeping 
Stored in the house of memories 
In you beautiful always
blows all dreams away beyond hope
 
Leaving that one remaining 
Caught in a soul's silent whispering 
to the heartbeat's murmur 
 
Flying over the moon 
Into the stars Embraced with love 
forever in a lifetime remains beautiful
I found you filled with light dream


Poem Details | by Michael Wegman |
Categories: care, class, confidence, earth day, happy, love, nature,

Unconditional Love

Her love was amazing—it encompassed all;
Unconditional—never filled with condemnation,
Despite my predilection toward unmitigated gall,
And unrelenting juvenile reverence for flirtation.
The years did lapse, all consternation lost;
All apathy, on my part, long since tossed,
Replaced by unearthliness, for life’s remaining duration.

11/20/2018


Poem Details | by Kim van Breda |
Categories: daughter, daughter, school, baby, nature, beautiful, age, old, class, time, age, baby, beautiful, class, daughter, hockey, love, nature, old, sad, school, time, high school,

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY
FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND ADMIRE.
TRUE TO YOUR NATURE YOU ARRIVED WITHOUT FUSS OR PAIN--THE FIRST TIME OUR EYES MET WE KNEW OUR LIVES WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME

AS A BABY AND TODDLER YOU MADE US SO PROUD
YOUR VERY LONG HAIR, GREEN EYES AND SMILE-
ALL THOSE GOOD LOOKS MADE YOU STAND OUT IN A CROWD
YOU STARTED TALKING EARLY WITH MANY VOICEPRINTS 
YOUR CHARM AND GOOD LOOKS HAVE NOT STOPPED SINCE
YOU LOVED YOUR DOLLS AND PRAMS-- DREAMT OF BEING A “SINGER”
 AND VERY QUICKLY LEARNED HOW TO WRAP YOUR DAD AROUND YOUR LITTLE FINGER
YOUR BIG BROTHER DEVON--BEST FRIEND AND PROTECTER 
MOST OF THE TIME YOU GOT ON PERFECTLY TOGETHER

FROM AN EARLY AGE YOU SHOWED YOUR LOVE OF SWIMMING
AGE TWO AND A HALF YOU WERE ABLE AND WILLING
TO SWIM UNDER WATER AND DO MANY LENGTHS
THIS WAS CLEARLY ONE OF YOUR SPORTING STRENGTHS
AT AGE THREE YOU COULD BARELY WAIT TO START PLAYSCHOOL
“MISS INDEPENDENCE”, WAS YOUR GENERAL RULE
THE SLIDE AND JUNGLE GYM WERE YOUR FAVOURITE SPOTS
 AND TO OUR HORROR YOU WOULD CLIMB RIGHT TO THE TOP!
AT AROUND THIS TIME, YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND YOU MET-
 HE LIVED NEXT DOOR, AND HIS NAME WAS BRETT

SOON IT WAS TIME FOR  PRE-SCHOOL
YOU LOVED YOUR TEACHER--YOUR NEW FRIENDS WERE COOL
‘SPRING BONNETS’ AND THE END OF YEAR SCHOOL PLAYS
THE TEDDY BEAR CLASS GAVE YOU SOME REAL SPECIAL DAYS
NEXT WAS ‘BIG SCHOOL’ AND YOUR FIRST CLASS
WE WERE SERIOUSLY ANXIOUS BUT FOR YOU JUST ANOTHER ‘MISS INDEPENDENCE’ TASK
LETTERLAND, MATHS AND LEARNING TO READ
YOU EXCELLED AT ALL THAT WITH INCREDIBLE SPEED
YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS CONTINUED THROUGH GRADES 2, 3 AND FOUR
YOUR PLACE IN THE SWIMMING TEAM HELPED YOUR SCHOOL WIN MORE

