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April fools

Mackenzie put a whoopie cushion
on the teacher’s chair.
Makayla told the teacher
that a bug was in her hair.

Alyssa brought an apple
with a purple gummy worm
and gave it to the teacher
just to see if she would squirm.

Elijah left a piece of plastic
dog doo on the floor,
and Vincent put some plastic vomit
in the teacher’s drawer.

Amanda put a goldfish
in the teacher’s drinking glass.
These April Fool’s Day pranks
are ones that you could use in class.

Before you go and try them, though,
there’s something I should mention:
The teacher wasn’t fooling
when she put us in detention.

–Kenn Nesbitt

I like the idea of a holiday – Promote Yourself

holiday

I like the idea of a holiday
Of an adventure
Of a drive or a flight
New things
New tastes…

Part of me
Another
likes the peace and quiet…
At home

But the peace and quiet
Away
Can be
Refreshing
So refreshing
To the soul
But organise
Or go with the flow?

We’ll see what happens
Well where’s the map?
…go with the flow?
But a vague idea is good…
The sat nav
Okay when you know
But when you’re lost
…no hope

just hope
no tractor comes this way

the lone soldier
the lone chopper
the lone stone
standing
the wind blown
centuries upon

meanwhile riots
and demonstrations
over one young man
gunned down

while
hundreds
and thousands
sprinkled liberally and carelessly
like confetti
or on cup cakes
at a terrible wedding
of revenge and beliefs

while I ponder
the merits
of keyring or magnet
as a holiday gift

A holiday gift

Ceasefire for three hours
Aid in
Aid out

Meanwhile we quarrel
Jane Austen
Waste of time
Hyped up
Over priced

Too much to pay
What would she say?

A child lies
Paralysed
Lost sight in the sun
Couldn’t blink

We blink
And turn to other things

The wind blows
We shiver
Where is summer

Too much
Too little

Photographs like leaves
Or confetti

Take one
Delete one

Chance

Placed

Cheryl Bhagwandin
Cheryl62blog

March morning unlike others

 

march morning

 

Blue haze. Bees hanging in the air at the hive-mouth.

Crawling in prone stupor of sun

On the hive-lip. Snowdrops. Two buzzards,

Still-wings, each

Magnetized to the other,

Float orbits.

Cattle standing warm. Lit, happy stillness.

A raven, under the hill,

Coughing among bare oaks.

Aircraft, elated, splitting blue.

Leisure to stand. The knee-deep mud at the trough

Stiffening. Lambs freed to be foolish.

 

The earth invalid, dropsied, bruised, wheeled

Out into the sun,

After the frightful operation.

She lies back, wounds undressed to the sun,

To be healed,

Sheltered from the sneapy chill creeping North wind,

Leans back, eyes closed, exhausted, smiling

Into the sun. Perhaps dozing a little.

While we sit, and smile, and wait, and know

She is not going to die.

 

— Ted Hughes

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