Algebra makes me feel stupid.
Equations and inequalities,
algebra makes me feel stupid.
I could have an A in the grade book, but that doesn't mean that I understand.
lost in class, barely turned that in on time.
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
So I drift into my own world.
But at least in my world, I'm not alone.
Algebra makes me feel stupid,
it's not my teacher's fault, but my own.
The problem is, I run on academic validation, more so than food or water,
so I sink.
pretend- and make them think
make them think I know what I am doing,
but I am on the brink.
the brink of failure.
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
once gifted, now barely scraping by.
once impressive
what makes me impressive?
certainly not my ability to solve complex algebraic expressions.
is it my ability to fake it?
to only raise my hand when I know the answer?
Is it too late?
is it too late to know the answers?
too late to say I don't understand and ask questions?
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
once excelling in school, now regular.
Speeches peaches,
Just like leeches,
Sucking my blood,
Sucking my nards,
It’s really hards,
Just like a rock,
They’re in my sock!
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Mangrove Jack
He might attack
Always lurking
Never twerking
Twigs in his hair
His smell everywhere
Dirt under his nails
His creepiness prevails
Mangrove Jack
He will be back…
Even love when fret
its essence lost last year
though smiled
but still flirting
a dusty horizon
of course, a tale too vapid
for me to overwhelm.
A cademic
C onversations
C an
O ffer
M any
P rofound
L iteral
I deas
S upport
H elp
The poets throughout human history
With lines both plain and plucked in mystery
Clever though they may be, have failed to satisfactorily
Change the nature of man’s depravity
Document, analyze, mock, and praise
Poets have a role to play
In the drama of the human race
Provide some spice to improve the taste
But in the end
Please let us not pretend
That we will ever comprehend
The thoughts and deeds of mere mortal men
For it’s a foolish endeavor
And there is none as clever
Who can correctly measure
The moves and motives of human pleasures
The words I pen are my proof
Even if you consider it to be aloof
That judgement is for God alone to rend
His to control from the beginning to His ends
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ACADEMIC YEAR
Another year has come!
It’s the year
buckle your shoes,
to sharpen down your pencil
make ready
your eraser to neatly
clean every past mistake
of your stakes
So as to bring out
your beautiful crayons
to wipe out
the ugly painting
on the canvas
and repaint.
the mistakes
of the stakes in the past
is but an eye opener
to the waste of today
and future.
Another year has come!
Another year has come
get rid
of every dirty slate of slumbers
eat up every lateness to greatness
excrete the attitude of punctuality
wear a vest of cheerful appearance
holding your baton
of the race with a grip
to pass it on
with good moral values
to the next generation.
O’ good woman (3)
Where’s your head gone (4)
Rolling around in other men’s beds, huh? (7)
Look what I found (4)
Your baggage unbound (3)
Should I refold the linen wraps on the ground? (9)
Appease your lease (3)
Good woman, good grief (4)
Where did I go wrong? (5)
Your skin is weathered (4)
Browning and drowned (3)
Isn’t the floor quite cold down there? (7)
Forget me not (3)
Your mother’s wise whispers (4)
Surely she has prepared a house for you here? (9)
You are almost grown (4)
Full of bones (3)
Might your feet fall near? (5)
Fatherless and shy (3)
Teeth bittered and loose (4)
Tell me, does he listen to you? (7)
Don’t untie Yesterday’s shoes (4)
Let her walk (3)
If you ran bare wouldn’t they sit and stare? (9)
Bawdied and wet (3)
Chugging canines underneath us (4)
Are we lost in roots? (5)
Let us play there (4)
Before they barter (3)
For without tufts where can we sail? (7)
Lest we call (3)
Upon the one exalted (4)
Do you sleep with my prayers in your window? (9)
Perhaps on the streets (4)
Where you dream (3)
Which one hooded her hair? (5)
I’m not the brightest button in the box
and I do not have a first class degree,
I’m simply an easy going person
just committed to live life to the full
Some allude that I’m not a good poet ...
tough! I’m honing new skills as a writer,
I’ve made progress since I picked up my quill;
though Iambic writing’s all Greek to me!
Schooled through the university of life,
an academic I will never be,
please accept me with my numerous flaws -
a fledgling writer who’s spreading their wings
Something I am not Contest
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When coupled with experience
its lessons to abide
No degree or title, money or fame
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Life’s one great lesson—living free
the academic’s plight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
News of our examination results cheered us
Long wait we accommodated
Anticipation tinged with fuss
As anxiety our minds intimidated
Speculated
Doubting the truth
Anxiety accumulated
Sometimes sliding us South
Beside a destination to dreamland
Expecting the best
Assuming a TCZ brand
For a while could rest
Till to our disbelief
News filtered catching us unawares
Scratching on our heads the consternation kerchief
Whose fares, flares and glares
Became insignificant because with joy our hearts leapt
As reality pricked the doubt
That crept and swept
Bulk of the clout
Hitherto intact
Briefly shaken
To impact
Brethren without a reason crestfallen
Until facts filtered and altered
Scenarios where doubt dwelt
When facts our self esteem flattered
As collection of result transcript became reality well spelt.
At some time you must have met one,
an academic gentleman.
Though once a whippersnapper,
he's cultured, suave and dapper,
That mustache of his so pert,
his eye for a pretty skirt.
and then his neat bow-tie
which makes the ladies sigh.
He has such a winning way.
He always says 'Good Day.'
They say his grading's fair,
and, these days, that's rare.
He has one nasty knack,
stabbing rivals in the back.
When he does someone wrong,
at least it's with aplomb.
Condemn his spite and bile?
Yes, but - oh. my - what style!
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