No One Can Remember Specifics
No one can remember specifics,
As to what they've done...
To affect the life of someone else.
Even though what was done had been premeditated.
And this depends on what career field they have chosen.
However...
If anyone had looked at them,
With a raised eyebrow...
When they were just five years old,
That person can tell anyone...
What day it was, the time and date.
Weather conditions.
The model of the cars driving past on the street.
And the color of someone's eyes wearing sunglasses,
Two blocks away.
Although...
They can not recall beating someone to a pulp,
In high school.
Or being locked up in juvenile detention for the deed,
Six months before their high school graduation.
And that might have happened,
Just a few years prior to a decision that was made...
To embark on a political career.
Believing they could erase if they so chose to do it,
Any and all of their participation in wickedness.
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Graduation
In couple months I will graduate from high school
I'm so excited and anixety
First, I have to get through this couple months and
Do everything I need to do
We are leaving behind good and bad memories
Is another chapter in your life
Time to start new one in college or whereever you go
Years in school fly so fast
This is our moment to show people we love that we can do it
You have plan to go to college or whatever you have in mind
Time to get our freedom and be away from home
Time to live our life way we want
We are going our separate path, but
We still can get in contact with each other
No matter where we are in the world
This is greatest moment of our life
We are going tear, laugh, smile, and be proud what we done
Graduation
Is once in life time
High school don't last forever
This is what we been dreaming
All our life and we make it through
With our ups and downs, bad and good times
I never picture myself that I would be here
In front of whole school and get my diploma in my hand
This is all worth it
I never gave up or had any doubt
Thank you to all my friends who was like my brothers and sisters
They have been there for me, fun to hang out, talktative, and funny
Thank you to my family who is supportive, caring, and love me
Thank you to all my teachers who never give up on me and help me through
I have confident, hope, and believe in myself
That I will make it through and look where I am
Graduation
poem by Christina Phan
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Stages Of Life
There’s always a present and always a past.
But when you go to the future, it will seem so fast
That you’ve grown out of preschool and went to Harvard.
But you played on their football team; you can’t be called a nerd.
Once you look through the past, you feel so big
Compared to ten years ago, you can’t just dig
A hole into the ground to bury your memories.
You just waste your time, but burn a few calories.
So you mind as well go pick a rose
But don’t waste your time, here it goes!
At four years old you’re already in preschool
And you’re at the top of your class, that’s pretty cool.
So you feel that anything can be done
Except making Brittney’s hair grow back, that’s just wrong
Once you graduate and now you’re in kindergarten,
You probably won’t dream of becoming a barten-der.
Now it’s first grade, you finally get a test
To see how smart you are, to see if you’re the best
So you get into AP math, you’re really smart
But right now you’re as strong as a SweetTart™
Skip a few years, you’re now in middle
Keep working on those muscles, they’re as thick as a fiddle
Now these are the grades where everyone gets detention
So if you don’t want one of those, pay attention
You need to be respectful, don’t fool around
Or else you’ll be heading town-bound
But you want to graduate to go to high school
So don’t act that way, just keep your cool
Just keep your chill; it’ll help you
Now take a look! You’re in high school, FOO!
Dang! You’re in high school and check out the classes
They’re on your sheet, you don’t need glasses
What do you want to take? Math or band?
When voting for president, will you take a stand?
You get four years in high school before you graduate
But you need to keep the grades up, you need to assiduate.
What group do you want to be in? Nerd or Jock?
Or will you be an artist wearing a frock?
It all depends on your grades, not group
‘Cause if you think, you’re as good as soup.
*sigh* You’re out of school and you’re finally free
You can now do anything but be just like me
What kind of a degree did you get from Harvard?
Was it chemical science, or was it computing, nerd?
It all depends on your area of skill
Your job will rise and fall on a hill
If you get a degree in zoology
Then why would you apply for a job in psychology?
Sometimes life just doesn’t make sense
But everyone in the world can make multiple dents
In this world, no one is forgotten
Then why am I writing this if I should be making cotton?
