Best Examinations Poems
Today’s students strive only to meet expectations
We used to go all out to exceed expectations
Young people have no real goals, just vague destinations
Their minds seem to be set on low-level vibrations
Our young people seem to lack worthy aspirations
Discouraged teachers are left with exasperation
With weapons in schools they must avoid confrontations
And keep a close eye on escape route locations
These kids can’t even hold meaningful conversations
Or do the simplest mathematic calculations
Their free time is spent in video game fixations
A "C" or a "D" harvests little indignation
Teachers get no support from school administrations
Even when students fail final examinations
These unmotivated kids have few variations
They only want to slide by and meet expectations
One day these children will be running corporations
Or choosing how governments make appropriations
It’s frightening when you consider the implications
For our world's future, I have angst-filled expectations
* For Paula's "Meeting Expectations" contest
I tumbled,
Hit hard the back of my head on the ground of the trail,
Felt dizzy but stood up and kept walking
Alas, the battle between life and death had just begun!
Many days later I felt an excruciating headache
My movements slowed down,
Had difficulties expressing my thoughts,
Remembering things,
Performing actions.
Eventually, I lost:
My memory
My capacity to move
My ability to communicate and finally I lost
Consciousness.
It was a scary moment for my family who immediately
Rushed me to the hospital, where a series of medical examinations
Where performed.
The results showed that a large Hematoma has been
Developed between the skull and the brain, a Hematoma that was
Putting pressure on the brain, therefore, it had to be removed
Without delay!
For four days, my family in agony were waiting my turn to come to
Be operated but to no avail for too many people were before me.
All these days I remained unconscious.
Each day that was passing by, my soul was ascending to the heavens
Each day discerning clearer the gates of eternity.
By the mid of the fifth day, a pious doctor performed a successful
Operation so I was saved.
It took me two more days before I regain consciousness and
Another two to take my first steps, regain my speech, and start
Remembering.
Now, with the help of our merciful God, my caring friends, the love of
my family, and my own efforts, I am fighting to recover.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 November 2021
* I was admitted to the hospital on the 14th of October 2021 but I had lost my memory since the 12th of the same month. I left the hospital on the first of November. My wife, with God's help, was the one who saved my life. Thank you, my dearest! Thank you, my Lord!
India is a land full of festivities,
Lots of relaxation to the Indians surely it gives-
Most of these are ceremony leaves -
Some are due to great men's deeds.
All direction does it cheer-East,West,North,South,
It fills with sweets every big and small mouth,
The year begins with the New Year,
Every 'life' remains busy sending cards to nears and dears.
The 26th January follows-the day of our constitution,
The Gandhi Jayanti makes us realise the power of his non-violence vision.
The Saraswati Puja Specially for the students,
During which they pray for the result in the forthcoming examinations.
15th August is the day of glory,
The Indians on the graves of sacrifice respect garlands of flory.
5th September is celebrated as the Teachers's day,
This is the day when wisdom feels proud and gay.
The Ganesh Chaturthi,The Durga puja comes with the chill in the Autumn sky,
Joy seems unlimited ,time seems to fly;
Like the enjoyment a child gets on seeing a muticoloured butterfly;
Near and dear ones return home in flights-
When the sky is rent with dazzling 'Diwali Lights'.
Soon after a month-the festival X-mas fills us with lot of fun,
It comes when the weather cools the hot sun.
These are some and there's many others-
Which make our mind light as a feather.
The written festivals are some of the noted-
But there are so many that they can't be jotted.
>It started with a lump you see
By Stanley Russell Harris
(A poetry Soup Honourable Mentioned Poet)
(The New mad Author)
It started with a lump you see.
As I was old, I just thought it part of me.
You know as old age goes.
Middle age spread! Begins to show!
Of course I thought that was just part of me.
Oh! Have already told you that I see.
As time went by, I do not lie you know.
My middle age spread began to grow.
Was not in pain, all was OK.
As was retired and enjoying my days.
Until that day when I did see.
My middle age tummy lump.
Had moved to the left hand side of me.
And that insignificant middle age spread.
