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I hope you all did your assignment, no you won't be graded
But all that was meant is that His Memory doesn't get faded
I just want to welcome everyone back it is so great to see you
You may feel that you lack but one day you'll see that isn't true
Now let's begin the lesson by revisiting what was said before
Think of life as a great blessing and all that God has in store
For today it's stamina we will discuss and how it all plays in
Each of us is prone to cuss and fall right back into that sin
Only the strong will survive for I've see so many failures
You don't just suddenly dive and then hope for the cures
Remember open those eyes wide in looking for His Glory
Or you will never realize the whole meaning of His Story
Now let's open up that Book just feel His Awesome Power
Tonight I want you to take a look for say a quarter hour
Lose yourself in His Word Psalms I would suggest you start
As time has now occurred, Goodnight, God Bless your heart
In between the blackness and the bright,
Graded shades of grey and lilac lie.
These variegated colours give delight.
And from my soul, I hear a gentle sigh.
As we live, we dwell in mysteries;
Must take decisions based on various views.
And unknown memories from our history
Bring out the old , so misperceive the new.
For true perception, we must humble be.
Not for moral reasons but for sight.
The emptiness lets flood creative seas.
And allows bright rays of guiding golden light.
We need to know we do not know at all.
And, trembling, hold the doors of vision wide.
So gentle should be judgements when we fail.
Then errors we’ll appreciate, not hide.
We will deal with life unknown, unclear;
Perception is a better guide than fear
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
The teacher stood in front of the class,
“Today, she said, “I’m giving you the same assignment I give every year!”
“Please write what you want to be when you grow up...
and remember:
There’s no wrong answer here.”
She found most answers to be the same as every other year she taught:
doctor, fireman, super hero, movie star…
one student wants to own a yacht.
The teacher read with interest…as their grammar she corrected
until she came across one paper…with an answer unexpected.
It was written by the shyest girl in class…who did not want a super power.
WHEN I GROW UP, she wrote in capital letters,…I WANT TO BE A WILDFLOWER.
Because bringing beauty to the world…is a flower’s livelihood
and I want to grow in places …no one ever thought I ever could.
The teacher held the essay in her hands…unwilling to let it go…and suddenly, out of nowhere, her tears began to flow.
She gently set the essay down…and as it glowed in her lamp’s light…She thought for a moment, picked up her pencil…then she began to write.
‘You already bring beauty to my world’, she wrote
‘And I know you’ll find a way...
to add beauty wherever you go.”
and she graded it an A.
you set me free
a very hard thing to do
i guess you crave a challenge
i guess i crave your style
you set me free
a mighty project to embellish on
i guess you were game for it
i guess i was game for what you were wearing while gaming
you set me free
not the easiest blueprint to tackle
i guess you had me set on your sight
i guess i admired the fact that you welcomed me in your sight
you set me free
the type of dive with a very high degree of difficulty
i guess you were feeling athletic and sure of yourself
i guess i was privy to be your number one fan after viewing your technique
you set me free
something made only for the most open minded at heart
i guess your mind had a particular appreciation for the rare and the unique
i guess my mind needed a natural detour sign that would tag me directly in the head if i even hinted at going even slightly off the grid
you set me free
an action that can only be accomplished by pulling many a highly graded string
you never stopped with the cutting
i never stopped grabbing your cutting apparatus
we always ended up in a compromising position
we permanently concluded....by compromising....
i love you....thank you for setting me free....
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.
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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. ??
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
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.
Jilting muse with availing inspiration did wend
Barren reservoir doth futility portend
A bristling quill with no well to descend
No gratuitous frills on vapid contours suspend
Seeking with brokered shill to amend
Imploring vagabond seeking itinerant dividend
Wading through flooded channels, silty grains to append
From literary vault embezzled title apprehend
In voluminous discourse a simple aphorism distend
In ancient annals a trite fable from corroded parchments
rend
From Medieval chronicles a homily with which to contend
Out of Victorian poet's graded folio a euphemism vend
From contemporary laureates' silken threads, new yarn
spin
distend- to stretch out, to inflate
Brains in this group were graded according to a binary system.
1 winner 0 as in loser.
A hypnotic mantra often -
“Winner, loser, hopeless chooser.”
There were even signs such as a straight finger for 1 or orb like finger sign for loser.
One might wonder aloud if this clique with their uncanny gestures would fit in anywhere else except this setting of their choice.
Hazy plume, rainbow eucalyptus, sylvan zephyr, amber leaf cascade,
lambent shroud, halcyon xanadu, wonder world cocoon, among the zany names they had thought of.
The staff each had nicknames linked to the above enterprises.
The brainstorming sessions they had had no drama or plot could “match.”
“Often have the feeling we are pawns to our ideas.”
Amber leaf sighed.
Lambent :
“This place is “dead on” for the wrong reason.
Smart is always in season.”
Lambent nodding to his “imaginary” sidekick “Shadow”
that seemed glued to his desk.
After all, they were used to that sort of thing as innovative university students.
This unusual alliance though city based had links to different areas.
But nothing would daunt this oddball eccentric clique and their very imaginative and oft bizarre aims.
They were nothing if not colorful.
They had this impressive office garnished with wallpaper having pictures of their various businesses and the names associated with them.
This franchise had been in existence now for over 5 years.
It was coping to an extent but there was an underlying desire to go beyond that.
A glorified high tek office routine secretly horrified everyone.
Lambent shroud, ICloud expert in the group was perhaps the zaniest of them all.
He had a fetish about hazes and how the term could be used.
Haze was his buzzword and
of course his very own in the ether mate.
He had a virtual sidekick called “Shadow.”
They used to speak to each other in rhymes.
“Hi there, going nowhere shadow.
I’m really stuck. Yuck!”