Best Tertiary Poems
Afternoons the sky shuts down around the swamp's warning tapes
propped up with restoration piping and dirt leak fencing.
We’re fleeing toward the wild, seeking the names and shapes,
the same way the Cedar Waxwing flit and grip for berries tree to tree.
Canada Geese are easy, they lead off down the lane leaving residue,
Widgeons have green stripes and gold stripes, one American
the other European, and they’re all mumbling our family phew-do
they didn’t burn the kid, they can’t keep the house clean, drugs…
Blink away the cold wind tears. Forget all that, only remember
Shovelers have the long low profile and the long bill from studies
in New Zealand, like a deep breath, we set aside work, unlimber
spy the race of killdeer away from their guarding territory in gravel.
Our boss didn’t try to replace us, he ducked out to a new job
leaving the crime ringing in our ears like the police car roaring past.
Head down, we tunnel under the high way finding the dunk and bob
of mergansers and their hallowed or red heads,
remarking differences when the sudden scream of honking
mallards flee up river. Caught off guard, we wonder did we cause
all this pain? The rise and dunk flying goldfinch happily chirping
cling to the thistle, their favorite waste near the waste water
ponds where all the Black River water flows for cleaning
spilling into the nesting lower stages of the tertiary treatment.
That’s all this is, treatment for the shock wave week riding
current events on our shoulders, almost like the red-tailed hawk
that screams and skims our head, rising up to the setting sun
turning the sky purple and pink and bruised. That’s when wood
ducks skim into view, our breath captured and then steaming undone
but soon the heavens offer confirmation, blue angels
with their huge oversized wings soar in pairs down as gift.
We hold each other then, let screams silence, detail enriched.
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Patrick Kail
Long ago I lost a precious thing that used to lift me up as it lifted burdens shouldered with it's way of
tender holding .How barren now that what has left it's mark to shame us .Just in a role and this acheless
rage so apt a trick it lies alone as so in many ways reaching each as it denied us. Tertiary paid in knowledge
first an icon green so paramount.Strip ped barren now and left us naught but naked thoughts of whats
spilled a path while denying everything but woe to us the wickedness to whats yet still left so easily still
wanting.
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Patrick Kail
Love Fast Run Far
by James P Kail Wednesday April 17th 2013
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The correlation between the bull and its southern identity,
most likely gives significance to its “calf land” description.
The labour room where renaissance was born
and historically grown through Michelangelo, Donatello, Da Vinci and others.
Finds great contentment in the treasury of the family.
Its empire once hitting heights way beyond the white mountains,
from Portugal to Syria and from Britain to the North African deserts;
while in possession of a language with more Latin words than any other.
It is a bird in constant carriage of two small chicks
while one is distant in the oldest continuous constitution,
the other stands apart in locking its city Gates at night.
The contributions of two major pillars out of so many
in the awesome support of the eighteenth century enlightenment
arguably equates the international influence of its “Three fountains”.
It has great command in the language of music
as the first global operas were composed in its sitting room.
From the Sardinian islands to the spectacle of the leaning tower of prisa,
this world nation with a significant portion
of its economic power rested on the dealings of mafias
is home to ‘A’ grade designers and highly rated sport automobiles.
The birth place of Galileo Galilei and Carlo Collodi,
engaging in unsaid romance with its own wolf;
making leisure a charismatic ritual through the evening stroll
and enjoying the biggest holiday in Christmas to Epiphany
is this land with more masterpieces than any other in the planet
and having the largest tertiary institution in its continent.
Cried loud all "innovate or perish" all around the World
Why not the education which gives the greatest mould
Primary , Secondary and Tertiary are the steps to consume our life
This system is age old not have any logic with the time rife
Mature are the minds today before their age
Then why You Educationist let their brain waste over page
Think twice and RETHINK, REKINDLE the Hope
Education is stepping stone not a joke
Let the death-knell takes its toll on the past
Rest assured, Children will fly high without a mast
So restructure, redesign redefine the system
That makes the life , CARPE DIEM!!!
We have graduated from many prestigious tertiary institutions,
With flying colors,
Competent and resourceful,
But we are roaming around the streets, homeless, penniless and jobless.
We have been trained,
Under the scorching sun and in the rain,
In skill acquisition
And entrepreneurship development (SAED),
But we are neglected, so we resort to crimes,
And daily marched toward the docks.
We have studied the Constitution and Civic Education,
Equipped ourselves daily
With the articles of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights,
Found out that we are the leaders of tomorrow,
A lie as old as time itself.
Since we have tasted poverty and dormancy,
And can't even say when they will stop politicking with our future,
It's high time we make up our minds,
To changelessly be or not to be,
Perpetual hungry applicants or educated and hopeless scholars.
Ink spilling
Forest Woods writes and it's chilling
The effect is devastating
These are just the facts
I'm stating
Young, smart and engaging
Knowledgeable and good at debating.