Life is full of twists and turns
One mistake could get you burns
So be careful now when you go and live
Everyday counts, don’t take. Give
Relish the time you have, it’s very short
So do your thing, if it’s painting or sports.
Victoria
Victoria, victoria I could love you for a hundred years
And still want more of ya!
Its been a long time now since high school days
But when Im with you, darling you still amaze me
No one could ever come before ya
God knows how much I still adore ya
My victoria, victoria, I could love you for a hundred years
And still want more of ya!
Hey little girl when we first met
I was shaking so hard you really made me sweat
You opened up my eyes and showed me
You took me by surprise and floored me
We walked to school together
Just a boy and a girl
We talked through all kinds of weather
About giving our love a whirl
Do you remember at the high school dance
When the beach boys sang about good vibrations
My victoria, victoria, I could love you for a hundred years
And still want more of ya!
We walked to school together
Just a boy and a girl
We talked through all kinds of weather
About giving our love a whirl
We were cruisin the strip every friday night
Headin for the beach in a two tone torc flight
First time I turned and saw you
God only knows I love you
Never anyone before you
Dont you know I still adore you
My victoria, victoria ...........chorus to fade
(sweet)
(copyright 1980 garthward limited)
song performed by by Nazareth
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Fourth Year
Four years have gone
And something's well done
It's not just the book
but the courage I took....
To have come this far
and winning the war
Of sleepless nights I battle
with my notes I patiently handle....
Through the rain and the sun
my school life's been fun
For the friends I made
half the weather is paid...
From the guards on the gate
and the bus drivers who wait
To the instructors who inspire
my grades got a little higher...
I'll come to acknowledge
for you all have given me advantage
To learn my lessons either ways
For both hard and easy pays...
I was neither disobedient
nor a student that obedient
But school life will be a miss
Along with people I used to tease...
Now I'll go and be on my own
Four long years I have grown
To be someone worthy of recognition
So now, it's time for my graduation.
P.S. written 8 days to go
before my graduation...^_^
poem by nObOdy's gIrL
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A Lost Friend.....
What happened to the little girl
who leaned on chubby hands at school.
What happened to that lonesome child,
all plain and fat with soulful eyes.
The other children mocked her,
while I would shun their jibes.
What happened to my precious friend,
the one with dimpled thighs.
I recall the day she ‘died',
It was then she found her smiles
when her breasts grew big and proud,
those days she'd not want me around.
I recall the times she sighed,
when boys at high school caught her eye
remembering the times she melted,
her heart, it drummed a heady beat
forgetting all those bad school days,
she fell in love with love some say.
But I remember way back when,
when we two were the closest friends
and I remember why and then -
I cry for my forgotten friend.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Those That I Went To School With
Some of them with the departed and the others growing old and gray
Those that I went to school with in the long gone yesterday
From the boys and girls I went to school with many years before I reached my prime
I am separated by distance and by long years of time.
Some of them live far distant from Hibernia's windswept shore
And from the Town in View of Clara hill overlooking Claramore
And some of them remained in Duhallow married and there raised their family
And some of them remained unattached single and fancy free.
Most of those I went to school with I have not seen for years
And for the past and for what has been I've shed nostalgic tears
Like every other migrant for the past forever gone
But the present is what matters and we keep on keeping on.
Of those I went to school with good memories I retain
Though most of them I realize I will never meet again
We've gone our separate ways in life but memories of them I do recall
And happy memories of what was the best memories of all.
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Tragedy at Graduation
A girl who is seventeen,
A girl who is Rory Gilmore,
A girl that walks with confidence,
A girl who always leaves the door open to endless possibility.
As enemies in high school,
Hatred ran through the veins of Jordyn Parker for me,
Jordyn and I both wanted to be lawyers,
I was accepted into Yale University, while Jordyn was not.
Chilton High School was the beginning of a tragic ending,
Only two valedictorians in the school,
I was one, Jordyn was the other,
The other chose to make herself absent.
