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Disrupt

Every day I walk into class and I think today’s the day.

All of my students sitting attentive, waiting for the fray.

Pencils out, minds alert, I’ve seen it all before,

I think that they are ready to learn, history, maybe more.

But one or two they can’t sit still and it drives me kind of crazy,

The fact that they disrupt my class strikes me as just a little bit lazy.

But the rest of the class, they make me smile,

They want to learn, they tell me so, and they go the extra mile.

Disrupt

To Rhyme Or Not To Rhyme…

People have asked why do your poems rhyme?

I search for an answer, one that takes time.

So I think and I think but I can’t offer a clue,

Why do my poems rhyme? Oh what should I do?

There must be a reason why I like words to have cadence, a smooth mellow flow,

I think that they focus me and help me create each tale of woe!

 

Thwart

They said that spring was in the air and I believed that to be true.

But the days they pass and nothing changes, I’m ready for something new.

Winters chill is hanging on, refusing to let go.

So every day I open the door and hope there is no more snow.

But springs arrival keeps being thwarted, this we know is fact,

To expect some warmer days and greener grass we have to make a pact.

Let’s agree here and now, by decree or proclamation,

That spring has sprung and is here to stay and to all else fire and hell damnation. 

Thwart

Frigid (2)

The skies are frigid, a cool cobalt blue,

Winter won’t leave, we know that much is true.

As I lay in my bed with my eyes closed so tight,

I think of a warm spring all through the long night.

But then I wake up and look out the door,

I sincerely believe winter will be many weeks more.

 

Frigid

Frigid

Every day that passes spring should be in the air,

Where is it you ask, this really isn’t fair.

The air is still frigid with snow in the sky,

It will be here shortly you say with a sigh.

Yet another day slips past and you still hope it comes soon,

But by the way that it looks it won’t be until June! 
Frigid

Time Passes, Will You?

Kids watching clocks, hoping they’ll move.

The lesson progresses, they’re still in the groove.

As time marches on, young eyes they become glazed,

Nothing can move them in their permanent haze.

They still think they’ll pass, without having a clue,

What should they remember? Time passes, will you?