Long Bunking Poems

It's true
Bunking its task
in the blue sky
Golden sunshine
Lies down morose
In sorrow
Laying its head on the tree trunk
Looking pale
It surprises me
As I see it smeared
With ashes of fear
All over its countenance
Will he too be raped and...

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With her pet toy in hand and playing,
In mother’s lap, a strange smile lurking,
To her lullaby whilst listening, 
Eyes on Ma, at last succumbs to sleep,
Here’s happiness for me sound asleep.

Their heavy school bags left...

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My Dream of Life

A life we used to dream about, the life full of adventure..
Trying new stuff everyday, no worries about the future.. 
That time, happiness lied within the play ground..
Riding bi-cycles, blowing gums, making...

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It was almost at the middle of my teen-age days,
When mind, like a horse without bridle, found rough ways;
Inner laissez-faire, like snake in dilapidated crack, set in,
Legs, the way they found, aimlessly, anywhere broke-in;
Parents and...

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Once again
Once again I passed by the gate
I passed by the Gate of your college
My legs were fast till I reached it
But as soon as they reached their desired destination
They denied moving an inch further

As...

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Familys complaining can ya hear em?
Uncle larry's probaly gonna puke dont get near him.
I kinda messed up sight.
Someone get Bobby Joe outthe street cause ya know he aint bright.

Christmas kinda blows around here.
So toss me...

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Tears in the eyes
When my school began
Willing to go to home back
That time, the only place of heaven
A small child doesn't know much
What are books and what is school?
Just like that, I was unable to...

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gone are those carefree days,
gone are those wild days where never bothered about the consequences,
had a care free attitude,
time has come to say good bye to my last year,
as i enter the college i felt...

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I could find my child, who's a butterfly lover,
Often bunking school granting many a reason;
Knowing her mad love, over the air to hover,
I allowed her to continue with no treason...
	
Having decided to find the reason...

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If I remember this correctly 
I was about 15
At school in Cambridge 
Bunking off
Watching BBC 2
And Depeche Mode 101 was on T.V
Never really been interested in Music
Never bought a record 
Sport was my thing
But watched...

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The nineteen 80's




Early eighties was my sweet teens,
as I could see every thing in greens,
College canteen and vegetable patties,
Oh my youthful eighties !

Remember those days of bunking classes,
late night parties and clinking of glasses,
Old movies...

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The first line my father drew
And all my freedom threw
No going out after eight
Or there’ll be a lock on the gate
My teacher drew the second line
Bunking college is not fine
Algebra and geometry are a must
Do...

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Brassy Barry’s boastful bumbling Brana Bull 
Badgered Billy’s bashful buffoonish Baboon 
Into baking a boisterous Blackberry Bisque 

Beyond bunking, Barry’s brave babysitter 
boldly bellowed brashly.

Bonafide bamboozlement boasted Brana Bull’s bed buddies.
Beyond bothersome boneheads, Billy Baboon’s...

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P  Post-truths are words designed to mislead us
O  Obviously, yet "facts" that are appealing.
S  Some are political; some petty; why fuss?
T  Talking points survive, despite de-bunking.  

T  Time has...

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It is time,
To teach children about consequences in schools,
If we want to give students the tools,
To avoid a life of crime.

When the children come home from their schools,
With their new set of  tools,
They might...

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