Bored With School
I became extremely bored with school,
At an early age.
I felt I was watched and scrutinized,
Unnecessarily.
AND...
I told my 5th grade teacher this.
AFTER given an assignment,
To write an essay...
Right there in the classroom.
I felt her hawkish eyes on me,
Like I was prey.
And she couldn't wait to see,
What I had written.
'Uh...
Mr. Pertillar?
Why are you looking out the window.
I've given all of you students an assignment.'
~I'm done.~
'That's impossible.'
~You've asked us to write an assignment...
And...
With an 'a' and a 'd' surrounding an 'n'
I said,
I was done! ~
'You are a fresh mouth little boy.
Bring to me your work.'
~And there are no spelling errors.
I check it.~
'Interesting.
Very 'adult' in expression.
But this is a 5th grade assignment.
And YOU are getting a 'C'.'
~A 'C'? ~
'Open your mouth again,
And it will become a 'D'.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My assignment is what every writer's assignment is: tell the truth of his own time.
quote by Leslie Fiedler
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Move Them From This Classroom
That assignment may be a little too harsh.
It's impractical to believe these children will succeed!
This is a 'Social Studies' class, Mrs. Worthington.
And as your principal...
I am demanding you keep to the curriculum,
And not challenge these students to uncover
Something that is unattainable!
This, I tell you, can not and will not be achieved!
'IF we are expecting these children to be leaders
Of a brighter tomorrow...
They must learn today to use all tools necessary,
To research from existing standards and values!
I do not think what I have presented is impossible! '
~NAME THREE PLACES WHERE TRUTH
IS OBSERVED BEING CONDUCTED~
You are expecting these children to re-invent the wheel!
We are only here to pass them from grade to grade...
HOPEFULLY with a little science and math under their belts!
You will teach basic studies OR you will find yourself,
Out of a job!
Is that clear, Mrs. Worthington?
That 'No Child Left Behind' business means just that!
Move them from this classroom...
To the next!
Understood?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Assignment Sequence
Hendin
The assignment the assignment okay
Not too loud now not too loud
The song is called the assignment
Talks about the lover's gap
Tha gap between lovers
Especially in marriage and other forms
Bouncing off your wall
Tha pathways of my mind
Are on their way
Another way for today
You want me to see you
Baby I cannot see you
You want me to come for you
I cannot come for you
Cos you wany an assignment
I see no concession
Sall I hang my head with yours and be blue
Send alway laughter and fun
Spend all my time thinking about you
Don't you know there are things I can't do for you
My mind is on its way
Another way for today
My spirit is so foreign
You want silence
My spirit id taking flight now
But baby you're in a mood
And you wanna cry tonight now
Shall I hang my head with yours and be blue
That's what you want me to do
Send away laughter and fun
Spend my time crying
Trying to please you
Oh don't you know
There are things I can't do for you
My mind is on its way
Another way now for today
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Fristaday
I received an assignment,
I didn't think I'd complete,
I was to be persistent,
Which in itself was a feat,
I was not too confident,
The deadline was hard to meet,
My work schedule's assessment,
Saw that there was no deceit,
I found a hidden week day,
It's something I can't explain,
I chose the name Fristaday,
For this day that is arcane,
It relieved me from dismay,
Due to the time I did gain,
Now I've finished my essay,
I fear the grade I'll obtain.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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The Last Sonnet
There are many challenges that I have seen
not many are as odd as this one is
to this challenge I am not very keen
I would much rather get a final quiz
The assignment is an anthology
so many poems to put into it
please Easton send me to biology
if someone sold one I would buy a kit
I say the worst part of this assignment
Is writing a original sonnet
This makes my brain go out of alignment
to not do it can I move to Monett
This, the last sonnet I will ever do
is now being enjoyed right now by you.
