It was the cool of the night of January 15, 1966
This was the night that changed the trajectory of
a young nation Nigeria
While the 5 majors were striking, Brigadier Maimalari
was celebrating his marriage.
The majors struck terror into the jars
Who struck a tale of terror and of wages
It was the cool of the night
That Nigeria got its first blight
Ever since Nigeria has not been the same.
This is the 60th anniversary of the 1st military
Coup in Nigeria.
(Written on the 15th of January, 2026)
Intelligent answers
Come from intelligent
Question
Might I mention
That's an undisputed
Claim
One is one
Unless divided
That's the way it
Is ain't no time
For foolish games
Do wop auh we-we
It calculated
Worry about the
Whole part
Stop worrying
Bout me
Down to the wire
Down to the last
Minute ah champion
Proud and tall
A man
For ah World to see
Do my best go out there
And exploit the tension
Science majors, and grapplers
Compliment me
Hold my trophy high
For the world
To see
Excited bout the night
I defend my title
Boo's and jeers greet me
But there is some who
Appreaces championship
Quality
Theres a lot of fans cheering
For me
His wealth and notarity
Talents line up
Too face me
Got that rizz
Something about me
Ya'll come down and see me
I'll do my
Ooh
Do my
Auh she muh golly ooh
Do my
Ooh do wop ooh auh
Do my
Auh she muh gallie
Muh dew
They looked like four suitcases
the dormitories near campus
as I drove north on I-35 to Ames
going back for sophomore year.
They glistened under the late
afternoon sun and spoke to me
in a moment of sorrow and joy.
Come back, come back—
this is your time and place.
I had stumbled freshman year
suffered a break-up
changed majors and bore
depression, all on a rough
path of discovery to find
who I truly was.
The tires of my mom’s Mustang
sang, and most of my journey
there was already behind me
as I grasped the steering wheel.
The car moved ahead
along a fine ribbon
of concrete.
The vision welcomed me.
I looked past fields
as landscape rested
and past a grove of trees.
I took a deep breath
as I looked at The Towers.
Although summer passed
with a whisper, my year
had just begun.
put me in the minor leagues
I would not know what do with all that money from the majors
I do not seek the Yankees or the Cubs
I am not a party animal, do not fancy myself a celebrity
Do not need a mansion or my own airplane
The minor leagues is fine
Can you hit a ball? The scout asks.
Not sure. I have never tried.
Can you hear the music of the night
Softly it plays its melody,
Whistling a tune so soft and sweet
It is a cure from your remedy.
Frogs and toads lend their throat
To the wind that rushes through the trees,
Softly playing its majors and sharps
Upon leaves, branches and the seas.
Somewhere in the distant wild
A bird chirps in, its harmony
Then foxes paws smartly add
A clawing to the muffled colony.
Song of night with words profound
Unheard by any human ear,
If in harmony with nature are you,
You’ll hear the verses sweetly cheer.
The very next time, when you hear a song,
Whether it’s short, or whether it’s long.
Take a deep breath, listen to each word,
And embrace the message, in which you have heard.
Picture the sounds, each note is a colour,
The majors and minors, make the imagination fuller.
Let yourself go, into your imagination pool,
Connect yourself, your brain is your tool.
See music as light, with happy vibrant shades,
That both you, your brain, and the artist has made.
Imagine you’re in, the story being told,
The warmest orange, and the blues so cold.
Close your eyes, and let yourself go,
Dance like no one watches, and go with the flow.
You’ll see a new light, to the music you heard,
The spectrum will open, you’ll be reassured.
Classes started up again today. Soon, we’ll be gloriously stressed, and clocked-up on whatever. Our hearts will swell to the pre-med symphony - a frantic opus, composed in the key of no sleep.
In seminars for rising pre-med seniors, (What's needed to get that med-school slot!), it’s obvious that 60% of the students who started out with us, on this track, are gone - left for other majors. “I wasn’t happy, it was too much,” they said.
