I was just trying to remember the past
trying to remember the good people
and the bad people,
that i came across on my way,
i want you to know
that you are among the good people
that left a good trace in my life,
once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.
Eyes of Seminary – Zamreen Zarook
Every day in our lives has different fragrance,
God give us various things in abundance,
Day by day knowledge is gained in accordance,
Things depend according to the attendance.
Two years of studies,
Helped us to come out with various abilities,
Extremely joyful moments with buddies,
But life said every aspect has its boundaries.
Teachers become very friendly,
They approach us very kindly,
They speak on us exaggeratedly,
Because they know, if not we might behave badly.
Big shots in the school boundary,
These are years of foundry,
It helped us to find and go for laundry,
Marvelous days, fully packed with sundry.
Various angles the kith and kins are civilized,
It’s because our knowledge is enhanced,
Guys and girls turned well experienced,
That’s why we call it levels of advanced.
I was a seventeen year old senior in a coed, catholic high school. Our gym classes however were still all boys and all girls. My senior year we had gym every other day and music every other day in the same time slot. The music classes, therefore, were also all boys or all girls.
She was a twenty-eight year old nun in her first teaching assignment. She was in way over her head. She was about five-foot-four and weighed practically nothing. The nuns in our school no longer wore habits and I remember thinking it was a good thing because she would probably fly away like Sally Fields. If you don’t know what I mean by that then you are too young to be reading my story.
The music class was a mad house. She could not control a room of twenty some boys bound and determined to make her life hell. I mean, music class? Really?
We never did the homework assigned; never answered her questions seriously; never believed her threats at discipline; wouldn’t accept the demerits she tried to hand out; and basically goofed off for the hour that was supposed to be dedicated to learning about music.
For some reason, she seemed too proud or too green or too determined to go to the principal or another teacher for help; and, sensing that, we knew we could get away with our childish behavior and so we did.
One day, a handful of us “got in trouble” and she said she wanted to talk to us after class. I was the only one that actually stayed. She tried to lecture me on my bad behavior but I guess my smirk was evidence it was not sinking in. Then, she started to cry, and for the first time I saw her as a person.
“What am I doing,” she cried. "I can’t do this. I am trying; I am really trying, but I am not cut out for this. Why are you boys so mean and hateful?”
I stood up in front of her not knowing what to do or what to say. I felt like a real jerk. I was a real jerk.
Tears poured down her face, which I finally recognized as being a pretty face. She bowed her head and just sobbed. In my awkward seventeen year old manner, I slowly opened my arms and allowed her to lean into me. And I hugged her while she wept.
At seventeen, I was no ladies’ man, and this crying nun was the first woman I had ever held so close to me. I could feel her breasts pressed against me; the heat emitting from her body; and, the delicate nature of her womanly form in my arms. I knew then that I was destined to go straight to hell for the thoughts that were going through my head and the feelings I felt between my legs.
She pulled away and whispered, “I am so sorry, I should not have done that. You may go.”
I simply said, “You know, you are doing fine, you just have a class of a bunch of butt holes”, and walked out of the room. It was that night that she started coming to see me in my dreams. To hell I go, for sure.
I wish I could tell you I had the moxie and the influence to whip that class into shape, but I did not. The mad house continued with one less student joining in the fun. I tried my best to behave, answer her questions, pay attention and feign interest in the topic of the day – but I was just one in a sea of monsters. I stayed after class and after school a few times to talk with her, ask her how she was doing, and see if I could help in any way. She was actually starting to get the hang of things and was able to focus on the few classes that were willing to learn.
At the end of the school year, I was one of the few students who had not enrolled in a college for the coming year. Because I was one of the better students, it caused a little bit of a fuss and a number of teachers talked to me about the huge mistake I was making taking some time off before going to college. It seems they were all convinced that if I did not start into college in the fall, I was doomed to never go to college. I challenged them by saying what they were really worried about was their statistics of percentage of students who went on to further their education.
During the last day of classes, the music teacher asked me to stay after class. It appears, it was her turn to try to talk some sense into me.