Eating up ignorant folks like
A fire
That's raging
And blazing
The kill area is planetary
I make her heart beat fast even though she's stationary
I stay in memory
But everyone says do you remember me?
Shaping rhythm and poetry
Like pottery
Professor Woods this is tertiary
None above me lyrically
Did you notice the PhD
Taking you frame by frame like photography
Awaken you consciously
Going into the Woods will be costly
But lastly
enough about my non existent ego
I would like to be soulful you know?
I differ from current icons
Who are as cold as snow
I want to give my readers warmth
My words aren't for show.
Hopefully I can give direction to my peers who don't know
where to go
Verbal architect
Look at the lyrics and inspect
Emotions are what you'll detect
Hopefully negativity I can deflect
Hidden deep like a sect
Write from the heart to gain true respect.
Through you I seek to know:
What happened once below?
You ferns of resistance, I see you
Mixing it upward with
A firm stance.
(Such steely green weeds
Do smirk indeed
Above the empty path of horizon’s eye,
Blackened to nowhere).
What, though, do I see in you?
(A path lies vacant and wanting,
A land once named upon a dream;
A barren place now daunting,
Neglected and unseen).
Where is your truth?
(Does it rest within your clumsy bud’s dance
With a tertiary sky,
Or a raucous from your stem’s windward need
To lead)?
Oh No.
I do believe:
It is your roots of defiance!
To know Home in no shame;
To forge through scarred soil with no blame!
Such courage you have:
To reap the shifting tar of fickle men,
And safely hasten away
From the notion of never again!
(Thirty some years have stood and fell
Yet…
Your quiet presence lives to tell
This hell,
Once known,
As Love’s canal).
Oh eager green,
I wish you well.
falling from the sky
i scraped my knees on concrete
fingernails darkened by metropolitan deceit
the gale of inner city enterprise
fueling trader commodities
and welcoming queues that form
their redundant mantra
echoing a delayed expedition
the signal beginning our attrition
elsewhere,
coal smeared spartans clash
their frosted resolve melting slowly
inside a timeless arena
closer to home,
oppressed vegetation sprouts
cultured venues calling nature's miracle
a tertiary attraction
despite the pain of this vision
we develop a certain rheumatism
numbing perception and the id
our carnal revelry guided by mohammad
TRANSPARENTLY WILD. Sentinel.
Ghosh! a cataclysmic mega quake in its menace,
rumbling tertiary large water wall roars.
Engulfs the red shining bright cutie sentinella,
that stands melancholic but firm with no fears.
Oh! the rustle of the wavy crescendo and a thud,
merciless devastation proceeds to swallow.
Coarse tsunami heads for its mission,
hopefully peeps the light with glow facing the throw.
Yes! come what may,it will not budge,
to direct,protect land and save more lives.
To save mother earth from severe wounds,
under its surveillance,its foresight thrives.
Ah! the fierce aggressive waves carry on,
changing colours from white,crystal to beige,
All the more cinderous it gets expanding on shore.
In its struggle, the lighthouse will not age.
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He’s just so different,
more so than me and you
Got a most unconventional walk,
and an odd meter pause when he talk
As if some fluttering revelation
feather dropped into his mind
in the middle of a quixotic thought
Notice closely how he ties his shoes,
observe carefully
how he stipulates his personal hygiene rules
He’s a carbon-based, oxygen fuel anomaly
Every breath he takes,
every move he makes
is predicated by a rate of change society wind speed
In the cerebral game of thrones,
his intellectual property is cosmic tertiary owned
It’s futile to fight against the force
of this quirky keen ...
he’s thinking ten steps ahead of you
every time it seems
Pasqual knows so many government dark secrets,
yet he doesn’t have a public story to tell
He lives in his own isolated Arctic world —
a self-created, mental insulated igloo shell
Quirky keen is his spiritual innervisions,
quirky keen is his empirical decisions
Hyper-awareness is a string of pearls
within his treasure chest of consciousness
Quirky keen is a special teen
with neural abilities heretofore unseen
Pasqual’s keenly aware of the gifts in his possession;
his quirky attitude
is often displayed with a gentle, aloof detachment
As a child he decided that fame was not his
preferred destiny,
choosing instead to live in complete
obscure anonymity
Some would assess this to be
a pauper edict issued by a quirky keen
Let me break it down,
ghetto-wise ...
from a penny to a dollar
Intellectual property
is owned by a cosmic entity,
known as God
A heavenly voice from above
has infinity echoed:
Trust not in clay sod
Don’t trespass
the Sol tertiary boundary
This immutable rule
is so blood simple ...
Blue-green rock elementary
From a peso to a yen,
averse to change is gospel foreign
Embrace mental exchange ...
This is so neural net elemental —
co-efficient expansion
is your medulla oblongata obligation
It’s time to examine
your Adam-to-Eve aorta spatial relation
Is the gaseous phase
getting asteroid nebular clear,
or is the galactic haze
expanding your molecular fear?