A palace like structure was the place of Jordyn's disappearance,
All the lights were off in the building except for the auditorium,
The last time Jordyn was seen was at around 5: 00 p.m.,
The schedule was to begin at 7: 00 p.m.
Shock engulfed me leaving me helpless,
My heart began to beat faster and faster,
A silhouette could be seen in a room,
As I began to walk towards the room it too moved.
Graduation consumed my mind,
Graduation had consumed my mind for the past twelve years,
Where was she,
How could she not afford to not represent herself?
Jordyn passed away at 6: 55 p.m.,
All she needed was some direction,
Jealousy was the outline behind the sheet of actions,
In a letter she stated, 'the world is looking out for you.'
Tragedy at Graduation.
poem by Gwendolyn Miller
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Influenced By Europeans
As An American I can say,
I've been influenced by Europeans.
I grew up with Jews and Italians,
Most of my young life.
My high school had a mixture,
Of Russians, Portuguese, French
And Spaniards.
Who would find me humorous...
When the teacher saw my hand raised,
To sometimes ignore.
Until I made outbursts.
Expecting from her more.
I took two years of French.
And had friends of several races.
Then one day all of that was changed.
When the city I now live in...
Became a place for bigoted racists.
Oh there may be many who will try to deny what I say.
But when I was a child,
Where I live wasn't divided as it is today.
With waves of bused in suburbanites...
Coming to work during the day.
To leave their jobs for an urban flight!
When I was a child,
Not much of that was in sight!
The first time I heard the word 'nigger'
Was from a Black music teacher,
Who wanted to impress.
Reminding us of how she felt.
And made sure to us that was addressed.
Oh yes!
As An American I can say,
I've been influenced by Europeans.
I grew up with Jews and Italians,
Most of my young life.
My high school had a mixture,
Of Russians, Portuguese, French
And Spaniards.
Who would find me humorous...
When the teacher saw my hand raised,
To sometimes ignore.
Until I made outbursts.
Expecting from her more.
And I was not hushed,
Until I got it!
Dedicated:
To those friends I remember
from Northeast Junior High School
and Hartford Public High School.
Just a 'few' years ago.
Or, more appropriately, decades
that seemed to have flown away.
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tuxedos, Lesbians, ACLU Lawyers, Oh My!
Cearra Sturgis wore a tux
For her yearbook picture
Her photo, and all her information,
was banned by the Wesson Attendance Center High School yearbook,
in Jackson, Mississippi, this sucks!
Cearra Sturgis did not show up in showing her crotch
Like the 16 year old girl at Sickes High School last year in 2009
Cearra is self-proclaimed lesbian, what Copiah County School District officials had done,
Was Un-American
What's the American way, non-discrimination, based on sex, gender, color, Creed,
and though some might like it, sexual orientation,
(like the administrators at the county or school; They are such fools!)
if all of the non-discriminatory actions were enacted, all would be fine.
Her mom was almost brought to tears,
'They've got kids in the book that have been busted for drugs... There's even a picture of one of the seniors who dropped out of school. I don't get it. Ceara's a star student... It's like she's nobody there, even though she's gone to school there for 12 years.'
Cierra was not strung out with any drugs, she was a very good student,
She wasn't aggressive, she wouldn't be on The Maury and Steve Wilkos Shows,
She wanted to express herself,
No different than a guy wearing a suit or a gal wearing a dress,
But she is gal that wore a suit,
Again the courts will put this to a litmus test.
And I feel that no one will back down,
Back and forth with contrasting retort
You go girl, landmark decision have been made before, by US Supreme Court.
You will eventually win
Although it can be five to ten years after you have finished school.
The Copiah County School District and Wesson Attendance Center High School administrators should wear a dunce cap and, in the corner, sit on a stool-
-For they have failed US Government History.
4-30-10
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Taking Too Long Is Not Recommended
The only drawback there is,
To making up one's mind...
With a final decision made,
Is the time, date and the year of it.
And what one believes is needed,
To decide.
