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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

Poetry

Oblivious By Nature


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Oblivious By Nature
By R.J.Harrigan

 

Is it just me,
Or does no one see
This wonderful, beautiful thing?

They all walk around,
With heads to the ground.
Oh wonderful, beautiful thing!

They must be afraid,
Or they would have laid
Eyes on this beautiful thing.

It sits, plain in sight
I think that it might
Know it’s a beautiful thing.

Perhaps, what it wants,
To taunt, how it flaunts,
This wonderful, beautiful thing!

I watch, as it flees
And still, no one sees
This wonderful, beautiful thing.

 

 

 

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Silent Adoration


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Silent Adoration

By R.J.Harrigan

When you see me staring at you,
without making a sound.
It’s because I’m lost inside your eyes,
not wanting to be found.

When you see me smiling at you,
without saying a word.
It’s because I’m hiding here with you,
not wanting to be heard.

When you see me laying with you,
without making a peep.
It’s because I’m counting memories,
instead of counting sheep.

Then, when you close your eyes
and I kiss you on the cheek;
You will know I love you,
and I didn’t need to speak.

Poetry

Villanelle


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Villanelle

by R.J.Harrigan

 

“You are not bored, you are uninspired”
The gentleman tells me but I do not care
“No sir I’m not, I’m just very tired”

I wish I could set this man on fire
Those words he spoke still linger in the air
“You are not bored, you are uninspired”

Does he think he is to be admired?
I shut my eyes but can see his stare
“No sir I’m not, I’m just very tired”

I say it twice to prove he’s the liar
I turn to look but don’t see him there
“You are not bored, you are uninspired”

I still can hear his voice, does he desire
for me to shout these words of my despair?
“No sir I’m not, I’m just very tired”

I make it home where I can retire
And I say while walking through my lair
“You are not bored, you are uninspired”

“No sir I’m not! I’m just very tired!”

Poetry

Thief


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Thief

By R.J.Harrigan

 

Today I saw a thief;
He stole a morning snack.
I went to approach him,
to say, “Go put it back!”

I simply can’t explain,
perhaps just in a mood.
I stopped to think about the
fact, he may need the food.

His clothes were ragged but
that’s the style of today.
I didn’t want to judge
him in that specific way.

He may have children,
whom haven’t had a bite,
for several aching days;
For several waking nights.

He may have had a job,
that worked him to the bone;
Until the day he was replaced
by an app on a phone.

The thief had come and gone
while I imagined his plight.
The shop owner came outside
but the thief was out of sight.

He looked at me and said,
“That thief don’t know the cost.
I’ll have to sell 15 just
to make up what I’ve lost.”

Suddenly, I felt conflicted.
‘Cause in the thief’s defense,
He must eat to live but,
not at this man’s expense.

This man has a family
depending on his store.
Now they’ll have to miss a meal,
though the thief missed many more.

Stealing is always wrong.
I know this much is true.
But I can’t help but wonder
what I, or you, would do?