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Hard Knocks Trilogy
by Kristina WoodhillWhen I was stood in the corner at school
For screaming profane at that knot head Tom fool
For pulling my braided thick mane, black like coal
That Dad stored by our door, scantly burned, winter cruel
When I stood in walled warmth in the corner at school
When I was barred from Ole Hickory Club
Tottered about on legs broom sticks would shun
My long stiff hair matted like straw parched by sun
A shawl of tied torn rags hugged tight like a rug
Back when I was barred from Ole Hickory Club
When I got careless and slit my thumb deep
It bled like the dickens all over the sheet
Of cardboard I'd eye-balled to figure square feet
A roof, floor and walls for my new sweet home suite
When food free and shaky I slit my thumb deep
Endless tales
Endless woes
Come in threes
Say the knows
Such mathematicians
With paper and pen
Configure statistics
And soon publish them
While we from our corners
Observe and write poems
Of Sad Sacks and Sallies
Stuck starving in allies
Our words heavy nothings
In rotting thick tomes
10/05/2013
Posted on 10/05/2013
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 10/05/13 at 05:27 PM Deeply felt on a personal level from me, - written soulfully (your forté), and I thank you for this, Kristina. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/07/13 at 12:36 PM ... so exquisite.... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/09/13 at 03:44 PM Excellent all round. Or as Shakespeare put it: "To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks..." |
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