If I crash-out of this med-school thing, I hope it’s a gentle spiral.
Upon a trembling wire I make my stand,
a Flying Wallenda, knowing no other life.
A deep and quiet moonlight, well flatters the mind's labour.
So scholars' efforts are commonly crowned in sleepless industry.
Coincidentally, those same treacherous moonbeams
dubble-dip as lover's ambiance.
Those that study flesh, may find their own poorly mastered,
as it conspires - in want - and distracts with fancies ill-timed
- as if desires were somehow exam-unaware.
Ambition ties me, with strings, to ever-urgent examinations,
while desire, that merry thief, giddily unlaces me.
Between love and ambition, I dance a careful step,
half-architect and half-willing fool.
Should I fall - as other highwire walkers have,
let it be said that I fell with blushing grace
- not by neglect, or overzealous reach,
but by the tragedy of earnest and impatient love.
Exams start in 2 hours. It’s hell week. Wish me luck!
.
.
A song for this:
Tiger, my friend by psapp
And I set off,
on this journey of writing
It seems impossible but exciting
I am Imagining, who is going to be my victim
The one who will read my handwriting
Well, problem solved, thanks to typing
I cannot wait any longer
Nothing can contain this hunger
I have to start jotting them down
Looking at different subjects at dawn
There are a lot of untold stories,
but as I start to put pen to paper, they vanish
In these parts of the world,
reading is mostly to pass examinations
They would rather hear it than read
Only a few have value for reading
So who will I write for?
For now I will write for the diary
For the many reasons it is unattainable
are the same reasons it is achievable
It must be written for it to be read
I had learnt to draw patterns
before I could comprehend the meaning
Before writing becomes meaningful
I must embrace reading.
GROWING UP
At the beginning, I was a baby
No mind to speak of, just need
Growing quickly into a toddler
Ancestral genes the modeller
Too young to follow a creed
Destined for greatness - maybe
A tall young boy, learning fast
Changes in both body and brain
Things one can do, stuff one can’t
Life suggesting a different slant
Examinations come round again
Until it’s leaving school at last
The world of work offers surety
Self-sufficient, now living alone
Many new challenging decisions
Interviews for better positions
Conducted on a mobile phone
Balancing interests with security
After decades of payslips and tax
Marriage, and even having kids
Retirement looms in a few years
More free time and no more tears
Hoping health is not on the skids
Faced with a different set of facts
Less about future, more of the past
One’s life was a million adventures
Now everything is at a slower pace
Often caught staring up into space
Getting used to wearing dentures
And accepting that the die is cast
It’s been corrupted,
Even the learning systems in normality altered
The Innocence of examinations
Has swerved
Into Guilt of examinations
Exam malpractices everywhere!
Many students have sown the seed of levity
Which has grown into complacency
They, being carefree,
Are shamefully confident
They would cheat to the bull!
Assured their money could in qualms set them free.
Examiners have likewise injured the education routines of our country,
Even WAEC as a body
Of these –
In charge of its structures
They, like an engine that sucks tanks of oil,
So do they take bribes for scripts exchange
And manipulation of grades imputation.
Parents and guardians are fans of students and teachers:
Supporting their children,
And moderating tricks with teachers and examiners.
These exam malfeasances are done throughout:
From the class to external exams offices.
Examinations were already done,
The wait for the results has gone.
It's time to show what we've learned,
And see the grades that we've earned.
The outcome may be good or bad,
But don't let it make you sad.
It's a chance to learn and grow,
And do better than before, you know.
If you get a high score, well done!
If you don't, never feel undone.
For it's not just about the marks,
But how you've grown in mind and heart.
So let's get the results with grace,
And be proud of our efforts and the race.
For we are all stars in our own right,
Shining brightly in our own light.
I try not to speak
ahead of feeling certain
I have something of health value
to wealth contribute
in this our neuro-sensory Commons.
Yet, more curiously significant
for our cooperative longterm resilience
as an EarthTribe communing species
I hope to deeply
and widely listen
for ambiguous
paradoxical
uncomfortably nuanced
and complex emergent feelings
becoming anxious anticipations
and creatively stressed
polycultural examinations
polytheistic aspirations
Inspirations
we each
and all together
have complex relationships
for healthy win/win values,
against unhealthy lose/lose disvalues,
and unresolved win/lose misvalues
To co-invest in integral
synergetic
healthy energetic wealth
of positive co-empathic
whole holonic
holy systemic
root soul transbinary relationships
Within EarthTribe's full
holistic
graceful win/win
verbal and nonverbal
speaking and listening
secular and sacred
win/lose and win/win
community
Communications
of bilaterally co-empathic
deep learning
trauma-freeing
eco-cooperative communicators.
