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There was once a professor that sought
Humankind that were untaught
But decide to make-do
He'd forgotten how to
Remember what he was taught
He decided to drive
A pretty girl home and arrive
Safely, though they were kissing
it was awfully boring
At least he got her home alive
© Eve Roper 4/22/2015
*Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.
Albert Einstein 9 7 6 6 7 Limerick Form: A A B B A
A/7-10 B /5-7 Syllable count
*Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.
Albert Einstein 6 8 7 7 8
Contest Name: Famous Einstein Quotes
Sponsor: John Freeman
The light promises to fade
As the dark encompass do we try to see
There are doubts we cannot just shake
How shadows only tease for what could be
It is easy with the aid of light
Be it hard truths or comforting lies before our eyes
Harder as with the shade of night
Where once truth will cast doubt as with deceptive lies
And I embrace the dark that never mattered
It’s simply how the light no longer make sense
To be more torn than darkness catered
To finally see what light will never lend
How it strikes me hard yet as pure
The need for balance from learnings untaught
A one-sided path whether which only paves to endure
A life accepting and dismissing without thought
In darkness… the light is dead
Unable to see… we feel
Because the darkness will fade
To have light when we already knew
……………..
Song: Just a Wave by Yorina
Spreading happiness is the need of the hour;
Practising it requires so much of willpower.
Redressing others’ problems is always fine;
Empowering the weak at all times is a good sign.
Accepting people as they are should be your design;
Developing empathy for the poor is very divine.
Igniting an iota of inspiration is what people need;
Nurturing of these qualities makes one great in deed;
Guaranteed is the infinite joy, like this if you proceed.
Help the sick giving no scope to any inhibition;
Accept all, not troubling them with any admonition.
Pass on your knowledge to the untaught;
Pray for their welfare without any ill thought.
Impart values to the people for their better living;
Note that nothing is as great as forgiving.
Express your gratitude to the people who help you;
Surprise them with a compliment the way you knew;
Smile more, the whole world smiles with you.
Spreading Happiness Poetry Contest
Acrostic poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Date: 28-03-2023
Placed: 3rd
Growing up playing sports
I was raised to compete
Confront face to face
not hide and seek
it’s unsportsmanlike
to slyly sneak
If you haven’t played sport
that word may lack meaning
it teaches you to play fair
not behind backs meanly
Teaches you teamwork, you play with all sorts,
teaches you to lead and learn from faults
it teaches you it's not all about me, and of course
teaches lessons untaught too dorks
Makes you honest, fair and respectful
Makes you up front, letting know, so all equal
makes slander look pathetically deceitful
Those are ways of weak feeble people
Poems – rhyming or
Free verse – straightforward,
Which paint a picture
That make us laugh or cry,
That strike a chord within us!
Not ordinary! Not untaught
Or unlearned! None of those!
I used to think that others
Were on a higher plane,
That only abstractions,
(Words, ideas, strung together
In concepts a mystery to me,
Forming no connections
In my more linear mind),
Were “real”, “insightful”!
(Deep, obscure, and meaningful
Being one and the same)
While I, somehow more literal,
Must somehow be inferior
In intelligence or understanding!
But I’ve grown old enough to find
That all of us seek meaning differently,
That I, writing in clearer, plainer,
Less convoluted language,
Still can scale the heights and
Depths of understanding,
Still communicate in simple words
Which stir the heart and mind
And reflect a deeper meaning
For those who wish to see.
How deeply sung the inspired
remnants of the poet's fire,
the well being of love desired.
A bevy of words fraught
rising from the embers more distraught
love lessons untaught.
in the burning bleed of the aching heart
set deep in the feelings of emotional start
never to be expressed too smart.
The flames rise whipping the infatuated high
and physical temptations are but a lie
as lives passing in the by and by.
Tell me a different story
where the imagination finds greater glory
embracing the dream as quarry,
reality here within the settling acceptance
of love and its rejection
finds no peace in its resting.
I loved you, I'm sure I do
but quick it fades when untrue
and the loneliness remains subdued.
Arrived with intention!
