Alabaster used for statues and vases
Brass and beryl
Calcite, relative of limestone and marble
Diamond, pure carbon
Erbium used for fiber optics
Fluorite boosts mental clarity
Gypsum and graphite
Hematite polished into beads
Iron used to make steel
Jadeite graded A B or C
Kunzite soft pink, lilac or violet
Limestone formed from shells and corals
Moonstone heightens psychic sensitivity
Nacre also mother-of-pearl
Opal plays with rainbow colors
Peridot August’s birthstone
Quartz used in electronics
Ruby red
Sapphire a deep Kashmir blue
Topaz November’s birthstone
Unakite green and pink granite
Vesuvianite discovered in Italy
Wavelite a rare aluminum mineral
Xanthite named by ancient Greeks
Yowah nut from Australia
Zircon of many colors
As I look back
failure was never
an option…
destined
to repeat until the lesson
learned –
As I look back,
I have been schooled
and graded for life
by death --
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The soul skips and bumps
a corduroy road – these often
alter pass vehicles we call the
Human Body And Currier --
I transport no angel messages
nor devils to lament --
no convictions other than
my time profitably spent --
Profitably Spent, not meaning an
accumulation of victories...but a
process of divining, sinking – drawing
out of the earth more than I ever put in….
I’m too young and too happy
according to my ‘infectious agents’ professor
and is he ever wrong?
Four of us pressurized med-school freshmen
(Chloé, Emma, Léah, and I) who have become
fast friends, were twisted together in a seated circle,
laughing, cutting up and sharing our deepest thoughts
as the TAs handed back several quizzes that had been
slowly and torturously graded over the past month.
Isn’t it bad enough that studies have reordered us,
and made our days and nights as one?
Must we also wear our spirits low? We cannot.
Humor is our gentle requital
Laughter is the impossibility powerful sound
that slays worry and common sense
That educated man may spend his authority as he wishes
but well-timed delights can’t always be scheduled.
.
.
Songs for this:
Me & You by HONNE
Jamirobeegees Mashup by Pomplamoose
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He said "you're too young and too happy" with a twinkly smile
but I treated it seriously in this poem. ??
Karma is when something returns, like a bird returns to its favorite spot.
Karma always returns, sometimes it brings good, and sometimes it brings bad.
Karma is out of our control, it only gives out what is deserved.
Karma is like a grade, we get graded and then get our reward, or we get something bad.
Karma is the return of all we have done, it is like a harvest at the end of the summer, it has rewards.
Karma always remembers, it gives, it takes, it has no mercy, so do good, and pray, hope that karma gives you a good grade, and gives you all the good you deserve.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Grand Greenery.
Frontenack kneeling.
Keening upon the front line.
You will moan me into my
own kind of oblivion,
A particular B graded death,
cornered in my own upheld dim fantasy,
ever much so fancy free in this prison.
Small things become
large in a life at times,
appointments made
that hang like a sentence
over one's head,
incarcerating you in fear
for a week or more.
A pain that won't go away
growing into a dozen
self diagnosed causes,
some serious, some benign
until you remember
straining to lift
a heavy pot
yesterday or the day before.
Then there are all
the “what ifs” that invade
the mind when you are trying
to get to sleep, a whole
catalogue of outcomes graded
from the unfortunate
to the absolute worst,
one of which is bound
to come true, ruining
your plans or causing you
to be carted off in a hearse.
And even when you find
a quiet corner somewhere
in your life where
a little sunshine comes
shining through, it's always
short-lived when you convince
yourself it just can't be true.
Our final test will be graded
When our breath has dissipated
Life itself is our final test
Final grade when we’re laid to rest
Taking the test may make you snore
If you don’t care about the score
For the next one you’ll study more
Then it hits I’m dead on the floor
There’re no more chances to improve
That was the final my last move
What can I say when at the gate
Please let me have a later date
Your name is not here take a look
Only those saved are in the book
My teacher who thought sun-bathing made her well-red,
graded me average, she was mean to the power hundred.
She was once a banker, but after some time lost interest,
wanted to be a pilot, so her career could take off for the best.
She thought to be able to fly high, could be truly uplifting,
instead she bought a boat, for in the sea it was for sail drifting.