“So, I hear you are not going to college,” she said.
“No, I’m going to college … some day, just not this fall.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know yet. Take some time off. Work. Nothing. I don’t know. Why is it so important to everyone? When the time is right, I’ll go to college.”
“They just care about you.”
“Bull loney,” I said, only it was another word.
She smiled at me. I had been dreaming about her now for six months. I changed the topic.
“Have you ever kissed a boy?”
She laughed, “You know, I grew up the same as every girl in this high school. I did have boyfriends.”
“Yeah, but have you ever kissed a boy,” I challenged.
“No. Not the way you mean.”
“Do you ever wonder what it would be like?”
“No. Never,” she lied.
“If I told you I will register for college if you kiss me, will you?”
“No. I believe you when you say you just need some time off. I think that is a good idea.”
Then she walked up close to me and stopped a heartbeat away. Suddenly, she reached down between my legs, grabbed the crouch of my pants and said, “Just don’t let this thing get you in trouble.”
She abruptly turned and walked out of the classroom while I tried to catch my breath.
During the graduation ceremony I saw her sitting with the other teachers and shared a private smile with her while walking back to my seat after being handed my diploma. I would never see her again … outside of my dreams.
I often think about my high school music teacher and my ticket straight to hell. Unfortunately, I never heeded her advice. That body part of mine she grabbed ahold of for a fleeting second those many years ago, has gotten me in trouble time and time again.
My future shines like the rays of the sun
brings my inner power to the outside
and even though I just lost a battle
(a battle of ignorance, not stupidity)
it makes me happy to still be alive
and to understand the choices I have made
Change is at the door, challenging me
now that the time has come
and for myself and my dear family
(the ones I love very much)
I am taking the inevitable
of a better future I am capable
My future shines like stars in a clear night
dressing my wife, children and I
dressing my brother, parents, loved ones
(real family and friends)
in elegant clothes for the event of our lives
a graduation from the lessons learned
Responsible I am of my own mistakes
of my unlimited passion and blind pride
however there is something I can recognize
(because that is the final point)
I was not born knowing it all
therefore, in ignorance I was wrong
My future smiles at my present, offering ...
a new alternative, a new way in a new place
a place where all my children can play
(where we are finally going to stay)
surrounded by ideal conditions at home
where everything makes sense after all!
I do not know?
My mind reminds me of you,
you're stuck in my life and there's nothing I can do...
Three little words have haunt me and it's my
own being thats taunts me...
I've gone this far and made a life without you
but why do I continue when there's no life
High on the thought things will be fine and
Living as a king with no means to my action
I'll be damn if my bank questions my
Schooled by my past and learning it now
how could I relate to the child I help make
for the questions that they'll ask will be
impossible to fake!
Give me my license you call diploma
and let me wake up from my nightmarish
Get on with my life for Everyone to see that this
Death in me will eventually be set free!
The Perfect Circle Plant was where most kids went to work as a general rule,
To begin a life of donkeywork upon graduation from the local school.
I dreamed of things far beyond the horizon like visitin' Rome or Istanbul,
Not a life of drudgery in the plant or plowin' corn behind a ploddin' mule!
I suppose I could've gone to work there, married and had a flock of kids,
But such a mundane life would've driven me to booze, landin' me on the skids!
They made expansion rings and such for airplanes, ships and tanks.
Not for me! I chose the Air Force! For that I've always given thanks!
While I enjoyed the beauty of Bermuda (where I 'fought' the Korean War),
My peers were waitin' for quittin' time, performin' their borin' chore!
I reckon they made about five bucks an hour turnin' out expansion rings.
I only made a hundred bucks a month, but it paid for my youthful flings!
I just couldn't see myself turnin' nuts and bolts and payin' union dues,
Or catchin' hell from the ol' lady for stoppin' by the pub for some brews!
While I was dinin' on steak and sippin' Tom Collins' at the Plantation House,
My pals back home were eatin' meatloaf and listenin' to their spouse's grouse!
