Altho' I didn't study for my Rorschach test
when the proctor a doctor a shrink
evaluating my perception in search of insight
to discover what I might really think
handed me ten pictures on a card
I took a long hard look
then knew exactly what I did see
and did not blot my copybook
as often what you're gazing at
is simply (on the dot) precisely that
so it was not difficult at all
personally from where I sat
to pass with flying colours
and unravel this Gordian Knot
it wasn't a butterfly moth or bat
sometimes an inkblot is just an inkblot
An ode of the things I'm told are great about me
Number 1; I know how to.have fun
Number 2; I'm adventurous and will try anything once
And finally; three, im.crrative and free, smart.and arty farty gso good with words that it's rather absurd. I love to learn and I learn fast every exam I take you will surely pass with flying colours. Colours of the rainbow spirited and spiritual, cool calm and collected, honest and true say what I think thithink what I say I'm anyone's friend who will brighten up your day!
Being rejected by his humans
As if that wasn’t bad enough
Forced into s life of beggary
Homeless and having to live rough
Mr Whiskey’s a cat of distinctiom
A cat of manners and breeding
Even without access to antecedents
There available for our reading.
A cat of intellectual depth
Easy for all to see
Obviously holding at leat
A First Class Masters Degree.
He sits for hours in the garden
To thr casual glance asleep
But in all reality he’s thinking
Thoughts both esoteric and deep.
Just recently he’s decided
By methods he knows best
With flying colours we’ve passed
The decent human beings test.
As a result we’ve been appointed
To the household of this worthy cat
And in the way of things these days
Life doesn’t get much better than that
Respect long due for a new paradigm
Another form of love is here to stay
In flying colours passed the test of time
Name is no shame whether she he or they
Beyond the rainbow glows a brighter day
Over the prejudice high and above
Worldwide waving symbol of peace and love
Part II
What would have happened to million’s fate,
If Subedar Ramji had failed, thee to set.
In 1891’s simmering heat of April
Born true nationalist Phule’s pupil.
Being motherless boy, thee set sails,
Thee had to bear brunt of devilish veils.
Under the curse of being an outcaste,
Hiding behind were satanic verses vast.
Fighting stiffly with ethnic bigotry,
Thee maintained disciplined gallantry.
Thee was not allowed a sip to drink life source,
from glossy vessels tainted by ritualistic force.
Passing exams with flying colours,
Thee received scholarship armours.
Baroda Maharaja fuelled thy intellectual leap,
Thus, begun stripping naked waists cheap.
It’s your graduation day,
You’ve completed your course,
Passed every exam,
With flying colours.
It’s your graduation day,
Let’s celebrate,
You’re going out
Into the big world.
It’s your graduation day,
We wish you luck
For the future
Ahead of you.
It’s your graduation day,
We hope you enjoy
Whatever you do.
It’s your graduation day,
Congratulations!
03/07/22
Written for my cousin’s graduation
I would be taught many things, what love brings,
but difficult to fly without a pair of wings,
I was instructed in compassion and forgiveness,
to cherish, value, adore and gently caress.
They said that I would go to the stars and other places,
no one knew that an angel's heart races;
my friends Gabriel and Michael were so clever,
I completed my 'heavenwork' with their endeavour.
Anne and Catherine said: 'Be careful what you fly in,
not too loose clothing, in case you get in a flap,
when you've settled, you can give your own instruction,
then deliver your pearls of wisdom ad infinitum.'
I graduated with flying colours - blue, white and gold,
so that I couldn't be seen in the sunset, I was told.
When love is natural it will revert. How I'm this sure?
Nothing it's just observation. When I experience rain, and wave off monsoon... I know that it will come back and it does. So is summers and winters...
Every naturally occurring entity leaves us for a short duration and comes back with flying colours. A little gap in relationship is important, else you'll get exasperated. To realize importance of the other. Just as we appreciate winters in summer and vice-versa.
But I've never seen re-occurrence of any artificial material ever. Doesn't matter how long it lasts but once gone can't be restored in it's pure form. That's it......
Congratulations you’ve done it!
And with flying colours too.
But then we knew you could do it
We had every faith in you.
Although your nerves were jangling
And your tummy wouldn’t settle,
We knew once you took it to task
You’d conquer that bit of metal.
Emergency stop,turn in the road,
Highway Code a doddle.