Don’t let the black hole gutter
be your permanent entropy atmosphere
Devil is in the details,
seems your kinetic effort is in arrears
Co-efficient expansion never takes less,
it don’t do vow contraction
A love quantum algorithm ...
leap of faith
is always a variable decision
Did the upgrade message get thru
the void background noise?
Has the stupid gravity of dark matter
anti-unity been squashed
on the ghetto asphalt?
From a yuan to a pence,
what amount of exponential growth
has your
understanding underwent?
Have the spiritual error compounds
been sufficiently H2O,
tear baptismal broken down?
Advent of mass electronic
(not necessarily fail
proof), nonetheless spellbinding
how earthlinked communications
sent and/or received information
quicken er than one exhale
technology over hill and dale
activated on a broader
(nee global) scale.
A mere six degrees
of separation dust achieve
world wide web
bed humanity linkedin,
though mind boggling
and hard to believe
e're since Adam and Eve,
no matter this nonestablishmentarian
atheist doth heave
such paradigm aside - by Jeeve
his comprehension cannot leave,
to imagine each and all
persons across,
amidst avast ball
loo ning global schema,
an arbitrary person can call
upon contact per
son number one, -
(a bajillion generations
since the prelapsarian fall
crumb, when a dam fool
with excess gall
on a mid summer
night's eve) hall
loosed dill lewd did prurience...
Supposedly six relational
links ironically sea
ming lee (engulf) you
then according to profound view
and/or me from said initial
individual numeral uno,
which supposition
attests to be true
the idea that all living things,
and everything shoe
fits in "lock step,"
he/she iz six,
or fewer steps away,
(though eighty steps
to Jonah IMDb)
seems kinda far fetched to rue
min in nate
each other so that
a chain i.e. (exempli gratia)
"a friend of a friend."
In a world of six point six
billion people, aye
find mind blowing by and by
the precept defy
ying believability
by Jeeves this guy
queried Google,
and got substantiated - no lie
thee primary, secondary,
tertiary, quaternary,
quinary, and senary
bitty bing well nigh
re: codifying above tubby
the same thing app ply
ying enumeration and sigh
ting one, two, three...
six amaze zing thy
and thou unwittingly
connected, how or why
the human race linkedin.
The road is thick
You can't move through, that quick
Sometimes making you feel sick
Or you were cursed maybe think
Indeed, life is full of ink
Today I stand here before you
From tiredness I can say, phew!
I have achived something new
Graduation over me who knew?
Something I wished as I grew
I have to smile for myself
As hard work brought success on my shelf
Building and civil engineering see yourself
For you I come my dream from twelve
I am happy for myself
I have sailed from primary with a D grade
Thought I will loss it but prayed
Junior school made some of the upgrade
A strong C grade really paid
Woke from my resting shade
Came my senior with 35 clean points
The hard work and prayer never disappoints
My tertiary is here I rejoice
It wasn't my choice
Thanks to all who raised their voice
by Josepoet
#classicpoems
dear mother,
your nurturing is so warm that my DNA denatures because of it,
but at the same time your neutral appearance reseals it.
my bonding to you is like protein structure it takes step to become strong,
like primary, secondary ,tertiary and quaternary structure.
whenever i see you mom, my pitutary start releasing oxytocin,
that gives a positive feedback to my brain.
you are the 3 line of defence of my body,
simply you are oxygen of my life,
as without you cellular respiration and vital organs will not work.
Mine offset fooey zook equilibrium
translated into at least one raw bit
(hmm...maybe the naughty one) being askew,
which nearly (worse case scenario) critically
could burn up every hair strand fiber optic wired conduit
sans, and destroy the primary, secondary, tertiary...
connection of this (motherf******) circuit
board, which (sorry tubby explicit),
whew close call offset (viz skin of
"FAKE" teeth), in NIC of time avoided major deficit
thankfully technical glitch
bit dust courtesy re: micro
processor faux wall thwarted,
toppling scaffolding upholding democracy forfeit
sure would totally wreck global functionality luckily
ace craftsman ma papa with keen insight
anticipated built-in catastrophic fail/
safe under soldering gun,
preemptively incorporated chess
grandmaster measured gambit,
hence avoiding future government
shutdowns since implicit
within migrant manufactured mesh
of webbed components houses white lie
sense to circumvent, via automatic
nanobyte size trigger
comprising a binary coded buffered kilobyte,
yours truly able to attune
consciousness to any slight
fluctuation, perturbation, variation, et cetera
imperceptible to nobody but me,
a "smart" sensor, that doubles as infrared light,
whereby coded instructions encrypted airtight
bequeathed to this artificial intelligence
as digitally patented birthright
also linkedin virtual reality appurtenances
portray futuristic bombsight
of World War III a minuscule,
yet not improbable chance event, some bright
eyed and bushy tailed hacker infringes copyright
gleefully launching atomic missiles,
which thermonuclear midnight
leaving Earth a lifeless burnt offering,
where scant bands escape by spaceflight,
whence this garden variety
will no longer be able to write!