I hasten to say that the Perfect Circle Plant provided my friends with needed work,
But operatin' a planer or lathe eight hours a day would've driven me berserk!
Should I have taken Dad's advice and hired on at the plant had I to do it over?
Nah! I wanted to get off the farm and leave the county 'cause I'm an avid rover!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
Life lessons reviewed
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
My spirit alive!
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
Vanity Upon Vanity
Evening takes over
Can't the day stops changing?
Mother born you...
You gave birth to us
Where are your ancestors?
Graveyard here calls...
Your family now run
Why do they stop to love?
We stood there in silence,
never asking for more;
we stood prepared for the violence,
garbed in full raiment of war.
In a moment of lightning,
a flash and a flare,
our defenses fell to the frightening,
our fortresses laid bare.
We knew what lay ahead,
and yet we carried on;
we experienced the chaos, the dread,
and still, the still face we don.
We bent our backs through the long night,
battled the forces arrayed against our ragged platoon;
to learn, to grow, to know what it is to fight -
to prove we and our forefathers of the same stone were hewn.
Then, after so long a struggle, finally came the dawn.
The sun rose, and we were men.
The sun rose, and all regrets over the pain were gone.
The sun rose, and we knew strength stood within our ken.
As our leaders spoke words over what we had just fought,
I felt on us the strings with which fate so often intervenes;
heard the call and knew what we had ultimately wrought.
As the colors flew, we saluted; forever we are Marines.
Ever on in silence we'll stand,
awaiting orders, waiting on your need;
the eagle, globe, and anchor forever our brand,
semper fidelis eternally our creed.
The volume of a certain something
does not by any means determine its levity over any given situation
or its brevity by relation
Once you strike a chord,
It's moment of breath
Shatters through it's glass-painted interstellar conquest
Where the fine line between an arrow and a target success
is evident in the lack of evidence
Which provides you, the Reader, better access to the verity in absence
You're an ancient old trick
but if I am watching, you'll have no where to rest your well-traveled head
But in my seductive grin
I am too an old trick
But I stand closest to the cauldron
Stirring green the ocean
To make way for that final moment
When the flame burns cold in the winter frozen solstice;
The waves come crashing to the coasts
Coming for my broken souls
With a gleaming smile for all their sorrows
Taking off into tomorrow
With a calmed, relieved breath
Reliving the scenes on an endless landscape
Now, in compassionate presence
Because after all,
Can't have nothing without 'how'
How: being everything that has ever been conceived of.
So, what have You left out?
You've become ignorant of your own shining features
Forgotten feathers from a bow
Lost your inner voice in the mirror glow
All along Zephyr without, you've lived as a pestilence to others and yourself...
And now, its time for show
Up close and personal
Bath in all the choices ever dreamed of; and burn with a rosy glow
Opened-close a shut case
Without remorse or concern or thirst,
Because all this, will soon be Unearthed
I do not know?
I Cried Today
I am thirteen today
You would think I would be happy
Yet it is hard to even crack a smile
With everyone wishing me a Happy Birthday
To me it’s not that happy
As today strange voices carrying on inside me
They say I don’t deserve to live
They say I should die
I am thirteen and
I Cried Today
My sweet sixteen isn’t so sweet
I just want to hide
Go back to sleep
Or simply disappear
What is a girl to do?
When she feels so sad, lonely and depressed
I don’t even have anyone to turn to
I am sixteen and
I Cried Today
Today I am nineteen
It is my graduation day
And while I am smiling on the outside
I feel like I am crumbling on the inside
Those voices don’t give
Never a break
No rest for the wicked they say
I am nineteen and
Today I Cried
I am twenty-one
No drinking for me
I am in a hospital as my first sip was almost my last
Who knew I could be so allergic
I am twenty-one
In a hospital and
I Cried Today
I am twenty-five
I thought I was in love
Until I walked in on my fiancé
In bed with my best friend
My heart feels so cold
I am so alone
As my world has just turned upside down
I am twenty-five and
I Cried Today
I am thirty
I am working hard
To get back my life
Take control of my future
And actually see the possibilities of a tomorrow
It is a lot of work
With a hard road ahead
I am Thirty
I Never Cried Today
I am thirty-four
In a few short months I will be thirty-five
I am not alone
I realize I never was
Surrounded by people I love
People who love me
Married to the love of my life
My dreams are coming true
I feel so happy
I am almost thirty-five and
I Smiled Today
By: Jean Shular
Young, fun, and sixteen.
