This poet is an educator. Welcome to my classrooms.
Elizabet, I would bet
money on without dread
will write great tomes going where
not even Shakespeare has tread.
Elizabet has apple cheeks,
that shine when boys walk by,
but with a quiet dignity, she gives
a downcast eye.
One thinks she hardly sees their love,
but through her brain it races, and out her
fingers, onto the page though
many letters, displaces.
When you read her books and stories
which will dazzle you into the night,
only she and I will know
the pain it took to spell right.
CLR 2011
Jess
you are one of a kind.
A solid soul, not shoved around by winds of popularity,
but occasionally sidetracked by the wiley ways of women.
Yes, you are
a writer, you,
and a thinker of superior ilk,
knew you not that?
It shocks me so
that such a force, with such a strength
could think itself unsure.
Jesse you are the only one
wearing your glasses, your smile, your frown
all equally lasting and solid and true.
Just like Jesse,
Just like you.
clr 2011
To Ms. Ray,
My senior English teacher
who was the first teacher to
tell me I am a good writer.
Something I never thought
I could be.
I say thank you.
Jesse 2011
would like me to start
all over again on her poem.
Unbeknownst to her, being a burr
in the side of this burro will work!
Like the wheel that squeaks, she gets the oil
and
with Jess and Nick, she plays the foil
and i want to re-iterate what I said before:
Tiffany has DeHart
of a lion, and with it
the mane
and the growl!
clr 2011
Does she have a name,
this Madonna in the making?
Will you power through together
the scary road ahead?
Will you hold her hand
even when you don't understand
why she's crying or cursing?
Will you encourage her
Down the line
to be all that she can be?
Does she have a name
this Miracle Maker?
And when she is not so
young and hopeful,
and focused on you,
and if the ending is sad
and things aren't as they were,
Will you love her her still
or will you turn from her.
CLR 2010
R are and precious,
A gem of a person and student and probably son.
Y earning for the football field
M ourning for the end
O f the season
N ot knowing what to
D o without his pads.
B ountiful mind reaching
E ver higher than the rest, without
L eaving his chair, he is
T rying to see the other side of the
R are
A nd
N atural world around him.
clr 2011
I am Buddist
I am honest
I am here,
Ahmed said.
I am a Warren first
and then an Ogletree.
Ahmed said
I've got a girl
and a really
long way
to walk.
And with a straight face,
Ahmed read
What Siddhartha said
And gladly,
So did I.
CLR 2011
Seth Black sits
silently,thinking comfortably
about nothing while
the voices lap over him
like the tide coming in.
As he disappears into the
waters,
across his face, a flicker of fear.
He wonders "where will life find me
this time
next year?"
The man in black is purposely set on a journey for all the undone
and Seth may follow on that path, or another million and one.
He takes life as it comes, and leaves worry for me
as he whips through his work, and
it's done. Whee!
clr 2011
I will never forget the turtle named
Terry who lived with the dolphins in peace.
Erika rides a citty bus everyday
To get to the school that she wants.
How privileged are we, who see her each day
working as hard as can be.
Like the Mona Lisa she smiles
and nobody knows
what exactly she sees.
But Erika brings us
respect, peace and friendly silence
and we love her
exquisite Silencio!
Clr 2011
A direct descndent of
Robert E.Lee.
Morgan comes from
Tennessee.
Or is it Alabama?
Morgan has what it
takes
to wear the uniform
in the military way
And yet she finds
her heart is a stray
just looking for a home.
Inside this sturdy beauty
is a
quivering heart that
sighs and cries
but keeps on listening
to those lies.
Uncle Robert
is watching you, Madame
He has his modern spies
he wants you to stand up tall
and let your respected self
RISE!
clr 2011
She Cruises
in, after a workout
looking as though
she stepped out of the beauty shop,
although she's
late...
her gait is straight
and
she is the captain of her soul.
