Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

Tag Archives: High School

How to Raise a Valedictorian
Study together.
She, homework.
You, Woolf.

Release her from school for
antiwar protests and call it
civics lessons

Ban video games

Tell her God gave her beautiful,
but smart takes work

Love unconditionally

© Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Trifecta’s Weekend Challenge was 33 words of advice. This worked for my daughter Riley, who is currently a top student at Laguna Beach Institute of Art and Design. Did I mention she doodled in the margins of her homework?  That she came out to the entire student body’s parents during her speech?  (She was already out, “gender queer,” to all her friends, and didn’t lose one of them.)  Can you tell you much Lex and I love this young woman?

The picture was taken by Lex as we were being goofy after the ceremony.  Silver becomes her, but her heart?  Pure gold.  Peace, Amy

SPACE CADET (for my fellow bloggrrrls)

Can’t forget
Space Cadet
who flew through the halls
of our school.
Weird freak cool
radical with balls.

Never was
one to buzz;
never came to dance.
Hall pass? No…
Hell, she’d snow
teachers in a trance

Knew her well?
Who could tell?
She skipped town too soon
to New York
to uncork.
Then, who knows? Rangoon?

Blogging now,
caught hers, wow.
Some shit flies so fast.
Sticks to those
who once chose
to call her “outcast.”

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads… “Rebel Girl,” and for Trifecta’s “Radical.” This is dedicated with love and respect to all my bloggrrrls… who embrace life with passion, courage, truth, and the kind of joie de vive not afforded those with limited imaginations or poor opportunities. Some choose their Inner Emily, but many are tuned into that take-no-prisoners style.

NOTE: This is a cantilever, a rare moment when I embraced a form for the post. Ironic, since my poems of rebellion are almost always free verse! Peace, Amy

Well, I’m not one for bragging (and if I am, will someone please let me know so I can stuff some humble pie in my face), but Polly Robinson of Polly: Writings and Witterings posed what may be her first prompt, and I could not resist. After posting, I found out it was one of three favorites! To see her comments, and other winners as well, please see: THIS POST.  And now let’s get down to some poeting.  Poemizing.  Poemization.  Er, writing poetry:

Remember Passion

Passion – all-consuming,
glorious blaze of every
sense alive and alight,
every synapse snapping,

a fire for
the belly
the brain
the heart
the hearth that hums beneath
her sheath and his jeans

Passion burns benevolently
for a time, somewhat contained
(but if the team mascot loves the
place-kicker, they head for a
fireproof locker, kissing in shadows
of the homecoming bonfire)

The fire can consume lovers.
The burn doesn’t always hurt.
Passion will wane, but
the reflection will remain
in the rearview mirror of their minds,
glowing on lonely nights,
a long-gone ember of…


© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For Poetic Bloomings, a poem about fire, burning passion… and all that follows. Also at my poetic bonfire, Poets United. Peace to all, Amy