All the boys droolin over me.
walking gracefully down the hall.
in my heels walking tall.
Rockin belly shirts
and sexy mini skirts.
Always showin skin
Happy and barbie thin.
1 year gone by, gained some weight
but still feelin okay.
Another year and 10 lbs more.
But still cute no matter what I wore.
highschool graduation passes.
over my belt my belly surpasses.
Four years later
My mirror, I hate her.
200 lbs now
lookin like a fat cow.
gained so much weight
too depressed to even date.
buy diet pills
run tread mills.
but I still look a mess.
Tired of shopping at the plus size store.
Pass a hot guy and know I’m not what he’s looking for.
Start hanging out at the bar where the cute guys are.
too scared to talk, just look and smile from afar.
start running around the block
doing crunches, lunges, and what not.
Wow another 20lbs gone
I feel new confidence start to spawn.
“Damn, I need a sexy girl like you”
Guy’s comments making me feel brand new.
10 more pounds off the scale.
Got guys chasing my tail.
It’s not over and I know I’m still not done,
But the hardest battle against myself has already been won.
I do not know?
A mother’s loving look at her newborn child,
Never able to relive that moment again.
For it’s the last time forever.
Walking into kindergarten for the first time,
Feeling so alone and afraid, don’t fear
For it’s the last time forever.
Kneeling in prayer as you are born again,
Living as a sinner no longer,
For it’s the last time forever.
Walking across stage on graduation night,
Nervous because it’s your last few steps as a “child”,
For it’s the last time forever.
Praying to God to help you jump the hurdles,
Seeing prayers being answered, never doubt
For it’s NOT the last time forever.
The school year is now ending
Soon it will be graduation day,
Oh how scarey the world seems
What final word's to friends will we say.
No more spongeing off parents
Its out to work we will soon go,
Throw in the hours for college
Little spare time we all know.
Buying our own food
Filling up the tank with gas,
Watching how much we travel
For now a tank must last.
Some will have to grow up fast
Other's may remain a child,
Perhap's move to a new state
Or stay around here for awhile.
No matter what one decides
It will be a change for us all,
We'll have some serious choices
Do our best otherwise we will fall.
Today we celebrate our honor
For our entire graduating class,
May we all get what we want
Have a happy adulthood that lasts.
She was always on beat and the most fluent mover. Never hesitant to step out onto her linoleum playground, Letting the stage lights beam down at her like sunshine, only refracting rays to intensify her lime light see she… was a dancer. &no I’m not talking about ya everyday tutu wearing mannequin. This one was special. The music was a part of her, she found a rhythm in every void and a tune in all speeches, it could only, flow thru her mind like water through the globe, more than she runs through my thoughts, like the way those greens slips of sustenance fell to the ground as she worked her pole.
Tragic ending to the perfect fairytale.
Mommy and Daddy had her dancing at six and in and out of auditions, wishing for her dreams to be realized unlike her own. Praying that her daughter could be somebody important, the next best thing since Broadway, better than Dejan Tubic, another Janelle Ginestra, but daddy had a sweet spot for his youngin. Wanting more for an innocent life and only turned her out of a fantasy. Pushing her on with the hopes only fools in the Ghetto would believe. Graduation day, she crashed hard, spinning back into reality. With no way to pay for her Julliard dream, a fistful of issues, and not a pot to piss in. She was strolling the block one night, and, heard music. Got sucked into the charisma of a strip joint. One second she was on the corner, everything goes black and when she comes to… she’s bare, with enough ones to get a place and put some food in her belly. That night she looked in the mirror… breaking down crying… all the dreams she had, crushed by the nimble fingers of fate. She doesn’t pity herself for long. Her mind’s already made up. “Gotta do this for me…” She rests, and the next day she finds herself back to the club to make more ones and satisfy more customers. It wasn’t the life she chose, but it’s one she’ll never regret, cause always had that sweet spot for her in el Corazon.. and she’ll always be, Daddy’s Little Girl.
