11th grade, may, school, teacher, teenage,
by Reason A. Poteet |
When spring's in the air, teachers cringe,
students' attention on the fringe.
Young minds on love, at least on like,
others just take a mental hike.
Required courses, long about May
invite clown acts, at least horseplay.
When pupils fail to meet your eye,
Are they asleep? or did they die?
Assignment made, Keats' Grecian Urn.
Write anything that you have learned.
Cheap pens, a dollar a dozen,
kept my English lit class buzzin'.
Class clown provided not a few
then he showed some tricks they could do.
When pens abound with certain flair
this teacher found - springs in the air.
by Michelle Linn |
boyfriend, fun, love,
I love you more each passing day
And will even when you’re old and gray.
Smart, charming and witty you are, indeed
With a sexy booty and your last name Reid.
As we continue on adventures together
Let’s do them no matter what the weather.
We’ll create memories along the way
Some that are serious and others horseplay.
Please know that when I look into your eyes
Your love gives me all my endless highs.
by Beryl Edmonds |
animal, horse, love,
Two horses talking in a field one day
One said to the other "let's run away"
"But where would we sleep"
"And what would we eat"
"Under the stars, eat? I just wanna play.
So they galloped off as quick as they could
And in a wood they found a cosy nook
Hitherto, the pair
Launched a love affair
There stood in the wood hooves were stirred and shook.
Consequentially came a little foal
A most handsome colt to make their world whole
Then came another
And many other
A herd with no population control.
by Michelle Faulkner |
lost love, remember, river, summer, wind, , western,
When western winds in my ear sing
The memories of rivers bring
Cut of rough land and bronze timber
Surefooted walk, lean and limber
I fumbled where he was at ease
Our hands would touch in flirty tease
Through golden grass, me and my guy
Galloping free to chase the sky
Now, in my city life, I keep
Over my bed, to grace my sleep
For "Compounding the Verse" contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
by Rachel Allison |
family, imagination, love, people
We often ask, “If walls could talk
Whatever would they say?”
They've listened to the laughter
They've been witness to the horseplay.
They've heard the sounds of sorrow
They've been there for the rage
They've heard all of the whispers
What we forget with age.
Walls have seen the looks
That we give to each other
They hear the loving teasing
And encouragement so tender
But have they heard the thoughts
Chasing through my mind?
Do they see intentions
With all the actions, twined?
Surely walls would have
A lofty tale to tell
But if they knew our thoughts
Oh, how that tale would swell.