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Ozian Studies

Not too very far from here,
a balloon rose to the stratosphere.
She could see all around -
her disappearing little town.
Beside her, a small dog yapped,
wondering if her mind had snapped.
She'd recreate the voyage Dorothy took.
Why, she'd be famous and write a book!
I wonder if you would agree,
that's an unusual way to get a PhD.

Banned Book Club VIII -Psychedelia studies

To be truly, fully present
Of consciousness and
answering why we are here,
These studies are a promising field of research
Yet by powerful backlash
research has halted
For severe depression and PTSD
Universities use micro-doses of psylocibin
Derived from mushrooms
It lowers stress and doesn’t
cause hallucinations
Follow up studies show dramatic improvement
of conditions not previously responsive
to conventional medications and therapies
This chemical is still widely banned
Except for a few controlled studies
Underway at accredited, renowned medical
and psychiatric departments
at major universities
When popular conventional 
therapies prove ineffective
the 60’s and 70’s proved a fertile ground
for those seeking help
New age treatment called Primal Therapy,
When religious cults such as love Guru’s
Hare`Krishna mantras, Buddhist chants 
of Nam-Myoho-renge-kio or being shakabukued
or Hollywood fix its— for anxiety’s
mental illness failed, 
Came the psychotherapists
and the latest Primal Scream Therapy
new and experimental, so-called Hollywood therapists 
took it to levels unimaginable and a bit too far
and should have never been licensed!

Regrets

Good neighbors, sweet friends, Can you forgive me?

In long, still and creeping hours of study,
I can be stern and inaccessible.

My studies tax me to basest function,
resting, weight-like, on my wretched shoulders.
I, too-weary, ebb and at times, tend to
spare few feelings and gall, as if licensed.

Sometimes I go, unwillingly to class,
a melancholy lass. Please, if we talk,
speak gently. I labor under command,
and you may not be answered with reason.

Hereby hangs the tale, ladies just and fair.
Sleep, that dark medicine, has restored me,
my sanity and my better judgment.
Patiently receive my apology
and recall our many fun adventures.

Factoring

There’s a feeling called
the drifting force
that makes you want
to shift your course
and find a better vector
on boring study nights.

They’re so many things
a girl starts missing,
like hugging, dancing
and oh, yes kissing,
when she lets a dry syllabus
control her life.

After several hours
of intensive reading,
your intuition is that
what you’re needing,
is something we’ll
politely call ‘delights’.

But you make the almost
painful choice
and factor out your inner voice
and you pick up yet another book
and not a boy,
because, you see - it’s really
a necessity, not a choice.

Neglected

I’m sporting this new lipstick
it won’t fade, smudge or smear
I’ll be lucky if it wears off this year.

I’ve got this new eyeliner that’s like
a luxurious, glittering, penciled tattoo
Leong asked, “How do you get it off you?”

I unpacked these chemical wonders
to see if they’ve lost their luster
by being neglected since last summer.

When you study too much, you feel pent-up,
so my compadres and I chose to get dolled-up,
rolling-up to dinner, like beauty queens on parade,
and not just sophomore scrubs trying to make the grade.
.
.
Webster: compadre: a close friend or buddy

Pre-Seasoning

We’re no strangers to perceptible sacrifice
so, we’ve put all flavors of fun on ice.
Einsteining overnight - alone - is
about as exciting as a windows phone.

But I’ve been-to-the-show as a pinckney,
and in my years of parental-stalking analyses
the juice is definitely worth the squeeze.

Soon holiday parties will be made gold 
by candlelight and champagne cold.
We’ll decorate with reds and greens 
and surrounding ourselves with tinseled things 
we’ll sing songs of angels and newborn kings.

But not just yet, no, not now - now tis the *pre-seasoning* -
a time of unrest, stress and testing - and God help 
you if they’re not impressed with your reasoning.
.
.
slang…
einsteining = studying for exams
been-to-the-show = seen things
pinckney = a child
the juice is worth the squeeze = the reward is worth the work

Daydreaming

Somedays I feel like crazy,
The world seems unhealthy.
My day seems boring,
And I don't know what to think.
I look out of my window,
To find trees and people I didn't know.

