School Pantoum Poems

* Inspired by the Joni Mitchell song - Tin Angel
** My first pantoum

I found someone to love today
Her firefly eyes light up a room
In dreams...

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This is a feeling unlike any
Like poison in a fruit of scent,
With memories a tad too many,
All too bittersweet to give vent 

Like poison in...

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The kids are just fine
On this Wednesday eve
Our lives intertwine
Until one takes leave

On this Wednesday eve
We huddle in the waste
Until one takes leave
From this bombed-out...

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AUTUMN UNTOLD STORY

Sense the tiny bite of crispness in the air
September ends and school again begins
Crows on the telegraph lines just stare
The old guy at...

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Hooray For October



Pumpkin patches, Halloween, 
Crunchy leaves of brown
Cool mornings, bond fires,
and the best haunted houses in town
Hooray for October
  

Fall festivals, cool nights,
pep...

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THE COMFORTING GIRLFRIEND CREW

Poor little Pierrette is feeling nostalgic.
Sur la plage, she’d oft look for the boy friend.
Her countenance blue — in teen years tragic,
yet...

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I got new shoes and style they don't lack.
But they fit oh so tight
and I think I should take them back.
My brother says they fit...

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I got new shoes and style they don't lack.
But they fit oh so tight
and I think I should take them back.
My brother says they fit...

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In between the hill and mountain
Flows down so lovely a river
Gurgling giggling rippling fountain
Apples greet you go wherever

Flows down so lovely a river
She is little...

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Back in 1887, The Convent Of Our Lady was built,
It was part of a school for girls run by grey nuns;
1971- demolish, sad that...

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He was my sun, my one and only son,
attired as a cowboy for the day. 
And so I handed him a little gun
of fastened random...

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Love will come a calling
As autumn shades are turning
While auburn leaves are falling
The joys of love start burning
As autumn shades are turning
I'll end my college...

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Jimmy Waters was quite a precocious young man
School marm a mentor who understands
Parents who love him to them he is grand
In the inner city not...

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Memories of an innocent child

Days of play and running wild

Soft green grass tickles small bare feet

Racing through the weeds so fast and fleet

 

Laughing, giggling...

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Long-suffering shattered the window’s streaked pane
Tongue snapped like rubber band stretched beyond hell
Deep shards of blood pressure, jagged terrain
Fingernails screeching down slate boarded cell 

Tongue...

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