Picture Frames a poem
Children in families,
Grandmothers, mothers, fathers and grandchildren alike.
Memories, keepsakes found in pictures in Picture Frames.
Look at our Esha(Ayesha) she was 8 in this picture and here she is 10 years old in this other framed picture and;
She was 26 years of age in her most recent important picture taken at her community college graduation.
Ayesha will be 32 or 33 years old when she takes her Senior Portraits she’ll take them next year for her 4-year college commemoration. She will have a nice headshot in a white silk dress or a drape in Tower Yearbook along with her graduating class of 2014.
Our Esha the soon-to-be college graduate with so many memories of her childhood and difficult adolescent years.
Mom, step-dad Neil, grandmother, a few great-aunts and cousins on Esha’s mother’s side will be so happy for her.
I do not know?
I open my eyes and all I see is a sea of emotion in front of me
The cries of a baby, fresh from the womb, letting mommy know she needs fed soon
The tears of a toddler, barely turned three, with blood dripping froom a scrape on her knee
The laughs of a child just turned six, her smile lightens up all her birthday pics
The curiosity of a child just turned ten, who suddenly becomes more interested in men
The pleas of a child just thirteen, who just yells at you "Why not?!" and "Your mean!"
The pride in the eye of a father, watching the graduation of his teenage daughter
The radiant glow of a fathers' smile as he walks his daughter down the aisle
The happiness on a fathers' face as he gives his grandchild a warm embrace
The relief upon an old mans' brow as he turns to life and throws in the towell
I close my eyes, breath one last breath, then open my arms and embrace death
I am not scared, am not alone, I have memories of my friends, family, and home
As I say my last goodbye, I want you to smile and not to cry
And live your life with the greatest devotion, and open your eyes to the sea of emotion
Her life is just about to take off,
As she straps in behind the stick.
The destination might be unclear,
But the route is hers to pick.
Education fuels her craft,
And graduation trips the switch.
She wants to see what there is out there,
The call of adventure is like an itch.
Her family is the tower that tries,
To make sure that the runway is clear.
Letting her know that back at home,
There’s a safe landing for her to steer.
The time has come to place her faith
In these untested wings.
In the faith that the Lord above
Will grant the joy that this life brings.
As she hurtles down the tarmac,
Her destination comes into view.
An endless sky before her now,
A boundless sea of blue.
With a confident smile upon her lips,
And a glimmer in her eye.
She rises above the firmament,
The time has come for her to fly.
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
I heard an angel speak last night and he said "write"
With lantern light weary I write this morbid night
The moon above the meadows move in gloomy mist
With pen in hand, hermit a man and death amidst
Oh shall I walk the aisles of graves and hundred names
With flowers full of life financed on furnished frames
Below the wind and warmth of night do whispers woe
In fear I'm not for I care take of those below
For I have seen many a man and woman cry
And I have seen many a man and woman lie
Distilled in death with only breath of the beloved
Mourning above...mornings above heavenly loved
But something is a happening around the night
If not a dream how dost darkness so quicketh light
How frogs appear around lilies that left the fog
Where branches dance with trees beyond their childrens log
As ponds appear upon plateau of grave and sand
And stars above nomadic night come down to land
And voices of the birds play like a violin
And whispers of the wind hum like a hundred men!
It is at this moment that wings appeared to be
Uplifted from the back of her in front of me
Dear Angel, ye are he that spoketh write of thee
But in the nude in front of me am I to flee?
With hair in waves and arms extended out to see
Appeared to me...appeared to be...a flame of sea
That swept the cemeteries floor with torch and fire
And all in death consumeth life 'twas her aspire
A paradise on earth and wedding full of life
As they I have buried myself were full of light!