And you should be proud of yourself
The examiner didn’t mollycoddle.
Now at last you’re up there
With the favoured rest.
You can throw away the L plates
Now you’ve PASSED your test.....
But just a word of caution;
Before you set off into the blue,
Remember the road’s not a race track
And we’re fond of every bit of you.—
Well now you’ve got the green light,
It’s go ahead,action stations!
Grab the wheel,use your head and your heart,
And once again DRIVER congratulations.
I wrote this for a friend who passed their test.
Doddle- very easy
Mollycoddle- be gentle with
Every now and then, when love catches me unawares
I struggle to break free
To sneak free of unbidden glares
From a pesky glee
When love grows fickle
Taking my breath away
Dwindling its attention to a trickle
Whose feet of clay
Make me plane rough edges
Love displays in the behavior
Monitored and featured on pages
Where love’s savior
Longs to enable a smooth ride
Love bestows on lovers
Once I get matters in my stride
Assuming the status of prime movers
To chart a new course in which love thrives
In optimal conditions of pressure and temperature
As the concept of love arrives
On the scene to grant my lover and I a future
We deserve to blossom
In theory and in practice
As our twosome
Who does our love justice
With flying colours
For my lover and I to breathe a sigh of relief
As my love vectors and scalars
Soar to the loftiest height without any further beef.
Teachers and students bond
In the classroom, in the lecture room
To ensure the teaching and learning process doesn’t abscond
As teachers their students’ future groom
In bonds that over time tie tighter
As the loco parentis role teachers pursue
To mould character, attitude, knowledge and skill in better and vaster
Quality, quantity and sanctity that ensue
When ignorance hitherto entrenched
Dies and lies in a cognitive intensive care unit
While cultures of best practice and best performance grow enmeshed
In society whose prosperity teachers and students knit
To man vital sectors of national economies
Although teachers sentimentally suffer when upon course completion students depart
After scaling with flying colours cognitive, affective and psycho motor taxonomies
When from teachers’ company beloved students part.
This guy prides himself in speaking gibberish
Multilingual, proud along with my limericks
Went to Benny Hill school
For underdeveloped fools
Passed with flying colours, ended up the class validick
'lasting for a very short time':
You went to a college,
graduated in flying colours.
Was drunk with the vapour
of distinction
In the higher level's age.
Knowledge was your cage.
Even you obtained certificates.
But death pursued your breath:
Bethroted to Ephemeral.
Groomed by the best clown,
elating glottis,scolding eyes.
Gone to river of rivers
to fetch.
Caught sharks,whales and leviathan.
But health got you tied:
Bethroted of ephemeral.
1)Education is ephemeral(though proving he's a sage.)
Profession and his wife are ephemeral(though boasting around wealth).
Sickness is ephemeral(though often scaring away health.)
All strive to stay,
But they would not stay.
Drown in the dread
of unseen phenonmenons.
Ephemerality is not all those things up there:
It's you:
Even you that doesn't know who you're,
You that gets intimidated easily,
For you'll last but for a very short time.
"Life will not give you what's right,if you're mute."
EPHEMERALITY!
17:1:12:14:17
Written in the Honour of my dear friend: Robert M Smith
This is my cocoon, my bed, and I am sleepy
For no one will I leave this warm place, I hibernate
With my slender fingers, with the last bit of my strength
I build this final place
I wrap my arms around my head, they are so painful
My knees around themselves, so thin and bone alone
I rest my head inside my arms, and push it all away
Outside this final place
I am no more, today I finally stop being
I never asked to have this strange body that I loathe
Those ever crying thoughts that haunt inside my brain
Let me my final place
***
If this is cease to be, how come the flying colours?
The strange sensations while I suddenly can move?
Is this crawling out of painful hibernation
Leaving life of darkness then?
***
January 31, 2017
Walking my tiger home,
Stuffed with latex foam,
Orange red and tawny yellow,
To sleep with me and share my pillow,
The golden coat so light fawn,
The best gift since I was ever born,
So many kisses and so many cries,
To pick it from the shop it lies,
I can hide from my angry mother,
And also scare my little brother,
To gain my friends jealous,
My hearts bumps with flying colours,
Not only in Discovery not only in Animal planet,
Now also in my little hamlet,
I have a companion to roam,
Walking my tiger home.
23 July, 2016,
'Walking my tiger home' poetry contest
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