This poet is an educator. Welcome to my classrooms.
Who always smiles, come rain or shine,
whose smile beams forth
when snow falls down
who begs to run and frolic?
Who keeps an A and stars in a play?
Sassy Sasha does!
Who has much respect for clarity,
and almost none for junk?
Who strives for best
and won't take good or even
better?
Whose red locks swish around her smile?
Sassy Sasha's does!
CLR 2012
Serina is the girl
that she's always, never been.
Although rushed and hushed, she
effortlessly glides through Hamlet,
then Oedipus,
leaving the others in the dust while
deaing with the most
unlucky hand that she has been dealt
in this, her final year of the first, and cheapest
twelve years of formal training.
And though the next
eight years aren't clear to her,
I see them bright as day.
Her lovely bright, delightful light
will show us all the way!
CLR 2013
A Roman gladiator
wrapped in a humble costume,
Just
in number two through
the door.
with music directing him
to his seat,
and building a wall
between
"good morning"
and
"Have a nice day".
His signature five gun salute
will arrive within
the hour, reminding us
that he is
Just
in.
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Stands like a totem pole for
nonchalance
and
power.
Driving the ball
straight down the gullet of the net.
How such a horror
on the court
can be
such a whisp of fragrant
purity
is an
enigma
never to be solved.
CLR 2012
A queen who died with a smile?
What faeries will follow
Dakota's path through life?
Whose caring guidance will ease her
through the maze of paper and
nonsense?
Who will take her fragile hand
and lead her through the enchanted
forest that lays in wait, outside
the walls herein?
She will have a hundred guardian sprites
to carry the train of her designer garb
down the runway of life,
because she will always be
The queen who died with a smile.
CLR 2012
Vincent the Plant's
green-dressed chlorophyll
is the keeper of our health.
Without his regularly recycled air
and his stoicism,
the world would theoretically
stop and wobble off its axis,
and just may, someday.
Without the breath of Vincent
planted firmly in the room, C247
life would eventtually be choked out of us.
But this plant sometimes wishes he was
the motorcycle riding Vincent in green who
plays the narrator and
apologizes to girls on his cellphone in the hallway and
will soon walk out the door
for the last time, "leafing" the leafy
Vincent behind.
CLR 2013
Creative Kaitlyn
works with her brain
the way she might make a meatloaf
with her hands fully filthy from
the squashing and squishing
and punching and smacking
of the gelatinous glop of her brain, or ground beef,
either one.
With her mind fully focused
on the final product
which will taste like home and ketchup,
and will be greedily gobbled up by
hungry mobs, she cannot be sidetracked with details like
when school starts and where she sits and
what she is going to do tomorrow.
She knows that finally, in the end,
her troubled work in progress will
make a hungry soul,
fullfilled.
CLR 2013
Just about the time
Oedipus realized he was the man of agony,
gouging out his eyes to serve him right,
the CHORUS in first period raised its voice
in fevered pitch.
"The smell, the smell, we don't deserve this pain!
Horrific smell we are assaulted with..
let us leave and never come back again!"
As leader I helplessly shrugged at their torment,
this was a riddle I could not solve.
And just as I had lost faith in the kindness of the Chorus,
Sam stepped forward shyly with a
four wick candle of cranberry scent and offered me this hope for a future:
A world where the Chorus takes action.
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With
icy, shifty laser-pointer eyes,
he scowls at me from his seat
with an amused and annoyed countenance
a foot tucked under with sarcasm close
to the edge, his dagger pointing deftly
at his grade and my throat.
CLR 2012
And where will
you go
once the last bell has rung itself?
Who will you
blame for your
subtle discord?
What roughly hewn living will you eke out
and on whose promises
do you rely?
You trust the sounds and move your
feet as though to dance correctly was the only choice.
Still, your laughter warms
my heart.
CLR2012
Oh Connor, whose bright face lights the room.
When his bulb is fully lit and his heart is full focused,
Connor's heavy hand retraces its path
To be sure it has left what it meant to.
Scratching a story into the paper, whose ruts
give detail to words that no one else can know.
His soccer thoughts
fill his head, and he scored a goal,
so then...
Connor knows that when he goes
Then he will win
again.
CLR '10
PRINCIPAL
A principal’s face
Has written on it, the sins of the
Second order.
Layered
Pain
Determination,
Pride and fear, but mainly a
Grim knowledge of what is here.
Adam cursed us all with just one bite
And blamed it on his gal, Eve
Society has cursed us with standardized life
And we blame it on our
teachers.
A principal’s face, once hopeful, once bright,
Now leads the way into a sleepless night.
C. RAY
Sept, 2014
A Bent back ages and ages ago,
by some unseen Apollo or equally
unfair god of trouble
thankfully not the one that
hounded Oedipus..
She sleepily finds her way through the day
and smiles wryly when you
see her being smart.
Hard focus, like a marmot
come out from her hibernation
when she works to make
the grade.
Hannah
has it all within her reach
and sometimes grabs for it.
Especially in June.
CLR '10
There is a whisper and a smile named Bobby Holmes
sometimes vacancy fills his face,
and sometimes true love for the girl
who sits by him.
at times his work exceeds all others,
at times, he's just not sure.
Bobby is like the rest of us,
sometimes here,
sometimes there,
sometimes he is everywhere.
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R adiant smile
O nly when he chooses
L aughing slyly
L olling slightly
I nto his ipod he goes
N ever to return except to check his
G rades
T o be sure he doesn't falll down
O n the ground,
N ever to get up again...
Clr '10
There is an exotic tropical flower whose name is Drew
whose colors take your breath away.
This flower grows intently towards the sun,
and draws in admiration from nature herself.
There is a girl whose name is Drew, whose
life will be successful because she knows that the easy
way is not always the best. Drew knows what to do
and when to do it, and she doesn't understand
the garden she grows in
that is full of daisies and weeds.
CR 10
T all talkative Terry
E veryday is better because of him.
R eal and rare, he has his share of
R un ins with Ms. Ray
Y es! The world is good because he's here!
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JERKIN' HERKIN
REALLY LURKIN, JUMPING ROUND THE WORLD.
REACHING, TEACHING, SOMETIMES PREACHING
JOHNNY PLANS TO RULE!
SEEKING, SNEAKING, ALWAYS PEEKING
ROUND HIM, RIGHT AND LEFT.
WHAT TO DO WITH JOHNNY POO?
HE'S RIGHT AND THEN HE'S LEFT.
AND THEN HE'S RIGHT
AND THEN HE'S LEFT AND THEN HE REALLY
REALLY....HAS
LEFT.
CLR '09
Cynicism follows her around,
tapping her classmates on the shoulder.
Not her, but her shadow,growling and snapping at her heels.
Tootsie pops and lollipops defend her
femininity and
she hides behind their
sweetness.
CLR '09
Who comes to class to rest his bones in the creaking seats?
It's Logan,
whose smile is distant and not quite clear?
Logan's smile, that's whose!
Who's that kid inside the coat
that wraps him up like a pop tart
on a wintry morning with
a hat like a coffee pot lid?
You may ask all you like,
and think til you're blue,
because the answer,
Logan
Is YOU.
It's YOU, Logan!
Are you listening?
It's YOU!
CLR '10