Women and men and children spread
A graduation of the dead
Ceremonious gift of beings
Thy conquered death, thy wearest wings!
Forth in her hands were flowers of a thousand-fold
And when she walked her footsteps formed a flood of gold
With every step a flower from her drew to ground
In mystic motion as she moved her wings would sound
Just like a brush of wind, angelic crystal wings
Face of fertility that wore a crown of rings
Unselfish all in all with fingernails of fire
Did pierce my heart into my soul a strong desire
To learn to love and love to live and live to give
Yes even in the dire darkness something lives
Believe me not and no one shall when I doth tell
The timid night I heard an Angel's voice exhale
Oh Angel it is thy that is in sacred stone
That came to me in flesh and now thy flesh is gone
June 17, 2011
Angels In Cemeteries
I have no life. My social status had been destroyed after high school graduation and I've
been depressed since the age of 13. All of my friends have left my life for good. I'm
trying to cope, or better yet, deal with these changes, but I just have mixed feelings
about them. I have no life because I've wasted my time thinking about the past, instead of
looking at the future. Over the years, I've experienced heartbreak, after heartbreak,
after heartbreak. When all of the girls of my dreams have been taken by other guys before
I had a chance to talk to them, I almost lost it. And when I found out that girls my age
had real boyfriends already and/or already married to their husbands with children, I
almost flipped and I cried; like, sobbing; in tears. It's like somebody has stolen someone special from me.
It's also like I matter to no one. And on top of all that, it's like someone took a
butcher knife out of the kitchen, stabbed me right in the abdomen, plunged another butcher
knife right into my chest, and ripped---nay---yanked my heart out; killing me in an
instant. This type of rejection is sad, depressing, and it breaks my heart just thinking
about it. I wish I could go back in time and change everything, but I can't do that.
There's nothing that I can do to change the past; it's already done. This isn't what I had
in mind. Right now, I wish that things were better if I hadn't been rejected one to many
times and I were to walk into someone else's shoes.
We livin in a world today,
Where its streets over home
Heartaches where pain rome…
Its guns before goodies,
Babies before books…
Boys before brothers,
& family below lovers…
Its sex without rubbers,
More baby showers than graduation parties
And more funerals than weddings…
We’re blinded by lust,
And trapped without trust…
We’re living in a world today,
Where everybody falls a victim to the street..
A bullet is the only thing they seem to meet;
Everybody’s a follower,
But nobody leads!
We’re living in a world today,
Where only parents read..
The obituary is one thing they probably
Aren’t too happy to view..
But the kids who listen:
Its only a few.
It’s more obituaries than honor rolls
And this is what we live in…
I do not know?
Her eyes dancing with excitement
The joy cannot be contained
Today is graduation day
My sanity regained!
Her red gown pressed so neatly
Cap perfectly on her head
Tears are coming to my eyes
No matter what I said!
Call her name, Come on let’s go!
Across that stage so brave
One hand open, One hand up
Tell me she’s not going to wave!
The crowd goes wild for my little girl
She blows kisses to us all
Hands are waving in the air
Please look out for the wall!
As she disappears from my sight
Her big debut’s been made
I can’t believe it’s finally over
Here we come 1st grade!
So now let us converse about this chase
The dreams in life we try to acquire
Have been instilled in you by whose desire
Most of you been taught it’s a race
Coming to the revelation that something is a miss
The heart and mind will either become distraught
No matter to whatever belief you have bought
As always the choice is up to you to dismiss
These words penned will lead to devastation
Now once again I ask all to choose right my friend
Forgiving all the time or continuing to offend
With or without graduation
I do not know?
He said, She said
That's all you seem to hear
When you walk down the hall
It's the same thing every year
That's all high school's about
You can try to avoid being trapped in it
But you'll never find a way out
Life was so simple
Before our high school days
Before we became caught up
In the 'how to be popular' craze
High school's so overrated
Ive waited 13 years to say
Im a senior so leave me out of it
I'm just here til Graduation Day
She stood there smiling
as I walked the line,
The day had finally come
it is my graduation time.
