Category Archives: PS301 – American Poetry

The Calendar and the Clock

I keep wanting to return to before that date.
That date and that time
that sticks in my mind.
Before that moment
my father still lived.

But time keeps pushing me forward.
Ever further from that event into the future,
away from my father’s last breath.
Distancing me from my father’s

The calendar and the clock are my
enemies and my friends

I advance into the future both
away from him and yet also…

closer to him.

One day the clock and the calendar
will be my friend and take me
back to my father.

But until that day,
they are my enemies.

November 7, 2014

My father passed away on August 1, 2014. Kindness, Fairness, and Compassion are three things he left as his legacy. They are not the only things he left, but they are important. My new normal is not always as fun as my old normal. But I do look at my own children and students through his eyes.

A Child’s Heart

I wrote this poem in February 2009 before I started teaching. I still believe it’s true after teaching for 5 years now.

A Child’s Heart

Intelligence isn’t so smart,
when dealing with a child’s heart.
Tell a child he isn’t bright,
and you’ve just increased his plight.
Success isn’t measured on a scale;
for a child’s ego is just too frail.
Hugs, encouragement, and smiles,
will help him to prevail in the trials.
Letting him know that failure is okay,
as long as we try the very next day.
Intelligence, and its measure,
should be in the perseverance we treasure.
Trials endured,
love assured,
goals completed,
fears defeated.
These are the things that make a person smart…
when you’re dealing with a child’s heart.

A History Poem

Why is science so very, very hard?
I’d rather eat a great big tub of lard!
Questions of math and science,
require the use of an appliance.
An abacus, a calculator, my fingers, and toes;
all of these things are a history major’s foes!
A library, a computer, and a JSTOR or two;
all of them together give me a clue!
Research, discussion, writing, and editing;
just make sure you give proper crediting!
This poem is lame, and the reason is clear,
to make fun of English majors and at them I’ll jeer.
They write papers full of very pretty prose,
what they are talking about nobody knows.
Ramble and shamble and on they drone
about things in stories that could make you moan!
Why did Ophelia do this or that?
Did Hamlet go crazy like a bat?


my future is in the past,
but with the others I’ll contrast:
Similarities among the three really isn’t a mystery
(Science, English, and History),
Each require lots of effort, work and studies,
But give me my past and my weird history buddies!