Maybe Tomorrow

Man, I had a piece of paper
With the best line for a poem
And that most excellent idea which
Is sitting on my desk
In my dark locker room office
Doing me no good right now
I’ve been trolling the papers
Hoping for an idea as good
But all I’m getting is thoughts
Of epidemics, elelctions, and encampments
For terrorists, armies, and refugees

Such drudgery makes for a heavy tomb
So I think I’ll focus on remembering the idea
That rests in mystery at school
Wondering how that handwritten line
Inspired by something about deadlifts
Could have anything to do with the way
My students tolerated my discussion
About scholarly writing
Or the way my other class chipped away
At an ambitious workout
With only a promise of dodgeball
As a reward
Both bringing inspiration to their frustrations
Which is really what school should be about
But alas, I can’t remember
What was on that scrap piece of paper

Maybe tomorrow…

People’s Inability To Listen Is Pissing Me Off

HEY DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND
I’M TALKING TO YOU
BUT YOU DONT LISTEN
SO I MUST ASSUME YOU ARE
NOT LISTENING
OR YOU JUST DON’T CARE
WHAT I HAVE TO SAY

So if you get a bad grade
Or my dog scares you
Or my kids are too loud for you

I COULD CARE LESS
BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T LISTEN
WHEN YOU NEEDED TO
THAT’S WHAT YOU GET
FOR BEING POMPUS
AND ONLY CONCERNED
WITH THOUGHTS OF YOU

By the Brandywine

The back roads take forever
All those turns and deer
But they sure are fun to drive
All that peace and privacy
Sometimes going out of the way
With the windows cracked,
The river determining the path,
And some old school country music playing
Sure beats the hustle and bustle of the road
All the others are taking

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Sunday

A long walk
In the cold October wind
Some cheapish gas
Two bagels with
Hot leftover tomato bisque
A three quarters NFL timed nap
And now a daily post
Under the blanket
Before whatever snoozing
Comes next

Corner Kicks

Maybe the point isn’t
To kick to the other team
But come on,
Soccer is just a cross between
Keep Away
And
Kickball

I know for most of the world
That might be sacrilegious
But the worth of soccer for me
Passed when Kyle Rote, Jr.
Stopped yelling, “Man on!”

Don’t get me wrong
Soccer players have great skill
And the game is beautiful
If you can’t stand NASCAR
Or golf
So let’s keep perspective
On the role soccer
Plays in our kids’ lives

The game must be fun
The lessons of sportsmanship,
Teamwork, and
Commitment must be the focus
Helping the kids find their strengths
While working through their weaknesses

How about we just let them play
Soccer would be much better then

Sacred Chugs

Heavy has been the weight of taste
Strong has been the partner
To the salivary libation
But the time for crisp lightening happiness
Rose from the ashes of classes
Where the rapper never stopped,
The annoyance went on, and
Patience made peace with impulsiveness
To settle on some chanting with
Those merry monks
From up in the valley
Forty eight hours will pass
The suds will wash away the angst
Monday the week will start anew
After a weekend of snooty restitution

New Protocol

Garish audacity to even think
There is more to feeling better
Than ice, anti-inflammatory pills, or
Shots of sugar marketed as hydration tools

How about starting with attitude
Where positive thinking
Masks the ignorance associated
With the old tried and not so true
How about adding a little education
Where current theories
Forward the old ways to a scrap heap
For ineffective remedies

Maybe then
We can understand

Nothing Happened

Scratching the surface
Is about where I spend
Most of my time
Treating the class
With a healthy respect
And hope for their thoughts
On benign topics like
Teenage pregnancy,
Drug wars, and
Perspectives on success
I’m discussing these topics
At one hundred forty character depth
Thinking that’s about the right number
For their interest in
These untested constructs
So I push
Prodding them with controversial thoughts
And paying the price for getting them
To think beyond the limits of
Their life experiences
With a phone call or email
Wondering why I would say
Something so outlandish
Then it’s on to the pat answer
Where I explain how these issues
Have many perspectives
And decisions are best made
When considering different points of view
Someday my act will catch up
To the slowness of changeable views
And the relative inactivity of abilities
To accept another’s values
Without being threatened
But for now I’ll sprint along
On the tips of my students’ crevices
Never asking their brains
To dig in