Best Colleges Poems
I was named 'kashinath' by grandfather,
but from very schooldays to colleges
and throughout my life's different stages,
my name was trimmed to 'kashi' by others!
It is a very old name in India,
my friends used to tease me over the same
and I once even thought to change this old name,
but my father liked this name of Lord Shiva.
"My dear son,what is in a name?
one may call the gold as silver
but you know gold will be gold for ever."
Father used to tell me this very often.
Let me explain what 'kashinath' means here,
'Nath' is the 'King' in our language,
'Kashi' is a place of Hindu pilgrimage,
an ancient temple of Lord Shiva(kashinath) stands there.
To end the poem I must inform all soupers,
I have been trimmed to'KASH' very recent
all of you can use this name in comments,
as it is going to be a time saver!!
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Placement:4th; (February 2011)
Contest:What's in a name?
Sponsor:Linda-Marie The SweetHeart
By:kashinath karmakar (21st Feb.2011)
Categories:
colleges, childhood, father, funnyme, old,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
In the Land of Opportunity
Entitlement reared her pretty head
Without a backstop to plain bad luck
Social Security's safety net was spread
Next came the 'War on Poverty'
Food Stamps and ADC
It might have staved off hunger for a bit
But dependency was galvanized, and (yes), obesity
Today there is unprecedented help
for anyone who will only yelp
Free computer classes, GED, ESL too
Guaranteed Job Training programs in high schools
and community colleges, Yahoo!
Yet the percentage of those working has gone down
and dropping most free classes reigns supreme
Seems that 'giving away the farm'
won't bring back the American Dream
It's only one man's unscientific perception ~
but 'teaching a man to fish' still passes inspection
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ADC = Aid to Dependent Children
GED = General Education Diploma (Equivalent to High School Diploma)
ESL = English as a Second Language (for immigrants and their children)
Categories:
colleges, career, education, money, usa,
Form:
Rhyme
Remember how neither one of us could remember how we became friends.
Remember the summers when we would hang out together all day long.
Remember the time you told the man in the McDonalds drive thru that I wanted his
number.
Remember when we would just sit around and laugh at everything each other said.
Remember how we set our halfway boundary to the pole in the middle of the field…
but you always seemed to move it closer to your house as we walked.
Remember when we knocked on that window and it turned out to be the wrong one
and we had to run and hide.
Remember the trip to Moody and we both rode in the backseat because we didn’t
trust your Aunt’s driving.
Remember when we made the plans to visit the colleges together that each of us
planned to attend after this year; Sam Houston for you and Angelo State for me.
Remember when we sat on Santa Claus’s lap together even though we both were
too old.
Remember when we didn’t use the word goodbye it was always “see ya lata.”
Remember that party we went to and laughed forever on the way Craig acted.
Remember how we used to use the Navarro mail to email each other.
Remember how we used to just sit in your car for hours just talking about our life
and the plans we had made.
Remember how you would almost knock my arm off when you laughed.
Remember when we said “best friends to the end.”
Remember when you told me when I ever need anything or just needed to talk, to
call or come to you.
Remember how I never got to say “see ya lata.”
Remember that day after Christmas when you left me.
I remember the feeling of knowing that I will not be able to hear your laugh, voice, or
sneeze.
I remember how I will never get to hear you say “Whatchu doin” even though you
see exactly what I’m doing.
I remember how it hurts my heart when I think how I passed by your house on
Christmas and something told me to stop but I didn’t.
I remember that I never got to tell you Merry Christmas or Happy New Years.
I remember how I kept calling your phone when they told me you were gone and
you didn’t answer.
I remember that the hole in my heart is because my best friend is gone…and will
never come back.
Categories:
colleges, friendshipchristmas, house, me, heart,
Form:
Narrative
He
is
in fact
a poet -
he really is a
poet - and a real horse trainer.
He has held one-term jobs at various colleges -
but never so far away that he can't keep in touch with the stables. He gives readings -
but only - as he says - once in a blue moon - he doesn't stress the poetic employment - sometimes this is annoying this - affectation -
but one can see the point - when you're busy with horses people can see that you are busy - but when you're busy at making up a poem you look as if you're in a state of idleness and you're too embarrassed to explain.