OUR MOVE TO AUSTRALIA… SAD FAREWELLS TO YOUR FRIENDS AND YOUR PETS 
BUT, GREAT EXCITEMENT YOU FELT AT ADVENTURES TO BE MET
A NEW SCHOOL--“METHODIST LADIES COLLEGE”
NEW FRIENDS--JUMPING A GRADE-- MET WITH SUCH POSITIVE COURAGE
YOU MADE US SO PROUD IN THE WAY YOU ADAPTED
MRSWILLIAMSON SAID YOU WERE THEIR NEW CLASS ‘ASSETT’
.
THE ‘MR BEE’ SPELLING AWARD AND MANY MERITS LATER 
WE ALL GOT HOMESICK-- BUT YOUR POSITIVE NATURE DID NOT WAVER
THE DECISION WE MADE TO RETURN TO CAPE TOWN 
CAUSED YOU HEARTBROCKEN TEARS AND A PERMANENT FROWN
ONCE AGAIN A SAD FAREWELL TO YOUR NEW FOUND FRIENDS 
RETURNING TO S.AFOR OLD ONES TO MAKE AMMENDS

IT WASN’T VERY LONG THAT YOU PICKED UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF AT ALL
 ADDED TO YOUR TALENTS WERE NOW TEAM HOCKEY AND NETBALL

AS YOU APPROACHED THE FIRST OF YOUR TEEN YEARS
WITH YOUR LOOKS AND CHARM, INEVITABLY THE BOYFRIENDS WOULD APPEAR
SHOPPING, MOVIES AND MANY PARTY SLEEP-OVERS
CHOOSING TRUE FRIENDS AND DUMPING THE LOSERS
DANCE SHOWS AND DANCING EXAMS… YOU EXCELLED AT HIP- HOP
 FUN AND OF COURSE THE DESIRE TO SHOP

THE END OF JUNIOR SCHOOL-- THE FINAL ASSEMBLY—AWARDS
TROPHIES FOR SPORTSMANSHIP AND YOUR S.R.CPRIZE GOT MANY APPLAUDS
SAD FEELINGS AT LEAVING YOUR OLD SCHOOL BEHIND 
EXCITEMENT AT STARTING HIGH SCHOOL WOULD SOON COME TO MIND
NO PROBLEM TO YOU, IT WAS ALL JUST A BREEZE 
AS YEAR BY YEAR YOU CONTINUED TO ACHIEVE
SWIMMING AND ‘A’ TEAM HOCKY MATCHES ON THE ASTRO TURF 
YOU EVEN STARTED TO LEARN HOW TO SURF
FRIDAY AFTERNOON CHRISTIAN MEETINGS AND EVENING CHURCH YOUTH
WE WERE SO HAPPY YOU FOUND GOD AND HIS TRUTH

THE REST OF HIGH SCHOOL PASSED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE WHILE 
YOUR LIST OF ACHIEVEMENTS REMAINED EXCEPTIONALLY HIGH
YOUR ORGANISATIONAL SKILLS WERE ASTOUNDING
COPING WITH TOUGH SUBJECTS LIKE MATHS, SCIENCE AND ACCOUNTING
IN HOCKEY AND SWIMMING YOU MADE THE TOP TEAMS
NO SURPRISE AT ALL THAT SWIMMING COACHES MOVED IN ON THE SCENE.

THEY CULTIVATED YOUR TALENTS FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH
EVERY YOUR NIGHT YOUR PASSION SAW YOU DOING MANY LENGTHS
WEEKENDS OF GALA’S AND NATIONAL SWIMMING
S.A.SHORT COURSE, YOUR P.B’S, AND FAIR SHARE OF WINNING
TOGETHER WE CELEBRATED YOUR PLACE IN   W.PSCHOOL CHAMPS THAT YEAR 
SO PROUD OF OUR BEAUTIFUL SWIMMER ALWAYS AHEAD OF HER PEERS 
.
FIRST YEAR AT UNIVERSITY YOU BECAME SO INDEPENDENT
 STARTING YOUR STUDIES AS A B.ScSTUDENT
IT WAS ALSO THE YEAR YOU LEARNED TO DRIVE
GOT YOUR LICENSE—DAD SPOILT YOU—NEW CAR—RESPLENDENT