poem by Kaleb Christenberry
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Assignment Sequence
Hendin
The assignment the assignment okay
Not too loud now not too loud
The song is called the assignment
Talks about the lovers gap
Tha gap between lovers
Especially in marriage and other forms
Bouncing off your wall
Tha pathways of my mind
Are on their way
Another way for today
You want me to see you
Baby I cannot see you
You want me to come for you
I cannot come for you
Cos you wany an assignment
I see no concession
Sall I hang my head with yours and be blue
Send alway laughter and fun
Spend all my time thinking about you
Dont you know there are things I cant do for you
My mind is on its way
Another way for today
My spirit is so foreign
You want silence
My spirit Id taking flight now
But baby youre in a mood
And you wanna cry tonight now
Shall I hang my head with yours and be blue
Thats what you want me to do
Send away laughter and fun
Spend my time crying
Trying to please you
Oh dont you know
There are things I cant do for you
My mind is on its way
Another way now for today
song performed by by Nina Simone
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The Calling
God has a divine purpose for you
He has an assignment designed just for you
It is not hard to figure it out
All you have to do
Is think of what you enjoy doing
That brings joy to another
Always remember God
Will not have you do
Something where His praises are not due
This is the truth
All you have to do
Is refer to Psalms 148 149 150
To name a few
Which ever one you chose
Take your pick
God has a calling for you
Will you accept it
What will you do
When God beings you home
And He asks you
Why didn't you use
The gift the was for you
What will be your excuse
You have a calling
The time is now
People are counting on you
You know the ones'
Who's lives you are meant to touch
Do you hear that sound
It your assignment ringing
Answer it it's your calling
poem by Tameeka Smith
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All these things that enter your head are assignments. You write them up and then throw them out there and if someone wants to do it, your assignment is done.
quote by Martin Short
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The Blame Game
The mouse ate up my assignment
The snake ate up the mouse
The eagle ate up the snake and flew high above the heads
Inspiring and impetus
A hazy lapse
And the sky ate up the eagle
Then what?
The fumes ate up the sky
The fumes cultivated from our desires and greed
Outgrowing and blazing
Then what?
I ate up the fumes
Sedated and rejuvenated
All set to get back on track
A midnight lapse
And the assignment ate me up!
poem by Falky Flakes
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Let Me Open Up Our Love File (I Felt Magic In The Air)
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
for only the second time together
enjoying and being lost in rainy romantic weather
you stared here and there
while walking to metro station
but i looked at you as my final destination
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
all of sudden, you pointed something
quickly, for you,
i was ready to do anything
you asked for ice-cream
there I was living up my dream
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
dear, i can remember
your beautiful face expression
indirectly you said we look good in pair
and, i felt magic in the air
yeah...i felt magic in the air
yeah, yeah...yeah
i can remember
your beautiful face expression
indirectly you said we look good in pair
and, i felt magic in the air
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
your arrival caused a great excitement
in midway of tough chemistry assignment
i couldn't help my fluttering eyes
looking at you n your glittering red band
stepping ahead if an angel on my heart's land
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
all of sudden, you pointed something
quickly, for you,
i was ready to do anything
you asked why H2SO4 and NaOH reaction were a complete miss,
for help you came as closer, we had nearly a kiss
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
dear, i can remember
your beautiful face expression
indirectly you said we look good in pair
and, i felt magic in the air
yeah...i felt magic in the air
yeah, yeah...yeah
i can remember
your beautiful face expression
indirectly you said we look good in pair
and, i felt magic in the air
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
oh, oh.oh
yeah, yeah, oh yeah
i felt magic in the air,
magic in the air,
i felt magic in the air.
poem by Anuj Raj Singh
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Dissed
I am quiet
The clock is slow
The teacher talks fast
I inhale then exhale
I am anxious
The clock moves faster
The teacher is writing on the board
I inhale then exhale
I am excited
The bell is about to ring
The teacher gives the homework assignment
I inhale then exhale slowly
I am nervous
The bell has finally rung
I walk out of class heading in his direction
I can barely breathe now
I am brave
I wait for him to walk my way
He sees me, I open my mouth, but he walks in the opposite direction
I am left motionless
poem by Pamela Mote
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Vivid Clarity: These Steps I Take
It is the 'who' in me pursued.
