I never said the fish was that big,
just long enough for your surprise.
Yes, the sky did fall down once -
though not in ways you've come upon.
The art of the little white lie
is a Trojan horse disguised
to catch your attention.
To trick you to pose or question
what you'd never otherwise ask.
The lie, error or mistake,
flips the mind to correction,
demanding reparation.
It works a treat for advertisers
lecturers, presenters, debaters and charlatans.
It begs the question, demeans the ask-er,
but masters the magician's
conjuring tricks of deception.
A fool takes the bait,
a wise one casts acting the fool.
On Englands streets its people gather in ones twos
Threes in their thousands for this matter.' To stand and
March to celebrate the very essence that made their country great.' There will be burghers plumbers tailors and
Farmers; surveyors councillors barbers, and no harmers
Ex police and soldiers too.' Professors lecturers and maybe you? Clever and not so ( inclusion at its finest) many
British and united' soldiers may have died to achieve none the less.' Such
Sacrifice will guide them on' to teach, care; to nuture and they will be their
Finest.' They will many songs, words of hope no doubt will ring, may tomorrow be
Pleasant with great purpose at this big London gathering.!
Over the years curiously slim:
For ten full years Evil fought him
Or so his skidding mind had thought
And the notion made sure he bought
“You get away now, I repeat
Or ready get to take The Heat!
You that think yourself Hard Demon
But haven’t tasked My Lemon.”
Over the years nastily blunt;
Like a dog an image would hunt
“Your Fine Lecturers Empty Skull,
All my questions proving them ‘dull’
And stating naught but his virtues…”
And this had meant ‘A Mind Trapped’
A Bad Footwear quite neatly strapped…
And it’s kept making him A Stick,
A man by forces played a trick:
Links between Mind and Body shown;
Keeping both intact ‘challenge thrown.
Accepts all flaws as they are
Believes in one self ability
Comes to every students needs
Dedicate his efforts willingly
Enjoy the company of students
Fail not to attend lecturers everyday
Gives ears and shoulders to cry on
He is an inspiration
Improves all lessons beyond
Just some words to tell all about him
Keeps you close to his heart
Laughs with students and hugs students
Make students his friends
Over appreciative
Points out students efforts and mistakes
Quick to say "I am sorry "
Reliable to ask questions
Smiles all the time
Teaches for all to understand
Unique is the best word for you
Very energetic
Well dressed to impress
X termly perfect
Yes, you are my best teacher
Zachary is his name
Dedicated to all teachers in the world, inclusion of lecturers, professors et al
T rained to train
E mbellished wits shelled in distinction
A lpha of acumen, Omega of brains
C onfetti of efforts contract into a porringer
H oisted hood, encompassing passion
E lectrifying zeal melt into èclat
R unners up tarring the trail of education
S aviors of persons ridden in faux pas.
19:10:05:11:22
Used to hugging
lecturer entered office
he had flown from abroad
greeted personal Secretary
he hugged and lipped
a female colleague with him
With lipstick pasted
and permanent on his lips
he entered class in mood
laughter erupted spontaneously
To boardroom he dashed
for welcome party
Laughter exploded simultaneously
lecturers struggled to control
their cheeks swollen with laughter
He thought he was loved, adored
and he too laughed and laughed
sending a spiral of laughter
rolling across the boardroom
He pampered himself in silence
and prayed to God;
“I am great, great, great, great
God, thank you, thank you
for your great love for me!”
But no one told him
his lips were painted
I am,
Running through,
The most difficult time of my life;
Can't see,
anything positive,
to satisfy my soul;
Everyone seeming enemy,
Wanna fight but,
Controlling my feelings;
At this moment these lecturers going on!
Oh god, these free lectures hammering on,
This is the time when I need to be alone,
This is the movement when I wanna see the hope,
But Everytime when I tryna ignore these all,
Someone comes and hammers his advise;
And I say to myself to turn on the music,
To blow up the volume and sing...sing that
Nothing nothing gonna be happened and
Nobody gonna help you out,
So forget forget all the lectures,
And keep on dancing and saying that;
It's your life,
And nobody can interfere
So it's my life,
Won't let you to interfere.
Free lectures, cheap advice, freaky suggestions,
Go to hell,
Free lectures, cheap advice, freaky suggestions,
Just go to hell.
