The Undergraduate
He runs around the campus premises
All of his life, but the gate were closed all the time.
The wall is too high though he tries to jump
And the sentry is very rough inquires the documents.
He holds only his tattered certificate of birth
And it's already expired it seems for the enrollment.
(I dedicate this poem to Virginia Tech Campus victims.)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I remember coming to this college in the 1960s as a new legislator when a road divided the campus - and it was not fully paved at that - and no wall defined the campus from the highway.
quote by Michael N. Castle
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With Or Without Certifiable Documents
Birth certificate aside.
When did one's birth certificate,
Qualify them with competence?
And those who have them...
Why has the importance of having one,
Not as of yet assisted in providing proof...
Anyone seeking another's evidence of being born,
Impresses with an accountability they have not shown.
Even taking responsibility for their own actions commited...
Are blamed on someone else!
Birth certificate aside.
When did one's birth certificate,
Qualify them with competence?
Or excluded them from an honesty,
That has been truthfully with a blatantness deceived...
With or without certifiable documents.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Campus Cat
Shivering and wet
Had been drenched by a drizzling rain
The Campus cat waits, beneath a lamppost
She had come, to brave, the cold
For rent has to be paid, a life is to be lived,
The landlord, a deadline he did.
Conjuring home images, sky, the Stars lit,
Father, mother, and siblings, faces bright
She had passed, colours flew, a future, then, so bright.
Hmnn, in campus, Eat as you pay!
Or rent a cube, pay, get on with life, read, pray!
Pockets run dry, no food, just nothing, home is away!
Hmnn, a car, pulls
The campus cat, cat walks,
Hand beckons, door closed, tomorrow, lectures!
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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I was born in a University campus and seem to have lived all my life in one campus or another.
quote by Amartya Sen
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Anyone who refuses to speak out off campus does not deserve to be listened to on campus.
quote by Theodore Hesburgh
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A Postboy's tie-break
While he rides on his bicycle with a whistle
He speaks to himself; 'One day I would like to be a postgraduate.'
And he writes on a postcard address to his fiancee.
Yet he couldn't post it due to the long-standing postal strike.
* [The Campus wall is too high to jump over for a handicap.]
To all my friends Sandra, Alison, Jerry, Denis, Max, George, Duncan, Dave and et cetera...................in gratitude.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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TEFL Days! ! !
The CLOSED campus of the OPEN University!
And the steel-grey pigeons on the window-sills!
Those ironical Sundays-
OFF for the Other blessed beings,
AC-frames, so cool to watch,
Walk-through Gate but a simple frame
Basement -the gloomy cave of spleen
Stepping downstairs
Might make you forget
Aeneid's journey to the centre of the Earth
Every room had two wall-clocks,
One always tells time of Yore
The only thing you won't forget
which adorns its natural features
My lovely friends n brilliant teachers! ! !
poem by Shahzia Batool
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A death in the opposite house!
[Mother-that was the bank where we deposited our hurts and worries.]-Thomas De Witt Talmage
I was sitting on a small chair
in the patio,
Like bygone Seafarer days on ship's deck?
And my beloved boils the Asparagus for tonight
in the kitchenette.
I count secretly who crawls to the funeral house?
A lady with an umbrella in this late evening drizzle
Squeezing my hand that resembles Ms.E-death in my nightmare,
inquires me; 'Honey! Funeral is here? '
I pointed out her the front house with my index finger
and murmured to myself 'Thank God! still I breath comfortable here? '
*Yesterday's Tuesday, April24,2012 @ 10: 00a.m. I scribbled this on a piece of paper in UMass Memorial University Campus, Worcester.
While I was waiting for my Colonoscopy test carries out by Doctor
Christopher Marshall, MD.My dear Mom! part of your humble dream comes true as I touched for the first time in my life, the campus soil, but I am sorry that 's not for your dreamy studies and for my sudden Endoscopy?
