"A Blog of Poetry"
By Wayne Eternicka
Emulating with envy the bustling creative culture of the big
Or just smugly instigating it in the less-frustrated northern wood
Where traffic isn't traffic and all can join the gig
But crime missed his flight and people do what they should
With a squad car resting that's just part of "Good Morning"
Never driving 70 past it, but wondering if I could
With no real news, then with a dubious warning
Was there really a dead mouse in the coffee machine?
A two minute walk to a haircut cheap as sin
And nearly everyone knows in person the dean
Oops - no haircut for almost a year
Until cosmo students are once again keen
We can just look like Wolfman-Jack: No fear
On the campus more trees than students I've seen
But the friendly ones I'll depart with a tear
Coz there's a day quickly approaching to leave
To say goodbye to whatever has become dear
But the joy is in what the students believe
Idealism in the young eyes is ablaze
And I can't refuse to be fazed
"Nothing so special. It rhymes sometimes, but in retrospect, I think it should have been done differently."
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No poetry by faculty/staff members for today's posting.
By Wayne Eternicka
Emulating with envy the bustling creative culture of the big
Or just smugly instigating it in the less-frustrated northern wood
Where traffic isn't traffic and all can join the gig
But crime missed his flight and people do what they should
With a squad car resting that's just part of "Good Morning"
Never driving 70 past it, but wondering if I could
With no real news, then with a dubious warning
Was there really a dead mouse in the coffee machine?
A two minute walk to a haircut cheap as sin
And nearly everyone knows in person the dean
Oops - no haircut for almost a year
Until cosmo students are once again keen
We can just look like Wolfman-Jack: No fear
On the campus more trees than students I've seen
But the friendly ones I'll depart with a tear
Coz there's a day quickly approaching to leave
To say goodbye to whatever has become dear
But the joy is in what the students believe
Idealism in the young eyes is ablaze
And I can't refuse to be fazed
"Nothing so special. It rhymes sometimes, but in retrospect, I think it should have been done differently."
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No poetry by faculty/staff members for today's posting.
