For today’s prompt, take the phrase “The First (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “The First Kiss,” “The First Day of the Month,” and/or “The First Time I Rode a Bike” (which, by the way, ended with me in a fence, because we didn’t cover how to brake).
My First Crush
I craved cooties as a young boy
never thought girls were icky
still don’t after two divorces
I clearly remember my first crush
no names since we’re Facebook friends
and she doesn’t know
At least I hope she doesn’t know
I’d have rather go unnoticed than rejected
especially back in elementary school
I knew I wouldn’t have a chance with her
a future cheerleader while my parents
shopped for me in the “husky” section
I concocted elaborate fantasies
in my immature mind with only a vague
notion of love and even less of sex
I just knew I wanted one
like a dog chasing a car
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
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the first starlight escort waltz
time has rolled around for
the first starlight escort waltz
this is done with a lady and a gentleman
or two ladies skating together
please, clear the floor
bellowed over the speaker
she was skating all alone
I never saw her here before
the lights had dimmed
and the stars were twinkling
golden hair fell across her shoulders
velvet dress flung up with her spin
I was lost in her smile
who would ask her to the floor
such a prize sitting this out
surely someone else had noticed
there was nothing so graceful
nothing so pleasant to see
I guess this was my chance
Frankie Valli was crooning
Oh what a night. . .
and it was as she said “yes” to me
Dennis Gray 4/6/2021
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Lucky guy!
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Oh yes…those crushes…I should write about mine.
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Definitely. I look forward to reading.
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