Testing sucks for both you and me
On that I think all can agree
Stuck in with nothing but a pen
Constantly wondering when will this test end
At first you may try to be right but it won't be long
Before your saying eh i could be wrong
The numbers of pi
Nor rads or degrees save me
They haunt my dreams
This life is full of challenges and tests ~
It's mere preparation for what's to follow
when our souls transcend into the butterflies
that they are meant to become in afterlife.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Love joins
Two hearts.
Swiftly
It starts.
Not found
In marts.
True love
Builds nests.
Endures
All tests.
Cares not
Protests.
8th place
IQ test has some serious flaws
one is blatant
the child is shown a caricature of a head
the examiner asks “what is missing?”
His body is missing
His car is missing
His phone is missing.
His freckles are missing.
The child is supposed to say his eyebrows are missing.
I give this test, and I often have to look up the correct answer on this one.
Other answers that seem a lot better are given no credit
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" taken from The Merchant of Venice, Act 3 Scene 1
bleeding scarlet by laceration
audibly amused through titillation
beautiful ladies diminish survival
launches second shoe in reprisal
Rest after trials and each test
Realize God in the training knows best.
So rest, rejoice and sleep with peace.
Let the Heart's Interpreter bring release.
Saviour Jesus, Father Spirit, Lord of all
Will keep you from a fall
And have the Love and Life's Music perfected for you!
So fear not weakness nor the tests to be true
Prize the Heavenly Kingdom's harmony of Joy
Give it first place to understand each girl or boy
Man or lady; smiling and discerning the right
Enjoying each day as sunny-bright!
The civilization of askers
Waits in the world of deciders
The queues tend to go faster
The lost need to find their finders
Any road needs an excavation
Some fenced pits of debris
What looks clean needs contamination
Regardless if some may disagree
I need to take my annual tests
Maybe I’ll get new prescriptions
I won’t mind to get more rest
Can’t give you a thorough description
How do I feel about this old day
In the world of deciders
The askers should know their place, they say
Maybe the web needs more spiders.
We all bathe here in the leaking fluid of the school's belly,
unconcerned by the world, because as far as we're concerned,
the only thing that matters are the results for a test.
Art is dying
because we are forced to hinder our creativity.
All we are left with when the seven hours are up
are impressions of our former selves.
Works of art that this world can change and indoctrinate.
Life implodes in the palm of my hand
because nothing is essential
or consequential
when you imprison it in a grade book.
I miss the days
when word and pictures would flow forth
and my mind was free to rest
instead of worrying when the day may come
that I would need to put the lock-down drills into practice.
Life tests us again and again,
until wisdom’s ingrained
and our darkened heart cleansed from stain,
that our soul be unchained.
Know that God dwells inside,
so blushing like a bride,
please enjoy life’s joy ride.
God jests ~
Life tests
mind goes blank
sudden forgetfulness
everything goes black
Come grief
it will come.
Kingdom come
on the run.
Come fires.
Come floods.
Come all that will be—
I’ve already won.
I will fall and falter.
But I learn and grow taller.
All that will come
makes me stronger and faster.
All that will be
ends up my victory.
I do not give up.
I get back on my feet.
Tests and trials ahead
we all get kicked down.
The smiles will come
and so will the frowns.
I get back up.
I believe I have won.
That’s why I stand now—
undefeated, among all that has come.
No one ever told me to enjoy my childhood.
No one ever forced me to enjoy my childhood.
They graciously let me study for my tests.
Tests that contain circles and an X here and there.
Paper that tells me that I’m not wasting my time, being a teacher’s pet.
Once in a while, the teacher would call me to her desk.
I would hesitate, because she knows.
She’s about to tell me that I didn’t make any friends this year. And that she was going to punish me for that.
She’s about to show me a list of the people that hate me. Of the people who gave up on being friends with me.
A failing grade.
I would eventually make my way to the front.
Taking even, steady steps, even as I feel wobbly.
A smile, and the words I’ve been hearing my whole school career.
But I’m frowning, because the bell rang, and recess is here.
Kids running around.
And around and around.
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.
flamingo is testing a toe today
we are racing to the water said cousin Ray
I did not relish being down by the bay
on the 4th of july, a truly busy tourist day
come on! he urged me. we can frolic and play
I did not want to go, yet, I did not want to stay
which flamingo is it? I asked my cousin Ray.
The pink one he said, come on Fay!
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