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Their satchels (twenty five) within auto-rickshaw seats dumped,
Same number (small and big; fat and lean; boys and girls) tight-clumped;
Some hanging; some stamping; some hitting and kicking each one;
The driver, gliding as though great battle won with pains none...!
June, in Southern-India, has been reopening time;
With south-west winds, monsoon sets in as a nursery rhyme;
Fun on way is complete and perfect only when there be,
Splashing water-mixed mud that looks like Kerala-milk-tea...!
Some walk, books (for not getting wet), hidden within their shirts,
They're poor government school-students; studying in outskirts;
Looking at rich-kids, anger aroused, they scream, yell and haul,
Each, yet, knows, at the very outset, fate is same for all...!
Entering within campus, for all, is crucifixion,
Soon begins, within their classrooms, teacher-student friction;
Each tutor (teaching science or math) claims to be perfect,
Kick-starting, with no intro, their vast wisdom they inject...!
Games, occasional; lessons much; Little mental vent;
Frustration of being within four walls, always ferment;
Mugging-up starts; rutting, tests and exams turn punishments,
Learning through experiments gives many embellishments...!
Getting out of those jail-like cells, is glad and heavenly,
Queries of the day, though, by parents, will start heavily;
From opening till closing, all know, they'd be shuttled now,
They're masters of mysteries, yet; will escape anyhow...!
29 August 2022
Back to School Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
How We Met
by Edmund Siejka
Summer came fast
Like speeding cars
Loud radios
Blue skies and
Warm sun
Days when I was young and naïve
And old enough to know nothing
Spending aimless hours
Waiting for something to happen.
And one day I saw her
Just a passing glance
But I took it all in
The way her perfumed scent
Floated in the summer breeze
The way her hips moved
In a slow sensuous rhythm
Long hair touched her shoulders
Her body even and full
I couldn’t help myself
And I dreamed of her
Every night.
One day we met
But this time
I couldn’t stop
Staring at her
And suddenly I was aware
That she was studying me
A slow searching gaze
A coolness in her eyes
A feeling I never knew before
That excited me.
Awkwardly I blurted out a hello
Suddenly a torrent of words,
All jumbled and twisted,
Came out
Embarrassed at what I said
I wanted to hide.
Instead, I stood there
Unable to move
Trapped by my ignorance
When she smiled at me
Her eyes full and bright
Lips slightly parted
A look that told me
It was OK
And that’s how we met.
I just came from the cafeteria. In a shocking twist,
I have to actually meet people, I mean, can you imagine?
And we have group projects, my least favorite thing,
except perhaps, having a gym class.
The cafeteria was so crowded—didn’t I see you there?
Everyone there seemed to be wearing vintage Urban Outfitters.
I felt left out, but no one openly pointed at me.
Next, I expect to see bubblegum patch vests, skate-fit jeans and leopard-appliqué flats.
Between us, I’ve gotten old, and lost what little fashion game I had.
Now I’m modulated, that is, I’m over over-Indulgence.
When I pictured myself in college, OMG, what, a half a decade ago?
I imagined myself in a Lime Fizz Dress from Modcloth.
THAT never happened—which is all for the good.
School and by extension - school work - is definitely happening.
It’s not all studying while drinking back-to-back espressos at sunrise.
This week’s assignments due are: a ‘reflective assignment’ on qualitative research methods, a policy memo, a case analysis, and a group presentation. Argh.
So if you don’t hear from me—I haven’t been deported—I’m just oppressed.
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Songs for this:
This is Why by Paramore
Lauren by Men I Trust
Margaret by Pomegranate tea [E]
Moments
By Michelle Morris
13/04/2021
It's in the lonely moments that a single parent has alone in the dark at night,
After another long day of making it through this challenging life;
Of getting kids to school and to jobs to earn a wage;
Of putting food on the table and doing homework for all ages...
It's in the frantic moments of children who have trauma and fevers,
Who skin their knees and hide their pain from bullies and meanies;
Of social minefields in every direction,
Confusion in the media, hurtful intentions...