Daydreaming seemed to be my best hobby,
Dreaming of what if I was a barbie.
But then reality seem to slowly confront,
As I open my eyes, to find my homework still undone.
I grab my pen and rush over,
When will my studies be done, ohh dear!

15/6/2022

Lets Do Character Studies

Let’s do character studies she said. 
I had no idea what she meant.
Her mouth was thin and mean-looking when she suggested it.
I feel she is wound so tight; her springs might break.
I imagine them pinging around the room like bullets.

She is the oddest writing teacher I have ever had.
She gives us total freedom.
Some of us cannot deal with this.
We run up to her desk to demand more direction.
She smells like old fruit juicy toilet water and she has a turkey neck.
What is a character study? I ask her. I do not understand.

She refuses to answer.
The worst teacher in the entire world.
I am slipping from annoyed with her to hating her.
I look up and she catches me with her snake-like eyes.
She is my kryptonite.

New Story Posted - Creeping Studies

The poetry section has a crazy short limit on characters so my piece had to be posted as a short story.

https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/creeping_studies_9422

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Post-Man

In my psycology class we looked at some recent studies on how the pandemic has changed people. Apparently there’s a new breed of post-pandemic man. This new strain is more grown up, well-rounded and getting more sleep. They’ve experienced intellectual growth in lock-down, they’ve taken up hobbies and gained in self confidence. It seems they’re looking less for sex and more for long-term stability and partnership in relationships.

I’m hoping they’ll be easy to identify - maybe they’ll wear those old punk DEVO hats or Billy Porter dresses to set themselves apart. I really want to see one of these new overlords. I hope they’re not skittish.

Social-Studies

Beware of the interloper

A virus in a box

A jug

A bowl

A mug.

Life Studies In Focus

isolated
 conduits 
   of frontal forms 

poses portrayed
      figurative 
          fantasies
              finessed

obsessed introspectives
intense
         expressive lines
    in focussed reflections
 silhouetted studies 
              fleshed out

 sensual depictions
  
       emphasised 
in
precocious
pictorial perceptions

Subjects of Studies

It’s bitter

Negative 
In Sociology 

Both bitter and sweet

Positive and negative 
In physics

Sweet now

Positive 
In Biology

Systematic Studies

the chump!
if it causes doubt
shouldn't we eliminate the
possibility of doubt?
than all who look to me 
shall stand in the presences of
something assured and without doubt?
who shall answer the call: to stand amidst the farro and be fallin
among the dust.
in defeat from the better man.
might I wear the crown before you
to make you realize I am best?
Must I walk the aisle alone
and stand before you
so that you might understand
what needs to be understood.
don't interrupt me!
my thoughts are focused upon your destruction:
my mind is fixed to see success.
your foolish words hinder the thought pattern
and must be silenced!

the champ!

I talked to Brimpe Doleagugio in while
I was in the Ole country: he told
me they chanted" anyone but you"
when they introduced his opponent. He valued the feedback, but
it disrupted his thoughts,"
I looked at Brimpe, and turned my head,
and when I did
Dolileango slapped him silly!
do you know why?
I'll tell you why: it aint always
about you Brimpe
sometimes what the people are saying is
what the people know to be true.
This go round they spoke me as champion.
cause they know I'm the best in the world!

Studies At the Station

I sometimes sit
At the train station
And watch the people

Go by. They sweep past
Hurriedly, filling the quiet
Of my thoughts

With bustling energy.
Then a little one’s head
Will turn, inquisitive

Eyes questing to know more about
This curious lady in
Her red felt hat,

And for that moment,
The swirling hordes pause
And the world takes

Notice. Before his mother pulls
Gently on his hand,
Before she admonishes him

Not to stare—
I meet his eyes with a
Smile, in vain effort

To tell him that
I understand. We are both
Students of the world.

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