Best Syllabi Poems

New semester.
Did my courses run?
Oh yeah, but too many. 
Work on my syllabi.
I promise I won’t cry.

The night before class.
I pace the kitchen.
Sending prayers up.
Are you listening;
Please make my students be nice.
Calling my friends for advice.

First day of class.
Please impress them.
Some activity.
Get to know them.
At...

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The places we chose to put ourselves
willingly, unwillingly.
Past lives linger and we emerge with a scream
spitting the remnant wombs from pursed lips
producing the perennial pucker
the seeking sucking sounds as we search
for this incarnation's tit.

Why does one leave the shelter of wing
the warmth of nest
and with...

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When I was a child, I wondered

Was deep sleep, death?

Was every morning a new life, a new incarnation?

Waking up, I found the people around me were the same

I was the same too, nothing changed

This cannot be death I rationalized

When I came of age, I wondered

Is...

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Those burning candles midnight,
And unending syllabi,
When heart bled in tears,
At no time, I would ever want to relive!

The moments of wait for togetherness,
When beloved failed to turn up,
And the agony of helplessness,
Certainly not ! Would not relive!

The day he lay calm and motionless,
Ways parted and...

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They tell us we’re the future
yet 63% of us stand under twenty-five,
hungry for more than empty promises.

They say unemployment is only 6.8%
but when each job vacancy spawns nineteen hopeful faces,
those numbers shatter.

It’s not our fault alone
we’re taught to pass, not to prepare,
and leaders build bridges...

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