It's in every way and every day that parents and children go about survival;
Of refugee camps and night time lamps, studying to get educational freedom;
Of moving homes and unsettled norms, and people displaced by war;
So many lives put on hold or destroyed because of human fears...
And then we stop and see a butterfly flit daintily around some dandelions, and instead of seeing a weed in the dirt,
We make a wish on these blessed flowers...
© Michelle Morris, 2021
the year is still young and those resolutions are still being met
but how do we make the most of the time that's coming yet?
time is so fleeting and the only time we have is now
so it's up to us to make it more meaningful somehow
to make it good, to make it worthwhile just to make it better
we need to follow the Holy Word of God to the letter
these days are more of a challenge with so much evilness all around
war in the Middle East, the crash on Wall Street and the housing market in the ground
we're in a countercultural dilemma just trying to stay in synch with God
going against the world's viewpoints with love for Jesus in our hearts
a relationship with God should be consuming most of our time
a way to redeeming it in the year 2009
to trust in the Lord and not lean towards our own understanding
to redeem the time we have by doing that which He is commanding
Jesus the Christ gave His life so that we may live
and now unto Him our love and faith we should give
redeeming the time by reading and studying His Holy words
a daily devotional quiet time where only the Spirit is heard
to be a true disciple we must take the time
to be spiritually nourished in the year 2009
for you can't think worldly thoughts while doing what God requires
you need to acknowledge His authority and do as He desires
so hand over the keys to that vehicle which is your life
and trust in God to steer you through all the struggle and strife
it might not make much sense to you what the Lord God has planned
so don't going grabbing the steering wheel just hold onto His mighty hand
God knows what's best for you even if you don't agree
just adhere to the path He has set as it will lead to victory
God has given you so many blessings so keep Him always in the mix
and as long as He's in the equation there's no problem that He can't fix
so continue to sustain and maintain a right relationship with God
and keep Him first and foremost forever in your heart
believe in Him, receive from Him and have Him always on your mind
a way to redeeming the time in the year 2009
Realization
Fear is cancer’s preservative,
As Embalming fluid to the living.
And you, oh accuser,
Are fear’s embalming salesman.
You are a snake,
Paradox bound.
Wrapped around the rod that binds you,
Depraved.
Attempting to free itself from its own fault.
Deceiving and deluding all who come near,
Nothing but a false symbol of repose.
Biding its time until the sirens sound.
Grace
I don’t need to focus on death,
Studying it and its slow progression.
Its course is clear already,
But when death is circling close.
That is when redemption finally feels closer,
That’s when Jesus’s glory steps in.
It is a mighty rushing wind,
Quick and frightening
Ever so fierce to eradicate,
The sickness of chains ever going.
I want to be watching for that glory,
To set my boy free from this purgatory.
Resolution
So here we are,
The air is emptier without his laugh.
But yet our hearts are full,
Though, with a different drink.
Now this ride that I was on is now silent,
So we sit here in this new silence.
And long for the music to start again,
And for the disc to spin again.
Even if it means going round and round for years,
At least I would be moving.
And he would be laughing in heaven,
But in this space.
His silence is because he is drawing his breathe,
And now I know love.
Empty and full, all in one moment.
As I was sitting in the waiting room about to get the results from a biopsy I recently had
I was thinking how quickly life can change…it can go from good to bad.
I was feeling a little sorry for myself…a self-imposed gloom and doom
until I realized my urologist and an orthopedist shared the same waiting room.
I immediately stopped thinking about myself…social distanced…sitting there
when a young woman walked in on prosthetic legs followed by an old woman in a wheel chair.
Next through the door was an old man who gave my senses a shock.
His legs were swollen and purple and he could barely walk.
From these people obviously far worse off than me I quickly was exhumed
as my name was called and I was taken into my doctor’s waiting room.
Where sometimes I sat, sometimes I stood…other times I’d pace the floor
wondering what news was waiting for me on the other side of that door.
I tried not to think about it…tried thinking about my wife and my family instead
but waiting for that door to open…a host of tragic thoughts entered my head.