YOUR FAITH AND TRUST IN THE LORD STILL REMAINS FIRM
AS YOU WALK AND GROW SPIRITUALLY DAILY WITH HIM

SO MUCH HAS CHANGED, AND YET SOME THINGS REMAIN
YOU BEAUTY AND TALENTS SO EASILY MAINTAINED
YOUR  LOVE OF SWIMMING AND OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENTS IN WATER
YOU KNOW WE WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR NO1 SUPPORTERS
AND NOW YOU ARE 21, SWEETHEART 
YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU-- TODAY IS JUST THE START
IT SEEMS LIKE JUST YESTERDAY THAT YOU WERE BORN—
OUR DAUGHTER~LOVES BRIGHT SHINING LIGHT~ WE ADORE
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED IN EVERY WAY 
WISHING YOU GOD’S RICHEST BLESSINGS ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY
HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO OUR BABY GIRL

TO HAVE YOU AS A DAUGHTER HAS BEEN A REAL PLEASURE
-YOU HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL BE OUR MOST BEAUTIFUL TREASURE-

(FOOTNOTE: OUR DAUGHTER WILL BE 23 THIS YEAR, HAS COMPLETED HER BScAND HONOURS DEGREE’S IN PHYSIOLOGY AND GENETICS AND NOW DOING HER MASTERS DEGREE IN EXERCISE SCIENCESHE IS ALSO A PROFESSIONAL TRIATHLETE—DOING SWIMMING, CYCLING AND RUNNING AS ONE DISCLIPLINE)


Poem Details | by Dylan Catalano |
Categories: friendship, growing up, introspection, love, passion, romance, teen,

About the girl in my math class whose name I'm not brave enough to ask - Love

I see no numbers
hers is the only figure
she's my addition


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: america, character, christian, class, community, conflict, confusion, courage, cry, culture, dedication, devotion, faith, kids, forgiveness, freedom, god, hope, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, political, relationship, religion, religious, rights, school, sin, spiritual, student, uplifting,

We Need God Back Into Our Schools

We Need God Back Into Our Schools!

There are some trying to remove God from this nation!
They do is under; “a church and state separation.”

For many years,  God was taught in our schools!
Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it’s rules!

As so many young people look to fill life’s “void.”
They try many things that they think they’ll enjoy!

Rather than having God’s word to obey and live by.
They choose the kind of life that they will die by!

Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds.
Are what is now filling so many young people’s minds!

Read the headlines!  Many young people are stressed out!
Yet our government can’t seem to figure it out!

Another shooting…  Another act of violence appears!
While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared!

The answer is not more money to solve their problem!
No matter how much the government tries to solve them!

Let me give you answer It’s called “read the Bible 101!”
It’s time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son!

Our young people need God brought back into their life!
And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife!

Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking!
Only he can give anyone a life that’s everlasting!

Please come Lord Jesus!  And heal the wounded hearts!
It’s everyone one of us, that it needs to start!

No court or school can separate God’s love for you and me!
Where will you spend your eternity?

By Jim Pemberton   10/24/13


Poem Details | by Roberto Santana |
Categories: age, america, appreciation, body, childhood, class, courage,

Love and Respect

I write a poem of misery ,
When first we met, just you and me 
Let joy and happiness, be in our lives
May we live forever, and never die
Let the children grow, into young adults
Lead decent lives, and never smoke ,
Get an education,which they'll surely need ,
To live in this world, in order to succeed
Stay away from drugs ,and all that is bad ,
Treat their bodies good , grow up to be strong ,
Love yourself and family, and never do wrong ,
Because in this world , we would all go mad
Life is short , so live it up ,
While other's are trying , your life to ' Disrupt ,
And everywhere else, there's always distrust  ,
They make it seem , like crime is a must
Help out your neighbors ,
Offer your helping hand ,
Live life to the fullest ,
Cause this world is grand


Poem Details | by Susan Mills |
Categories: lovefear, love,

Love Class 101

It's not like Sociology 101
It's like let's learn about "The One"

As I meander down the hall I stop and stare
Man, he's looking fine, just like a black mare

Oh, concentrate now, where is this class?
Why am I here, to me love has been such an albatross

Don't mean to be crass as I think about the subject
But I want that true love, i wonder, as I project

Why a classroom when I've learned from hard knocks?
Oh, there the stallion runs as the clock tic tocks

Im there! I say to myself, and who the professor?
Teach ourselves to love our hearts no lesser

As our hearts roam free in the classroom of LOVE
My heartaches grow dimmer; we came from GOD above

Love fills the room as our intellects ponder
No, grasses are never green over yonder

When you're loving..simply love
Psychic now, as I see white balloons and doves

Hallucination now or infatuation
Creation or divine situation

We exit now 
We take a bow!

