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?
In schools' time tables better stay,
In conversations have its way,
Of hope offers a genuine ray:
The sex act not a thing of play...
Children could themselves with sex slay,
For its sought chance fervently pray,
No longer for Fried-Rice filled tray;
Fried Rice thrash with fun far from gay...
In schools' time tables won't hatch fray;
Cases high who has gone astray:
Big tears at the end of some day;
Let true wisdom like the wind sway...
Sex Education to tell "stay"
To seminars not saying "Nay"
A bright morning later goes gray
It's been a reckless "Come, what may".
Some days are up, others are down
Little setbacks wear a big frown
Every ache or pain, magnified
Tingles and twinges our battle cries
Offered a plethora of seminars
Telling us 'bout how lucky we are
To benefit from sophisticated financial planning
~ Though we spend all our money on MRI scanning
Borborgymic and gurgling,
he tried to go a-burgling,
but when he snagged the diamond ring,
his eructations stole the day.
So now he watches seminars;
he's learning how to play guitar.
He even hums a couple bars,
stamps license plates for play.
The music teacher was thrilled to see the squirrel in the window.
Listening to Beethoven’s 5th, he was conducting high and low.
His little paws were moving in a way that showed he knew what to do.
He ended nside the house, living in a tiny house painted blue.
She took her protégé’ to concerts, festivals, and seminars galore.
Many other people wanted their own squirrels, like her pet, Samore.
He ended up conducting seventeen orchestras at Carnegie Hall.
With each production, his tail grew a little bit more tall.
All religions in the world preach the noblest morals
Show us live harmoniously without quarrels.
Constitutions of nations advocate ideal ways
Inculcate unity and fraternity always.
The pious scriptures, great preaching contained
Rights and duties, the manuals clearly explained
Ancient cultures are forever to be cherished
Their roots and origins shouldn’t be perished
Wars, never be the antidotes; take issues to discussions
Or else the whole race has to face the repercussions
Acknowledge that no race is superior to others
All have their own radiance and unseen covers
Self-centric, the only reason for all plights
Change mindsets and then think for the rights
Are we the sole owners of this soil?
To rebuild this pristine land, need to toil.
Summits and seminars may find out reasons and remedies
Let’s start! Be a part of the marathon to bring back the melodies.
Placed: 2nd
Your Peace Message to the World Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Date: 05-04-2022
In our country’s
calendar of events
September is replete with
pursuits worth enumerating
reminding me to bask in meaningful
involvements, optimizing God-granted strength
midst pressure, propelled by blissful functionality.
With well-being focus…
I learned that September 16-22
is Cerebral Palsy Awareness Week,
thus, my schedule seeks for appropriate
on-line seminars for the sake of our special child.
As to educational endeavours
Sports Heroes Day was celebrated
on the 10th, while all virtual classes for
Academic Year 2021-2022 did start last 13
along festivities like Family Thanksgiving Day.
Then birthdays and anniversaries
of loved ones radiate with greetings...
thus, fellowships abound, although compliance
to social distancing and health protocols is practiced.
Topping these all, September
commences Christmas celebration…
now, here am I preparing for my teaching
engagement, grateful to God for opportunities
to do* my life-building roles, with joy and diligence.
Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
September 17, 2021
I am at school day four
Enjoying online instruction.
Eye roll
It is not the presenter’s fault my eyes are bad.
Teeny tiny words I cannot see parade across the screen.
White ants to me on a gray background.
I have been listening to her for forty-three minutes.
She has given instructions on grading.
I grade nothing.
Instructions on taking attendance
which I also do not do.
This seminar was sadly the best fit for me.
We were mandated to choose three online seminars a day.
My camera does not work, my audio does not work.
This has been a bust.
White donkey had much love and heartfelt affection to give
His most special intergalactic friend was a cat named Liv.
Without any problem, Whitey and Liv agreed on everything,
Best of all, they discovered they both could sing.
Whitey would bray, and Liv would meow in the night.
They would cuddle up together, a glorious interracial sight.
They were the best of friends for twenty years or more.
Thirty even maybe, and this is truly no folklore.
There they go, Farmer Henry said to Louella, his corpulent wife.
I wish the other animals would show such a lack of strife.
Let’s have them give seminars to the others, out in the barn.
