Twelve; the year of liberation
Freedom from the tyrant
What a glorious sensation
No more, shhhh...”You can't”
Took up life-long habits
Some were bad and one was great
I bought my own cigarettes
Stayed up reading way too late
Mrs. Moore, I thank your grace
Stayed after school with me
I still see your smiling face
You're the one who set me free
Stories, places and times away
I had adventures and I flew
Read about the good old days
I knocked back root-beer brew
Dwarfs and knights and fearsome things
Fair maids and binding oaths
I met wizards, queens and bravest kings
The dragons made some toast
I still fill my empty time
With fantasy and story
I even write some horror-rhyme
I like to get real gory
A not forgotten gift to me
All these many years ago
Mrs. Moore, you made me see
I just wanted you to know.
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being enabled to see
A lovely piece of gratitude. It is great to be enabled to see.
Mrs.M...
Showed me how to sound out the words and had me reading in no time! She gave me a world that could take me away from my troubled home life. I am forever grateful. ~ Gee.
good Mrs Moore wanted more
you gave an added
O
Not sure what...
you are saying here, but thanks for reading and the comment, [even if I don't know what it meant}.
~ Gee.
in more
just add another o
'it becomes
MOORE
now you know
I hope so
i get it now!...
Thanks again! ~Gee.
Gee
I bet Mrs Moore is waltzing among the stars saying look at my boy he is doing well..
Great recognition of someone that really helped you,
Yours, Ian.
It is nice...
to think that she is somewhere that she can see and proud of what I have accomplished.
It's even possible that she is still alive, [not likely] but possible. I think she was in her early to mid-thirties and 56 years later she might still be around. Just thought that it was long overdue to give her
the recognition that she deserves. ~ Gee.
Great tribute to those who opened a door to the darker room
and let the storylight In
I was lucky...we were trained to
read and be articulate..by the time
I was in kindergarten and beyond
I had that part..math..comprehension
academics...beyond me...seeing
difficult patterns easy....writing
in formal setting...failed!
But by high school I had teachers
as friends...People that saw the
intellect without meaning....
I never amounted too anything
but I threw in ideas..tweaked systems
all the way along and still do till I drop
a lifer this way.....I had teachers too
who shone and guided me..
To have someone give U the basic
to start too understand the mystery
of reading...and then find in those
stories the survival....
My girl..most recent..is very bright
anxiety and shell shock syndrome
from a rather tough life....But hardcore
her sister manages this huge area
her kid far away is getting an english
major.....the youngest still a rebel
but cutting her groove.....
All my chums gave me books too read
before i went hardcore into the study
of people..Socialogy...not scientologists
I got into a scrap almost with one of
these bright brains....I read parts of
that book...parts of the bible.
The Hobbit...was pretty good..a lot of
science fiction....etc etc..
mostly it calmed the frustration of that
wild era I lived through...
Mrs Moore sounds pretty cool!
Thank U!
My home life...
was Hell during the years of 10-11-12. My father was an alcoholic and we were tyrannized
by his fits of anger. He lashed out at everything and everyone, because he couldn't get his shit together. He was an amputee, lost his right leg in a motorcycle accident at 19 yrs. but he did everything almost effortlessly. He was an excellent swimmer, He drove a standard car and worked many hard jobs. But, in an effort to comfort himself, he learned to abuse alcohol and it destroyed him. I have forgiven him for those years because I know that it is a disease that many people never conquer.~ Gee.
alternate escape plan
why Bunni read tons of books too.
everyone else had it rougher.
maybe...maybe emotional is just
as tough...
drinking..anger..
disease...
yes...Comfort...
release..numbness
escape...silence..sleep
never rest....
some pull out...get their
shit together..
some...not so so..
moment of clarity
and epic things done
then pure madness
out there lands
and back
like some wolf
in from its quest
reading at least threw light
on ideas of expressions
and thought processes
characters too relate too
find empathy..
strides in development
that might never happen
by any kind of exposure
or step up by any influences
great or experential
..
Thank U!
Mrs. Moore
I've heard that junior high is the most formidable and crucial time in a child's life. I know it was for me, and also for my children. How amazing that such a subtle gesture came your way to make such a huge, life-long impact. A few things stand out to me as important to your poem - you've incorporated 'Shhhh..."You can't."' right away, which brings me back to your "Quiet Survival' poem that I recently read. Major reflection on your twelve year old self. I love that her time, energy and overall concern for you are stated as grace. These types of gifts are given freely, and accepted with endless gratitude. Your poem swells with your gratitude. There were a few people who stepped into my children's lives, almost like angels. Your poem kinda goes out to them, too. Perfect last line...
Thank you!
L
Thank you...
Indeed, the gift of her time, was invaluable to me and I've never forgotten. Yes, that line does relate to those days. Thank you again, for your time. ~ Geezer.
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Thank you so much...
for your time to read these poems. I shall be sure to add your name to the credits; if I ever get my little book published. Now, off to write some more about East Main St. ~ Geezer.
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