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high school daze
high school daze
comes hard
at high noon
eens besieging innocent years
budding philosophies
the apostrophe
of every errant victim
new tresses
find vacant body canvas
where fragile virginity
fluctuating octaves
and wild testosterone
accelerate the courtship
of giddy vixens
on pimple island
bitter books
enslave potential leisure
incremental pleasure
diminishing wit
to average garblage
when random roll call
solicits intellectual
accountability
sorority majority
brand new calamity
he said she said
blood shed
leaks evidence
of abortive concupiscence
wisdom wastes
in the flurry
of silver promises
and backhand trickery
gullible girls
trade half-ripe cherries
for the flimsy virtue
of truant boys
and when the last bell peals
prom glory breathes
its final breath
as smoke testaments
lament the sudden death
of blustery
high school daze…
© Copyright 2019 January 28
by Clyve A. Bowen
comes hard
at high noon
eens besieging innocent years
budding philosophies
the apostrophe
of every errant victim
new tresses
find vacant body canvas
where fragile virginity
fluctuating octaves
and wild testosterone
accelerate the courtship
of giddy vixens
on pimple island
bitter books
enslave potential leisure
incremental pleasure
diminishing wit
to average garblage
when random roll call
solicits intellectual
accountability
sorority majority
brand new calamity
he said she said
blood shed
leaks evidence
of abortive concupiscence
wisdom wastes
in the flurry
of silver promises
and backhand trickery
gullible girls
trade half-ripe cherries
for the flimsy virtue
of truant boys
and when the last bell peals
prom glory breathes
its final breath
as smoke testaments
lament the sudden death
of blustery
high school daze…
© Copyright 2019 January 28
by Clyve A. Bowen
Published 28th Jan 2019
Author's Note
This poem explores the sensual preoccupation of high school "eens" grappling with the emergent emotions of self discovery amidst inescapable scholastic demands.
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28th Jan 2019 4:33pm
Great job, cab. Excellent writing, as usual! This one really brought me back to my own high school 'daze', a nostalgic trip to the past. Here's my favorite stanza:
"new tresses
find vacant body canvas
where fragile virginity
fluctuating octaves
and wild testosterone
accelerate the courtship
of giddy vixens
on pimple island"
This part was very clever and creative.
And this:
"bitter books
enslave potential leisure"
Reminded me of a line in an old poem that I just posted:
"Like robots we are simultaneously subjected to such repetitive tasks and tests,
Leaving little time for leisure; I am growing ever weary."
Anyway, nicely done, once again, cab :)
"new tresses
find vacant body canvas
where fragile virginity
fluctuating octaves
and wild testosterone
accelerate the courtship
of giddy vixens
on pimple island"
This part was very clever and creative.
And this:
"bitter books
enslave potential leisure"
Reminded me of a line in an old poem that I just posted:
"Like robots we are simultaneously subjected to such repetitive tasks and tests,
Leaving little time for leisure; I am growing ever weary."
Anyway, nicely done, once again, cab :)
28th Jan 2019 7:06pm
Thank you, NewBeginnings. I think this one more or less wrote me!
I have struggled with being implicit rather than overt without allowing obscurity to hemorrhage my intended meaning. I'm glad that you, at least, have eyes that see.
Ah, I see the parallels between my "bitter books...leisure" and your "robots.../Leaving little time for leisure."
I have struggled with being implicit rather than overt without allowing obscurity to hemorrhage my intended meaning. I'm glad that you, at least, have eyes that see.
Ah, I see the parallels between my "bitter books...leisure" and your "robots.../Leaving little time for leisure."
