Month: September 2018

Poetry

Classroom Policy


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Classroom Policy
by R.J.Harrigan

 

Before we get started
we must all agree
on one simple rule
of my classroom policy

While you are in here,
be willing to explore
any and all ideas;
Check your ego at the door

Left wing, Right wing,
In here, we’re just the bird.
Whether you think they’re crazy,
or that they’re just absurd.

Academics have conversations
without it turning to insults.
If you don’t want views challenged,
stick to your Google search results.

Take a look around you.
Tell me, can you see
that we’re all in this together
like a family?

So, treat him like your brother
and her like she’s your sis.
We’re different from one another,
but the truth is simply this.

We’re all just specks of dust
on a speck of dust in space.
How unlikely is it that
we share this time and place?

Respect is my policy.
Is that something you can do?
If you answered “no”
then this class isn’t for you.

Do we all agree?

Poetry

The Cure


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The Cure

By R.J.Harrigan

 

Life is an illness for which there’s no cure
Fright into stillness, a knock at my door
Imploring words spoken, I chose to ignore
The door flew open, I fell to the floor

“Oh my word my dear child”
This voice was not caring
“What has happened to you
That is so overbearing?”
She grinned and leaned in
Said, “Tell me your strife”
“I’m suffering from this
Forsaken life”
“Suffering?” she asked
“Then we mustn’t waste time”
I felt that her intentions
Were becoming malign.
A cloaked formed around her
Her blade flicked a shine
My words confound her
“I was faking, I’m fine!”
I was shaking and continued to cry
“I was wrong for thinking
The cure was to die!”
Her reply,
“You realized this too late
You’ve made a decision
Now suffer the fate!”

Life is an illness
Appreciation, the cure
Don’t take it for granted or
The knock may be

At Your door