To fear loves reality
is to fear one's higher duality!



Poem Details | by zamir osorov |
Categories: beauty, class, cute love,

The love's secret

I love you, my dear, I dont want miss you
becouse devoted to Europe and Freedom
Its so simple to get it -
even beauty and good soul and kind temper originated from free society and stateAbout this great truth
very well informed
every Latvian citizen and free nations
from Estony to Singapore and Uganda
and could not to get it at all
so many people in Central Asia
poisoned by propaganda.?


Poem Details | by Robert Ronnow |
Categories: class, dad, evil, light, love, time, violence,

Anyone who wants to fight me all the time

"Anyone who wants to fight me all the time"
committee meetings, board meetings.
Facing death was how they knew they were alive
or was it more about allocating resources
like yr Dad said.
It's hard to step outside what yr DNA tells you to do.
Nice tits.
Family farm, fight clubIt's all one yet distinctions are
what separates the librarian, reflective man, from the road and bridge
      crew.
That's a class statementUs guys love
our children and will, circumstances dictating, fight for you.

                       *                             *                             *

"Anyone who wants to fight me all the time"
is more important to me than my wifeBut there is no one left to fight
and no one knows me and I know no one wellThat's good,
"there is more space between people than I'd ever dared to hope."
I'm confused.
Meditator or gunfighterEither could come to know himself,
flat abs, clear sight
with patience and discipline.
What's this:
know yourself?
Once yr knee or neck is smashed there's no getting up to fight.

                       *                             *                             *

"Anyone who wants to fight me all the time"
will grow old alone once I'm in the groundHe will live
with the question what was our purpose? He was managed by
the molecules we're made of, proteins, enzymes, amino acids, DNA.
**** DNA.
I'd rather be a rock.
But the rock is subject to
its elementsThus, the periodic table and particle physics,
meiosis and mitosis and yes, democracy and self-governance,
all the colors of anthropology and ecology, windmills and sundials,
fission and fusion for evil and light
and the devil who exists to carry the load when we misbehave and fight
among ourselves.

                       *                             *                             *

"Anyone who wants to fight me all the time"
is how I know who I am.
Because the truth is always changing, depending on the meeting.
What's good.
Service to others is a safe betThat service
may take many forms: fighting, meeting, teaching, making.
The fighting may be part of holding community togetherLimited scope,
      defensive posture.
"How broadly we define community says everything." So,
we come to Mexico, a violent border and an unhappy history.
Or Gaza and IsraelOr Russia and just about everybody.
"How can a people become a nation without resorting to violence or
      incurring violent reaction?"
Does it matter? Accept violence like any EMT and devote yourself to
what, beauty?
Why do I write about violence, I've almost never
had to fight.

                       *                             *                             *

"Anyone who wants to fight me all the time"
is nothing compared to the ocean which can take your children any time.
The Nazis or janjaweed.
In peace we have our meetings.
"When violence comes to the neighborhood the hierarchy of
      communicants will hold or fold
it is then the peace work proves relevant."
Hold your clod of land.
Give way to the waves.
All I do not know.
I admire the writer who penetrates the unknown by describing that which
is not himself.
His enemy,
anyone who wants to fight him all the time
helps him live outside himself.






Poem Details | by Eilis Philipps |
Categories: class, emotions, feelings, judgement, love hurts, student, teen,

You never know

Coup d'oeil, you tried to comport
For your sake, I obscure my discomfort
As a man of refinement, I dismiss bizarre incitements
Yet the verity of my deeds I shall say in perspectives most iridescent

Compulsive are your manners, and impulsive your mouth
Which rattles and spews out dotty words that douts
You conceive me to be your heart's one true desire
When you pride in another, which sounds as good as dire

Nescient, as you always are, you're not aware
That I only see you as amusement, the only reason I cared
Because I am twice the mich as you perceive yourself to be
And yet you never sumise, surprisingly fooled, all lovesick on me

I guess I should tell you the truth,  for just as much
Since you were a good friend, if you originally intended to be as such
I, your seatmate, am very, very miffed of you
And, truthfully, I know that most of us, most that you know, do too.

