Best Testing Poems
Allowing every sense the sensation
absorb it all, at once, even the cost
to gain naught, in spite of observation
mindful of the deceit, dignity lost
Chin in the air, being boastful, always
caring not, seems the fate of everyone
blinded by devious words, twisted ways
never accepting truth, lies are more fun
Allowing every sense to swallow up,
bait perfectly placed before the willing
it becomes hard to resist, a false cup
the gullible need an extra filling
With an empty straw, void you'll be tasting
facts you are immune to, yes everything
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Thoughts from the Heart
~ Be not conformed to the world, but be transformed ~
Rom. 12:2
Monday February 24th, 2020- Poem of the Day
Well it’s not a laughing matter but I’m grinning once again,
‘cause out of nine of us at work, five have felt the pain,
of suffering as a ‘bloody idiot,’ after having a few beers,
and trying to do the wrong thing, which ended up in tears.
Before I tell you what one done; although I think you know,
If you want to drink and drive then there’s a chance you’ll blow
into a tube of crystals, that changes colour if your breath
contains a hint of alcohol; and that is certain ‘driving death.’
Now young Winston from the office is looking very glum,
for he tried to shun a breath test that as a rule of thumb,
is the silliest of options, so when he turned into a side street,
two coppers waited patiently and who Winston got to meet.
I lectured Winston on his silliness but young blokes never learn,
‘cause four blokes here before him have already had their turn,
at using ‘shanks’ pony’ transport to convey themselves to work,
and now they watch from footpaths where coppers tend to lurk.
But not me, I’m too smart for that; I told these bloody fools,
I would never drink and drive my car, or try and break the rules
by dodging breath test stations; and Winston dropped his head,
‘cause he didn’t heed my message but defied what I had said.
And I proved this at a Christmas party that we held last year,
when whisky started flowing and chased with full strength beer.
I was way above the limit but my car stayed off the road;
instead I took a bus home and I was still in drinking mode.
And sure as heck at Christmas time, a breath test station’s up ahead,
but coppers waved the bus through, what car drivers surely dread,
and I arrived home safely which surprised me quite a bit,
for I’d not drove a bus before and don’t know where I got it!
I should have listened to my nieces,
they said it would fall into pieces,
when the temperature decreases.
Then all those dirty rats and meeses,
will crawl in through the cracks and creases,
and its effectiveness then ceases.
dunking one toe
into the lake
before jumping in
published in my photobook A TOUR OF ASHBY LAKE, 2020
Such a loud silence
Occasion anxious tapping
Of a pencil or less often a foot
Shifting uncomfortably while squeaking in their desks,
in that too small of a space
barely able to contain your racing, rowdy reflection
Mere avoidance of the task at hand
A hem of the heater, adding to the white noise
A focus, to keep me from myself,
from the melting clock
praying that this point could pause
the sounds never enough
the din being either deathly and deafening
or so subtle my skull is scrounging for sound
Time feels rapid, every second
becoming a minute
My sweaty palms can not keep up with the equations
slowing down to scrawls before supposition
Heavy breathing, quick short breaths,
calmness not nearing even with all of
my efforts, faltering I become more riled
I can't relax which makes it harder to relax ugh-
a never ending cycle approaching frustrated tears
Even, when I wrap up and turn in my efforts
the anxiety will still burden me.
-Left wondering if the negatives
will balance out my GPA-
A sensation I've come to see almost
soothing in seemingly exponential time
Allowing me to believe that even with this
feeling of insanity
I am still an integer
a single in a statistic of a surplus
A whole number,though, seemingly always there
(hey this is really not what I expected from my draft but oh well)
Author Note: A poem in memory of the dreaded ACT, FCAT, SAT, and other Academic Testing
Standards.
Wrapped in a web of preconceived deceit,
cornered by the sound of their retreat
that echo’s throughout the halls
as they silently scream
in the throes of their defeat,
lost in hopelessness,
perceptibly stressed,
feeling the heat,
intensity visible in tightly clenched teeth,
they would never admit they were beat
determined to accomplish this hated feat,
their ebb of lifeblood bittersweet,
as slowly,
then rapidly,
panic spreads into the street,
to dissipate quickly as they form and debate,
the standardized test that will decide their fate
(Free Poop Testing When You Fill Fifty Years)
I've heard a lot
but this was a new
You are taken with the pants down
Fifty years of poop ...
Purple in the face of pressure
Call your doctor or a plumber
A homework ... "do it yourself "
not in the presence of another person
Good luck ...
Happy Birthday "White Wolf"
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http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/turning_fifty_871616
01.02.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Testing times for the masses
Testing surprises? wrong passes
Friends on paper turned foes
WHO was there and knows
Sellouts in for the kill
Digital tracking at the till
Liberties lost, the new normal
Curfew and lockdown now formal
Universal start byte
hello world?
calling a new world
anyone out there?
death over here
earth calling you
send a crew!
bring clean water
life a slaughter
we need food
life and death feud
not even a breath
imminent death
we are dying
stopped trying
Cyclic redundancy check
Universal stop byte
-low level firmware string-
One day I sat silently thinking,
"Everyone is entitled to their own opinion,"
and realized that old adage is completely all wrong.
Opinions produce nothing of value,
and can be potentially dangerous too,
so no one is entitled to their own opinion in truth,
if only the above an opinion will produce.
If your opinion is in regard to a particular problem,
then follow up your opinion with a feasible solution.
Now it's no longer your opinion.
Now it's your hypothesis worth testing,
which could very possibly lead towards a proven solution,
but an opinion alone, on its own produces absolutely nothing.
"Keep your opinions to yourself,"
unless you have a hypothesis worth testing to back it as well.
moments test us
months possess us
days go by in etched fog of illness
too clear to be a lesson
no time for self pity
moments of zero pain
make the heart sing
restore possibility
almost opens the future
cautiously, I test hope
Their is no time left trap in a world of no existing.
As I try overcome my fears I continue
to be lower into the darkness.
A world of evil that has no understanding
It seems like the devil knows my every move.
I have created an evil spirit.
A phantom that keeps plucking at my flesh eating away my soul.
I find myself at the crossroad figuring out which way to go
No left or right turns.
The only way out is up the road or down unless I choose to stay.
I dream this world being perfect at one time
Without one living soul on earth.
How beautiful was the atmosphere the clean refreshing air.
There was no corruption whatsoever this world
was perfect and complete.
I am searching for this world.
How do I enter a world of absolute pure cleanness.
The thought of evil does not exist.
I would like to start at the beginning, a new innocent freshman.
A man with one mind, one heart, one soul.
One spirit and one body. I soon will test the waters.
by: T Creston
Foster
Critical thinking is science at work,
not hasty indictment with cynical smirk.
Start by collecting data and facts,
then analyze, synthesize, hypothesize that.
At final judgement to general position,
evaluate sides for the best supposition.
Apply reason when testing
Check facts to the letter
Challenge your choices
From good to much better.
Testing gravity,
Ingrid dropped her iPhone while
tossing an apple.
Quiet please there is a test in progress.
Not the one on paper where you fill in the little circles.
Not the kind where a subject is requesting dates and times of a country.
Testing,Testing
Quiet please there is a test in progress.
Quivering and quaking within my chair.
Testing gives me alway a big scare.
Am I going to pass or fail with fright in my mind.
Testing, Testing
It is all within a mind.
MarymKilker