The Campus disease
New students report fresh and healthy
Soon they all become disabled and lost
Polio in the limbs, river blindness in the eyes
Wax in the ears and stones in the heads
You can see Vice Chancellor extra-happy
Continuing students scatter their lips in joy
Lecturers carrying big stomachs in corridors
As they plot to punish stubborn healthy lots
Happy with their conditions of disabilities
They acquire metallic baskets to roll around
Hire bright students to do their course works
And nocturnal parasites to do the daily dying
Vice Chancellor as the Chief Priest in charge
Bellows orders like a bull in the cathedral college
And every disabled member kneels eyes closed,
Praying, “Prof. Prof. “whom to obey but thee!”
"success is not always what you see"
This the tale of the janitor
Who loved his job with a passion
Who shone at his job like a star
Never late to work on a single day
Never called in so many years
He met many fresh and young students
Who all were trying to achieve big dreams
Carrying their big school bags as they rushed to their classes
He cleaned the floors and surfaces for them
So they could learn in a clean environment
He maintained the school, with skills that ruled
His joy to see graduates, his joy to see new faces
He met lecturers with features well textured
Some too serious, some always had a smile as they passed him
The countless footsteps that he cleaned
Of tomorrow's stars
The many tears that he wiped
Of tomorrow's heroes
The trash he removed
Of cleaner minds
Always remembered
The face that saw it all
The man that kept all in order
A speaker at a podium
Looks out upon a sea
Of faces, listening or not,
To varying degree.
Some lecturers go on and on
And haven't got a clue
The audience is tuning out,
As folks are wont to do.
The power point display clicks by
With charts and lots of graphs;
It sure would be improved with just
Some repartee or laughs.
Of course, some people at the mike
Have really got the knack,
Possessing all the magnetism
Other speakers lack.
As someone in the conference crowd,
It's always such a shock
When those presenting ramble on,
Despite the ticking clock.
It matters not how smart you are
Or what you might believe,
When lecturers drone on and on,
The crowd can't wait to leave.
(for: chinua achebe)
Part One
With gaiety and some pump
Forerunners, trumpeters
And the Gala came to us –
Varied voices, many eyes on faces
Swift to see the lapis lazuli
Nature’s gift to a forest:
(Teachers and teachees,
Authors, farmers and traders,
They came with songs;
Scholars and scholees,
Misters, mistresses and villagers,
They came with songs;
Lecturers and lecturees,
Drummers, dancers and clan-leaders,
They came with songs;
Professors and professees,
Pro-chancellors, chancellors and chair-holders,
They came with songs;
Governors and governees,
Business giants, dwarfs and hawkers,
They also came with songs!)
Dizzy gratitude in the laze of noon,
Ink parading splendour on sheets of paper,
Gone is the beautiful world,
Reduced to minute filigree,
And hello to grades of redshift ladder,
Ascend my passion to prestige, where
Lecturers’ preaches are to the deafs,
Words come in sleepless thousands,
Words within words in disillusion,
Oh imagine the look on inspired immortals,
Seeing us digging in slavish faints, for
No pot of gold. No pursuit of searing passion,
Just a piece of paper at the end of the rainbow,
Seeds of knowledge to sow, an echoed
Numbness in cavernous silence,
Our lives a game of chasing tail,
Awaiting the end of a sentence.
Time’s up. Stop writing.
Golden age that caught up saw his book.
He opens the first chapter in his life.
A small gem of a thing locked away for weeks.
Under the spotlight so that his color faded away.
A voice that stated this could be the end but destiny chose otherwise.
A mother figure that had tear drops all over her face.
Growing up in and out of the theatre production,
It felt like an examination.
A look of the disheartened souls that had to bear me.
An eye that was unbalanced saw the world in different light.
He never knew that the world would respond this way to him.
On to chapter two through the glass shattering window.
Chairs falling apart one by one no one knew what happened.
Time carried on but life seemed so worthless that I didn’t care.
A one-man voice for the nation could not speak his feelings.
Onto chapter three leaving a hell hole for paradise.
Lecturers instead of teachers the classes seemed the same.
A lonely youthful guy walking closed out from the world.
Friends that were namesake nothing else purposes met.
He made people laugh around him no one knew what he felt inside.
An open chapter still left in my life.
(Based on my own life. This is close to me)