Appearing as I do before you...
Without references!
Either those accepted or dismissed.
And depending on your beliefs...
I was 'somewhere' in the heavens,
And 'asked' for this existence.
Whether or not that is true,
I am going to do my best...
To ensure my presence has been felt.
Suggestions given may come after I ask.
I am not seeking charity,
From those on goodwill missions...
Out to prove they have been chosen,
To condition minds...
With a conformed environment as the agenda.
'Peace my brother!
Have you been introduced to the Lord? '
These steps I have taken,
Were made on scraped knees and bruised feet.
Faith, hope and confidence arrived...
To discover me in doubt.
I ain't there no 'mo!
Vivid is my clarity.
These steps I take...
Only God knows what it took to make them.
Yes...
I know the Lord.
If you knew Him you would not have asked me that.
Vivid is my clarity.
These steps I take...
Only God knows what it took to make them.
Yes...
I know the Lord.
If you knew Him you would not have asked me that.
However,
I can tell by your eyes,
This is a fresh discovery?
With a desire to share!
And, I have been there.
I was born to chew, digest and enjoy the scenery!
Not to be caught up and lost in it.
Or bleed dramatically in public.
Without sound of applause.
I use to be shocked...
By the lack of sincere empathy unseen.
Observe. Experience. Feel!
And leave behind appropriate recommendations.
That is my assignment.
Someone, somewhere...
Will eventually find themselves exploring life,
Oppose to hoping for clues to magically appear...
Out of thin air.
With vivid clarity,
Are those steps I take!
And I didn't just awaken.
I began chipping away at obstacles,
When it became apparent...
My tears would not dissolve them!
Observe. Experience. Feel!
And leave behind appropriate recommendations.
That is my assignment.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I just asked myself, what piece of that man's soul did he just chew off and swallow to get next week's assignment? You know, just to live, just to work as an artist, or to feed the family?
quote by Paul Haggis
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Invincible Companion
Sometimes, you feel possessed…,
You hear voice whisper verses to your ears,
You pick your pen and write.
Sometimes, you want to add your line,
But, the voice will say; ‘No, it is not that way,
Listen very attentively, and, write’.
Sometimes, you will add your own line, and the voice
Will say, “Fine, it is alright”…,
Sometimes, you write before you think,
Sometimes, you omit some lines, then, you will have to wait
Long-temporally to get them back.
Sometimes, you get just the sketch, it becomes
An assignment to complete….
Sometimes, you argue with the voice for days
Before you turn out a piece; you listen, you think,
You write, cancel, and rewrite.
Sometimes,
When you become,
You look at the piece, and, you say, what a beautiful
Verses 1 have written.
Then, you will look back and say,
I never wrote that, I am just a tool in the hands
Of supernatural conspirators,
I am been used to respond to events,
Sometimes…
©2001
poem by Akachukwu Chukwuemeka
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Other writers, producers, and directors of low-budget films would often put down the film they were making, saying it was just something to make money with. I never felt that. If I took the assignment, I'd give it my best shot.
quote by Roger Corman
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God Will Provide A Way Through Faith
God will provide a way through faith,
To all those who sincerely believe,
In the almighty name of Christ Jesus,
As His children we are destined to receive.
Life is full of tests,
Given and graded every day,
Not only by what you do,
Also by what we say.
Jesus is our teacher,
The outline is very clear,
Follow His program closely,
There’s never a reason for fear.
Report cards will be given,
The final grade is on Judgment Day,
There is no need for Cliff’s notes,
Teacher has clearly shown the way.
The dog ate my homework,
I left my journal on the bus,
These kind of lame excuses,
Will definitely not work for us.
God will not tolerate,
Anything but an “A”,
This is where the question comes,
Why do you think Jesus came?
The bible is not calculus,
No need to call a tutor on your cell,
Jesus is on the main line,
He wants everyone to do well.
With You all things are possible,
I can achieve anything,
There will never be an ending,
To joy and pleasure Your love can bring.
