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    • A Poem: Mistake

      Posted at 8:56 am by Mrs. Ram Jam, on January 30, 2021
      Miss, take my hopeful heart and
      eat it à la carte.
      
      This part,
      this art, 
      this ache.
       
      There's too much at 
      stake.
      
      Stake it to your
      kiss.
      Stake it to your
      abyss.
      
      This.
      
      Miss, take it for 
      my sake--
      before you find out I'm 
      a selfish rake.
      
      Eat it
      raw.
      Don't let it
      bake.
      
      Miss, take my hopeful heart--
      before you realize it's 
      a mistake. 
      
      
      Posted in poems, poetry, Uncategorized | 2 Comments | Tagged poem, poems, poetry
    • A Poem: A Pandemic Christmas Carol

      Posted at 10:02 am by Mrs. Ram Jam, on November 28, 2020
      no fear no fear
      the new christmas cheer!
      
      let's pretend the pandemic is as real as rudolph the red-nosed reindeer!
      
      they want to cancel christmas?
      now they've really gone too far!
      all I want for christmas is to go to the bar!
      how could grabbing a drink with my buddies send grandma to the e.r.?
      
      stop living in fear
      the new christmas cheer!
      
      but 2020 has lasted an era!
      I deserve to put on my earrings and some mascara and go ring in the new year with sara, tara, and kara!
      
      no fear no fear
      2020 has spit in our eggnog and beer!
      
      fa la la la la and are we listening?
      why are we scared of social distancing?
      
      no fear sounds an awful lot like no fair
      no fair no fear
      stop looking in the mirror
      
      the new christmas cheer!
      
      Posted in poems, poetry | 0 Comments | Tagged christmas, christmaspoems, poem, poems
    • A Teacher Poem: We’re in Trouble, Shoot!

      Posted at 9:34 am by Mrs. Ram Jam, on September 26, 2020
      trouble
      trouble
      troubleshoot
      nobody can hear me
      i've been speaking but i'm on mute
      
      trouble
      trouble
      troubleshoot
      caydon let the Zoom
      because his Chromebook needed to reboot
      
      trouble
      trouble
      troubleshoot
      amira's not paying attention
      because she's choosing a filter to make her look cute
      
      trouble
      trouble 
      troubleshoot
      nobody can hear me
      i've been speaking but i'm on mute
      
      trouble
      trouble 
      troubleshoot
      owen! turn off your camera!
      your dad just walked by in his birthday suit!
      
      trouble
      trouble
      troubleshoot
      mj's Google Doc won't load
      so he can't do the lesson on greek and latin roots
      
      trouble
      trouble
      troubleshoot
      i forgot to click record at the beginning of class
      hope i'm not slapped with a lawsuit
      
      trouble
      trouble
      troubleshoot
      Nobody can hear me. 
      I've been speaking, but I'm on mute.
      
      We're in trouble, trouble, trouble. Shoot!
      Nobody can hear us.
      We've been speaking, but we're on mute.
      
      We're in
      trouble
      trouble
      trouble, bang!
      
      trouble shots fired!
      bang!
      all the teachers are tired
      
      trouble shots fired!
      bang!
      am i too young to retire?
      
      We're in trouble, trouble, trouble, shoot!
      Nobody can hear teachers.
      They've been speaking, but they're on mute.
      
      We're in trouble!
      Shots fired!
      Bang!
      
      We're in trouble!
      Don't shoot the messenger!
      Bang!
      
      The traditional classroom is dead.
      It isn't funny.
      Time of death:  2020.
      
      We're in trouble, trouble, trouble.
      Shoot!
      
      Posted in poems, poetry, teaching, Uncategorized | 0 Comments | Tagged poem, poems, poems about teaching, poetry, troubleshoot
    • A Poem: Thin Air

      Posted at 10:23 am by Mrs. Ram Jam, on July 18, 2020

      you’re thin air
      i need an oxygen mask
      because you’re blowing thin air
      i gasp and i gasp and i gasp
      and i sigh

      because i can’t breathe your thin air

      you’re breathing in lies and breathing out lines
      i can no longer ignore the signs
      when you’re weaving thick lies out of thin air

      your thin air is under pressure
      your thick lies are under pressure
      think you can press my face into the gas
      for your pleasure

      i can’t breathe because you’re pressing my face into the gas for your pleasure

      i’m under pressure
      i’m under pressure
      and i’ve got one question to ask
      for good measure

      how can you be so cold when you’re full of hot air?

      i gasp and i gasp and i gasp
      and i sigh

      if i stay here a moment longer
      i’ll disappear into thin air
      but my lungs are getting stronger

      My lungs have gotten stronger.
      I won’t stay a moment longer.

      Because I can’t breathe your hot air.
      No more oxygen masks
      because I’m through with thin air.

      You’re out of thin air.
      My lungs have gotten stronger.

      And you’ve disappeared into thin air.

      white clouds in pink and blue clouds

      Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger on Pexels.com

      Posted in poems, poetry, Uncategorized, writing | 4 Comments | Tagged out of thin air, poem, poems, poetry, thin air
    • A Poem: Sunshine and Turpentine

      Posted at 10:03 am by Mrs. Ram Jam, on April 11, 2020

      On an indigo whim,
      she sweeps her soul into sunshine and turpentine,
      whispering its bouquet to the wind.

      It butterflies like dandelion fluff,
      parachuting on the breeze.

      While teasing the ground,
      with ambrosial and noisome sounds,
      it harmonizes into hymns of him–
      a heady elixir that grieves the miles, the years, the bigger picture–
      and lands on his sleeve.

      He breathes in her song, her scent–
      what went wrong and what it all meant–
      and breathes out: I was never enough.

      white dandelion under blue sky and white cloud

      Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

      Posted in poems, poetry, Uncategorized | 3 Comments | Tagged poem, poems, poetry, writing
    • A Poem: The Sated Double Standard

      Posted at 3:09 pm by Mrs. Ram Jam, on February 15, 2020

      pampered, never neglected, but unheard
      isolated, never surrounded, but invalidated
      waiting, never going, but placating
      hating the sated double standard

      Posted in poems, poetry, Uncategorized, writing | 0 Comments | Tagged blogging, challenge, daily challenge, daily post, daily prompt, daily word, isoloate, pampered, poem, poems, poetry, ragtag daily prompt, rdp, waiting
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