Categories:
colleges, business, horse, poetry, poets,
Form:
Fibonacci
Rhyme: AABB
Rhythm: Trochaic tetrameter. i.e.,
Each line as: BAH-bah BAH-bah BAH-bah BAH-bah
1 “Hi, Corona, thy name means crown.
But all thy deeds in pain us drown.
Many losing jobs, homes and hope,
Are not sure how they now will cope.
2 For months schools and colleges closed,
For us many problems have posed.
Online class is not fun, my friend.
Good if soon it comes to an end.
3 Deaths one million by September.
Scary number to remember!
Why hast thou become a killer?
Please, leave us, mad graveyard filler!”
4 “I am only a messenger.
Neither killer, nor avenger.
Many see me as an evil.
But the wise will see my goodwill.
5 God, your great and loving Father,
Sees you drifting from Him farther.
Fun and entertainment centered,
You are now much conscience blunted.
6 Money you chase; but not wisdom,
Depth in spirit, or God’s Kingdom.
With your science and tech power,
You think you're a mighty tower.
7 God sent me to help you to see
Powerless how you are. Hence flee
From all your sins. Follow God’s way.
Then I'll fly away, as you say.”
Posted: 20 October 2020
Updated: 22 November 2020
Categories:
colleges, god, science, spiritual, technology,
Form:
Rhyme
Life isn about keeping score of right and wrong.
It’s not about how many people you call.
And its not about who you’ev dated, are dating, or haven’t dated at all.
It isn’t about who you’ve kissed, who you’ve hasd sex with , which boy or girl likes
you or who played you or who you’ve played.
It isn’t about the color of your skin ,or the color of the skin you date.
It’s not about your shoes clothes, hair, money, or colleges that accept or
unaccepted you are.
Life just isn’t about that !
But life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It’s about how you feel about yourself.
Its about trust, happiness, and compassion.
It’s about sticken up for ya friends, and replacing inner hate with love.
Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence.
Its about choosing to use your life to touch someoneelse’s in a way that could
never have been achieved otherwise.
THE CHOICES ARE WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT!
Categories:
colleges, introspection, philosophy, timelife, life,
Form:
Ballad
We spent thousands of dollars
On our children’s education
Friends advised that we send them to State colleges
Less expensive they said
Not as prestigious we replied.
After spending money, time and energy
We have little to brag about
Our children,
Young adults now,
Part of a lost generation,
Have come back home
Desperate about their futures
Unable to find jobs.
There are moments when
We feel that we
Have failed them
But our children are tougher than we think
They do their part
They network
They are computer savvy
They know they must start
In jobs lower than expected
After all
Wasn’t it said
Generations ago
That without a future
There can be no tomorrow?
Categories:
colleges, life
Form:
Narrative
I am of Maroon extraction, dear
My grandmother's grandfather fought
Without surrender or tanant of fear
And two times with Boukman caught
And twice unlike him escaped
To die in a rocky cliff, proudly brave
While the freed slave escaped
He held the pass alone unto his grave.
But my grandmother, mixed his blood
Gave me a half German grandfather, good!
At evening when oral tongues tattle truth
These stories were the pomegranate
Juice that fed the worthiness of ragged youth.
My father from aboriginal state
Rose and span his flight from teacher
To banker's clerk, and then to police
Against the national disorder of labor
Hankering for a new identity of peace.
He found his, a veterinarian, at last
But for his broken wing there was no cast
To compensate, he dreamed of children
Into whom all his resources were poured
Rising to the top of government, send
Them to colleges far away, they bored
With the magic of his island never returned.
And I, he died when I was fourteen
Before he carved me from ash for his urn
Dote on his past like a child unweened,
While suckling from the simplicity of mother
Whose clothes on the line reeked of heather.
O but mother too, was only half of Africa
And yet despite the latent Spanish in her
I am your ebon tree, your chocolate or sepia
And when I dream there in the unblur
Stands my ancient, my vast begining, pride
Like a Serengeti from Ashanti to Zulu lure
O this child has many kings in his inside
And yet no kingdom did I claim but the bush
That surrounds my Canterbury with its hush
And the braod pastures on Knoxwood's plain
O to reign there in childhood still
Running in and out with swallows in the rain
To eat the pulp of fruit from every hill
That balmed me I was bruised. Too harsh
Were schools for the vision in my skin
My teachers were lilacs, things in the marsh
My student eyes eclipsed by the fins, things
Still bright, or a sudden gasp of wings.