She was an optimist, her blood type was B-positive, they stated,
but the doctor said it was Type-O, the mistake was corrected.
Her memory was photographic, but she couldn’t fully develop it,
she needed to alter a brain part, changed her mind the last minute.
When she stole neighbor’s lamps, he couldn’t be more de-lighted,
a picturesque girl, she landed in jail, “I was framed”, she asserted.
On the day of your party
Please be sure to invite
The Drunken Clown.
He offers steady humor
At a pace everyone can measure.
His drinks, give love and laughter ,
his expressions: love and empathy.
In a graded lawn he falls and tumbles,
His eyes red and bleeding,
Look to him to point and laugh.
Our drunken clown gets his payment
In full, pursuing the right wingers,
And guffawing with the left.
His sincerity bobbles in an ocean of booze.
Cheers and Slaintè to our drunken clown.
Salud, and Prost!
To our home
And I sleep the sleep
Of a thousand filtered souls,
In ungracious betterment,
And a hope to die by my own hand.
Vicious visions of a youth undocumented,
And a prayer I never have the balls to do it.
The final bell had sounded. Happy kids
fled halls and classrooms, out those double doors.
I heard brief conversations: “Call me soon” . . .
“Hey, let’s go swimming” . . . “Catch ya later, Dude!”
They’d soon return to school, but not to me.
I graded final tests and posted grades
just as I had for decades, but then came
lunchtime with colleagues and unique good-byes,
from some I’d seldom see, some not at all—
for I would never pass that way again.
I filled my car with boxes that contained
a plethora of teaching aids, a mass
of memories of a career—of my
identity since I was twenty-two.
Then, through my tears, I took one long last look,
and made my way toward my other home.
I choose to sing
a gentle song
in a soft ballad
I find my time and place.
A gentle song
in peace and love
I find my time and place
on a makeshift stage.
In peace and love
in subtleties of verse
on a makeshift stage
a new life I create.
In subtleties of verse
and in nuances of lyrics
a new life I create
intimacy found.
And in nuances of lyrics
feelings of my heart are conveyed
intimacy found
my performances graded and scored.
Feelings of my heart are conveyed
as I take my turn.
I chose to sing
a gentle song.
As of choiceless choice
Employing free will
The one became two
Erased memory
To engage in play
In timeless time
Graded silence
Rekindled bliss
Transcendental
The mirror
Now broken
Ended trance
The two
Became
One
Have I let
her down again
Have I failed
once more
Have I jumbled
up the words
Have I graded
poor
Have I taken her
for granted
Have I missed
the mark
Have I disappointed
one
—who pulled me from the dark
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Gray skies linger, the thunder has stopped
Frustration hovers in the fog, but not fear
There is no sight of the yellow sun
Raindrops have poured on the brain’s thoughts
Leaving puddles with old time reflections
Powerful people use threats to stop the truth
Like a flower that drowns in the torrential rain,
while they just stand there watching…
As if the flower never had beauty or precious life
While the victims feel lost one day to the next,
Criminals don’t care where they, themselves are going
To hell, with millions and millions of lightening strikes
Tables eventually turn, there is no escape for them
For now, it is just a storm, another storm
Time is a test and they have found a way to cheat
All is known when the test is to be graded
They will wish they were a flower, when they fail
The sun later rises to seek those who are looking
As it shines on the truth, nothing more to be proven
Released from the acquisition of research to survive
As their souls find peace, without having to strive
Heidi Sands
9/11/23
My teacher who thought sun-bathing made her well-red,
graded me average, she was mean to the power hundred.
She was once a banker, but after some time lost interest,
wanted to be a pilot, her career could take off for the best.
She thought to be able to fly high, could be very uplifting,
instead she bought a boat, for it was for sail and tempting.
She an optimist, her blood type was B-positive, they stated,
but the doctor told it was Type-O, the mistake was corrected.
Her memory was photographic, but she couldn’t develop it,
she was to alter a brain part, changed her mind last minute.
When she stole neighbor’s lamps, he couldn’t be more de-lighted,
a picturesque girl, she landed in jail, “I was framed”, she asserted.
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March, 5, 2023
Contest : Pun Fun
Sponsored by : Margarita Lillico
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