Damn the homework.
Full speed toward a fun afternoon.
The kids get home soon.
Tag: School
Until the Bus Lights
Until the bus lights around the hill with its evil orange eye glow.
Fidgeting and Fighting
Fidgeting and fighting and cringing and waiting at the school bus stop.
Assigned a Haiku in
Assigned haiku in
My elementary school
I wanted to cry.
It is Bedtime Soon
Get in the shower.
Don’t be silly, little boy.
It is getting late.
Don’t pretend you did
Not know. You will be tired
Come the morning sun.
That old school bus comes
So early and brings you back
Just before sundown.
Get in the shower.
I have told you many times.
It is bedtime soon.
This Man Sleeping Late (My son wrote this)
This man sleeping late
With really really egg farts
With really smelling egg farts
Just wants to go to school
September Poem 9
I have, in the ordinary scholarly setting,
Been able to head the axe.
Head the individual segment
With the butt of transformation,
And train myself to see something,
The beauty in an old occasion, favorites
Held longer as a collapsing house,
Atman or Brahman consumed by Kudzu.
August Poem 26
They said as long as he started strides
Towards his honorary diploma
At one of their campuses, I was eligible
To apply for the ability to work in 13
Unfamiliar schools during their class reunion,
Or I could take on a boarder as part of my research.
June Poem 19
My new dorm
In a building full of
The raucous streets of David
Required international students
Attending Boquete coffee fields.
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