This poet is an educator. Welcome to my classrooms.
Aaron has a baritone
voice meant for great things,
with perfect pitch and excess volume,
yet, he never sings.
A packman, whose Barbaric YAWP
is heard throughout the park.
Now a soldier, standing tall and
Marching from his dark.
Rarely Sullen,
Mr. Sullins can do more than he will show.
soon two roads will diverge in a yellow wood,
so which way will he go?
CLR 2010
Kenny has a charm that extends beyond his crooked nose and
his love for the leather bouncing spherical objects that
he expects will most often spell out success.
He compels one to think, as he thinks deeply himself, yet
he hides it behind his gruff shrugs, and lowered eyes,
and his very, very smooth ways with the girs.
Doctor, lawyer, business man all there,
wrapped up in his low riding jeans.
CLR '10
A palpable sadness.
a grumbling, grinding sadness, shared by us all
Lives atop
his globe whose,
heart lies in wait, not
trying to hear outside
of the ipod.
The hat,
black and crooked, it
sits curtly slouched
on Randy's head,
hating, but not knowing what life
holds for it.
CR '09
Andrew stands as tall and yet
he seems a half-head taller
shoulders stooped with
care and life
he towers above his peers.
A somber, searching, stalwart boy
just focused on the road.
In lock-step he marches
carefully avoiding
the cracks and weeds and poison.
Andrew stands just six feet tall,
but seems three feet above them all.
CR '09
Like a wheel
on a hot rod like a tire
on a jalopy
like the rolling black things
on a little red wagon...
Garrett's been there
Garrett's done that
and
Garrett will
Help you go there,
too.
CR '09
I can see you old, I can see you young,
and I can see you inside out.
Head held high, you touch the sky
then BAM you slap the floor.
You are Gramma Jo, and little Jordy!
with Madonna's smile
smooth as silk, old as the hills
you are a thousand
time tested
over-used similes
dancing in my head.
CR 9/2009
Rocky and crunchy and sweaty and bold
Scott goes through his day.
He thinks war and plays war and hopes to see
war some way.
His secret is kept in a leather holster,
maybe a bible
or a gun.
His strong jaw could
stop an M80
and spit it out
when he's done.
We will trust him to
hold back the
enemy lines.
And thank him when he's done.
CLR 09/2009
When the world is very still
A smile may creep across his face,
and if you see it, put it in a bottle
before it gets away
because his smile is shy and
his laugh is soft, but his BELLOW,
oh his BELLOW is
by no means yellow...
And his eyes, they tell the truth!
CLR 2010
Mi Kay Kay honors us now and then
with her beauty and her grace.
She gently glides into the room,
with a smile upon her face.
A tender plant, a spider's web
a baby's giggle, too.
Michaelya has nature on her mind
and in her, through and through.
CLR 2010
Her motor revs high and fast,
and rumbles deep and low.
Her wit, it's working overtime,
her mind is never slow.
Alex has a clear idea
of how this world should be
And she will share, and she will care,
and she will help us see.
CLR '10
B earish and
R unning from
E nglish, he
N ever stops
D aring me to move him
A nd tossing his pen into the air
N ever even for a minute
S trange injuries
T ag him as a
R unner
A nd
Y es he hurts his finger, too.
clr 2010
Steadfast pilgrim Jacqueline.
Scrubbed as clean
as a Dove soap model,
seeking her cleanest self.
And she works ever hard
for the reward
she has heard
will help her be
who she wants to be.
A twin born apart, right from the start,
still, Jaqueline
smiles at me.
Clr 2010
Every heart suffers
and every heart cries
every heart listens,
but every heart lies.
Every love reaches
and every love grabs.
Every love whispers
but every love stabs.
Every plan guides us,
and it arranges
every plan calms us,
but every plan changes.
BUT
Every dream glistens
and every dream gives
every dream calls us
and every dream lives.
CR 10/09
T ell-tale tallness
Y ep, he has it
L anky frame, he's got that too.
E veryday I wonder if maybe he is
R eally a cowboy, deep down.
CLR 2010
Brown flower
white flower
yellow flower now.
She dances with beauty 'oer the sand,
tropical breezes following her fancy, solid steps.
With a whiz of power in her arm and
generous grace to go along
Oli dances for herself
always flowery strong.
CLR 2010
I pierce you with my intellect
and
cut you right in half.
half eats junkfood/half eats right
and half can't get to sleep at night.
There it is, the problem's clear
We have too many halves in here!
CR '2009
Spencer has a bounce in his gait
that says he's happy to see you,
no matter who you may be.
Spencer shines a light for his peers
that touches them whether they
know it or not.
Without asking for reparations, without taking the spotlight,
without shouting his deep, abiding goodness,
Spencer just is.
And someday his classmates
will look back with awe
that they were lucky enough
to have had him.
CLR 2010
Allen you are welcome
to our gentle, happy class.
Allen you are gentle and
are welcome to this mass.
Placement perfect for your rest
students here are at their best.
Glad you're here
safe with us
where you may quietly rest your soul.
CLR 2010
Her own bouncing blond curls shine only for her family
and sit gently for no one, but the boy she treasures most.
Her insatiable appetite for life and
helping others sometimes spills over
into the classroom as she
ravishes her lunch,
Jessica kicks herself,
being that it is only 8am
but her heart is for helping and family and others
and her lunch is for breakfast, again.
CLR '10
Ryan has a calling because Ryan has been called.
Fiercely working, boring his way
but never bored.
Ryan is not skipping because he has never skipped.
And Ryan is adoring God because he feels adored.
And you see him working here so hard
because he is worked at home.
CLR10