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Piece Of Paper
A diploma hanging on the wall
is really not you at all.
It's just a piece of paper.
A marriage certificate in your file
of when you two walked down the aisle
is just a piece of paper.
A birth certificate, signed and sealed
made you legal but concealed
that it's just a piece of paper.
A death certificate proves you're gone.
The truth is you've just moved on.
It was just a piece of paper.
All these papers that yellow with time
were really not worth one thin dime.
They were just pieces of paper.
Your life was never all those things.
Your life was when you took on wings
and soared with love for all.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Blue Collar Guy
Imagine a burly guy in denim jacket
capbill shadowing busted nose
hairy mitts gripping coffee mug
sitting at a table in the Union
on the campus in Hyde Park
gazing with wonder at a girl
seated opposite him
bright-eyed and fresh
in sweater and jeans
I thought then of my father
a man who had toiled
a lifetime in the mills
so that one day he might
visit one of his children
on a university campus
He was a blue collar guy
who never read poetry -
his life was an epic!
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Teamster on the Run
Think of a burly guy in leather jacket
baseball cap bill shadowing broken nose
hamhock mitts dangling at his side
Stereotype, you protest! Show me
a mug like this who frequents
the coffee shops in Hyde Park
near the University of Chicago campus
sitting at a table poring over Sartre
or whoever the latest avant garde
may happen to be whom professors favor!
If you do spot such a creature on campus,
he's either unloading a truck out back
or he's visiting his granddaughter!
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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A skinny migrant worker
The biopsy it doesn't say that he is a poor creature.
Perhaps the pot bellied immigration officer may inquires of his legal papers.
What else he could produce unless a tattered certificate of birth
That belongs to his poor loving parents?
Please let him walk comfortably along this jealousy road
As he cannot die until he dies.
[ The tractor plows over the farms in the neighborhood wiping out any evidence that people ever lived there.The Grapes of Wrath is about the Joads, an Oklahoma family who was forced off its farm in 1930s, dispossessed farmers on a disappointing trek to California looking for jobs.Two other John.Steinbeck's novels have also dealt with migrant workers in California.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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My Mother Never Know
my mother never know
after my father past away
I walk to campus through Malioboro without shoes
(only with sandals) to Campus
I embarasment to meet my friend
Every day I learn at the library and finished the next step
Not yet finished for preparing the future
With my stomag empty
When I hungry I only eat gado-gado, cassave and a glass of water
For entering my mother dreams
To become civil service after finished its
Like what my father do
Who never have opportunity to have a house for their children
Because I never have to the heart to cut my my dreams
Although my heart restlessness
poem by Prasetya Utama
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An Unorthodox bird soars in the gloomy fundamental sky
My intimate friend flies so high
And I watch,
Sitting on my rickety bench.
The thuggery henchmen of the prominent gangster in the World
Laid a net and my bird friend was caught.
Oh! What's all these unnecessary pinching
And the puzzling Worksheet?
Who does the filling in the blanks
As my poor friend never been to a school.
Questionnaire on the settee table and they all seated on the sofa.
Full name, Nick name, Father's & Mother's name and their ancestors, Age and date of birth; is it legitimate? , Have you been to any radical countries within last five years? , Pedigree and the Religion et cetera, Are you a member to any society those who boasts of freedom of expression?
'Hey! This is a forged Passport and it's already expired and the photo not shows a bird and it's a stray dog.'
At last they found underneath her tattered wings
Oh! This poor gangrene poet's scribbling.
' Learn my friend, When you're in Rome do as a Roman do
But please do not hit below the belt,
When the gossamer life smiles with you; smile with her
But when she cries do not cry and please leave her aside
Sing a song louder from your heart as a Mockingbird.'
