Assembly Poems

Standing at the head of the spacious hall, Miss Smith addressed the whole assembled school; Fixing the crowd with a firm, fluid eye, Silent tears rolled as she began to cry: “Our young Mark Newell, from Year Eleven, Has now,

In all schools, there is assembly conn Which directs the class or school yon Expectations of all – trustee – the swan: Choosing topics and teachers from Taiwan. Keeping updates is teacher’s duty since eon So is the assembly to

Been working for 31 years and never been to a union meeting to vote on anything other than up on a contract or for a strike the strike is remembered with shame and confusion, no one even asks no one

My father’s hands big as thirteen inch radials knuckles thick like good tread cover more miles than the road we’re on driving south to Shiloh, south to his hometown I’m along to steer free of ditches roadside stands slapped shut

If I were freed Freed of the greed to live Freed of my loved one’s creed Freed of the tug at heart-strings Freed of the society of my breed Where would I fly? How high? Would it explode Forced out

I am in love with the infinite space that you provide. The calm found after each second anxiety ceases to exist, revealing that all will be fine. An invisible duct of constant wonder. You never cease to amaze me. Your

Let me go first in the cave to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face, my ancestor, relic of reclusive committment, eaten by hierarchical grass, inch by inch. Calories burn to free the bones from the green pond, beached, skinned and fished alive

Playing at frogmen Frank and I take Goggles to the lakes a bit west Of his old stomping grounds, his soul Still not easy with Arkansas Pontoon boats are easy to rent, easy To drive, bare-chested and basted With tanning

The days are rushing by Leaving no option to turn around the time by Everything is mashing and smashing out of order Leaving a relinquished agony in the heart That aches more when thought about the past…. I wanna run

White, you diluted my red into skin that doesn’t fit squirms. Trampoline, reflected projectile in your eye. I, from you Stop background-ing walk in, devour me I will fight you survive emerge to co-exist.

Life is but a journey, like one’s journey in a train Where scenes and locales pass you by As you move past them during your journey in the train. No trace, no memories get left behind As you disembody at

A twisted journey starts on wings after the end of the road. Ambition sits in corner, nonchalantly and a tempest hollers around the spires. Broken down from parched ceiling a mural turns into a mundane knife. Lifts the rage, of

I have thoughts, ideas. They well up from within. We all have thoughts, ideas, welling up from who knows where. Many unique, having meaning. Unique meaning. Our world, all around, pulsating with such thoughts, ideas. Bubbling in a cauldron, mixing,

His memory brims my eyes The fuzziness engulfs me Jams my mind A rising dull ache The longing to feel him Connected and close By words by presence by voice In a lame chatter In nothing that is matter Behind

Paradoxical Shakedown Escape On Planet Earth The Monkeys That You Left Here Have Bled And Given Birth Inter-species Mating Has Fashioned Them With Wings And Now There Flying High Above This Haunted Gallery The Oceans Are Now Rising California’s Gone

Let us go then, you and I. Let us go then, you and I… For a hundred years, this line echoes around the rims of the inner ears of poets and anti-poets, not because it’s true or untrue, visionary or

A herd of Chicanos is on TV thanking some mike on a stick Complementing my all pill breakfast It’s time to write clinical sonnets to girls in biology The looming plurality of entendres hopefully penetrating their big hair They don’t

Staring out of window admiring nature’s awe Picture full of perfection sans single evident flaw Indolent tepid sunshine streaks daubed with gold As if time has stood still to treasure and behold A lone cloud high above seemingly gone astray

Whenever, I feel tired and exhausted, From life’s monotonous routine, I go to my courtyard Theatre, On the enormous screen, Watching the free natural movie scenes, Projected by The Almighty Producer. The scenes change there with the passage, Of the

I want to write to you The love letter of sin From my marital bed Fetching the dark red ink Of pleasure From the deepest recesses of my desire, I’ll write to you. I’ll write to you In letters reeking

