KNICKS TWENTY NINE DOWN
MY GOODNESS THEY WENT TO TOWN
ONE GAME FROM THE CROWN
I
A space of stacked stress
And clothes on the floor
His room is a mess
And his life is a chore
Professors didn’t care
And his grades didn’t either
He sees the end there-
Oh, time the deceiver!
Ken lived in Alexandra town..Which you'll find within the
Borders of Vic..A family man who worked the hotmix
Hands moving strong and quick.' Although born as
A Kiwi.' He became an Aussie true' an ex pugalist who had
Challenged for middleweight dominance in the Oceanian
Games' now who'd have knew? He tuaght me how to come
And go' to walk back jabbing straight, to duck and weave
And use all speed.!! A man you'd value as your mate no
Gloves we wore and knuckles cracked we split a lip or two'
I gave him a black eye, he got up and said a good hit from
You. '
An honour to have known this gentleman' I tell each one
And all of you.'
(a silly series of Senryus)
It’s time to cram for
final exams, again, so
here we go, mug up.
My mind, coffee dark,
drifts in academic dreams,
—think roiling oceans.
A ‘mandatory’
society meeting? You’re
not the boss of me.
I’ll shun or eschew,
if I want too, sidestepping,
like a tap dancer.
I'm not lazy - I'm
high tech and in energy
saving mode now.
It’s a pointed and
conscious decision—I’ll do
me and you do you.
.
.
Songs for this:
Simply Couldn't Care by Tracey Thorn
Each and Every One by Everything But the Girl
I’m just twirling in the center of my room.
I’ve got way too much to do.
Has that ever happened to you?
I’m assailed, derailed and impaled by indecision.
I can’t find my lucky pencil and I have a final in 90 minutes
I have lab results to qualify and I’ve a term paper to finish.
I have two problem-sets due and I must arrange movers.
Despite my burn-out, I should start packing for move-out.
In order to get our reservations and tickets in hand,
we’ve got to finalize our summer plans.
On my theoretical schedule - I’m behind -
oh, and there’s a mountain of laundry to climb.
In finals week everything is ratcheted up.
and there’s the weighty and unavoidable demands of sleep.
I’m just a girl about to pass out in her room, over-caffeineed,
from chugging a large, iced coffee after 3 hours of sleep.
I’ve read that stress can affect valuations.
I think it’s true.
I twirl.
.
.
Give Paris One More Chance by Jonathan Richman (Youtube ZMF7Jq8xNGI)
I Want You Back by Trijntje Oosterhuis
Make a Rainbow by Benny Sings
Let Her Go Into The Darkness by Johnathan Richman
Fear not, doubt's dark whispers,
embrace the testing ground.
We face the same old existential dreads -
the unexpected twist, the vague essay prompt.
Genial birdsong mocked our anxious morning
and squirrels still scampered unconcerned.
“You’re a beautiful bundle of stress,”
I assured Lisa this morning
as I handed her her water bottle.
Final exams start Thursday,
and it’s giving us all the feels.
Finals have a gravity of their own.
Are the papers worse than exams? Maybe.
The tension can be relentless and heavy.
“It’s finals week, see you on the other side.”
As for me, I’m almost packed up.
Time is an odd and unpredictable beast.
It’s hard to believe that in two weeks, I'll be a junior.
It’s an unimaginable prospect.
To work, for a long time at something that seemed impossible
- head down in concentration - then suddenly, like a passing,
cotton cloud somehow became a bunny - everything came into focus.
I’m halfway done. I’m going to make it. I got a chill.
I wanted to throw my lattice windows wide open and scream for joy
- but it might’ve been taken wrong. I’ve no time to give mental health advisors.
Next week might be a more plausible time for wooting.
.
.
It has to be said. I’m in love with these songs:
‘Arizona‘ by ‘Ms. White’
‘Blood in the Cut’ by ‘K.Flay’
‘Time Machine’ by ‘Willow’
‘Relax’ by ‘Vacations’
‘Do the motion’ by ‘BoA’
“Tender as a bomb’ by ‘tennis’
simply awake
No music lulls
No quiet snoozes
No counting naps
No stretching tires
My clock taunts me
No comfort lullabies
No breathing relaxes
Pajamas strangle me
No coolness soothes
No meditation stupors
No visualization sleeps
No position tranquilizes
No supplements sedate
No aromatherapy calms
or finger painting slumbers
I am insomnia’s vigilant sentry.
Where, oh where's the sandman?
It was a Lie
It was Inefficient
It was a Facade
It was Ended
Uruguay 0 - France 2
Uruguay bad day
Les Bleus take total control-
France-Belgium showdown
Brazil 1 - Belgium 2
Brazil's own-goal gaffe
brilliant Belgium bests Brazil...
Belgium comes of age
Sweden 0 - England 2
Swedes hit Pickford wall
England's clean sheet victory
"...coming home" -maybe
Russia 2 (3) - Croatia 2 (4)
Russia's journey ends
Croatia show nerves of steel...
showdown with England
G-ame one has begun,
M-inutes of each quarter pass,
M-illions gladly watch.
Form: Acrostic Haiku
NBA Finals Prayer
Lord, blesseth thine Warriors
And treateth not thine Fans
with a such a Cavalier attitude.
Thy restoreth our soles.
Thy quickeneth and brusheth off our feet of Klay.
Thy maketh passes down for Green fast breaks.
Yea, though we've walked through
the Valley of Lebron,
we shall fear no Dellavedova.
Thy Ref and thy Stef, they comfort us.
Thou preparest a bench for Mike Miller to keep warm
in the absence of his highness' hiney Heat.
Thou anointest Anderson Varejao's head with jojoba oil;
My Curry runneth over.
Surely championships and endorsements
shall follow us all the years of our careers.
And we will dwell in the house of the Oracle for Game Seven
(if necessary).
Amen
Psalm 23, King James Aversion
Composed and published by Damian Hinman June 16, 2015
Finals suck yes its true, finals suck, it makes me blue.
Finals are not fun you’ll see, for everyone is full of plea.
Finals are required, but why?
The state wants to see how we have improved in our knowledge
Finals make everyone want to die.
Once finals are done, everyone dances with glee
They aren't fun, you’ll see
Finals Result
A month before,
Begins the tension,
Something you would like to,
Give a detention.
Of being grounded for a month,
Is perhaps the fear,
Or getting a spanking,
And shedding many tears.
Or perhaps it’s competition just plain,
Or fear of falling behind the class,
The probabilities are clear,
More clearer than glass.
speech and debate team members
competed every week
new schools, new judges, input sought
national finals at Niagara University
eleven hundred contestants
vying for trophies worth their weight in gold
mix up the meter, don't stress the rhyme
select a "poem" that would be unique
then give it your own tweak
casting Longfellow and Whitman aside
I emulated Walter Brennan’s voice
reading “The Lorax” by Dr. Seuss
in finals judging was stiff
but I gave them a laugh or two
nabbing a fourth place
first time Monmouth ever had a winner
riding home, we cheered and laughed
Old Lorax’s environmental message won favor
*Entry for Joe’s “Contest Contest”
True story
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