She stood there crying
as I lay in the bed,
Happy as can be she said
"I can see her head!"
She stood there crying
with a broken heart,
After Katrina quickly
tore our lives apart.
My mom is not only
a mom as you can see,
She is so much more for
she is a BEST FRIEND to me.
For this I know is
her love has no lack,
I would do anything for her;
even walk from hell and back.
Today I realized everyone is moving in a different direction
I knew before graduation I had to write you this reflection
Lives are changing and lockers are no more
High school was just one big bore
Lives were shattered
And nothing ever mattered
We tried to smile and fake our laughter
There’s no such thing as ever after
Some our moving out
And our futures hold a lot of doubt
I just wanted to say that some of it was fun
But it doesn’t matter because it’s all done
Here we are at the end of a trail
We took some wrong turns but were able to find the path again
Echoing behind us in our memories are our achievements
And our disappointments
We laughed with our peers since grade school til' now
Fights started and ended between friends and foes
Everyone mourned the loss of classmates that were taken away
And together we all encouraged the representatives of our school
For these last four years we tried our best
But not all the time
Now graduation is here
The time to say goodbye is near
Together with our futures uncertain
We step off the trail and begin to pave a new road
I do not know?
The morning after Graduation Day,
You wake up to start a life in a new way.
Wondering what life will have to offer you as you are feeling so free.
May the Lords grace provide you with the wisdom to make wise choices as you develop who you will be.
You really don't understand the capacity of what life will teach you
all your years through.
You see it is Gods grace that teaches us what He wants us to know,
It is the unanswered prayers that teaches us to grow.
There is no such thing as an unanswered prayer,
Layered beneath our hurts and tears are the silver lining.
It takes time to find it to see it shinning.
When I was born,
I learned how to breathe.
My Mama held me in her arms.
She said that she would never let me leave.
Several months later,
I learned to take my first steps.
Mama watched close, so I wouldn't trip.
She filled my heart, to the deepest depths.
A couple years later,
I learned to tie my shoes.
Mama taught me how to button my coat.
I had all I could want, nothing to loose.
I grew a little,
Then I rode the bus to school.
Mama followed the bus all the way there.
She missed me; there was no one to fool.
Soon after that,
I left for summer church camp.
Mama made sure I packed my bug spray.
I think her eyes got a little bit damp.
Some more years passed,
Then for the Lord I made a decision.
Mama stood proud with a big grin.
My life had great dreams and visions.
About two years later,
I talked to Mama, told her God's plan.
Mama smiled, sobbed, and cried.
I told her I must follow God's hand.
I stand strong and believe.
Mama says I've taught her strength.
And trusting God leaves her heart relieved.
One day soon,
I'll wear a graduation cap.
Mama will congradulate me.
With her gentle hands she will clap.
One day her hand will let me go.
She'll watch and wait for my return.
But her heart will hold me close though.
Will you be here while they're little
to sooth their childish fears?
Here with Love and wisdom
to enrich their growing years?
Can they come to you with Problems,
will you help them work it out?
Who will help me teach them
What life is all about?
Who will show the pride and joy
on their Graduation Day?
Who will bless her marriage
and give the bride away?
It seems that you have always Played
the most important part,
In all the Happy moments
I hold with-in my heart.
And Now I have three little ones
to climb upon my knee.
They ask me very gravely,
"Where can our Daddy Be?"
I wish, sometimes, that you were here
to sooth their childish fears.
And use your Love and wisdom
To bless their growing years!
I have no world of mine
My world is that of the beginning
Full of void, trouble and chaos
And on sojourn to an abysmal pit
I have no world in my word
For there is no word to vivid my world
Anguish, pain, hopelessness is of my world
Still looking forward to a world
Not only of empty words
But that of freedom which twirls joy in my world
I still thought I have no world of mine
Until I met an emerging movement
Sweeping all with an unimaginable pride
It restored our hope with hope
As we started glowing with pride
For the first time in our life
Our world began to have meaning
We sigh . . . breath in with joy
As it wore for us a toga of fulfillment
And gave us cap of opportunities
Alas! we experienced peace and love
With a beaming smile full of triumph
We begin to rule our world.