Coup d'oeil, you tried to comport
For your sake, I obscure my discomfort
As a man of refinement, I dismiss bizzare incitements
Yet the verity of my deeds I shall say in perspectives most iridescent

Compulsive are your manners, and impulsive your mouth
Which rattles and spews out dotty words that douts
You conceive me to be your heart's one true desire
When you pride in another, which sounds as good as dire

Nescient, as you always are, you're not aware
That I only see you as amusement, the only reason I cared
Because I am twice the mich as you perceive yourself to be
And yet you never sumise, surprisingly fooled, all lovesick on me

I guess I should tell you the truth,  for just as much
Since you were a good friend, if you originally intended to be as such
I, your seatmate, am very, very miffed of you
And, truthfully, I know that most of us, most that you know, do too.

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Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, beauty, blessing, class, dedication, devotion, love,

A Poem On Quotes

A Poem On Quotes


A quote can inspire others to fame
 words to so fiercely spirit tame
Compassion stabbed out with a pen
 heart cracked open , sacrifice then

Never fear to gift hope to others
 think of love, as in our mothers
Take bits of wisdom to freely share
 ladder be damned , take the stairs

Record good thoughts to inspire joy
 leave those to help but not annoy
Angels see our souls often laid bare
 they rejoice when we unselfishly share

Think of others with poetic shared words
Yes, fly we can, it is not just for the birds

Robert JLindley 07-25-2014

My Seven Poetry Quotes
1.To show heart, wisdom and compassion write poetry and 
write it often! 
 by Robert JLindley

2Ink the pen, share with all that will read then.
by Robert J.Lindley

3If a drug you must have, choose poetry and generosity.
by Robert JLindley 

4.To slay the beast deny its feast by writing 
food for thought and savor spiritual inspiration.
by Robert JLindley

5Write to save your soul, always a worthy goal.
by Robert J.Lindley

6Poetry saves lives as does frequent hand washing.
by Robert JLindley

7Hope appeared, poetry was born!
 by Robert JLindley

Over the decades on paper I very often did sign these 
quotes at the end of my writes.
One I left off this list now was during my "bad " years
 it was, 
"Poetry is Death and Torture with a SOFT FEATHER
and no sleep."


Poem Details | by L.C. Jarrette |
Categories: children, class, farewell, graduation, kindergarten, love, teacher,

Memories of a Chalk

Silhouettes fade as summer draws near
Yearning for their presence in this barren room
Rippling sounds of one's laughter cause me to tear
Awakens this reverie like scent perfume

The vastness I never thought existed
Past the hallways where we've spent our youth
Smiles of the little ones thus recollected
Pictures from the bulletins show love and truth

Just as my heart, the red apple sits quietly
Treasuring the bond of our love so pure
The hugs, fights, celebration and anxieties
Carves the path to grow and mature

Oh darlings, it pains me to say goodbye
So please keep this chalk to remember me by.


Poem Details | by dulce santiago |
Categories: anger,

How I love my English Class

" How I love my English Class"
 By: Dulce Santiago

To the people that make me smile in my English class.
 Oh they joy they bring, to my tiny little heart.
 Oh the excitement to be in my class makes me cry.
 Their amazing voices full my life each day.
 The eagerness, to see them completes me each day.
 I really couldn’t think of a better class the my class.
 I even created a song about them.
 You should see my face, lights up as I enter the room.
 They're an excellent class " Oh yes they are”.
 They sure stay in task and always, respect MrsLee.
 So out standing and studious, and so friendly.
 Oh! I wish my English Class could never end.
 So I’d be stuck with this monstrous individuals I think not’.
 I’d rather jump a cliff then bear hearing their conversations about pot.


Poem Details | by Victoria Anderson-Throop |
Categories: love, class, lost, wife, class, lost, cousin,

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN's LOVER part 2

WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN’S LOVER
(Part 2 of 3)

Now Jorgie was a fierce one
Widowed   ‘fore she wed
The object of her passion
A Sea man lost and dead

Jorgie had a small lad
Swaddled piece of sun
And her lovers parents
Coveted this tiny life begun

They didn’t care that he was born
Before the two were wed
They claimed that he was theirs now
A whaling lad- True bred.