So Liv and Whitey did, and it worked like a charm.
The chickens and sheep began to lay with each other.
The puppy took a cow to be his adoptive mother.
The cow cuddled up with the rooster so thick.
The seminar by the two had truly done the trick!
Teachers work best when in seminars
Poets read verses in smokey bars
Chefs rock with a spoon
Plumbers show their moon
But Astronomers shoot for the stars!
January 5, 2019
I invite you all to a symposia, a series,
A bunch of events on uplifting the dreary
I encourage everyone to please convene
On how we might unravel the things between
What people do and what people say
And how their dismay is not on display
Through these seminars we will discover
How to help our sisters and brothers
Those who suffer silently in front of our faces
And desperately need a soothing oasis
Together we will learn how to assist
Those whose depression always persists
Will it Matter
Will it bring back a life?
limbs of youth that ran and embraced
to say,
it mattered?
Trayvon Martin
Can we move our hands without being
seen as an armed attacker
ready to start the revolution?
Stephon Clark
Can we smoke a cigarette in our own car
and not be sentenced to death
by hanging on a Texas morning?
Sandra Bland
As citizens, can we be treated humanely
and not picked up like cargo
with our fragile spines snapped
Freddie Gray
Can we take away the sudden thinking
“ aggressive savages, kill them, quick?”
the trigger nimble finger firing from fear
the shoot to kill aim
by words, rallies, shouts and seminars?
16 lives 2014, 2015
Will any thing we do or say, matter
when a loved one is dead?
3/25/18
What is this fell beast, whose image swarms within my head?
An interloper, psychopomp, who gazes with the dead?
Swarming visions of the dark, Shades advance through Asphodel,
Silently shambling with minds dulled, no more secrets left to tell.
What can we look for in the light of tainted stars?
Looking for enlightened signs of blessed seminars
when there is nothing in this darkened sky to love us.
Gazing at the eternal cold expanse above us
and realizing, once more, with awe and dread,
the insignificance of everything that's bred.
With existential certainty on the long road ashore,
and nihilistic impulses screaming yet for more,
the road we walk can seem an endless nightmare.
but fear not, for fear has died
die gently, having never cried
see the world for what it was
embrace the world for what it is
Time and tide, shifting sands in the hourglass of time
swift approaching that climactic final climb.
Transcendental thoughts disorganize into the void that is eternity
and find peace in the emptiness of our existence.
Written by Gail DeBole on October 16, 2014
Updated on October 21, 2014
Note: All unscheduled times are for unplanned miracles.
Monday – 1:00 a.m. - Protect William so that he survives a tragic car accident.
10:00 a.m. - Greet new arrivals to heaven with orientation and tour.
Tuesday – 11:00 a.m.
Attend the funeral of Janet to guide her spirit.
Wed. – 3:00 p.m. – Guide Arthur out of a coma.
4:00 p.m. and on - Help trapped families escape a flood.
Thurs. – 5:50 a.m. - Put the idea for this poem inside Gail's head.
7:00 a.m. - Get wings manicured and halo adjusted.
8:00 a.m. - Look for a more comfortable white puffy cloud to live on.
9:00 a.m. - Attend team meeting with other Angels.
4:00 p.m. - Attend Celestial Happenings meeting.
(Group for Angels to share experiences.)
Weekend Mornings - Attend half-day seminars. Presenter: God
Sing a different song
The neighborhood rotting by day
Air not fresh like was years back
Green nature gone and not to cattle’s belly
That’s why I will sing a different song
The young no longer stands for the old
Fumes oozing from nostrils is their norm
Ladies nakedness now a stripping business daily
That’s why I will sing a different song
The leaders need new memos not written speeches
They read maybe they too don’t understand anymore
Money cant buy character maybe seminars will do
That’s why I will sing a different song
My learned pals are gone to white man’s palace
Their wealth and education, now a waste to society
Scared they will be reaped apart by the hungry society
That’s why I will sing a different song
The northern region, the NGOs hub growing
Dying, hungry and fighting each other
Someone should preach peace louder than the aid
That’s why I will sing a different song
Its been said before but wonder who listened
This I press again, the walls not yet full
Your space still empty for all have to unite
Lets fight the dragons and sing a different song
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