Changed my whole life instead.
Of course to my doctor I did go.
Straight to hospital he sent me so.
I wondered why, but I did go.
For a year I had examinations and scopes galore.
My mind a whirl, never knew the score.
Then one day a specialist said to me.
Stanley you have cancer you see.
At that moment my world did stop.
My mind went blank, could not think a lot.
Was a bit like having writers block.
But then I knew nought of that.
And my cancer news was worse than that.
Six years have passed since that sad day.
And thanks to all in our NHS
I am now out of that mess.
OK I might not be quite alright
But of that cancer there is no sight.
I always pray and thank my God.
But the tears still run, I kid you not.
I cannot speak as I use to do.
I do not pass by if you speak as you do.
As if I know how it must affect you.
I know you are feeling just like hell.
I only pray you will soon be well.
So like me you can others tell.
There is life after cancer.
So fight it and get blinking well.
Cancer is life changing I know dam well.
Some go to heaven; I know my sister is one of those.
My turn to join her has been postponed.
I know not why, I did not die.
Was it to say, do not cry?
I do myself I cannot lie.
Surviving is life changing, it has happened to I (Me). <
OH you marbles in a jar!
Teacher wants us to guess how many of you there are
I try to count the ones showing, but I lose track
This silly circular jar, has neither a front nor back
The child with the closest guess, will undoubtedly score
The dangling allure of candy galore
After several examinations of size, girth, and magnitude
I devised a plan, I had to act rude!
I looked at the clock, five minutes left in class
It was time to act, I had to act fast
I jumped on my desk, pooting with my arm pit
Not stopping a bit, when the teacher asked quit
It worked! I won! A detention date!
Alone with a certain marble jar, was my fate
Ten minutes into detention
The teacher stood up, and said I’ll be back in five
Then up from my chair, I came alive
My tipped towed creep walk, had to look funny
But my marble guesstimate had to be on the money
The teacher walked back into the room
And set a manila folder down
I was safe, number known, fake snoring, seat bound
Detention had just started
I was shocked when she said I could go
But I was gone
Quicker than an arrow released from a bow!
After tossing and turning all night with no rest
I walked in the next morning, and turned in my guess
It seemed to me, to be, the longest day of the year
But it came
When the teacher announcing the winner
Announced my name
Clenching my fists
I shook them to the left And right of my head
Laughing to myself
“ I can’t believe it”, I said
As she walked to her Closet to award my Amazing feat
I noticed the manila folder On her desk
Had my out-poking
Allergy sheet
Highlighted Was the word NUTS…
How could this be
A years supply of Goobers
Was awarded to me!
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Moral of the story is... don't cheat! You are never as sly as you think you are.
I am the custodian of brighter future
and the vanguard of a viable venture.
I take seekers on an alluring adventure.
Nature has given me the grace to nurture...
I am a terrific teacher.
I am the silent star that sleeps not at night,
the sun that make beautiful days bright...
I give sweet glow to the moon at twilight...
Lightening up the world is my greatest delight.
I am a terrific teacher.
I am always expected to do the miraculous:
students expect me to be gentle and generous...
rash parents sometimes tell me the ridiculous
yet my pay check makes nobody feel jealous.
I am a terrific teacher.
I inspire greatness and ignite creativity...
my words and thoughts instill integrity.
I see distinct ability in every disability
and spark the fire of academic alacrity.
I am a terrific teacher.
I preen with passion on priceless pages
to mend the minds where rot rages.
With love and life as my core languages...
I spur the spirit of compassionate sages.
I am a terrific teacher.
Beyond the grades scored in examinations...
beyond the goals of United Nations;
I provide real answers to unasked questions
and give hope to unborn generations.
I am a terrific teacher.
DOMKIRKEISM, DOMKIRKISM, & SOCIAL THEOLOGY
Does the face of humankind know their faith?
On the other hand, do we believe that humankind is forsaken?
Many examinations we have withstood
Kept our belief in the omnipotent.
Is our life on an encyclopedic religious path?
Rite of religious conviction defeats that which is kept to a sociopath stratagem.
