NPM - Poem 13 - The School Uniform

The School Uniform

Monday
The Beta Club T-shirt.

Tuesday
The Blood Drive T-shirt.

Wednesday
The Anti-bullying T-shirt.

Thursday
The Mini-Relay for Live Walk T-shirt.

Friday
Spread the Word to End the Word T-shirt.

NPM - Poem 12 - The Walk

The Walk

Today, BHS walked
For a cure
To increase awareness,
And
To remember those
Who have
And
To remember those
Who have not.

What a sight!
To my delight,
Thirteen teams
Who brains did glean
Awareness of this disease,
Spreading knowledge as they pleased.

Then others joined the walk
As they too placed great stock
In honoring and remembering
With classmates and teachers assembling,
Around that track,
For on this day memories they do not lack.

Knowledge is the cure.
Therefore, today, we continued to ensure
That someone always seeks
The answer to cancer for keeps.

Around that track.
Lap 1.
Around that track.
Lap 2.
Around that track.
Lap 3.

Remembering,
Honoring,
Those who have,
Those who have not.

NPM - Poem 11: The Shortest Song

The Shortest Song

Yesterday, in class,
A voice did proclam,
"Mrs. Gillmore, your song you sang?"

"Classroom dot Google dot Com!"
[Up one octave]
"Classroom dot Google dot Com!"

No rhyme.
Only two lines.

Every day,
Mulitple times,
These two lines I do refrain.

Why?

I like music.
Therefore, I like poetry.

I love music.
Therefore, I love poetry.

Then, the voices say,
"Your song I sang."

But.

"Your song continues to repeat.
It will not leave."

More.

Surely, more lines must come.

No.

No more are needed.

For by repeat two.
They have arrived.
Work must now thrive

at

"Classroom dot Google dot Com!"

Then...
Pandora moves in
With her voices they do blend,
As fingers type,
Now no more hype,
For Mrs. Gillmore's song
Now long gone.

Until

The bell rings.
More students for whom to sing.

Ready?
For words you now know.

"Classroom dot Google dot Com!"

NPM - Poem 10 - Three Saved

Three Saved

Today, my life saved three,
As on that table I did bleed.

Sharing essence,
Surrounded by other adolescents,
Who each saved three,
As they, too, did bleed.

Leading by example,
Of this gift others will sample,
Providing life to others ample.

I stood.
I watched.
In with the tool.
As The Girl her life did duel.
Remain here?
Go there?

Her life saved
Because Life gave life to life.
For her a way was paved.

For before her,
Someone,
a friend,
a neighbor,
an unknown,
gave so three would be saved.

Give I will.
An example.
A heroine,
For today three I saved.

Give you will.
An example.
A hero.  A heroine.
For once My Girl you saved.

Give we will.
Examples.
A hero.  A heroine.
For 3 x Many we will save.

NPM - Poem 9: The Outer Dead

The Outer Dead

This time of year,
When season springs so near,
farmers,
gardners,
horticulture want-to-bes
gather near the seed stands,
contemplating the layout of the lands,
imagining HGTV landscaping styles,
looking upon those cute seed packages simply beguiled.

Time    s   l    o    w     down.

Take those
seconds,
minutes,
escapes in time,
to comtemplate,
reflect,
absorb
what those plants, flowers, shrubs, tree were
before they are.

Simply a seed.
Wrapped in a dead husk indeed.
A covering to be cast away,
Released,
Denied,
Overcome,
As Life gives life to life.

Before the seed,
the husk.

Before life,
The Life.

Then,
life abounds,
grows,
florishes,
expands into an explosion of colors.

Green.
Yellow.
Orange.
Red.
White.
Green.

All because, the husk died.
All because, Life gave life to life.

May we be that seed.
Husks receed.
A life freed.
Indeed.

NPM - Poem 8: Happily Ever After

Happily Ever After

As the queen sits in her chair,

Breakfast delivered with a flair

By the The Man

Each morning

Cooked to perfection.

As the queen sits in her chair,

Breakfast delivered with a flair,

Oats of a fruitful variety,

With two pieces of sausage

Cooked to perfection.

As the queen sits in her chair,

Breakfast delivered with a flair,

She is served by The Man.

Her Man.

What a blessing.

The Queen and Her King

Live in the Gillmore Palace

Ruling over 

One dog,

Two horses,

Other critters to remain nameless.

The Queen and Her King

Live in Gillmore Place

Along with Princess Holly,

Enjoying the visits of 

Princess Julie,

Prince Nathan.

What a line of royalty,

Even if in their own bubble they live,

This image they do contrive.

To no other such loyalty.

And...

they lived happily ever after.

NPM - Poem 7: The Sisterhood

The Sisterhood

Amanda
Everyone's daughter,
All things purple,
OCD, her middle name.

Leslie
A doctor soon to be,
Leading by example,
Driving far to be near.

Sandra

Lover of the little K's,

The eye of an eagle,

Always greeting and smiling.

Sabreen

The mother of two,

This year renewed,
A smile for all.

Mary Beth

Setting precedents,

Snapping pics,

Filling in slots.

Dr. Clara

So calm, soft-spoken,

Always encouraging,

Wise in all our eyes.

Nancy
Advocacy her middle name,
Passion for NBCTs,
Focused on her goal.

The ATNBC Sisterhood,
they are.