I feel a pang when I hear that undergrads we’ve shared a trench with have switched their major to basket weaving (‘political science’), TikTok (computer science) or Phys-Ed.
I envy those defectors, I pity those defectors, I envy.. Wait, aren’t deserters supposed to be, well, you know.
Meanwhile, the rest of us, the stubborn few, cling to the dream. It’s a waking dream, for caffeinated zombies, obsessive-compulsive workaholics and maladjusted wonks who neglect personal needs, relationships and in some cases personal hygiene (not me, of course) in favor of a goal.
Maybe there’s something wrong with us?
she is the music
that my whole body sings
like an orchestra
conducted by desire
the symphony of pleasure
in two majors
Dangling hair, girls twirl, drum majors,
Baseball turned cap boys, screenagers,
Gum chew boys, girls curls, tweenagers,
Just teenagers, just teenagers.
Pixie sticks tootsie rolls swallows,
Gummy bears m & m's follows,
Reeses cups hershey bars hollows,
Tidbits mellows, tidbits mellows.
Marshmallow pillow stuffing jams,
Strawberries dribble squishing rams,
Peach clings and lemon rings swim crams,
Dollops mouth slams dollops mouth slams.
Dressed up, lollipop, a cutesome,
Suit, tie, flowers guy, a twosome,
Hoodies, both moody, don't getsome,
Great into some, great into some.
MAJOR in giving
Minor in receiving
MAJOR in listening
Minor in speaking
MAJOR in conversation
Minor in dictation
MAJOR in discussing
Minor in debating
MAJOR in loving others
Minor in being loved by others
MAJOR in things over which you control
Minor in things over which you have no control
MAJOR in being human
Minor in being neither more nor less than human
"Turning"
Turning
towards the beginning
at the tip of the tail end,
we push forward through
the tunnel screaming
through the pain bathed
in water and blood,
annnointed and slapped
rudely awake by the details,
in the hand we are shuffled,
chords are cut like ties that bind,
we are separated from the chaff,
we are called by name, numbered
and tagged for the game, then
the measure of us, weighed
and registered, certified
in deeds like paper weights,
the double majors abruptly
change to bugger alls,
it’s all about the
words spoken
and heard
another story
borne
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Marymount University is saying farewell to some storied majors
including Art, English, Philosophy, Theology - and Math
Artists will starve or survive, and Writers on AI can thrive
Philosophy's rigors are lost on the West today
Theology to moderns hasn't overmuch to say...
But Mathematics?! - the basis for physics
not to mention ALL of computing
~ For her restoration, I am assuredly rooting!
*Image of The Diva by Pixabay.
Italian Sonnet Free Style: The Diva
A day of miracles descended and
she doth speaketh and clearly, she seeing
not heard yet, her awkward lips shift, being
the woman we all know too well, Suzanne.
By the way, tis spelt clearly with two n's
and not one, woman, and now that Gawds gift
has unwrapped herself, when is my facelift,
dear boy, gentlemen, my benefit, friends!
Cancel the lift, no time for majors. Let's
not keep the boys waiting, speaking of, you
did make dinner reservations, no sweats
my sweet Suzanne, and I'll arrange to cue
the driver with the right directions, Gets
started, ta' ta' my darlings! --Oy vey! Phew!
2022 August 17
Moses Fleetwood
Him and his brother first African American
To play in Major League Baseball
Rejected by the white citizens and players
Wanted to play continual for the Majors
Left and played for the minor leagues
Opened later an Opera House and started a newspaper
Moses Fleetwood Walker headstone on his grave read
“First Black Major League Baseball player in U.S.A.
Walker
6/15/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
I watch you collect the bedding for your little house.
I watch you jump up and down when thieves lurk about.
Collecting the down and flitting away.
Wait a few minutes and you’re back on this day.
I watch you running and hanging on the thinnest of branch.
Collecting food for your children in your little house.
Singing little songs and working in pairs.
It’s a pure joy to see Parus majors in our garden treating our home as if it were theirs.
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