ACHANDA
Achanda was a no-nonsense lass
Nurtured from a well meaning home
Went to a well established school
Harvested the good grades
And went for further education
And finally passed all the examinations
Achanda was a no-nonsense lass
She grew up
Became a lady
She looked pretty
Kept her dignity
Got a fine body
And looked tidy
Achanda was a no-nonsense lass
She was poised and calm
But a no-nonsense lass
Men ran after her
But she minded her own businesses
The seduced her
But she subdued them
They praised her
But ignored it all
Achanda was a no-nonsense lass
She finished college
And went abroad
She met Derrick
A well meaning Irish lad
Derrick swept her off her feet
They danced in the maddening crowd
And brought life into the world
Achanda was a no-nonsense lass
But the glimmers disappeared with dusk
When Derrick turned into a meaningless lad
He danced with all women in the mass
Mistreated Achanda
A no-nonsense lass
And alas, Achanda took her own life
Achanda gone to dust
Achanda was a no-nonsense lass
Mbabazi Stellah
Imagine
a secluded American town
some where next to you.
Run by the republican far right.
Where
not only do all of its citizens walk around naked all day,
but also both have female and male sexual organs.
That work side by side across the isle inverted.
Terms like 'male' and 'female'
usually only are applied to trisexuals)
as explained in an expository segment near the beginning
says the sign before entering.
Who does Or does the body examinations?
The children as early as thirteen months
simply make up the manifest of all adult genders
that would have become dominant
no matter whom did what ever to whom?
Where no one is schizomorphic or somewhere between?
Democratic become intermorphs because they're both apparently feminine even
after adult differentiation, but schizomorphs in that they seem to fill
recognizably male and female social roles.
According to Rick Perry whom as president put no one to death.
Here it seems no one can leave by the rear.
With brazen face 'fore You I stand
To plead for Mercy from Your Hand
I'm meritless and don't deserve
The chance to sing Your Praise and serve
In deeds so poor, in thoughts so vain
My self-examinations pained
How can I summon up such nerve? --
The chance to sing Your Praise and serve
The flesh is weak; it's prone to err
So with Your Help and Loving Care
From Goodness' Path let me not swerve
~ The chance to sing Your Praise and serve
December 26, 2019
IN PRAISE OF GOD Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
it is dilemma on wheels
little teacher
in little classroom
with little head-gear
using little resources
teaching little children
sitting on little desks
doing little examinations
go out with little knowledge
to serve in little ways
great Africa
Care in One's Words/Actions (???? ???? ?????)
Silence in Deed, Doesn't Mislead,
Not Lulling Other's Trust to Sleep,
Appearances, Actions are Believed,
Conform to Examinations 'Un-Deep',
Surface 'What Is', Isn't Relieved,
Carefree Talk Tolls are Steep.
Stealing Minds by Impression,
Can be as Severe as 'Gunpoints',
Perhaps Worse, Guns are Confession,
Gullibility Subtlely Anoints,
At Mercy to Self Preconception,
Likewise to Misleading 'Clip Joints"
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
A little voice in my soul tells me examinations
Assess topics and sub topics, skills and concepts to master
In all courses delivered in lectures teeming with benedictions
Primed to award my diploma to reward my sweat faster.
A little voice in my soul tells me engagement
Proceeds like clockwork
With God’s blessing, testament and management
To ensure, ascertain arrangements detractors won’t jerk.
A little voice in my soul tells me interviews
Proceed in consonance with God’s plan
Regardless of the Devil’s crews, sinews, shrews, rules, blues
Hitched, hosted, heaved or hatched in man or woman.
A little voice in my soul tells me to fear nothing
Great or small. God’s palm in which I ensconce shields me
From storms, fears, leers and tears in my thinking
In things I imagine, feel, touch, taste, smell or see.
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.
Examinations is like a blain –
It is like a teacher with a cane;
Rules and decrees do clearly lain
To discourage us purpose main.
We are made scared and wane
Many a times makes us insane
Brain is trained by it to strain.
Exams are, for students, like sprain
In which they are controlled by rein.
But, few say exams make us crane
Which make us see out future pane.
Those suffered with zero only complain
That they had been disfavoured cocaine.
To get through it we need good arcane
Which many failures ready to abstain.
Can students have a nice campaign
To refer the exams a challenge plain?
Let’s use it as a tool success to attain
And not complain against it again.
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