I read my book, looked at the doctors credentials…thinking his parents must be proud
when I noticed the faucet leaking…and wondered why it had to drip so loud.
As I was studying the map of the urinary system thinking I could use some Vodka or Vermouth
the waiting room door opened…it was my moment of truth.
I took a deep breath as I watched my doctor’s face…looking for a sign
and to be honest I don’t remember anything…after he said the word benign.
As I opened the door back into the waiting room I noticed a young man sitting there
It was obvious he had Cerebral Palsy and was confined to his wheel chair.
And I noticed all the people in that waiting room…the one my doctor shared
had someone who helped them through the door…someone in their life who cared.
And I thought about my wife and family who when they hear the news
will be sharing in my joy…but would have also shared my blues….
And how any happiness we feel is more joyous and any pain is much less sore
when we have people who love us…waiting…on the other side of the door.
Dear Darling Self whom I love with the love of the Lord,
Do remain:
Affectionately amiable
Blooming beauteously blest
Championing care midst compassion
Depending on God Who is dearest Defender…
Enabled to encourage with enthusiasm
Fervently fueled for faith-filled flight
Geared, guarded by God’s grace
Hoisted with His helping hand…
Instructed against ignorance
Joyously jubilant, midst jokes or jeers
Kindled with kindness, keenly knowledgeable
Love by the Lord’s loving liberality while learning…
Maximizing miracles of the Mighty Master midst His mercy
Nourished by His nurturing nature as in Him nestle
Optimizing opportunities to offer with optimism
Propelled along peace-propped prayer.
Quiet despite quirks that question quests
Restored, replenished by the Redeemer’s revival
Studying Scriptures, sharing His salvation-settlement
Triumphant through tests and trials toward thanksgiving
Upheld unwavering, uplifted by His understanding that’s unlimited…
Victoriously vigilant while vanity, valiantly vanquishing
Watched by the Almighty along your weakness
Xenial along X-factor while xenacious
Young at heart yon yehey and yay
Zealously zestful…
I love you, myself, but God* Who knows who you are ~~~ loves you most…
*Jeremiah 31:3 - The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.
March 8, 2025
1st place, "Self Love" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Karen Jones; judged on 3/10/2025
Dressed in spike shoes
And summer whites
He steps onto the manicured fairway
Heart in the game and focused
Toting proudly a new bag
With left-handed custom
Putters drivers and irons
Glistening in the sun
Studying every curvature of the lawn
He carefully analyzes distances
Sandy bunkers and water hazards
Pulling out the perfect driver
Defending his championship title
His tournament life on the line
Practicing the swing in his mind
Like he’s done a million times
Stepping up to the tee
A prayer under breath
Positioning the ball just so
There it is the perfect swing
In control of every motion
Everyone follows the flight of the ball
Towards the flag fluttering in the breeze
Kerplunk right in the victory cup
A hole in one !!
Crowd roars and there it is
The jubilant victory dance
And a kiss for that lucky driver
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.1~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2025, 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2026
Submitted on June 6, 2019 for contest DRIVER OF VICTORY sponsored by JULIA WARD - RANKED 2ND
Generation Z.(1997-2012) Blossom Monyei.
Our parents think we're fast asleep ??
But we're rocking
They think we're busy studying
We've got distractions.
We've got unlocked windows,
We're party sneakers.
Our parents instructions we despise
To our friends our ears listen and we obey.
The road less traveled is the one we aren't taking,
It's filled with hardwork, rules, studies, and lots of boringness.
But the path of vibing, fame, ENJOYMENT!! we all take
We mostly dream big without working,
We even lose our minds,
Despite all of these our heads are up straight,
Even though we're held by distractions, we watch our steps
We're not just rebels, we're revolutionaries
We're not just dreamers, but the ones that'll make it happen.
“Listen to our generation's voice,
We're not just roaming around for nothing, we're trying to survive.
In this world that's complex and often unkind”
This is Just a summary, original will be published soon.
Blossom Monyei