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School of hard knocks
For most of us that's what we got
School of hard knocks
When you're there probably want out
In the middle, one learns alot
Ready for life now to allot
School of hard knocks
Contest:Rondelet Contest
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Written by:Sara Kendrick
When I was scuba diving, I saw small fish swimming in a school;
Thought that I would check them out, for they looked really cool;
But when I got closer, much to my surprise,
Out sprang a Giant Grouper using the school as a disguise.
Now this was a lesson learned in both diving and in life;
Things aren’t always as they appear, at any time danger can strike;
I like to say, don’t sweat the small stuff, but you must always beware,
That hiding in a school of fish a giant problem could be there.
Now I still like to scuba dive and check out cool things I find;
Always being cognizant to keep this lesson deep in mind;
And outside of the water I maintain my curiosity,
Weary that at any moment a Giant Grouper could eat me.
BACK TO LIFE
It was raining then with showers sweeping the town
With cool droplets driven by the breeze panning from dawn to dusk!
Prickling my lips my eyebrows my cheeks
Swinging my memories from butterflies of the yore!
Around my elementary school of age
Every fresh dropp of rain smells as fresh as new earth
Tastes as sweet as nectar of the core!
Come Monsoon each time quiver each cell in me,
Kindles every memories in deep
Brings back my bygone smells of broken pencils,
Tender sweats, wonder scent of girl friends of mine
Each year each monsoon I grow year young by year young
I grow year after year; in leaps and bounds
in a hurry younger and younger
Close to my school close to my habitats close to my town
Like in a man machine, but in a memoirs machine
Back to life!
Krishna Baalu
Where I live
The land slopes downward
Towards Merrick Road
Inviting me for a walk.
Stopping at a corner
I hear my name
Turning around
I say hello
To a neighbor
We exchange pleasantries
No need to say anymore
And I continue on my way.
My wife and I have roots here
Passing my daughter’s school
I remember that July
When fathers,
Tradesman
And office workers alike,
Toiled under a hot sun
Working together
To build a playground.
Near the park
I coached my son’s soccer team
Families came to watch
Their children run like the wind
Memory tells me
It was a good season.
On nearby streets
I helped neighbors
With routine chores
Lifting and pushing the unmovable
Shiny things for a kitchen
Or for the room upstairs
Odds and ends
We call possessions
My wife worked close by
To be home
When our children
Stepped off the school bus
Our house ran under
Her watchful eye
A job never done.
In return we are known here
And I take every opportunity
To walk through a quiet town
As early evening
Descends
On everyone and everything.
In high school I was bullied by one kid...
For three years he picked on me,
made fun of me,
and tried me on every possible occasion....
Understand,
I am a peaceful man,
a mediator,
he took that as weak....
My senior year he tried me
and I put my fist in his mouth,
he fell back and I repeatedly stomped him until my boys pulled me off.....
He wanted to fight me because his sister through herself at me
during the Halloween party the night before.
I took advantage,
like when lady Guinevere came to Lancelot..
I was Micheal Myers
she was a naughty school girl!!
I did it out of spite,
To provoke a fight.
I wanted to whoop his ass
I was playing football,
in weight training,
and hung with the thugs,
My brothers,
the streets were home!!!
I wanted to whoop his ass.
I hit him with a two piece with a biskit...
Jared Pickett
7/3/2010
Asavvy1
I was the one who was sat on the wall
I was so little the others were tall
The school was next door so I didn’t go far
Never needed to go to school by car
I played in the playground with some of my fiends
Long summer days that never seemed to end
That’s a long time ago, can you recall?
The bumps and bruises when taking a fall
Long summer nights turned to autumn browns
As I grew older I had life’s up’s and down’s
Working for a living to make ends meet
Bringing up children that was a treat
Do you remember me? I was young and daft
I couldn’t remember when I last laughed
I had wild ideas but they didn’t last long
I knew back then that I didn’t belong
Now I am older, I’ve survived life’s trials
I’ve cried many tears and travelled miles
Nearing retirement I look back at things
Wondering now what retirement brings
My mam she fought against her fate
When her period was six months late
Her parents showed her out of the gate
Though inside her there wasn’t hate
She then survived upon her wits
Single parent on benefits
Excluded due to politics
To school I went, a quiet student
Bullies watched my every movement
Without future no investment
We were betrayed by Government
Grew up awares stayed on my wits
Learnt the nightmares avoided hits
Others in prayers reduced to bits
The teachers thought, the school was hell
When truth dawned, from heaven they fell
Between silence, they’d loudly yell
Whilst willing for the school’s end bell
Live without hope is what I learnt
Only through fear is respect earnt
Lost childhood dreams my future burnt
Dear heart alone and longing to smile
Tarry me your time, read my words awhile.
My eyes like an eagle alone in the sky
Have scanned panorama and providence
For a reason that this void in which I fly
Will bring me a Darien as my recompense.
I do not ask for much, except to climb
A its hill like Drake, and see the Pacific sublime.
How else shall I claim a value at court
How else shall my talent serve the earth
Unless some institution say to me report
With learning's pedigree, weave our mirth!
All my life from school to school I have gone
Searching for the El Dorado of dawn
While from street to street still I flounder
An exile held by chains of human blunder
While each plumbed depth says my sounder
Is congruent the world's, I'm wasted thunder.
So let the dawn that I can move across this land
Free as any man to use an unrestricted hand
And give this shining citadel a brighter light
To guide the pilgrims coming through the night
My Darien will given if only they would write
To tell medal me free in survival last fight.
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