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848 My Life Path #8: My School Life

848.
My Life Path #8: My School Life

In Carmecita, I had my Preparatory
In SFACS & DCS, I had my Elementary
In OLSI, I had my Secondary
In UP, I had my Tertiary

In 2010, I was a teacher in Fermat Academy
In 2010-2016, I was a teacher in Capiz State University
In 2019-2020, I was a teacher in OLSI
In 2022, I was a teacher in Assumption School-Passi City.

-04/08/2022
(Dumarao)
*Black Saturday

Premium Member Letter To Me

    Addressing me,  Dear Dear, My Dear !
    How could I wonder, what you are?
    Simple an advice , can you hear ?
    Take care of yourself :  Am I clear ?

     Lesson in preparatory :
      Serve others , it's mandatory
     to place in top category 
     and throughout life to carry.
 
     Have courage to act righteous 
     with selflessness ! Oblivious.
     Keep fit yourself to help others.
     Lend helping hand to sufferers.

      Self confidence is your pivot 
      Dynamism is your pilot.
      Honesty is sail of your boat
      Take bricks of truth to build your fort.
      
      Already you have reached last phase 
      Now to leave all whims and craze,
       as death is stepping to erase
       your involvements and golden days.

Premium Member All said and done

All said and done 
Nigeria is the giant of Africa 
Though currently lost in a maze of confusion
The giant is on a journey of self-realization
The journey of self discovery 
Shedding its skin of criminal enterprise
Preparatory to launching 
into orbit of true colossus 
That destiny has thrust upon her
Rapists currently taking advantage 
Of her lust for inanity
Be warned and retrace your steps
For calamity awaits every partaker 
In her current misadventures 
For the sleeping giant is at the dawn of its wakefulness


Premium Member Go With the Flow

The last emperor, February chill, 
Provokes nostalgic lust for summer heat -
My cool companion, Snowman, bittersweet - 
I'll melt in hot embrace, he never will.

One vibrant life with season rapid flow, 
No time for a preparatory draft, 
Recapture every brush of nature's craft - 
And frolic in the sun and in the snow.  

March 2, 2023

Premium Member We Ought To

We 

ought to see the hurdles we find on our way towards the

realization of one's self
 
as 

preparatory tests which determine the degree of our fitness 

to 

achieve the goals that have been set for us 

by

the divine Will !







© Demetrios Trifiatis
      09 March 2019

Premium Member Violets In Spring

VIOLETS IN SPRING

Violets in funereal sleep,
bonnie beneath Winter’s crust.
Breathless debutantes,
preparatory young virgins,
putting on pretty purple petals.

Virtuous violets gracefully glide
through the rich soil,
burgeoning intoxication,
the world’s first tantalizing taste
of their demure debutante smiles.


Kim Rodrigues © 2017


Preparatory School

The earth we live in
is a preparatory school
it’s a kindergarten
every human with a slate
to learn the basics of existence
and to mature according to plan
all must sit for promotional tests
only those who pass well
climb the ladder of excellence
failures do not repeat class
they do not remain in society
but are exiled forever
in super-limbo

Physiology of the Honey-Moon Night

Lying side by side
In the heart of a cold night
Just me and you
Nobody else…

(Preparatory phase begins)

Winter sensation sets in
Sensational reflex blends in
Slender limbs make slimy moves
Little finger touches set the pace
Body chemistry changes control

(Excitatory phase begins)

Electric signals are sent
Heart rate ascends
Blood flow transcends
Tingling sensations received
Body waves retrieved
And a spike potential achieved

(Take off phase begins)

Eyes lock while lips contact
Arms encircle to attach warm embrace
Emotions interlace
Action potential ignites
Higher center shuts down
Then a journey begins
To the garden of unending feels

Glorious Twilight

GLORIOUS TWILIGHT


G reat escape from the mundane, humdrum affairs 
L ying on the sea-shore savoring pleasant twilight 
O pium to the eyes, more it craves to witness this delight 
R ecedes the Golden globe behind the horizon out of sight
I nstilling a fresh hope that there will be a new rise soon 
O ptimism that as dark phase fades, it heralds a new boon    
U ndeterred to face challenges, this is a preparatory phase
S plendiferous message to stay brave, to act and not laze 

T hreshold between life’s dawn and dusk it depicts
W aves the gentle sea breeze to the retreating birds 
I nviting them the next morning to play new games 
L eaving to the night to swallow the pent-up feel 
I nvoking peace in mind that rejuvenates our souls 
G leam of yellow, crimson and scarlet red as they scatter
H arbinger of healing touch and love it will usher in    
T o each one who after every fall learns to get up and win!