Alayande Stephen T.
8th March, 2007
On my way to Ijanikin for Bukky’s Graduation I School,
Waiting for Daddy and Mummy at Mosalasi, Iyana-Ipaja, Lagos.
It is a special one for Nigerian and African brightest and fastest growing
Telecommunication brand called GLO, whose latest slogan is
“Rule your world”.
father you are,
As if you left me
trapped in a glass jar.
Not much space to
see what i please,
Lord please cure me
from this sicking disease.
Disease of hurt and pain,
As deceitful thoughts of you
float through the brain.
Days you missed
i cant forget,
Left out in the rain
all cold and wet.
how could you,
No excuses yet
I'm not through.
A card, balloons,
you showing up,
Would have over
turned my cup.
What going on
Why is it that i
Have to be abused?
I don't know what to say
Cause these things bother,
The thoughts of you
and unforgettable father.
We come into the world with a push and a burst,
So years of studying must be done first.
We learn about history, science, and math,
Proper etiquette, chores and how to take a bath.
Then off to College - more classes to learn,
While the midnight oil we continually burn!
After College graduation we get a job and maybe a mate,
All of it depends on the decisions of fate!
Slow down my friend, it's time to relax,
Put away the phone, computer and fax!
Enjoy all you have and Celebrate Life,
Away from the stress, worry, and strife!
The time we've been given be it short or long,
Celebrate Life with your family and friends in dance and song!
Spread happiness and good spirits wherever you can,
While striving to help your fellow man!
I do not know?
From the beginning I knew what was at stake,
But it was a chance I had to take.
He walked out because I refused to do the treatments like we talked about.
He couldn’t stand to hang around and watch me slowly grow profound.
The doctors told me to choose
But you I couldn’t lose.
You were growing inside
Till the day I died.
He’s not to blame.
So many men would do the same.
Holding this tiny duplicate of me in my arms,
I just wanted be around to keep you safe form harm.
I wouldn’t have traded the last three hours of this.
So this is what love is!
I’m fading fast!
I knew this moment would not last.
The doctors say I won’t make it through the night.
I’m writing you this letter and counting down till everything fades out of sight.
I cradle this miracle knowing I chose to go.
The only regret is that I won’t be around to watch you grow.
It was not your fault and beyond our control.
I won’t get to hear you first word,
Watch you first step,
Be with you on your first of school.
Or graduation day,
And “ I love you mom” I’ll never hear you say,
But that’s a price I chose to pay.
You seem so bright you almost shine.
You are the only legacy I leave behind.
I hear you heart beat,
Nothing has ever sounded so sweet.
I want you to have what I didn’t like a childhood of your own,
At a young age I was already grown.
Now I have you to show for it
And that’s all I need to know.
I have never loved like this before
I wish I could give you more.
It’s the only gift I can give you.
I’ll always be with you, step-by-step, day-by-day.
Be all you can be.
You are the best part of me.
The people who will raise you are good and filled with love.
One day I shall see you above
But for now your life has just begun.
No love can compare to mother and her son.
I do not know?
Graduation time is here,
It's time to kick it into to gear.
We got to shape up,
Because it's going to be tough.
We cannot run from it,
We cannot hide.
So we got to suck it up and take pride.
Pride that we are done,
Pride that we made it.
Pride that we can go be successful,
And pride that we are going to be all that we can.
There is Graduation Hesitation,
In each and every one of us.
You eventually have to do it,
So lets just get down to it.
When it becomes Graduation Day,
And when you walk across that stage,
When you get that diploma,
Be sure to be thankful to everyone.
Everyone who has been there for you,
Everyone who has been true.
Everyone who cares,
And everyone who is there.
Graduation Hesitation is here,
If we try our best together,
We can all beat this fear.
So lets join together.
The time has come.
We are finally done.