Friday, May 26, 2006

The Trials of School

First period English class
Start reading Shakespeare
Thou art, thee, someone save me!

Prayer not to trip and fall
Sweaty, dirty sports
I kick football over wall.

Math: too many numerals
And calculations
Answer right; oops! Question wrong.

Trying hard to learn Français
Not understanding
Espanol written on board

Physics, Chemistry, Bio
An experiment
Specimen drowns in acid

Boring history of world
People dead and gone
Who cares about yesterday?

Paints, brushes, crayons, paper
After the art class
Best grade for my doodle: F

Bell rings, finally school’s over
Running home to chill
Newest disaster, “Do chores!”

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

lol, nice one.....dont make much sense though. We didnt have art last year..........

~ L. Rkn

Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry