My Feverish Brow
Restless, angry with myself, doing stupid things
while waiting for the French exam, so excited to
write a real exam at last and what do I do with
this chance - grow tense and confused, cannot
concentrate to revise again, telling myself this is
bad behaviour does not help, feet freezing in the
icy air-con which cools my feverish brow, the long
wait leads to a tension headache and I wish that
I could calm down, wish I could feel better and
study with more self-confidence…
Wednesday 28 November 2012
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Music Exam
I sit outside the exam room, waiting, patiently, for my turn;
Anxiety has, long since, set in, and my stomach is all a-churn.
These music exams, have always been really rather formal,
So, I guess, to get this nervous, is just completely normal.
I enter the exam room, and, having warmed up, I start,
But, all too soon, things, very slightly, begin to fall apart.
For this moment, in my life, I have, relentlessly, rehearsed;
Of the times, I’ve played this piece; this is, by far, the worst.
I’m unable to stop my two hands from, literally, shaking,
And I’m feeling annoyed at the mistakes, I’m now making.
At home, I’ve played this piece, hundreds of times before,
But my fingers just don’t seem to want to work any more.
At my mistakes, I’m now feeling really rather frustrated,
And deep inside, my spirit is now, somewhat, deflated.
At home, feeling relaxed, I played these pieces just fine;
Now my fingers, no longer feel as though they are even mine.
Next up, the examiner asks me to play some scales and chords;
To make too many errors, in this section, I can very ill afford.
But, I hardly falter, and I get all of them, pretty much, right;
I feel extremely relieved, and the end of the exam is in sight.
Finally, I’m presented with a short piece of sight reading;
‘Nothing too difficult’ – in my mind, I’m, silently, pleading.
The examiner thanks me for coming, and I am now free to go.
How well I did, I now have to wait a few more weeks, to know.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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human Prayer
God please help me to pass
my exam;
please help me to clear
my arrears;
please help me to do
my masters;
please help me to get
my Best job;
please help me to get
my promotion (high pay):
please help me to get
my smart life partner;
please help me to give birth to
intelligent, smart kid;
please help me to get admission
in Best school;
................
God please help my kid to pass
his Exam...
we never stop asking..
we never wait for HIM..
we never be satisified with what we have...
Lets try to be more happy with what we have got already from HIM.
poem by Annie Juliet
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Cambridge Exam
Cambridge exam is too hard,
Why study science but not art,
Working too much like retard,
Wanna tear the handouts apart,
Skipping lectures cause they s**k,
Falling asleep my eyes shut,
Slacking a lot from the start,
Having no choice but work smart,
Without solutions I am stuck,
Singaporeans love to mug,
They think fail is 2nd upper class,
No more london roasted duck,
Miss playing soccer at the park,
My Xbox is collecting dust,
Hope my motivation will last,
Library camping is a must,
Accidentally there I fart,
It smells like rotten apple tart,
Day by day I go nuts,
Like zombie with no soul & heart,
I feel emo I need a hug,
Take a cab to exam not a bus,
Wishing you guys all good luck,
Geoffrey doesn't study much,
For me I just aim to pass,
Getting a third you are f**ked.
poem by Terrence Phang Ying Choy
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What You Waiting For?
What an amazing time.
What a family.
How did the years go by?
Now it's only me
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Like a cat in heat stuck in a moving car
A scary conversation, shut my eyes, can't find the brake
What if they say that your a climber?
Naturally I'm worried if I do it alone
Who really cares cause it's your life?
You never know it could be great
Take a chance cause you might grow
Oh, oh ohhh
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for?
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for?
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Take a chance you stupid hoe
Like an echo pedal you're repeating yourself.
You know it all by heart, why are you standing in one place?
Born to blossom, bloom to perish.
Your moment will run out 'cause of your sex chromosome.
I know its so messed how our society all thinks (for sure)
Life is short, your capable (uh-huh)
Oh, oh ohhh
Look at your watch now
You're still a super hot female
You got your million dollar contract
and they're all waiting for your hot track
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for
I can't wait to go back into Japan
Get me lots of brand new fans
Osaka, Tokyo
You Harajuku girls
Damn, you've got some wicked style
Go!
Look at your watch now
You're still a super hot female
You got your million dollar contract
And they're all waiting for your hot track
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for?
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
(What you waiting for?)
Take a chance you stupid hoe
Take a chance you stupid hoe
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
(What you waiting for?)
Take a chance you stupid hoe
Take a chance you stupid hoe
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Sides, Edges and Vertices Edited
Sides form the faces that we see
They make shapes in 2D
Edges are where two sides meet
To walk on them would hurt your feet
Vertices, three plus edges joint
Come together as a point
To count them in exam's quite a trick
Even with a 3D pic
Not everyone can visualise
And to learn the rules you must revise!
poem by Stevie Taite
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Still Waiting For My Valentine
Valentine day valentine day..
All are excited with joy.
but still am confused about the day.
i was too anxious for the day.
as this is my first valentine day
but god didnt want that
may be this is not suites for me or what? ?
my valentine's exam is began
so she got offline..
as i cant get her for any other sources
bcoz i got her from net and se is my one and only princess
but still i have a lot of hopes
to celebrate my valentine day with her
still am waiitng for her reply
still waiitng for her cute and sweet voice
still waiitng for her curosity when talking to me
still waitng for that golden day when i meet her
still waiitng to see her..as i didnt saw her till now
still waiitng for to celebrate my valentine with her
still waitng for that three lovely words that she says
I LOVE YOU...
i know she loves me...
but cant dare to say as may be she hurt
hey my sweet princess
come to my life am waiting for you...to see you..to meet you
i love you so much and miss you so much in this special valentine
i know my poet friends this is not that type of poems you can write as i have no idea i just want to write a poem and wrote in this way...if i did anything wrong please help me friends
thanks and lots of love
poem by Jatin Rout
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Food habits
Old habits die hard
We only live in present and don't look forward
Live with junk food and rotten ideas
All our advice fall on dear ears with no regard to pleas
We are prepared to live with all diseases
No matter even if life comes to stand still or ceases
We will follow new trend with hectic life and tension
Please don’t advise us in matter with confusion
This is what new generation thinks!
Very shortly their life boat sinks
So much tension and no way out
This is life style and whole story about
Nothing is attained out of this habit
There is no strength left in feet
They crumble with little more weight
Only wait for instant result without fight
Nobody is willing to wait for a second
Even though some of the things may be beyond
We try with half willingness and less determination
It is not likely to grow any fruitful relation
Good food habits leads to culmination of good thoughts
Many successes are had without external help being sought
It calm downs the eagerness and stream into real strategy
The less time will be spent even after remaining so much busy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It Is All In The Lines Of Your Palms
things and events all come to you
telling you that they are ready
to fulfill your destiny, and so just wait
the floors will come to make your feet feel
that there is a foundation for your success
the stars no matter how silent shall give a hint
where to go, what to do, and when all these shall
completely happen, and so be calm
keep waiting, things and events come
and unfold before you, like a scene of a movie
nothing shall be planned, things shall be done.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Time Management Plan....What really happens
September 3,2008, just 6 weeks left to wait
Mind was becoming queerer, as exams were approaching nearer
So books were taken out and chapters were listed
Notes were made, revised and gisted
But oh! it was just september,1 month still left to practice and remember
I thought, 'it won't be too late, if i start studying at a later date
So flushed with joy, ii made it clearer, will sit to study when exams approach nearer
So on the calendar, I slashed 11, and this queen was back to its heaven
September 11,2008,5 weeks left up straight
But this time, I gave plenty reasons to excuse, for not to study in exam blues
Friends always waiting to chat, gossip about
Plus my bro can't here the T.V. less loud
And then I've to practice for a competition
Mind is boggling with frustration
I annonced, 'No big deal, since I've plenty work to do
I'll start studying from 22
September 22,2008, hardly weekly left to anticipate
This time I did make a start, but things now
seem to fall apart
I planned to study all the time, everywhere
Roaming on th terrace, sitting on the chair
but no result came out in despair
Still 20 chaters left to revise, hundreds of notes unsummarised
In such great frustration, I began to loose concentration
Now all learnt forgotten, under heaps of hopes laden
When I was just about to disintegrate
I realised 'Now its too late...
Had I made an early start, I would have definitely made it upto the mark
So...
To Accomplish Tasks In A Better Way
Start Right Here, Right Now, TODAY
poem by Geetika Nehra
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Waiting 2
Waiting is a curse
we all have to endure.
Every minute seems
to stretch itself into five
and the five into ten
and so forth and so on.
Waiting is like a time bomb,
the more you wait
the more the ticks get louder.
You get restless,
as it seems to drag on
and on and on.
Patience is a virtue,
but waiting is a killer
drawing out your frustration
and shortening your temper
as our calm and collect feelings go.
Waiting can turn into boredom
when there seems
nothing else you can do.
Waiting is a curse
that all of us have to endure
until it is over.
13 April 2012
poem by David Harris
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Space Between All Things
All the walls of your house,
were painted in deep blue,
you're at that indecisive age to choose colours that reflect you,
and everything and nothing,
is in the space between all things,
that fascinates as much as it agitates,
words turn me into what I say,
as you pull your yellow stained fingers,
through your un-kept hair,
I noticed that the corners of your jeans,
were folded neatly into squares,
your thoughts are the strangest place that you've ever been,
stranger even than Los Angeles,
it's like a cinema where they never ask you to leave,
So while you wait and are you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
from fate so while you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
She had a north Atlantic film star grace,
that's why her tears are out of place,
that kind sadness has more style,
so nothing will make her smile,
except as soon as anything happens,
she'll drag me on the street,
and hand in hand we stand protesting,
while everyone is still asleep,
So while you wait and are you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
from fate so while you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
so while you wait and are you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
from fate so while you wait,
and concentrate on being as far away,
Are you wait,
are you wait,
are you wait,
are you waaait,
song performed by by Idlewild
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I Cant Get Excited
(graham russell)
Every single feeling now
Would take my life into a year ago
You say youll love me again
I cant say what I cannot do
Its been too long without someone
How could you let me sink this far away from you
Now youre here, wondering why you cant get near
(chorus)
I cant get excited
Cant get excited
Theres a thousand things to do
I cant do anything with you
I cant get excited
Cant get excited
You can see me look right through
I dont feel like I used to do
Im turning back the pages now
Ive pleaded with you oh so many times
Trying just to make you see
Hoping I might be the one
So calm down love, it will be all right
The time to bring back love is not tonight
I never thought Id have to say
That you should leave and go away
(repeat chorus)
Not in love
Still not in love with you
Not in love
Im still not in love with you
Not in love
Still not in love with you
Not in love
Tell me why you cant leave me lonely
Tell me why Im taking a chance on you
Taking a chance you
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Air Supply
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Returning To RADA
I sit in Reception and wait, and wonder
What is going on, as it sounds like thunder.
Up on the first floor, somewhere above my head,
The students are making enough noise to wake the dead.
Across the room, I can hear feet running to and fro,
And the drama students utter loud sounds, as they go.
It’s Saturday, but rehearsal studios are alive wherever I go,
With drama students, honing their skills, in readiness to show.
En route to my exam, I pause upon the first floor,
And, am drawn by sounds, which I just can’t ignore.
A tinkling piano and the sound of singing, is what I hear;
I stand there momentarily, soaking up the atmosphere.
Sitting outside the exam room now and I can hear a cello;
Its sound soaring towards me: deeply resonant and mellow.
The previous candidate emerges from the exam room,
And is living proof that you should never ever assume.
He’s a stocky guy, in his mid forties, with shaven hair;
Not the kind of person I would have expected to see there!
But, then I guess I’m not a typical drama student either;
Just another person, like him, hit by Shakespeare fever!
In the exam, I begin reciting my sonnet and fluff my lines,
So I end up starting the piece again, for a second time.
I’m calmer now and my train of thought is back on track,
And in my concentration, there is now no further lack.
During my second piece, I sit on an imaginary moonlit bank.
This time, thankfully, my mind is clear and doesn’t go blank.
I launch into my final piece and have a right ball,
As the speaker is angry and this is not like me at all!
Where my imaginary target stands, I have a man in mind;
Someone from my life, who I’ve recently left behind.
I would have loved to have shouted at him like this;
I find the moment extremely therapeutic! Pure bliss!
I thoroughly enjoy throwing my two arms around,
And raising my voice; making such a loud sound.
The words are firmly stuck there, within my head,
And, if looks could kill, my victim would be dead!
Through the piece, venting my pent-up anger, I plough,
And, from the examiner, my efforts earn me a ‘wow! ’
With my sight-reading test, I attempt to ‘emotionally invest’,
But with only three minutes to study the piece, I just do my best.
We talk and she tells me that I bring much to the table.
I express self-doubt, but she seems to consider me able.
She expresses hope that I’ll come back to the Academy again.
Next time, it will be my Gold Certificate I’ll be hoping to obtain.
But I wonder how I’ll know, if my standard ever gets that good?
How will I know if I if I shouldn’t attempt it or even if I should?
Next time, there’ll be two examiners watching me,
And I can imagine just how nervous I will, then, be!
I’m just not sure within my self, that I’ll ever be that clever,
But, then again, as the saying often goes, never say never!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Write Me A Letter
Write me a letter
and send it with care
telling you still love me
and will always be there.
I’m across an ocean somewhere
and the days seem so long.
I wait for each sunrise
and dream of our home.
Write me a letter
so that I can be
that little bit closer
to your loving arms and thee.
They say it won’t be long now
until we’ll becoming home.
So write me a letter
telling me you’ll still be waiting there.
poem by David Harris
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The Teacher's Reward
After the last lecture before exam week
she came down into the pit,
waiting her turn behind those who
wanted to hear what they had to know
for the final.
I was always tempted to say,
“Nothing, it’s up to you, it’s your education.”
But that would have taken longer,
and wouldn’t have made any sense
at the time, anyway.
And I didn't know her from Eve
because I had 673 students,
I’ll call them,
in three lecture sections.
She was not someone I had met.
She was not the one who had told me,
'Your exam wasn't fair, it made us think.'
Or the one whose mom was planning to come
for graduation and,
“Is there anything I can do to make up for
missing every mid-term and lab quiz? ”
Or the one whose coach wanted to know
if there was any way the seven-footer
whose name I can’t remember
could pass.
The class was 9 T-Th in sched talk
and she was a senior taking this
100-level exercise in general zoology
just to fill a chuck hole
on her otherwise macadam-smooth
road to graduation.
Her only T-Th obligation,
one she hadn't missed all semester, she said.
She wanted me to know that,
then hurried away before I could ask
her name, which I wouldn’t have anyway.
poem by David Wright
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I Get Excited
(tennant/lowe)
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(excited)
(excited)
(excited excited excited excited)
(excited excited excited excited)
(i get excited)
(i get excited)
We're both in the gutter, that's no surprise
What does it matter, when i look in your eyes?
We've lost all our money, we're thrown out of bars
We're lying in the gutter, but we're looking at the stars
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I hear the sound of the subway, the sigh of the heat
The click of the visitors' heels on the street
The rattle of the taxi, the scream of the cars
The clatter of the dustbin and the beat of my heart
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I don't know why, i don't know why (i get excited)
I don't know why, i don't know why
(excited excited excited excited)
(excited excited excited excited)
You're in my soul
My body moves to your control
Baby, i've been thinking about you
All night long, and the neighbours are talking
I don't know why, i don't know why (excited) (i get excited)
I don't know why, i don't know why
(excited) (i get excited)
We're both in the gutter, that's no surprise
What does it matter, when i look in your eyes?
We've lost all our money, we're thrown out of bars
We're lying in the gutter, but we're looking at the stars
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I don't know why, i don't know why (i get excited)
I don't know why, i don't know why
(excited excited excited excited)
(excited excited excited excited)
(ooooooooh)
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I get excited, you get excited too (excited) (i get excited)
I don't know why, i don't know why (i get excited)
I don't know why, i don't know why (i get excited)
I get excited, you get excited too
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Questions
How to start? What to say?
I don't remember ever feeling this way.
Can it be true? Does anyone care?
Is it only make-believe or are You really there?
Is there a chance I've been missing the best?
Could it be life is more than a guess?
I'm afraid to let go, yet I long to see.
If You are real, be real to me,
If You are real, be real to me.
Okay, supposing I were to come to You?
Not saying I will, just supposing I do?
Would I have to be, just another guy?
Two a penny's not for me, it just won't satisfy.
I'm just confused, by candles and prayers.
I just need to know, if You are there.
Show me the way, for I long to see.
If You are real, be real to me,
If You are real, be real to me.
I'm just confused, by candles and prayers.
I just need to know, if You are there.
Show me the way, for I long to see.
If You are real, be real to me,
If You are real, be real to me.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Waiting For Waiting's Sake
Waiting is more of a feeling than a state or being
When you wait it's not really time spent that weighs on you
IT's really the purpose or reason and the place you wait too
Waiting never is waiting even when it's 5 or 10 or 20 hours or more
It becomes waiting when you feel impatient
When you feel you can no longer wait
That is truly when you being to wait
And wait for waiting's sake
It always seems like more minutes more time
More time is what makes it weigh more, but it's a change
In emotion basically an enigma
It is not even what you do as you wait
If anything at all, it strangely is just the
Feeling. Consider when you simply stare at the
Clouds for hours, you wait and wait
Watch the clouds' gait
But not even a minute passes not in your mind
Not any second is wasted of left behind
But waiting 2 simple minutes is waiting
When you let emotions take hold
Even asked to wait another second is brazen and bold
So you see it is only that emotion
Only that feeling, desire for resolution and restitution
It's funny how we are not controlled by
States or circumstances
Mere happenstance
But rather we are controlled by character, emotion, our feeling
No state of the world can change them
It is only when
We allow our perceptions to change, it is only then
Circumstance even affects us, it only happens when we let it
And so I say when we wait and don't feel waiting
It is not waiting at all, no matter how much time
I realize I feel nothing, no sense of waiting not when I rhyme
I lose perception of time and so I have unlimited time
To write and write and write each and every single
Time I wait and even I wait for waiting's sake
poem by David Knox
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I Feel So Me
I feel so…
Happy and overjoyed where I see colorful wrapped presents at Christmas
Peaceful and mellow in the warm summer sun
Wild and wacky wading in water
Frustrated and upset when I loose my homework
Stupid and confused when I can’t understand my math homework
Angry and outraged when I am treated unfair and unkindly
Delighted and surprised when Mom cooks my favorite meal
Worried and weary waiting through winter
Moody and depressed when it rains my whole weekend away
Hyper and excited when I eat too much sugar
Sad and melancholy when school comes to an end
Fearful and nervous when I stay home alone at night
Careless and free like a kite
Calm and peaceful when I go Slush in the cool pool water
Stressed and anxious like when I’m a busy bee
Blue and sad when I loose a friend
Crazy and loony when I run in to walls
Exuberant and ecstatic over winning my big race
I feel so…
Me! !
poem by Molly Breadcrumb
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Sit Waiting
Should I sit and wait for this fate
Or am I just that second too late
Please tell me if I should laugh or cry
Because I feel like the clouds that colour the sky
Misunderstood and despised
All because of your bloody little lies
However understand this, my friend
There's only so much a truth can bend
Before it breaks and draws the owners blood
Just because you didn't believe it could
I know now where sitting on your hands leads
It leads to you being the one that bleeds
In repentance for those that lie and deny
So don't sit around and wait for a reply
Walk, run or crawl it doesn't matter as long as you move
Because one day there will come a time to prove
Just what you are capable of creating
But that chance doesn't appear if you sit waiting
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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