 Date: 24th September 2016

Breakfast At Home

BREAKFAST  AT  HOME



Familiar sounds  from the kitchen  -
Preparatory squeak of cupboard door,
Businesslike clank of pan on stove, water splashing from taps,
Promising chink of plates and cups, rattle of knives and forks,  
Smell of tea brewing and flame-done toast,
Crackle of eggs frying, sizzle of bacon.

Come Out Swinging

The field is full and the crowd is primed
Scream and cries rent the air electric
The mood is part sacrifice part slaughter
The smell of ritual repentance hangs heavy
Defeat floats around caressing the fringes
The bell clangs in preparatory adjudication
Sweet science of massacre in full flight
Adrenaline rivers rush and over flow
Bursting dams of timid cowardice
Fear grips tight in vicious vice
Blood tastes tease molars and pallets
Blood drops singe hearts like bullets
The countdown is on and Cain is raised
The frenzy is now full bedlam chaos
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Seconds to go round 1!
Second to go round 1!
Repeats like a terrible echo
Leaden legs attempt to loosen
Arm raised with sinewy determination
Sweat drips in torrid anticipation
Months of welcoming hills and hell
Welcoming torture and torment
Welcoming bruises and bunion
Lift ! Jab ! Weave ! Hurl ! 
Do not drop ! Do not drop !
Just come out swinging
With everything little thing you’ve got !

Jeremy Street

Having grown up with Sarah Seraphin and, Tristen Temple
Toddlers at Saint Nicks preparatory praetorian school of fine arts
Precocious, their quasi's trice musketeers quid pro quo ? His prodigies.

Time

Eternity is endless, but time is measured by a “beginning” and an “end”
But from the beginning of creation, male and female made he them
Historical parenthesis within eternity the flow of time
Preparatory, Fulfillment, Consummation three distinct phases of time
Time, the historical framework in which things happen, yours and mine
Creation, Regeneration, Redemption, the nature of time
Soothing wounds of the heart, body healing accommodation of time
Time was given for our "benefit
Don’t look at oneself as timeless misfits
Our real home is in the heavenlies, "outside of time
Make haste all ye men it’s Yah’s time, seek refuge this present time
From events and occurrences shadows of what to come end –of- time

©Copyright November 16, 2013 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

Philosophies of Love

Love...
The complexity of it all
Never a stranger
To stranger ways

Yet, in flux
What shall I do
But, enter into unknown realms
Lost beyond, where all rationality goes

And, what of the life lines
Should they never fetch me back
Nor if they could
Would I then, embrace them yet

Bu, prefer to drown
Within her arms
Amidst, the passions of a heart

And address to all...
who have partaken of this fruit
Sweetest nectars off the vine
Counsel, against all hopes of diets change
To quell desires of the appetites

A universe of benevolence
Beatitudes within this
The seasons of...
Love's preparatory bliss

To also caution...
Upon discovery of fresher science
Which only seeks to explain
But, become a master of the study
Worshiping her undue complexities

And revel in this catalyst
Of newer discoveries
Unto one’s self

Becoming like an innocence
Within her presence
And always there...
Destined to be and remain

A Hickie On My Brain


A Hickie On My Brain
by Rick Rucker

A hickie marks your territory,
A step often preparatory

To becoming a couple true,
Finding One to live with you

Throughout all your days
Across the Heavens, you will Blaze

Your loving names will never be forgotten,
The Apple of Love you ate won't be rotten!

I know these things, for I have won,
The Journey has thus begun.

My Lover has hit me like a train,
And left a Hickie on my Brain!

Now she says that she will start,
To mark every other part!

I told her not to worry about every other part,
For she has already covered my Willing Heart!

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