Who Locked The Boys Out? Poem by Howard The Motivational Poet Simon
Once I saw some boys
Outside a gate
They had come to school
But they were very late
Everywhere was closed
All about
It caused me to wonder
Who locked the boys out?
I saw a group
On the outside
It was graduation day
But they had come to play
The girls were inside ready to go
But for the boys it was not so
They were outside walking all about
I asked who locked the boys out?
I observed some boys
Wasting their lives away
For them
Life was only about play
In school they refused to learn
Diminishing their ability to earn
Their decisions caused them to loose their clout
Tell me, tell me who looked the boys out?
I noticed a gang
At the corner of a street
They had gathered together
There to meet
Only profanity
Came out of their mouth
I asked the question
Who locked the boys out?
I found some lads
In a prison cell
Who confided in me
That they were living in ‘hell’
They longed to be flourishing and free
Instead they were chained in misery
Staked out in a desert’s deadly drought
Will somebody please tell me who locked the boys out?
Too many boys all around the world
Are on the outside looking in
Reaping the harvest
Of their fathers sin
Some are tying to get in
But their chances seem so slim
So I ask with a serious, solemn shout
Who locked the boys out?
**** Mother Weeps On Net Cafe Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
My heart feels sorrow
for all young children and teen-age adults
losing much time excessively
in computer games
snatched from shallow joys
inside highly -commercial gaining
internet cafe
I extend pity for their losing future
as they escape from school laurel activities
and stolen by things that
give transient pleasure
molding brains into warriors
absorbed from war-like game heroes
and aggressive immortal foes
and addicting idolized fancy characters
far beyond to the real world
that they are heading to
Then, at no surprise
a mother with teary eyes
bringing graduation gifts and
circlet of flowers and decorative garlands
knocking at game station
net cafe’s door
weeping and looking for her son
who miss the distinctive secondary
commencement exercise march……….
Graduating To More Poem by Susan Williams
Congratulations! ! !
You are Graduating from College! ! !
We celebrate your graduation
And we are celebrating You! ! !
It’s been quite a journey for you
Life has thrown just about every challenge in the world at you,
But you overcame them and look at you now!
You are an Overcomer! An Overcomer with Style
And you are now the proud possessor of an academic degree
And get to trail letters after your name! ! !
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You are now commencing on your future.
I hope you do all the good things you dream of
I hope you travel and explore, live financially comfortable,
Have a good set of friends by your side,
Have all the Corgis and other dogs you like
Filling your life with doggy companionship,
Fall in love, and be treated like the jewel you are by the one you love
But one thing I know about my sweet grand-daughter,
Whatever you do, you’ll always do it with kindness.
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May life always be your college
May you always learn more
May you always expand your horizon
May you always seek more.
May your life have challenges of the good sort
To keep life interesting and always an adventure
May you always remember you don’t need to fear a challenge
Because you’ve met and conquered every challenge so far
And there have been a lot of them and some of them were doozies.
Above all, may you always make a difference in life.
You certainly have in ours
Bringing us much joy and laughter and pride in who you are.
…..Yes, you are graduating.
……….I hope you are always graduating to more
……………. Always more.
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Your loving Grandmother and Grandfather,
AKA “hey, old people! ”
It Was Only Yesterday Poem by Sanda May Benlien
It was only yesterday, when you were small,
I used to hold you in my arms.
Now you’re older and out of school!
Yes, it was only yesterday,
When I clothed you and fed you.
It was a joy watching you play.
I hope yesterday I was a good Mother,
So when yesterday passes and in the future you’ll be a good Father.
May yesterday have good memories of how we played and did things together.
And the little talks that made things brighter.
Of course yesterday was hard and enduring.
The pains of growing up and the joys of our love we gave yesterday.
Happy graduation my son.
It was only yesterday.
Number, The Wonder! Poem by Bharati Nayak
Who discovered number ?
One, two, three or four?
What does a number stand for?
Number is all that has played
A crucial role in evolving science
From simple counting to measuring
Distances between stars
We use the numbers.
What a wonder the number is
How do mathematicians play with number?
How did come the concept of a negative number?
Numbers are milestones in a person’s life
The birthdate, date of graduation, Date of marriage
All things are recorded through number.
Numbers are used in our everyday life
Be it to dial on a phone
Or to purchase things from a grocery
Or to check bank balance
Or to measure temperature of a day
Our daily activities can’t go without numbers
Though mathematics look puzzling
It is the most essential thing in our daily living.
Emerald Poem by M.J. Lemon
On a day when emerald is ubiquitous
one may dwell on greening
and springtime and renewal and coming of new life
Yes, life
What is life?
Some call it sacred special or a gift
But you can certainly remember that
one person who made
living sound so ordinary that listening to the details
prompted the mind to unravel to travel to wander
to rid the environment of the commonplace
Birth
always first
I remember only the crib and mobile
and the aquarium with the angelfish
and two faces a man and a woman
dad and mom
Then came the fourth birthday
baby teeth out
and the puppy in, the terrier
and my companion always by my side
And because I am of that generation
I still remember the kid
Sonny who caught a virus and then disappeared
We thought it was normal when the teacher told us
he died from the sickness
from disease now readily cured
just by swallowing medication twice
There were days at play and
Sherry and Brian and the Lone Ranger
hoarding toys and going home
and then waking up one morning
And I’m in high school
a rite of passage and
I no longer want to know brother and sister
because I was becoming important
There was track and swimming
and chemistry and physics and algebra
and chemistry again when I fell in love
and kissed and fell in love again
and then all over again I forget the faces
but remember the convertible
and the nights parked at the beach
and the prom and the grad
where life seemed to stop and I thought
I mortgaged my own apartment in Nirvana
But college called and academics and athletics and love
filled every moment (Where did I get all that energy?)