If one still has high expectations,
Those awaiting for a response...
For a decision to be made.
And finally that day comes...
As if a light switch has been turned on!
That expectation once high,
Should be lowered considerably.
Since...
The likelihood of that decision made,
Being obsolete...
Is more than just likely a given!
'I'm sorry.
Who are you again?
You say we were the best of friends,
Back 'then'?
WHEN?
How far back is 'then'?
I don't remember you at all.
Oh...
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
I do!
Geeessshhh.
What happened to you?
You don't look the same at all.
I don't remember what was discussed.
What was it? '
The only drawback there is,
To making up one's mind...
With a final decision to make,
Is the time, date and the year of it.
And...
When one is requesting time to think things over,
Taking too long is not recommended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Letter to my Father.
If I try to go back into the hands of time
I can't recall the first day of my life
But with care and affection from mom I grew up
With the passing of age to school I went
Father you made me go to school
You made me keen to be in class
And saintly made me take pen and paper
And painted my books with a the colours of my writing
I must apologise my father
Despite the years in class I am not a doctor
Nor a pilot or a lawyer or the teacher you intended
Because I got tired of the books
When I could not cook the answers
I walked out of school
But father do not scold me
Nor poor cold water on my path
Cool down your wrath and smile
I am a self made man of God
I run a multimillion church with a large flock
And I milk them well by the Bible fodder
Father I write this letter to you
Beseeching you to revoke your decision
Of banishing me when I dropped out of school
Because father,
I dine with the kings, date the queens
And I still preach to the emperors of the land
poem by Major Elazia
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High School Musical is definitely the best thing that's happened to my career and I walked away with great friends from it.
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Walking Through High School
This is it everything that you have gone through us now memories.
All of your happy and sad times in high school have now faded.
A new life has begun on your own.
No more waking up dreading that this day will never get here.
Now the day is here and your missing everyone before they even
walk through these high school doors.
Every memory is left unsaid.
On graduation day everyone cried, I even cried.
Knowing that I may never get to hang with my friends ever again.
Hoping they'll be here for my graduation crying with me.
poem by Heather Hill
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Walking Through High School
This is it everything that you have gone through is now memories.
All of your happy and sad times in high school have now faded.
A new life has begun on your own.
No more waking up dreading that this day will never get here.
Now the day is here and your missing everyone before they even
walk through these high school doors.
Every memory is left unsaid.
On graduation day everyone cried, I even cried.
Knowing that I may never get to hang with my friends ever again.
Hoping they'll be here for my graduation crying with me.
poem by Espn Chick
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She Is Forgotten Pt.1 (Story)
Her parents don't notice her birthday
is just two months away.
nor do they care.
she asks a simple question.
'since my party is two months away
do i get a party? '
before she finishes a quick 'no' is heard.
'theres a party for you? ' her dad says
always trying to make her feel better.
but she knows that there is nothing for her
she hasn't had anything more than a sleep
over since she turned nine.
not only that, next year while she graduates
from the eighth grade to high school her
sister graduates from high school and so
does a friend
her sister gets a graduation party but
she isn't included in it.
she asks why she can't be included in it
and her mom replies
'you're sister didn't get an eighth grade
graduation so neither will you! '
she snaps at her mom
'well ill invite my own friends and
include myself in it no matter what you say! '
but deep inside she knows she won't be included
and no one will come up to her at the party
and say 'congradulations on graduating
to high school' and if someone does they
must really love her but knowing she
can't do anything about it and never could
do anything about anything that happened,
she goes to her room and cries.
she turns her radio up loud and screams
to the song 'welcome to my life'
'do you lock yourself in your room! ? !
with the radio turned up so loud! ? !
that no one hears you screaming! ? !
no you don't know what its like! ? !
when nothing feels right! ? !
you don't know what its like! ? !
to be like meeeeeee! ? !
to be hurt! ? !
to feel lost! ? !
to be left out in the dark! ? !
to be kicked! ? !
when you're down! ? !
to feel like you've been pushed around! ? !
to be on the edge of breaking down! ? !
when no ones there to save you! ? !
no you don't know what its like! ? !
welcome to my life! '
that was her song
and no one could say it wasn't without lying
but that was only PART of one day!