The parents of the lover
    had an only child
On his death they lost their hope
Twas like a dream defiled.

Jorgie begged her father
"Keep us out of sight!"
But her father made a traitors deal--
Oft Gold dissolves what’s right.
 
She quickly packed her bag
And off the two did fly
She sold gold jewelry and fine clothes
And kissed her land good bye

Upon a third class ship
She bought a third class bed
The sickness hit her in a storm
She puked until she bled…

Spring Winds they blew black fierce, 
the poor men all were cursed
The scurvy struck them all
There was no last or first

The ship was tossed --the wind blew bad
A wretched ugly sight
Despite the stink ,despite her fear
She battled with her fright.

Didn’t know the language
Didn’t know the style
But Jorgie was determined
To prosper with her child

When she reached the New World
She found cross country trains
And as she crossed the mighty land
She wracked her weary brain.

To organize a new life
And work the whole day long
She came up with a daring plan
She hoped she wasn’t wrong.

She jumped the train at Minot
She had a cousin there
She’d pay his wife to watch the babe
‘til she could raise him fair.

The cousin’s wife had lost her babes
She welcomed the small joy
Jorgie smiled and kissed him tho
Her heart ached for the boy.

She ventured West to logging camps
Set up her fire and pans
Cooked for Nordic loggers
The boldest of bold men.

 ========to be continued (too long for the site...sorry...)
 

Note:  Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname
Her name:  Sena Jorgine Larsen




Poem Details | by Gordon McConnell |
Categories: class, love, music,

Pure Class

Music was always my great love
throughout all my years of living
having liked many types in that time
even although I couldn't really sing

In the past decade of time
I've really loved classical so much
it's a music that reaches to the depth
to effecting the heart with slightest touch

To think I loved punk in seventies
never believed I would change to this
but classical covers such a span
of emotional moods full of bliss

My favourites cover many types
from violin, harp and cello
to clarinet, flute and guitar
some up tempo to others more mellow

It's such a treat to sit quietly
to listen to a classic piece
reading my favourite poetry
such unity entwined wish never cease


Poem Details | by Caleah Buil |
Categories: love, me, class, class, love, me,

When I'm Fallin' For You

He's the kinda guy you should run from
But ya can't help it cause he's so much fun
He's the class clown, the joke of the school
The one you'd always call a fool, 
but I gotta feeling that there's something right here
And I'm gonna find out if he takes me there
Until then I'll just treat him like crap
But stare at him when he turns his back

Cause when I met him, he was cool
Tried to kiss me, was a total tool
Still kinda liked him Which made me a fool, fool, fool
Can't help it when he flirts with me at school
Falling in love is cruelx5
Cause I'm falling for you

He kinda likes me, I know this is true
But I'm not sure if I wanna see this through
How do I know that he really does
When he hits on just about everyone?
But he's the type to keep his feelings in check
And I'm not sure if I want to find out yet
Is this fake? Or is this real?
I won't know till he seals the deal

Cause in class he stared at me
Held my breath
To not scream
Tried my best, to come clean, clean, clean
That I'm falling in love with him you see?
Falling in love is cruelx5
Cause I'm falling for you

What do I need to keep this going?
What do I need to make him stay?
What do I need to keep this flowing?
Cause I know, one day, I can see it happening

When I saw him, today
He hugged me, he called me babe
I slapped him
He ran away, way, way
But he came back to say
Falling in love is cruelx5
I've fallen for you


Poem Details | by Gregory Azor |
Categories: love, passion, romanceclass, class, love, me,

My Class of Love

     My Class of Love
She gave me the chance to learn
How to love romantically in her class
Fail this class was against my will
She was my target, my golden goal
 
Writing love poem to her was my classwork
My quiz evaluated from my romantic elegance 
During our intimate date, that wasn't easy to get
For my mid-exam, I received a sweet wet kiss 
 
As time passing by, my motivation increased
I felt lucky and happy to be under her charms
Our adventure in the philosophy of love was sacred
We left the earth to fly in the world of passionate love
 
