you took me down to Eastbourne boarding school
to offer me a palliative
to cure my dyslexia
I lived for your letters
until the teachers got it
to a fine art
" No news is good news"
Each teacher telling they cured you
one naturally took exception
Latin and French lessons seemed to be a distraction
I needed English
Every pupil a curates egg
their backgrounds so prosaic
The cat with three legs
and the whipping tails of the Heads Labradors'
And preparing strawberries
with the Dutch chef
told me I missed my North London abode.
Wipe that smile off your face boy
What have you got to he happy about
Are you simple child?
No Sir
I am leaving
And I am simply expressing
Joy
Because what I have been taught
Is to Rebel is to Annoy
Farewell
I survived Hell
Weekend days shining
Loud music pounding
Cards flying around
head pounding with noise
big dog runs around
when can I sleep?
Their shaking heads
bring tears to eyes
wails raise upward
dreams of sleep
answer: no
I will cry
So tired
please sleep
snooze
4/19/16
YOU ARE THE PILOT (for boarding school students)
You need not wear a veil of pain
If you are perfect and prompt
For your prep all time.
You need not begin your day
With ordeal and agony
If you’re uniform is identical
With poignantly tucked in shirts
You need not begin your day
With punishment and pretence
If you speak the language
Of the British.
You need not begin your day in
Pity and peril
If chew and swallow the veggies
Served on your plate.
You need not begin your day
With protest and pressure
If you complete your homework on time.
You need not begin your day
With piques and problems
If you write your exams fine.
Your struggle today is the
Spring board for your better tomorrow.
Adversity does not tear down you
It make you desire for the
Seed of greatness,
So hitch your wagon to a star.
s.bagyalakshmi
I think they would agree
No shown sympathy
Destruction slips through bloody teeth
Holes where hearts are supposed to be
And I need to breath
But the hand is on my throat
Musical reservations of my real anger
Keep sanity’s cries heard
In hot ears
Control is lost
Black blood boils
In veins
With every intention of emptying for this cause
My skull is leaking
Vapors of vicious retaliation
Marinating a training brain
Watering red eyes
Seeing similar atrocities
Don’t you believe
That even without a tail
A bee could sting
Even with out teeth
A dog would bite
3rd party chaos
Cowards cause
Will be stopped
By a body tired
A soul shaken
This occurrence
Is your last attack on happiness
Bury your lies
Hide yourself
I’m not stable anymore
When I recall the good old days at school,
I marvel our mood at the times we stood,
Sometimes at noon, in line or loop,
Or simply too, be part of the brood
Indeed for food, we'd be in a jolly mood,
Hailing a croon with plate, fork and spoon.
Sometimes we'd be good and use the broom,
To clean the rooms or do a scoop.
Sure, for a boon we'd weed ‘round the coop,
And as a boost we'd get the soup.
In time of book we'd find the moot,
Many times too we'd just keep our cool.
As I recall the good days at school,
Oh! How I wish, I could relive a loop,
Once more but soon, yes very soon
Those olden days of splendid boyhood