Equability and identity is our sacrament.
Is this not a blessing by The Almighty?
Such worthiness should not be disregarded.
Mystic and awe-inspiring is praise and worship to our creator.
Does the face of humankind know their faith?
On the other hand, do we believe that humankind is forsaken?
Many examinations we have withstood while we kept our belief in the
omnipotent.
Is our life on an encyclopedic religious path?
Rite of religious conviction defeats that which is kept to a sociopath stratagem.
Is this not a blessing by The Almighty God?
Such worthiness should not be disregarded.
Mystic and awe-inspiring is praise and worship to our creator.
Such social worthiness should not be disregarded.
Our lives are based on what is inspiring.
Courses are taken to define this isolation of minds,
Are we preternaturally inclined to link to unearthly discoveries otherworldly?
This theology is psychosomatic triggered, housed via a place of worship.
Ecclesiastically, we praise.
Omnipotent supreme
Lord of divinity
Overwhelmed by your presence
Godlike is our environment.
Yay, I am saved via your grace.
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Religion: Domkirkeism/Domkirkism
Sect: Domkirke
Penned on October 05, 2014!
Form: ANAPHORA
Loitering pain; existential in its core
Evicted; eradicated at child birth
From her core.
Self queries, examinations of the soul
Replaced by sense of duty
For the community
And offsprings, she adores.
Existential (ist) angst left her core
Without so much as a goodbye!
Without a farewell!
A feckless lover
Would have treated her
Fair.
Now she pieces puzzles together
Of galaxies omniscient;
For her five year old
Now she sews rainbow buttons on
The hems of pink tutus
For her little girl.
Now she talks about glittering mermaids, Rapunzel hair
And velocity of planes!
They chew gums in compacted face,
Cheek-bones lining made-up skin;
They belong to the golden race,
Of foaming coke and shriveled gin.
They stare at you like you were a slave,
All through your seven lives;
They do know how to behave,
But only with middle fingers five.
Rags cheap, faking overprice,
Skirts shorter than a Chekhov story;
They believe their tangled hair to be nice,
But blush at selfish flattery.
They have lips that throw sarcasm,
At their own starving selves;
They fall for their own dark chasms,
In deep thoughts when their brains delve.
The only knowledge they possess,
Is of others’ destination;
The only wisdom they impress,
Is of disconnected imagination.
I wonder how they ever pass,
In their examinations upstart;
They think their shoes are class,
But it’s their gray cells that’re apart.
Posing their hands as if they were fractured,
They proudly exhibit their flaws;
Girls with majestic gestures,
Usually come in cycle-rickshaws.
-Pin Dew (02/05/2017)
Note: This is only to show how a Burlesque is written, no offense to anybody. Also excuse if anything seems inappropriate. I ask for forgiveness beforehand.
Hon, let me discribe for you education
First we begin with registration
It's the first step according
to regulations.
Identifying yourself with the
administration
and rectifying your goal of graduation.
Of course in between there will be classes
and examinations.
But every class is a step twards
matriculation.
Of course there will be some failures
and menstrations
that cause your frustrations.
But keep on striving for the day
when they say
CONGRATULATION'S
And we'll give you,
a standing ovation
( OK Gang, school is about to start and here's a new theme. Back to school poetry. this is the
first but i'm kicking it to a worthy cause. a mother trying to educate her children lets see how
she does with this. Aleera De La Keur the ball is in your court.)ps it could also be about
leaving a high school sweetheart.
A rhetorical question finds me asking
(to no one in particular) why I recall
the names of grade school teachers
approximately fifty years ago (whose
names listed below), when the need
to retrieve necessary information due
ring examinations (less time ago)
often found me seized with sudden
inability to remember any vital ants
sirs (even including my name), thus
grudgingly handing over blank test paper
analogously surrendering a vital
document gracing terms of defeat
into the scaly claws (zen nay), sans
first to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout,
Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle).
Invariably majority of first thru
sixth grade accorded accredited
ancient authenticated creatures.