It's all up to me
To believe that I see
Destiny
In me beyond to be
Creativity
Clarity
Clarifying triumphantly
Across seas above mountains created for me
Rise I say sensibly
Rise stand tall above the galaxy
Stand taller than the blowing above leaves trees
Flying bumble bees
Smoked puffed out factories
Above imaginary imagery
Rise boldly
Know the
Comprehensive functions slowly
Know the wisdom gathered paved the way see
Understand your hand holds to be
Dimension directly
Transmitting favor lines of tapestry
Could it be
You have found what it really means
Mastering man made technologies
Answers be flowing massively
Destructing mid tone under tones mediocrity
Let's be
Honest honored graded apparently
Top of the class was always meant for they
Bravo standing want to be's
Lying like they had your back gotta be
Seriously
Confused clown mask wanna be
Rising higher than them yes they must see
Destiny
Evolved from untaught morality
Shine on electricity
During across waves of electrical seas
This is to be
Time released prophecy
Written before creation was created by an all knowing super power entity!
I am a champion,
the thought and feel of it is real,the fact being indisputable and the reality pure,
with others,and in singular isolation victory over the misery of disrections is now,and future,
I am a champion because I have led myself and others to victories,
victories over the malvolent and lurid labors,
living,toiling,dreaming,and breathing within the parameters of a system foriegn
to my instincts, alien to this suture,
I am a champion along with others because I weep incredulity
at the untaught magnitude of a work ethic producing abject glories,
brought to my knees,my heart beats rife with pain,fear, & the mud of doubt,
brought to lunacy by the dispassion that consequence savors,
rising, and rising as emotions explode at the chance and moment for domination,
justification, to obliterate the obstacles,making room for stories,
awaking with dry pain in the eyes,nausea,dizziness,despair,
seeking simple reasons for motivation to go forth,
wishing quixotically for more sleep,
finishing the day feeling dumb,dull and brazen like a fenced horse
hungry for edification,rectification,seeing the great steppe with a risk too deep,
going on week after week with new sprains & strains on mind body & spirit,
always some mistake, cuts, bruises, burns & hyperextensions,
compulsively micromanaging,hyperanalysing, a manic finisher,
nothing will dissuade me from the thankless pursuits of daily perfections,
the anatagonists,the ones who sneer & discourage casually at the noble attempts
of the able champions trying to maximize efficiency,to excel,win,
raising that standard which the mediocre claim can't be improved,
I and others jeapordize our health,safety,sanity so to accomplish the impossible,
I receive no grand trophies,new contracts or publicity,
nobody takes my picture or delivers a prize,
there are no special tokens or passwords on the table,
we strive ferociously for the sake of victory,for the knowledge of limits,
this way setting greater goals & tests,
being testaments for others who climb,
do I want acclaim from Deity for my successes,distinction for my sacrafices, no,
I work hard for me and others to be sublime -
J.A.B.
In Central Park, a polar bear
Would swim and swim and swim;
At least twelve hours every day
Was not enough for him.
His name was Gus and at the zoo,
A therapist was sought
To see if this obsession
Could perhaps become untaught.
An animal behaviorist
To Central Park was lured
And he concluded, in the end,
That Gus was merely bored.
They gave him toys and hid his food
To occupy his mind
And slowly, he began to leave
His figure eights behind.
Still, tourists and New Yorkers both
All loved to visit Gus,
'Cause after all, he seemed to be
Neurotic, just like us.
But sad to say, Gus passed away;
His age was twenty-seven.
Perhaps he's doing backstrokes
Up where polar bears have heaven.
Each day the yellow school bus made its trek around the
country roads dotted on each side with pine thickets, fenced in pastures, garden spots, peach orchards and then stopping at neat, well-kept country homes. The denouement of the young teen girl who lived in one of those homes waited until today to speak.
late summer, new
teacher who taught math....
violated girls
Humiliation for seven months, five days a week, forty-five minutes a day. No math taught by this teacher. In fact, he probably could not teach the curriculum assigned to that level of study. He put his hands on one girl in that classroom in an inappropriate place. Then he talked about his brother-in-law who lived in another state. The class went untaught except in several areas; that it was okay for a person in authority to violate a member of the opposite sex, its okay not to fulfill one's responsibility on a job, its okay to talk negative about other people even if they are family.
girl
destroyed
forever
She survived. It sneaks into the crevices of her memory from time to time rearing its nasty head saying tell let the whole world know about this man who has long been dead. No, she is better than that, she is stronger than that, she sometimes has problems and knows it was this man who put a permanent hold upon her mind, will, and emotion..
the grave
his name engraved....
she spits