Categories:
colleges, historyme, child, me,
Form:
Verse
Unexpected Pleasure
Two thousand thirteen; high school graduate,
the older of two granddaughters close by,
with love of reading, writing, she knew that
to teach would be 'the apple of her eye'.
Of many colleges searched out she found
none seemed to please her goals and course design.
Then one fine day, it came to both of us...
my local 'Alma Mater' might be fine.
Though close, she lives on campus to pursue
an Education with English degree.
And she proceeds to learn and thrive; even
directs the college club of poetry.
So, now this little change enhanced my life;
a reason to again become involved
in my old college, going back and forth
to visit her, and so my time evolved
into attending many school events,
to reunite with old professors there.
I graduated at age forty-five,
so many greeted me with welcomed care.
This choice of her attending my old school
opened the door for both of us to share
the love of English, writing poetry;
she lives on campus, yet is just right there.
One year to go, and she will graduate.
These past three years did nothing but amaze
how we both shared my 'Alma Mater' school...
my granddaughter helped me relive those days.
Sandra M. Haight
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I graduated Mount Saint Mary College in my hometown
in 1984. My granddaughter will graduate in 2017.
The college has excellent Education, Nursing, and Business
degree programs. It is less than five minutes from my home.
Categories:
colleges, education, granddaughter, happiness, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
Fling the doors open
And let out the stagnant air
Open the board up windows
It’s time to breath fresh air.
Sweep out the dirty corners
And prepare for a powerful rejuvenation
Gather the dust in a bundle,
Empty it in the Pacific Ocean
Then dip four times in the Atlantic Ocean.
Take a stroll along the corridors
Look your enemies in their eyes and
Greet them with a victory smile
Salute them with your mystical love
And set ablaze their self-inflected flame
There is no doubt about this
You will go down as one of the bravest
Solomon the wisest you the greatest
And victorious one
Sound it on the mountain top
Across the rippling desserts
Walk through the market places
The inner-cities, burnt out villages
Busy streets and crowded towns
Visit the little old lady in the tattered house
Located on the deserted side of town
Shower her with hopeful words
Your presence alone will embrace
And nurture her weary soul
Make your way to the orphanage,
Wounded warriors
and the struggling ones
A simple touch with your powerful hands
Will answer the prayer of the weeping ones.
Go to the schools and colleges
With words of comfort and love
Stop over places where you are not welcome
And radiate them with persuasive sentiments.
All some people need is a can of beer,
a cup of hot chocolate or good cheers .
Disperse the spirit of hope,
Perseverance and good expectation
And when night comes
Walk in the streets and sing
Sing with timbrels and cheerful songs
You are an inspirational icon for everyone.
Your rhetoric’s are strong, use it to move along.
Use what works best for you
Negotiations or forgiveness
And climb straight to the mountain top
With a hammer, a sledge or a cable car
Ropes and boots or just the magical you
Silence the poisonous networks
Give them something to talk about
Lift up your injured wings and start to sing
Join with the throng of angels in the grand jubilee
You are strong and ready to fly again.
Tarry no longer because you have won
Raise your banner
And wave it high in the sky
You have just defeated your enemies
With compelling love
And your gigantic wings.
©2013 Christine Phillips
Categories:
colleges, care, celebration, dance, hope,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
It has come out of academia,
and gets some play in the media too,
they cry about ‘decolonization,’
as if time is something they can undo.
They all say it is wrong to go against this,
and I have only a bachelor’s degree,
so who am I to question all of this?
We must decolonize! Listen to me!
We must look to our own America,
and realize that we just don’t belong here,
all pale people should go back to Europe,,
but doing that’s not enough, it appears,
the black people here also have to go,
they must be returned to African shores,
Asians must leave, and mixed blood Latins types,
they can’t be tolerated here anymore.
All the roads and rails also have to go,
since they all came from colonizer minds,
and the natives left can’t live in houses,
they must return to pre-colonized times,
Tipis, longhouses, and no metal tools,
no medicines that aren’t native to them,
smart people say we should decolonize,
they must be living as nomads again!
