Tuesday, May 20, 2025

Nightmare for all

 Prereading Note:  I appreciate very much your reading my write, thank you very much. And if you do thanks again. If you are using Blogger or other simple, not required to sign in, I will return your comment. I have to use my cellphone and that's all it knows.  Sorry. 

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   Nightmare for all


My school desk sitting 

Listening, my classmates 

Reciting learnings 

Quoting sonnets learned   


Yesterday 'twas me 

Standing, stove beside 

Bleating out my heart 

Teacher had to like  


Today was different 

Girls having their turn 

They'd memorized well 

Shakespeare wasn't liked 


Boys're snickering 

Teacher couldn't quiet  

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Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov.blogspot.com All Rights Reserved 

Poem request #224 Quadrille by Kim, must be 44 word and use the word "quiet"

I am linked to Kim at dVerse, 

 my poem is posted at https://dversepoets.com/2025/05/19/quadrille-224-walk-quietly-in-my-dreams/

My poem is posted at

https://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=dversepoets&postid=12May2025&meme=12540

You can click that link and read all of us answering the call to write our Quadrilles and have posted them there with Brenna. 


12 Comments:

At Tuesday, May 20, 2025 5:35:00 AM, Blogger Kim M. Russell said...

Hi Jim! Welcome back to the Poets Pub! Thanks for sharing your nightmare quadrille, with which I imagine many of us can identify. I remember snickering boys.

 
At Tuesday, May 20, 2025 2:09:00 PM, Anonymous ren said...

hi jim-- i can actually see and hear this scene playout in my own memories! fun for me-- when it wasn't MY turn to recite. enjoyed!

 
At Tuesday, May 20, 2025 2:22:00 PM, Blogger Yvette M Calleiro said...

Great poem, Jim! As a teacher, I can easily related to this scene. Lol!

Yvette M Calleiro :-)
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com

 
At Tuesday, May 20, 2025 2:37:00 PM, Blogger brudberg said...

Poetry was never a boy's thing....

 
At Tuesday, May 20, 2025 4:52:00 PM, Blogger Jim said...

Thank you, Brud. I was fine on the nursery poems though. You?
..

 
At Tuesday, May 20, 2025 11:18:00 PM, Blogger shaun/tenzenmen said...

It's weird really. As boys we wrote all the time but thought of the words as lyrics to imaginary songs, and we were rock stars in waiting.

 
At Thursday, May 22, 2025 4:09:00 PM, Blogger Linda's Relaxing Lair said...

This is a very good poem, Jim!

 
At Friday, May 23, 2025 10:18:00 AM, Anonymous ben Alexander said...

Jim, I really like how your line "Bleating out my heart" sticks with me—it feels raw and vulnerable.

much love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com

 
At Saturday, May 24, 2025 6:40:00 PM, Blogger Lona Gynt said...

This was so vivid! not snickering here, that is for sure. well done!

 
At Saturday, May 24, 2025 11:47:00 PM, Blogger Jim said...

Thanks, David. Sorry I'm not returning. Your poem was well written, your format won't let me in, even anonymous. I'm working with my cell phone and lost all my computer sign in ..

 
At Tuesday, May 27, 2025 6:28:00 AM, Blogger paeansunplugged said...

Reminded me of school. Good one, Jim.

 
At Wednesday, May 28, 2025 10:13:00 AM, Blogger Anita Sabat said...

Class fun :)

 

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