They freely exercised diabolical
churlish beastial animalistic zeal
us yakking, wickedly unprintable
upon (unprincipled urchin) at
receiving end of fiendishly grue
some hellish instructions. Assign
ments buttressed with ultimatums
harkening back to Jurassic period
earlier in dawning primate con
sciousness. Lesson material kindled
with justifiable license in league
with garnered insignia. Heft
to bring pupils to heal predicated
via warp and weft woven wonder
fully. Wrought writs welcomed
whips with warranty whenever
recalcitrant ruffian refused
respecting reptilian rubric repre
sentative rattling (The Idler Wheel
Is Wiser Than the Driver of
the Screw and Whipping Cords
Will Serve You More Than Ropes
Will Ever Do), which loosely
rendered regularly warbled
wishy washy verse curmudgeons
freedom granted to interpret
as one decrepit, hawkish insignia
certified one beaming Eve and/
or stud deed brute soffit. Education
often relied on the weekly reader,
and letters to and/or from Aunt
Emma. Nefarious mean linkedin
kickstarter jawboning torturous
treatment tolerated, asper imps
of the pervert, mutant Ninja
Turtles duty bound antsy
youthful yokel yodelers
weathering ululating sing-song
and quintessential precepts.
it was the most freakiest silence today at school.
it was so quite in a way that the silence echoed back and forth in classes.
I could hear my heart beat so loud from that thick flesh of mine.
At that moment I knew that it was examinations.
From that moment I knew that I had to aim for a distinction.
I could hear a lot of breathes in class,
most of them filled with panic and fear,
At that moment I knew that it was examinations.
I could hear the hands of the clock going 'tick tock',
from the wrist watches that my classmates wore, everyone had to manage their time
At that moment I new it was examinations.
the silence was so disturbing,
even a deaf person could hear a pin drop.
so quiet that you could hear the wind's warm greetings.
OH! it was examination.
every one playing different notes with their calculators producing no answer at all,
I knew that it was Mathematics playing with those little brains.
AND at that moment I knew that it was examinations
I have been at a loss for cumbersome syllables
And dislocated octaves,
Which tumble in lazy metaphors from lips
Smeared with cheap makeup in declarative shades
Of fire engine spectacles, muddy rouge,
Polluted sunset pink,
To mask a cadaver's stitches, preventing
My Heart's restless peaks from bursting forth
Into senselessness.
Where have cognitive examinations flown
Off to, cradling air with hollow bones-
With the flowers, or the cowboys.
Lucidity snatches at April's
Lionlamb air;
I catch falling words on your tongue, like
Raindrops.
Strip my world, proverbial paint thinner
Peeling pseudo-realistic wallpaper
In sunburn fakes,
Of all falsities I've shacked my wrists with.
Paint over my
Red crayon scrawled morale
With You.
"Saint"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
Examination is a battlefield to be fought.
Examination is not a mystery to be solved.
The SSC and HSC are the most
important examinations!
On which our life's turning point matters
Thus: In examination question paper - the battle
student the warrior,
Knowledge and pen - the weapons,
Symbol of perfection- practice, patience
and perseverance.
Highlights of success- dedication, devotion,
determination, hardwork and confidence,
Barriers to success- neglience, tension
overconfidence, fear, disliking and distraction
In examination question paper is a simple ordinary paper
Which determines the luck of hundred scholars.
At last I understood that if we study with sincerity,
the question paper will fetch us good marks and prosperity
If we study at the eleventh hour,
the question paper won't be a benefactor.
but a destroyer in our life's carrier.
Summer days r enjoyable
Summer days r sensible
Children spend vacations
Away from hectic examinations
They feel carefree and happy
And not at all snappy
Summer days are sweet
While playing v feel sweat
For children it's a
time
To enjoy lots of ice cream
And engage I n soaring over high dreams
The days r carefree n lazy
That make us work something hazy
Summer days r harsh n dry
Summer days r chance
To something new to learn n try
V need scarf n sash
Keeping safe from being hot rash
My heart always cries
Of dear sun please
Don't snatch the shine of our eyes
Really summer days r beautiful
That always let us have
Parents love handful