Maritza dances
and her smile
dances by itself
like a winged seraph
settling down
on a human face.
clr 2011
Nick can't help but stand
tall, he just
is.
and his grin
ten feet wide.
When wearing his greens and beret I would say
he stands 100 feet over them all.
A color guard, he holds our flag
and chop-steps across the gym.
Somber occasion hits
hard those who watch.
But in a Veteran's eye
is a certain glow
which hides us from what
we should never know.
Without cease they guard us
with that flag they hold
from
the horrors that known, would
remove our 'Bold'.
Now Nick stands tall
in thanks to all
with straight and chiseled jaw.
CLR 2011
Damion, Damion Bible-Bell
know that we all wish you well.
but
even though your pain is your hell
you will ring your
Bible-Bell.
CLR 2011
There are a million Joe Mendoza's
in the phonebook
but none that smell like him!
Boo Boo is stuck in Maddy's chain
of command.
But there are times when she must stop--like
when the presence of greatness
which fills his face with an
angelic light one moment turns
to dark brooding
the next.
He will never settle for
second best, although he will
bend like the reed to
protect what he loves.
CLR 2011
Then Joe wrote this for me:
For Ms. Ray,
My fun-loving English teacher,
who makes my creativity
burst out of my bubble,
as yours does the same. You
teach me to be spontaneous in life
and for that,
I applaud you.
Her patient smile lays lightly on her lips
as though painted by Davinci, the Mona Lisa
the original
Nikki.
Her solitude has invited a boy in
and she trusts him to
disappoint and worry her.
Her days disappear into him,
and she need not worry about
being the one
in trouble
this time.
Lithely, with the grace of a Goddess,
she places her flaxen tresses
about her shoulders, and
smiles to think
that SHE is the one that he loves
CLR 2011
Is this a sinister grin, this one that
slips out from under his baseball cap
as though his mouth were attached
to the top of his head?
Most of the time,
he sleeps
He plays
He avoids.
Just for now,
he is an inert ingredient in the
recipe of life.
CLR 2011
Evan Turpine is not a redneck,
nor is he a blue blood. He looked them up, and
my imagination has been squelched by
UrbanDictionary.com
What is politically correct?
What is hurtful (words words words)
changes every year, now every moment... that being as it may,
Evan Turpine is a diamond in the rough,
and I tried to draw that picture
rather than use the tired diamond metaphor.
'Creating' is a dirty business, which has been
pablumized and sterilized into a soggy box,
I want to be unpastuerized and raw
I lean towards Langston and
uncouth word-using authors
of old, but then I remember that
Evan's feelings can get hurt,
and I reluctantly rewrite.
CLR 2011
Evan is an amazing mixture of true and false
of blue blood, and red-neck,
a library that should be accessed often.
He is a perfect mixture
of true and false,
of yes and no,
of right
and wrong.
Evan is a brilliant light,
thank Goodness
He is our future.
2010
Evan expressed dismay at this 'poem'. He felt it was innappropriate, so I wrote Evan II.
Under-Boldened, Over-Burdened
Kylee's like a Miniature backpack
filled with candy and
perfectly sharpened pencils.
Her smile is larger than even her heart
which must be the
largest organ
on her person.
Alternately,
Ms. Cofer presents herself as
a vacuum-packed bag of
rehydrated onions,
curling one leg under her rear-end,
the
other, barely touching the floor
just waiting to burst forth
with either the sugar or
a monocotyledonous plant of the genus Allium,
depending on the day.
CLR 2011
D. Mendy is just liike Molly was,Standing by the desk.
Reluctant to sit, impervious to the stink eye.
innocently wondering why everyone is sitting but him.
D.Mendy know gigantic words,
but he diffuses them inorganically without
situationallly correct manner.
Oops, I just did it, too.
He will learnbecause he will soon be
with a crowd that accepts only the
D. Mendy walks down Roger's halls,
and it makes him
D. Mendenhall
