When the trust busts
in to your village
Driving the lunatics
in shackles
Times must be goin'
out of print
Old Hearst's Castle
isn't any good for
climbing
Seeing the waves of
rocket fuel
reminds the Church epiphany
that 8th grade is over
So the western fleet
sends out a graduate team
And recruits for the labor wards
Used to come by the name
of Montgomery
Seas are Charted for a Reason My Dears
Why is how you got to me
I am a Labor Warden
and relocating dreams
is what God himself
won't let me go without
A new calling and bread
will we discover
Corrections and Bibliacians,
In the Yonders
Hurry now, don't budge there
room for everyone on the movie bus
We just, and we head
the way the work lets us
That's how corrections
work in Hitlers kitchen
You been in the purse strings
way too long
this country hears about things like you
Sends a special not to a guy like me
and my soldiers come to take you back home
We are recipe kings of the south
and kitchen protectors of the north
Hi time to get ourselves a career
I dare not say how time flew your coup
but out here in god's county, no de 'tats please
Categories:
academics, addiction, america, anniversary, scary,
Form: Free verse
I always prayed for a baby girl before
Asked god for nothing more
She brought so much happiness in our lives
Academics being the only thing, where she strives.
As I prepared her for her school test one night
and she wasn't learning anything right.
I was running out of patience, methods and time
All the while she tried very hard to mime.
After hours of learning she wasn't faring too well.
I threatened her to correctly spell.
I wasn't gentle enough while tying her braid.
Though I didn't raise my voice, she knew study is all for what I cared.
The pressure I put on her makes her forget and second guess herself.
Disappointment she sees in my eyes ,if she doesn't answer and needs help.
The expectation in my voice to pass the test and score,
She worries that if she fails, Mommy won't love her anymore.
I am tough on her for her own good is what I argue
but in my heart I know, that is not true
I wish of a world with no exams, so I could just let her be
Trained to think, her failure will somehow reflect on me.
Categories:
academics, education, mum, school,
Form: Rhyme
Sliding down the curves of a hypersurface,
Jumping from side to side of a polytope.
Slacklining between the points of a hexacosichoron,
Spinning through the quadrants of a cartesian plane.
Reciting digits of pi, I twirl them into Fibonacci spirals.
I take comfort in the chaos, settling in the irregular regularities.
Categories:
academics, imagination, literature, math, school,
Form: Free verse
The first ever teachers
now idle
at the entrance,
with feet benumbed.
Drunk with feelings
and wisdom being ebbed,
they fly lies,
he said – not me.
Crowned with thorns,
wearing briers
and clenching our rags
HOME we left.
Shelters mocked at us
and insults rained on us;
here, we stand again
but at the entrance.
Shall we rush into the class
as a troop
and sprinkle emotions
on the withering plants.
02/08/2020
Categories:
academics, education, emotions, poets, teacher,
Form: Free verse
A spleen for breakfast or is it lunch.
I’m not quite sure your words aren’t much.
Beaten by a crayon’s mark.
Your fire died without a spark.
The writer’s block must have returned.
Speak up son you’re getting burned.
You’ve got some time with this pandemic.
You’re learning redneck academics.
Categories:
academics, anti bullying,
Form: Rhyme
Blows me away of what I have learned
At the institution of soup
How dumb I was to think this poetry
Was just rhyming on a dime
You have opened my eyes to a whole new world
By letting me enroll into this institution of soup
Deep I use to think was a hole you had to dig, go figure
But It comes deep within the soul
I a wait to graduate in 2045
By then I just might know the differences
Between a sonnet and a lyric
On graduation Day I will be wearing
My Soup Cap and Gown
Categories:
academics, addiction,
Form: Free verse