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I am who I am
Were you to ask where I’m from my past my tale my next of kin
the answer lies in who tells my narrative my twist what kind of spin
My autobiography is quickly shown in who I am will be in time
past present future blend in context and contingency overt and sublime
No doubt the product of genes and socialisation is rather pertinent
thus mixing and mingling draws frameworks but is also quite reticent
German ancestry Lower Saxon and East Prussian born after the War
struggling with Genocide Holocaust trans-generational down to my core
Grew up in Hamburg somewhat lonely understood by not many but few
too young in my school year a class clown a rebel a critic because I knew
Teachers could not reject or downgrade me since I got full marks in exams
so I carved out my niche opposed authority of Messieurs and Mesdames
A late child of the Student Revolution an exchange to California ensued
where hot love struck me like balm on my wounds with Gigi from Peru
After graduation I rejected being supported by my father and joined the Army
to gain independence yet the method to gain freedom now seems very barmy
Could not leave the Forces despite pretty vigorous conscientious objection
did my best to help others as a medical doctor in humanistic inception
My duties brought me to Wales by the Irish Sea with five children and marriage
country medic and farm house guiding my kids and then nuptial miscarriage
Depression struck no light at the end of the tunnel just darkness and void
too much drink downcast in my mental wheel chair and almost destroyed
Went to rehab in South Africa for treatment where God-incidence came
where I met my wife best friend lover soulmate who had suffered the same
Now I sit in the sun in South Africa stopped medicine write story and poem
reinvent my life some inner child stuff self-actualisation and certainly growing
New awareness novel perspectives pacifism philosophy and many questions
but the knowledge that kindness love and compassion are more than suggestions
My most intimate companion apart from my gorgeous wife is depression
both showed me my path journey and meaning my own life’s repossession
So few words about where I come from who I am will become and will be
so if you wish to explore more of my roots and my future please read my poetry
Adversity is really setting exams randomly to all.
Its time hasn't been predictable before.
Always does it sprinkle sweats upon everyone's face.
Unbearably,it's bringing what humanity hates.
The intensity of a burried relief comes in late.
Entirely,the class needs the clemency of God,
Because the journey is made atrocious and its sort,
Though,billions of passengers had already alight,
Which keep serving us sadness through memories,
Whether they alighted recently or in ages.
The rest of us are still shaking on the flight,
And verily, divine grace is the hope that we have,
As the journey needs a vital peace and love,
To drop us at our destination in GOD'S arms.
Oh for the days of my long lost youth
Making paper airplanes, watching em glide
Looping like barnstorming pilots of the 30s
Above the tree tops like birds they fly
Our imagination never saw paper airplanes
We saw ourselves as pilots on board
Soaring skyward with not a worry in the world
We could even hear the engines roar
Another favourite pastime was climbing trees
Just like masts on a pirate ship
Looking out on the ocean with a telescope
A musket hanging from our hip
Another fantasy, being a famous hockey star
Heard the cheering of adoring fans
Dreaming at night, scoring the winning goal
No more school, no more final exams
Oh for the old days, hmm perhaps I'll rethink that
It's pretty damn good from where I sit
Each stage in life has it's own special happening
And the happiness never quits
After three solid months of assumed relationship
She said it has all been because
She does not want to lose the friendship
“I never loved you”
Was what she said that afternoon
Immediately I could no longer hold a spoon
Thank God I was not close to a pool
All she said was “I need a break”
But I forgot to ask her long or short?
Waited a whole year
Maybe break will be over tomorrow
“Please wait for me till after my exams”
Was the last thing she romantically said
And like a well-fed
Sat down by my bed
Waiting for my love bird
Maybe she will be done with her exams tomorrow
“I will be thinking about it”
She said blushing
Except she will finish thinking about it tomorrow
“I am not the best for you”
Like seriously?
That was what she also said
Oh! Love!
Can I ever fall into you again?
The journey to your abode is too tedious
And for that I give up on you
For I have developed love apathy
Because I am now suffering from Philophobia
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This is a problem growing in direct proportion
To the papers that we face very soon
In everyone’s speech a pronounced distortion
And half the class sleepwalking at noon
I’m here chiefly to bring to your attention
You may soon not understand us
Because I for one, others by extension
Shall be speaking nothing but Physics because
James is moving about too excited
Gerald just got so good at deduction
For the first time Andrew correctly recited
The laws of Motion, Waves and Induction
Ade seems to be wholly attracted
To Google, ChatGPT, Bard and YouTube
And we can no more get Chibuike distracted
With pics of a diva exposing her b**b
It’s hard to relate, with any of your mate
Tomorrow the Rev. will be so delighted
BGS completes old subjects one by one
Thinking at last he’s covered it all
But the next minute he sees a new ton
Resulting from but a two-minute call
Everyone speaks with uncertainty
Praying that they will be understood
The gravity is of such intensity
That Daniel just forgot how to be rude
Please do stay woke, this is not a joke
Making light of matters has never been fun
Oh, I remember things we used to say
Now everyone takes a holy stance
“Death, dishonor, football and decay”
Has never met a greater resistance
Like particles we all just follow the current
As if we’re afraid to give out the heat
Things we loved has become abhorrent
Hour by hour the cycles repeat
You won’t forget it, even if you don’t get it
We’ll be speaking Physics by the end of the day!
It's a beginning of a new season
the beginning of a new session
For the student, after last session
The season for promotion to the next
At Sapele Technical College, Sapele
College of creativity and insights
A prominent school near by, good in craft
Construction, catering, business admin and more
They return happy, healthy and ready
Ready? to study ahead for their exams
Happy? For it's their final year session
Healthy? to face the season without drifting
Finally we meet again, happily said by the teacher
They were happy, to be back in school
Happy? to re-unite with friends again after been away
Attention said again by the teacher while
Smiling happily he ought, as they converse
Yelling !!!!