*I dedicate this poem to Henry Valentine Miller for his semi-autobiographical novel 'Tropic of Capricorn'.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A certificate of live birth is not the same thing by any stretch of the imagination as a birth certificate.
quote by Donald Trump
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I didn't take very much part in activities on campus at that time.
quote by Daniel J. Evans
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We Stuck Together
as we went of campus we stuck together
as we did what we did we did it by each other
as we ran from the cop we did it together
as shit happens I look at you as my brother
when i get mad, sad or glad
i grieve to you and this makes me happie
we may have differnt pappys
but we family and thatmakes me happy
as we get pissed off at someone we stick together
as we get sad we get sad nexts to each other
as we do somthing stupid we do it together
as shit happens you become more my brother
we been through some of the same times
but can't nothing make me regret are time together
we have dim witted moms
who are so far gone
as we get sad about are parents we stick together
as we get mad at are parents we get mad with each other
as they lie to us we talk about it together
and that is why you is my only brother
we take shit and give shit but we look out for each others
we get in trouble for somthing we start to laugh
we laugh at the dumb ass people trying to catch to g's together
that is why we love each other
as we get in trouble we do it and stick together
as we get yell at we stick by each other
as we get punished we get closer together
man you are my brother
I DEDICATE THIS POEM TO TERRIN FULLER
MUCH LOVE TO YOU BROTHER
poem by Phillip Dalsing
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Jump For Joy
Key:-
A - anita
R - ray
A: chrous
I wanna scream
I wanna jump for joy, and I want everyone to know!
I wanna scream
I wanna jump for joy, and I gotta let the whole world know!
R: jump for joy
Jump for joy
Jump for joy
Jump for joy
A: everybody jump jump
Jump for joy
Everybody jump jump
Everybody jump jump
Jump for joy!
A: chrous
R: I wanna jump for joy, j-o-y
cause cupid shot your arrow in the sky
You know the feeling, jumping and screaming
Here come the angels marked by demons
You must be dreaming, your heart is steaming
Forget the pain and start believing
Peace and love surrounding earth
Respect to my mum who gave me birth
Butterflies are moving fast
Is this the last love look of last
Heavier as ever, rhymes quite clever
Respect to the world, its time for whatever
Stimilate the feeling you got inside
Hold me down so we can take a ride
Hoaw my month for you to enjoy
Wave your hands in the air and jump for joy
A: chrous
R: jump for joy, jump for joy
Jump for joy, jump for joy
Jump for joy!
I wanna jump for joy, jump for joy
A: everybody jump jump
Everybody jump jump
Jump for joy
Everybody jump jump
Jump for joy
A: chrous
A: chrous
R: jump for joy
Jump for joy
Jump for joy
Jump for joy
R:repeat and fade
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You May Strike But Hear Me First
start with a
board of
premises
sound premises
facts verified by all
the senses
possible
look around
stretch your hand
then if you are definite
that no harm
is potential
jump then
into conclusions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Goodbye To The Old Life
Goodbye to the old life,
to the sadness of rooms
where my family slept as I sat
late at night on my
island of light among papers.
Goodbye to the papers
and to the school for the rich
where I drove them, dressed up
in a tie to declare who I was.
Goodbye to all the ties
and to the life I lost
by declaring, and a fond goodbye
to the two junk cars that lurched
and banged through the campus
making it sure I would never fit in.
Goodbye to the finest campus
money could buy, and one
final goodbye to the paycheck
that was always gone
before I got it home.
Farewell to the home
and a heartfelt goodbye
to all the tenants who rented
the upstairs apartment,
particularly Mrs. Doucette,
whose washer overflowed
down the walls of our bathroom
every other week, and Mr. Green,
determined in spite of the evidence
to learn the electric guitar.
And to you there, the young man
on the roof turning the antenna
and trying not to look down
on how far love has taken you,
and to the faithful wife
in the downstairs window
shouting, "That's as good
as we're going to get it,"
and to the four hopeful children
staying with the whole program
despite the rolling picture
and the snow - goodbye,
wealth and joy to us all
in the new life, goodbye!
poem by Wesley McNair
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