And oh, how I wish that we could stop there,
but America does not stand alone,
Europe once conquered so much of the world,
the influences they left have now grown,
like those famous Indian long-jackets,
they came from British colonizer frock coats,
Yoga come from British calisthenics,
it must all stop if there is to be hope!
Africa should not be using railroads,
or surviving using high-output crops,
colonizers brought these things to their lands,
for the sake of their people, they must stop!
The Japanese should not be building cars,
or make electronics amongst the best,
they should reject all of the Meiji years,
should cast out all influence of the west,
You cannot wear jeans or dare go online,
cannot wear glasses in front of your eyes,
the colleges spoke, and we must listen,
throw it all out! We must decolonize!
…or, we could just ignore this sh-t and go on with our lives.
Categories:
colleges, culture, history, native american,
Form:
Rhyme
ETERNAL FAN
Football’s in the
air
All the colleges
prepare
Students don colors
Excitement
everywhere
It seems like just
yesterday
At the stadium
Alma maters by the
bands
Cheerleaders
tumbling
A vendor throwing
peanuts
To customers in the
stands
And here comes the
team
Pride of Smith
Center Teachers
Dressed in red and
white
I was there with all
my friends
Wildly yelling
“Fight! Fight!
Fight!”
From trusted wheel
chair
Still getting into
the game
Excitement the same
I’m still singing
with the band
With oxygen close at
hand
Categories:
colleges, april, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
A lot of people ask me how Darjeeling is right now.
This is my answer to everyone.
Darjeeling the Queen of hills
Is going through a lot of pain
Everything is so still
I don’t want to picture again
Peace rally, silent protest
Lathy charge and gun firing
Depleting ration, time of test
Unrest and mourning
Different news everyday
We are foreigners is what they say
Speculations and assessments
A new committee to lead our way
Online posts, articles, announcements
Situation here is degrading everyday
From kids to old, man or woman
Suffering in different ways
No schools or colleges
Cannot gather in one place
Forces deployed everywhere
Carrying arms, guess for self defense
Fear of walking in the streets
Can’t sleep properly at night
New morning, new plans
To make Darjeeling Gorkhaland.
Categories:
colleges, freedom, heartbroken, humanity, trust,
Form:
Rhyme
Hard work sleepless nights
Financial problem that sometimes don't be right
But you got to stand tall and fight the fight
You no your dream is on the line
For you have long to be on top
So now that you start there ain't no stop
Drama and pain all that you have to sustain
Thinking it's now your time to reign
Friends turn enemy greed that's greater than the penalty
Money that moves man turn they enemy to memory
Mistrust between colleges
Criticism behind your back if something goes wrong with the little dollar you got
Finical treasurer the one that gain hate the one that gain trust the one that's responsible for all the above
Categories:
colleges, betrayal, business, high school,
Form:
Rhyme
Step by step, I steadily aged with time and wisdom.
I appreciatively obliged old bones to bow before kindred, king and kingdom.
Thank you mama for cleaning my snotty scum,
thank you for caring when childish tears like rivers run,
thank you for the sweet dukunu, the roasted breadfruit and the curried coconut rundung.
Thank you mama for reading Hans Anderson, and for repeating the giant’s fee fi foe fum;
thank you for the loud years of laughter and the many more to come.
Thank you Big Dee for your bald-faced lying tongue;
thank you for being the reason I fled the gruesome ghettos of Kingston.
Thank you creator for the many astounding things you’ve done:
thank you for the death of pride, this bona fide self martyrdom;
thank you Lord for my faithful consort, my daughters and my sons.
Through these streets my mind roams like fields of wild Sweet Alyssum;
these streets like colleges spiraled from the sun stirred asylum.
Dukunu is a cake made from banana and/or corn meal, coconut milk, raisins, cinnamon, nutmeg,
brown sugar, vanilla, and eggs. The dough is wrapped in steamed banana leaves and then
boiled.
Breadfruit is a large fruit that can be boiled or baked/roasted like a potato; it taste like bread
when baked/roasted.
Rundung is a sauce made from coconut and Jamaican herbs and spices.
Categories:
colleges, lifesweet, sweet,
Form:
Monorhyme