Even though I’m currently in the valley,
You're always by my side,
Psalm 23: 4, Yea, though I'm walking through,
You match me stride by stride.
Always believe and trust in Jesus,
Seeking Him with sincere faith,
Good things abound with plenty,
Through patience you must wait.
Eternal life is abundantly so much more,
Than all material things on earth,
Jesus suffered and died on the cross,
Through His death we experienced a new birth.
Homework is an assignment,
That’s being given everyday,
Be faithful in studying the word,
Stop letting the world get in your way.
When that final grade is given,
After you’ve completed your run,
All you want to hear Jesus say is,
Congratulations on a job well done.
poem by Luke Easter
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Is Regularity a Gift?
Asking me if I like to write...
Is like inviting someone to define,
The art of excrement done.
It is something one does.
From a 'Divine' assignment given.
Like the naturalness of breathing.
Is that regarded as a talent?
Could one decide upon another hobby?
To choose to hop on one leg?
Finding that walking on two,
Has bored!
Is regularity a gift?
And to sustain it with a prolificness.
Would this still be a question asked?
Would humans become closer...
If we were all praised,
For the passing of gas?
And how long would the praise of that done,
Last?
That's the question I would want answered.
If I was curious enough to ask.
Asking me if I like to write...
Is like inviting someone to define,
The art of excrement done.
Or if I find the craft of it satisfying!
And sometimes I am lost...
For which appropriate words to toss.
IF I am experiencing a constipation of thought.
And 'everyone' has had those 'Why-Me-God' moments.
Is regularity a gift?
Well,
I can only express it like this...
I have yet to be blown away by my own talents.
Sometimes they are there unconsiously.
And at other times I find I am straining,
For an easier release...
That does not arrive with such profound blockage.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A different type of homework
Being a science student I attended cookery class for only one term
(3 months) in Class 8th...This poem is a small contribution for the
Cookery Class when we had to make Cookies at home and take
them to school for checking/inspection :) I have tried to make it a
funny poem :)
I was given homework to do,
a good presentation I made.
Next day I showed it too,
and all my friends admired.
My teacher came to inspect it,
and she sniffed it like a puppy.
Then she took a small bite,
chewed it and looked happy.
She took another bigger piece,
munching away and smiling.
I watched not feeling nice,
seeing my homework disappearing.
Soon she had finished it all,
I stood with my mouth agape.
My homework seems vitamins full,
that a teacher ate it with a burp?
Normal marking of assignment is to make you pass,
What of tasting and then eating your homework?
Your marking is done like this in class!
in cookery class the teacher eats your work. :)
renukakkar 28.10.2011
Copyright@2011
poem by Renu Kakkar
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A Few Jokes Told While I Do It
It's difficult to get people up off of their knees.
Especially if they believe,
It is part of some kind of delivery process.
'Have you asked for another assignment? '
I asked for that the moment we arrived.
When I saw them rushing to do that...
Getting on their knees business,
I knew right then it would be too much of a challenge.
'Well...
What would you prefer to do? '
If it was up to me,
I would like to put my foot up some rear ends.
With an accepting softer touch.
You know...
A few jokes told while I do it!
To awaken them that way.
This sympathetic, empathetic stuff they desire,
With the patting on the back and the sobbing of the tears...
Is too much over the top for me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Secret Shopper
How can an evaluation be validated,
When it has not been delivered...
To invalidate the vapidity of the validity?
Or the qualifications of the authority in question!
'Well...
That 'should' be quite easy,
Since we have you on camera...
Drinking a gallon of orange juice,
In isle 20.
Helping yourself to a jar of cashews,
In isle 8.
And eating three tomatos,
From the salad stand...
Prior to bringing three apples,
To check out for payment!
For which you have written a bounced check! '
Oh!
Let me see if I can locate,
My 'secret shopper' identification.
Normally...
I am not treated with such rudeness!
And my report will also mention,
The lack of firmness in your tomatos!
I find 'that' appalling.
And don't think...
I will ask for this assignment again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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