I took the result of my final exam in a isolate hut
During our camp in a countryside of Tennessee
She attracted me like a magnet, her eyes tore my heart
I spent an entire night by sucking her sweetness


Poem Details | by Jack Ellison |
Categories: life, love,

A Lady With Class



Love is the reason we inhabit this planet It draws us together like a super charged magnet We search for the one to spend our whole life with Don't want to play the game of hit and miss Want to know from the start that she is the one To shower her with love and tell everyone That I've found my treasure without any doubt This feeling of passion is making me shout Want everyone to know it's the real thing at last This lady before me is a lady with class Searching for years, then the moment arrived Don't know how I even managed to survive Well that's in the past, been married many years Have roared with laughter and shed a few tears It's a really big game, this thing we call life Her name is Catherine and she's my sweet wife! © Jack Ellison 2015


Poem Details | by Cheyenne Nienhueser |
Categories: anger, best friend, betrayal, class, clothes, confusion, depression, desire, faith, forgiveness, future, growing up, hate, how i feel, life, lonely, longing,

Second Chance at love or just forget it

Can this only be the begining of love,
He was perfect in my eyes,
 before he wanted me to change,
whether it was my body or my looks,
 or even the style of my clothes,
 I was too young, 
to realize that he only wanted me 
for one thing
and one thing only,
 and that was to satisfy his lust for the flesh,
But i still loved him,
Even through the betrayal of finding him with a bestfriend,
Who was suppose to never betrayed me,
Even through sacred oatrhes declared since a young age.
 I did not need this misery in my life but i continued to love him,
Until one day I decided to give up on love itself.
I grown cold ,and so distant,
I did not socialize and I had become the outcast in Highschool.
No one wants to date a girl weho is cold remote and distant,
I am bound and determined to find the right lover in my life,
But  who can i ask advice for who is truely my friend 
and will not betray me 
the way my own bestfriend did!!


Poem Details | by jack cooper |
Categories: baby, class, dark, fun, giving, inspirational love, life,

LOVE LETTER FROM MY HEART

years have past since I felt loves spark
Dancing through the park 
Trying to kick start my lonely heart
Getting my feelings out there among the visual arts
Hoping to find a place to out smart
What makes love disappear into the dark 
Keeping a safety chain around all the best parts
Looking for a woman willing to give all her heart

Realizing when love starts your way
You must have all your feelers on display
Igniting emotions that have come into play
Trusting God has brought fourth that special day
Igniting my spirit like a shooting dart
Seeking to find a loving heart
That captures loves spark

Leaping through all the top charts
Finding a woman who is ready to depart
One that is beautiful, cunning and smart
Real cutie that is full of internal beauty
Who is proud of her outstanding booty
Woman whose love is on full duty

She is done eluding the past
Someone who lives in the moment having a blast
Who is ready for true love that will surpass
Creating everlasting feelings that will surly last
When all the parts of my heart are unmast
Revealing an amazing sweetheart 
Who wants forever love from the very start


Poem Details | by Lara Wash |
Categories: class, love,

Humility

Arrogance will always fall because it can’t stand on self
I’ve been big headed and humility works better for me
Big “I” and little “U” is in a class of its own
Where no other students can learn

When my accomplishments are good
Others will let me know
No need to wave a flag when I’m 
Reaping what I sowed

When we plant in good soil
We can expect a good harvest
We can rest an expect the best

Plant your seeds I’m still planting mine
Kindness, love and joy 
Over here is what you’ll find