Your mane frolics, As wind rushes by, With hooves of wonder, As if it were to fly. Behold! A Beauty so, Equine! And a Beauty so, Divine! O’er the lush green, Under the brilliant skies, Through the hollow woods, Thy

Should I Should l call you love of my life or destroyer of it? Should I give you a kiss for love or a slap for hate? Should l feel love for you or hate for me? Should l sleep

In a small town lived a small boy, who kept wooden swords and guns as toy… ‘Coz he wanted to be a hero and save people, and waited (to be a hero) till his teenage wore purple… But still he

Every day I pass by your window, Half expectant of seeing you there, Lost in thoughts As you always were, I wish I would chance upon, Catch a glimpse, Of an unexpected tear, Rolling down to smear Your pretty face.

I was turning Eight when I met him First in Nineteen Fifty Eight He looked to me so tall while for him I was too small His gentle smile and pat on my back sent me straight into dizzy heights

When I am gone, find me in The sunsets and twilight, The billowing and colorful clouds, The waxing and waning of moon, The chirping of birds. The mist over mountains, The music of flowing river, The undulation of the waves,

Sparks are dimmed. No use collecting them. I will burn my home to get light. My god was sleeping. Let me use the night goggles. On the ridge walks a silhouette of limping buddha, his neck broken. I did not

It’s happening right in front of our eyes. We who live today are right in the middle of it. Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline. The global brain being born all around us, exponentially expanding, most

The money and the power, like hand in glove, ruling the world from ivory towers, above. Like pawns on a chessboard we follow commands, coolly manipulated by cold corporate minds. They reap the harvest that they bought with our souls,

Swing of the sundial and capricious collapse my soul left vexed at the precipice of night vacant stare from the dew of dawn damned my inexorable fate and despite! Insular folds they threatened to burst though stimulant swam in the

Look into my eyes when you’re close to me: I want to lose myself in deeper waters than the sea, To drown me in heavens more distant as the farthest star, To feel that finding myself is not something impossible!

Oh and as I put on the WHITE LIGHT OF THE HOLY SPIRIT nothing can harm me Today…like a mirror all around me Negativity will see its own reflection And flee because negativity can’t stand Itself but if anything good

Running, sown with tears of betrayal, a young woman fell helplessly across the tree which lay in the pathway she slowly pushed herself to sit up and to use her sleeve to dry her tears. why did I ever choose

Hope is a drop of water Trembling at the tip of a dry leaf. A grain of sugar undissolved On the rim of an empty cup. It is a paper windmill On a still day A grain of sand On

Poem…..it soothes the mind It reverberates in the Heart It calms the nerves It creates saneness It makes one bold too It makes life meaningful It is everything in short Who will not like a Poem On flowers, Nature, Rivers

Look at the beautiful blue sky, looks like this celestial nymph is decorated just for us. Look at these fair and bright clouds, looks like they are motivating us to reach up till them. Look at these fierce plants and

I think of myself as a heavy cloud, waiting anytime to pour down. But it is in me, trying to restrain my inner cloud. Though the sky is gray and it seems I keep falling on the same gravity. Sometimes

Well this could be the Renaissance or This Could Be Now… a circle dance in the hour of the Northern Mockingbird… Venus in Pisces by chance…a wild and crazy romance serenaded by sweetest sonnets ever sung… enchanted by fragrances of

Today was an ordinary day I was in my bed dreaming the night away, thinking about gold coins with sparkling dots on the side I could see them in my dreams I was sinking into my bed getting deeper into

Festivals come and Go The Rich celebrate with gusto The middle class try to appease God and they celebrate too The poor and down trodden left wondering what is it all about When your kitty and tummy is filled you

Upon the land far away is something different I dare say the look of sandy beaches and palm trees are set on top of flowing sea reeds where in that distance of the land is something different seen at hand

my bridge is falling down it is falling down where have I gone i am gone the bridge is gone i am down the wall has gone up it is high up the bridge is down where is the bridge