Teacher; when it's too hard??
Students; Gonna push through!!
Teacher; Because??
Students; Capable of doing anything
We puts our minds to
Teacher; But seems impossible??
Students; That's not true!!
Teacher; Why??
Students; We always overcome that which
we put our minds to without despair
The teacher whispered softly;
Wanna push through, stay consistent
Without resistance
Be open and receptive to learning
A reason for the season and session.
I start-out fresh every morning
but my resolve is reheated
Oh, it's med-school Monday-me.
Thank god my bf understands the fact
that on weekdays my time contracts.
Be careful, she may be grumpy and jumpy.
She’s the administrative flunky
the maker of plans
who strategizes for exams
It’s Tuesday-me
I'm in my zone and likely busy
slumberless and frumpiest
a pithy, dismissive miss-prickly.
who may not have been fed
and barely went to bed
It’s Wednesday me
in over my head, but focused,
patience at its lowest
memory’s key when deep
in theories, diseases and diagnoses
steer clear of me please.
Thursday me
with a brain like ground caffeine
irritation verging on obscene
trying not to be mean but acting like a tween
I need everything 2 B done, I’m under the gun
still acquiring scads of knowledge
but prepping for the evaluations to come
It’s Friday - did I sleep?
It’s evaluation day
dressed to impress
there’s a ballet underway
of peers and professeurs
weighing and clinically assaying
how I cope under a microscope
by 3pm I’m played and frayed
but looking forward to some play.
A few laps in the Shangri-La hotel pool,
and before I know it, I’m smiling and energized,
and with a bit of surface polishing, ready to date!
Why aren’t weekends considered therapy?
Is the air lighter? Are the days brighter?
They may not be but they seem so to me.
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Songs for this:
Formidable Cool by Wolf Alice
Tom's Diner (feat. Suzanne Vega) by DNA
Ramble On by Toni Jevicky
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sci-fy news from med-school..
We use antimatter everyday.
With PET scans, we inject radioactive isotopes (literal antimatter) which emit positrons that interact with electrons in your body to create gamma ray bursts we can track to create a detailed 3D map of your body.
Birdsong wakens me at the crack of dawn
I try hard to get back to sleep until the early morn
Heading for the bathroom I ‘tinkle’ on the loo
On rousing I think its something that most people do!
Straight off to the kitchen and I turn the kettle on
I hear the button ‘click’ then make a cup of tea for one
The toaster pops up and I spread jam on the toasted bread
I always have some breakfast so I can face the day ahead
The radio greets me with news, some happy and some bad
Tragic events across the globe make me oh so very sad
I run the bath and relax then splash in the soapy bubbles
Wash away my cares and de-stress from my life troubles
Then after I get dressed I slam shut the front door
I’m off to supervise exams; it’s a job that I adore
My car engine purrs softly during my trip to work
I sing along to the radio, I sound a complete berk!
Into the exam room hall we creep and get it all prepared
Soon student’s sit in silence – some of them look so scared!
I dash off to the grocery store; tills bleep as they are really busy
The music in the shop is so loud it makes me feel quite dizzy
Soon I am home again and its time to prepare our tea
Steaks sizzling in the pan for my husband and me
I clatter around the kitchen busily clearing up the mess
Carelessly drop a plate on the floor, it shatters I confess
After tea I hear my husband loudly snoring away!!
These are a few sounds I have heard during my day
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I don’t know,how’s it started?,
Perheps,a situation made me dependent,
A joy,a siren,nurtured my ambition,
But who’s know,it could Change into fraction…….
The journy begins with solving some questions?,
Making practice & to dissolve in passion,
She dissolved,& gets all the answers,
But who’s know,for me,It’s a bouncer……..
The half way passed with constant process,
Nothing could change,else syllabus finishes,
She routined,to impress the sir,
But who’s know,I had fallen for her….
The syllabus,practice,everything is qualified,
However I tried,couldn’t ask her outright,
She scrutinize,& cleared whole course,
But who’s know, my emotions were going to be worse………
Now exams are ready to chess our prizes,
Everything iss Forgotten,to handle this crisis,
Sometimes remembered,but had nothing to regret,
But who’s know,very soon she’s coming to meet…….
An era started,the day after my birthday,
All my emotions got busted,
Although she refused to be with me,
But who’s know,she’s going to kiss me………
Now, we were swimming in river of emotions,
Loving each other without any caution,
Both were not ready to ever think about separation,
But who’s know,what ‘s decided our destination……….
No reason,No dispute,Nothing is happenned,
But everything is changed,leaving some questions?
Neither I asked,Nor she replied,about this situation,
But who’s know,It’s LOVE or only an ATTRACTION……..
I hated all those lessons and rules
Playing sports in the cold and the rain
Exams, tests and essays in schools
l won’t need this stuff in my brain
It’s a waste of my time, it's just lame.
I am leaving school in just one week
No more boredom and tectonic plates
A good job, with some training I seek
Will I miss going to school with my mates
I wonder now what my future awaits
An interview can be a terrifying thing
He said, “Why not a single GCSE?”
“To this role, what do you bring?!”
Five years, I had nothing to please
Seven interviews and now, great unease.
Starting work at eight in the morning
Not what I imagined it would be.
Mucking out sheds, won't be that boring
I look back now, and my errors I see
Will my mates have careers, unlike me?
Now I do the same things every day
I miss school, and my mates, I’m sad
In the cold and the rain, I now dismay
and think of the opportunities that I had
To waste all that time… “was I mad?!”
If only I'd concentrated on school
Had fun, but tried when it mattered
If only I could have followed their rule.
All that knowledge I could have gathered
My dreams and future are they shattered?