And then everything I knew as love withered when
that Treasure from overseas made an introduction
from that insane instant
we became inseparable and I now knew
love lust and humanity were discrete but best
when bundled tight and held close
And so the family began to arrive
all the greatest of gifts when
in third year I broke my leg too
ironically or provocatively a day after reading
in the student paper
another cheerleader activist broke both legs
falling from a balcony
And a private dream died because
I never played a sport professionally
and walking hurt for over a year
but I saved the casts crutches wheelchair
Graduation with honours came and
then a job another and another
and still another all adding up
what might I call a career at some stage
There was that year I didn’t forget to call the brother
and sister and they were fine and so was I
and then I did a double take when I realized I still
had that convertible and could carry my Treasure
to the sand dunes where we reclaimed younger days
A career finally arrived better late than never
but by then I wasn’t looking for
any job to give my life purpose
How quickly tempus fugit
My daughter called last month and we talked
for an hour before I invited her for dinner
but she said she couldn’t make it
because she just landed her dream job
in Norway and was speaking from Bergen
and was going to tell me before
I bludgeoned her with the meatloaf recipe
My back twinges and hasn’t felt quite right
since the leg got broken
but now I’m bothered more by the daily medications
for problems I didn’t until recently know existed
and the regular routine doctor visits
but I have my Treasure with me always
and I know I can be a parent again even at my age
to two faces a man and a woman
dad and mom
Even I don’t believe it but the convertible
is still here even after so many other cars have
come and gone
And coming going
Like the Mystical Shamrock talk
leads the mind to stray or directly
into those burbling tides where you spend time
with your own angelfish or brother or sister
or own broken leg or Sonny or Brian and Sherry
or Treasure or fantasies of
idyllic summers in Norway
Places where maybe life begins anew
Yes, life
What is life?
Some call it sacred
An Instructor’s Dream Poem by Bill Knott
Many decades after graduation
the students sneak back onto
the school-grounds at night
and within the pane-lit windows
catch me their teacher at the desk
or blackboard cradling a chalk:
someone has erased their youth,
and as they crouch closer to see
more it grows darker and quieter
than they have known in their lives,
the lesson never learned surrounds
them; why have they come? Is
there any more to memorize now
at the end than there was then’
What is it they peer at through shades
of time to hear, X times X repeated,
my vain efforts to corner a room’s
snickers? Do they mock me? Forever?
Out there my past has risen in
the eyes of all my former pupils but
I wonder if behind them others
younger and younger stretch away
to a world where dawn will never
ring its end, its commencement bell.
Song Poem by Eamon Grennan
At her Junior High School graduation,
she sings alone
in front of the lot of us-
her voice soprano, surprising,
almost a woman’s. It is
the Our Father in French,
the new language
making her strange, out there,
fully fledged and
ready for anything. Sitting
together – her separated
mother and father – we can
hear the racket of traffic
shaking the main streets
of Jersey City as she sings
Deliver us from evil,
and I wonder can she see me
in the dark here, years
from belief, on the edge
of tears. It doesn’t matter. She
doesn’t miss a beat, keeps
in time, in tune, while into
our common silence I whisper,
Sing, love, sing your heart out!
Distant Haze Poem by James B. Earley
There was a knock upon my door
…In…the light…was she
Grab your coat and in the rain
Come take a walk with me
So many times we’d hop the bus
To…A faraway…picture show
Days of Summer we’d take our poles
…And fishing…we would go
We’d sit atop the earthen bank
…Reflections in…the rippling…water
Laughing and talking…the two of us
…Without…romance…to bother
Graduation night…A distant haze
I’ve struggled with…so much
…The day…we went….our separate way
And failed to keep in touch
…Inquiring…of her…sometime ago
From a relative I chanced to meet
‘A prostitute…on drugs…she is
……….Working…some city street’
Stinging words…….in that reply
An avalanche…of tears…inside
The pain of which I won’t deny
And now…I hear….that she….has died
If perchance…it was…her darkest hour
…When that path……she chose……to take
Then…may God please…forgive…the call
………..The call……I failed…to make
Graduation Day
Graduation Day is the climax of a dream.
A parental dream that began when a child is born,
And their hope come true it would seem,
A triumph held after periods of forlorn,
A feeling of pride and euphoria years away
For a daughter or son – Graduation Day.
It is a peak of success for the graduate,
Not only for the graduate but parents too.
A joyful event after many years they had to wait,
Realizing the glorious thrill of a dream come true,
A genuine smile accompanied by a deep sigh,
Often a handkerchief in hand as the class goes by.
Graduation is a deserving, hard earned goal
With mortarboard and gown as foretold,
A gratifying service of the mind and soul
In a simple and beautiful sheepskin told
That the graduate fulfilled the educational rule.
At last, for the mother and father, a dream come true.
Graduation Day!