Poem Details | by Spenser Jones |
Categories: love

FIRST CLASS

My 2 hands are not strong 
enough to bring you on the 1st 
flight back to what we had
I can feel the past tense 
pretending to beat down on my 
head with your own fists, 
stopping at the last inch each 
time, and making my body 
flinch and tense up
The meaning of a martyr, I've 
looked up 12 times already, 
hoping that on the twelfth time, 
what you say and what you do 
match together so that words 
will become my Judas no 
longer.,
but I would still die for that 
betraying kiss
I hate worrying over things 
I have no control over
You would never think it would 
take such physicality 
to keep my spirituality when 
born in a world full of demons.
It's rough, living this way; you 
can't have one without the 
other in this life.
My hands are not strong 
enough
to save a single soul
No nail iron driven openings in 
my wrists to assure anyone 
that 
"It is finished." 
His spirit may live inside me, 
but I cannot be someone else's 
Savior.
These hands were still created 
to do marvelous things
like,
writing love letters on the first 
of October
and, massaging your mind with 
aspirations you hadn't even 
dreamed about yet.
Though the fact of you being 
far away beats me with a heavy 
leather belt of unfairness,
a martyr 
is only a martyr 
if he's dead, 
and I am not.
And even though sometimes it 
may seem that I'm playing 
tug-o-war with a freight train, 
I'll keep my grip secure as 
the strongest definition for the 
word 'tight' will allow.

I will bandage my bruised 
fingers in circles 1 by 1
because a circle will only stop 
roll once you've told it to.
But even then,
when I look back and see the 
10 chances that never let you 
go,
I'll recollect the 1 kiss you 
could've given me.
I'll remember the 12 definitions 
that shout with the same 
conviction
"You are worth it!"
I'll look straight down straight 
up straight slanted & keep my 
eyes straight forward at the 
beautiful person in the front 
seat of my heart.
My 2 hands aren't strong 
enough to board you on the 1st 
plane back as soon as I'd like to 
believe, 
but I will pick you up 
when you need me.
You've got yourself a first class 
seat.


Poem Details | by TS Lewis |
Categories: absence, class, father, feelings, sound,

Love Untold

In my father's eyes
 I see hope rise
Steps towards heaven
 taken on cloudy days
 Remembering  God
 still paves the way 
His hand brushing dirt
from my knees during 
tricycle accidents 
How did I not see 
all the love he's had for me? 
Now I understand
witnessing my own 
become men
In my father's eyes
 I see what I should've known 
all   along 
A father's love goes beyond 
what eyes can behold
and even the sentiments
 that he leaves unsaid
In my father's eyes, 
I see love untold...


Poem Details | by Jessica Schick |
Categories: class, cute love, rose,

Shaking Hands

I was in an essay contest
It started in January
When we wrote our rough drafts.
Then the teacher paired us
Up for peer editing.
I was paired with
A boy with sapphire eyes.
When he read my essay, I had
Shaking hands.
He couldn’t find anything
In my essay 
For me to fix.
A few weeks later,
I was the finalist.
With shaking hands, I told the sapphire boy 
That I was a finalist
Because the day it was announced,
He was gone.
Seven people told me before
I got to language arts so
I already knew when I got there.
Flash forward to a Wednesday night.
I’m nervous, with shaking hands
I email a friend, 
Asking if they’ll come
To the oratory contest.
The friend said no.
An hour later, I was on the stage
Shaking hands, I placed them on 
The podium.
I read my essay, and left the stage.
Less than 20 minutes later, they
Called all fourteen finalists to the stage
Again.
We got our gift baskets
And then it was time to
Announce the winners.
Shaking hands again.
Third,
Second.
Then, I was first.
I danced all the way home.
The next day at school,
I found the sapphire boy during
Fourth hour.
With shaking hands, I told him that we won.
He was happy, but he
Was angry too.
He hadn’t received any credit.
The next day I bought him a
Carnation.
I didn’t sign my name on the note, but 
I wrote on the back 
With shaking hands,
This is your credit


Poem Details | by Shane Pillay |
Categories: addiction, body, class, education, funny love, hilarious, i miss you,

Equations

Baby I want a piece of that Pi
because your curves are unending.

Stop trying to divide our love 
and stop pretending.

Don’t even try to square root us two
because that’s just irrational.

My heart burns from my stomach acid
the pH level must be 10
but you are no where near basic, 
just face it.

I just want your love
and we can even use your favorite flavored glove.

Baby we are just equations in this universe 
Sadly, nothing can compare how much we are diverse.

I’ve tried to come to the light,
but I always end up end in a fight.

You make me feel bad
and I just love the way you make me feel so glad

So what is the equation for us?
If I was Einstein and a little nuts,
I would spend eternity looking until my spirit is finally crushed.

March 9th 2016
-Shane Pillay