(to be continued)
poem by Selena Star
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For My Sister On Her Sixty- Fifth Birthday
FOR MY SISTER ON HER SIXTY- FIFTH BIRTHDAY
Where have the years gone?
My sister -
The most beautiful the kindest little girl on First Street Troy New York
Is sixty-five years old today-
Where have the years gone?
How can I ever thank her
For the devotion with which she cared for my parents
In those most difficult last years?
How can I ever say how much her being the only witness
Left with me of that world then
Means to me?
How can I say how happy I am for her
That she has raised with her husband
Four loving and caring daughters
That she made quite late in life
A name and career for herself?
Above all that she is still the good caring person
Who with her mother’s practicality
Makes the best of what life gives.
My prayer is for health and blessing for her
And her family
In the years ahead.
God gave me only one sister
Thank God it is Joycie.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Remember Then And Now
Remember little jack sprat
Remember three little pigs
Remember all those fairy tales
That seemed so real to us a kids
Remember mother goose
Remember Cinderella going to the ball
Remember the old lady in the shoe
Remember sleeping beauty eyes closed and all
Remember growing up and out
Remember getting rid of baby things
Remember watching Disney
And not singing barney songs we used to sing
Remember getting grow up
Remember sleeping in big kid beds
Remember ditching Barbie dolls
And tiring to flush their heads
Remember going to jr. high
Remember how scary it seemed
Remember getting used it
But not to getting picked last on teams
Remember when people had cliques
Remember when you were not part one
Remember when people started acting weird
But with your friends you still had fun
Remember eight-gread graduation
Remember high school seeming tough
Remember the day you got there
And it really wasn’t that rough
Someday you’ll look back
And remember doing this too
It seems weird now but
But it depends on your attitude
poem by Missy Lynn
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Senioritis
My last month or so
of high school
was the most enjoyable time
that I can remember.
I’d call us all in
sick. Pile in our cars
and head out to Sandy’s,
beers in hand
joints in lips. We burned
those days away.
Perched on the parking lot wall
our feet dug tunnels in the sand.
The day before graduation
we beat the sun out of bed. Shivering,
we bodysurfed as the sun peaked the horizon
and drank our final high school green bottles together.
That afternoon we readied
for church with hugs, hidden kisses
and more joints. White and green, we strolled
into the next chapter of our lives.
UC Fall '08
poem by Jared Ellis
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Too much!
Fifteen years old we are
Freshmen year is on the way
Excited all the day
First day came
And it is the school's blame
Because school wasn't the same
High school, have to be adventurous
But we became so furious
Too much pressure they put on us
From the first Day
Fun, i wouldn't say
Medical college they think we are in
Hey! , Back to reality
This isn't our ability
Doctors, we are not going to be
We are in high school, if you can see? !
Enjoy life, we want
Too much pressure we can't stand
Teenagers we are
Hey! , we can't even drive a car
Too much pressure
We can't measure
Life we need to Enjoy
To fi full our minds with Joy. :)
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School Is Not So Cool
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool
We're here 5 days a week
8 hours a day.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
People laugh when we fall
we just have to make a call.
School, School, School
A school is not so cool.
We have to work hard to get good grades
I'm not going to do it no more
I do it everyday.
We cant go on the grass
We cant bother another class
We cant save spots at lunch
We have to go as a bunch.
We have 3 minutes in the hall
I'm always late what a ball.
We have to pay attention
if not we get detention.
School, School, School,
A school is not so cool.
They have to many rules
they play us as fools
if we get A's
the parents jump Hip Hip Hooray.
If we get F's
we tell them we need to take a rest.
We always have homework
we never have classwork
they have to many rules
they need to take it cool.
School, School, School,
A school is so not cool!
poem by Chantel Braatz
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