My Curriculum Vitae
My Curriculum Vitae
Its three pages long
Words are laid out like a song
Your organisation is where I should belong
I know my contact address
Does not make sense
This is only because I am homeless
That’s why my hair is always a mess
I may look like a thug
But I’m totally harmless
Do not despair
I can co-ordinate
Articulate, emancipate, and participate
Forgive me but I have to state
I have learnt all the sixty nine
positions on how to mate
I am totally confident
Straight and not bent
I am god’s gift
To everyone
When your staff see me in the lift
They will say I am god sent
With me you are always assured of fun
My Curriculum Vitae
is one I rewrote in May
I just had to reemphasis my skills
After so many rejections
I suddenly realised I forgot to mention
My personal education and qualification
Hence I am in a jobless situation
So let me tell you about my
Knowledge and experience
I know my latest music
I also know the strategy of
taking days off sick
I can drink loads of any kind of beer
And keep up with the latest fashion and underwear
My best friends will give you my reference
And tell you about my sexual preference
I am also flexible
You can ring me any time out of the blue
That’s nothing new
Hopefully my Curriculum Vitae
should now secure me an interview
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
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Curriculum
Bright sunny skies,
Shine high.
With clouds minimized!
And I know why,
Your eyes...
Are clear,
And particular!
On a flight like a kite.
Excited by height.
And delighted your life,
Has a new insight.
And I,
Enjoy this ride you find...
Particular!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
Those bright sunny skies,
Shine high.
With clouds minimized!
And I know why,
Your eyes...
Are clear,
And particular!
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum chosen,
Is your own.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen,
All alone.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum chosen...
That you've shown.
Oh, oh.
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum...
Nobody but you've got it!
That curriculum.
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Milkmaid and the Miner
Shabby lass in a gloomy state.
But she is curly and very cute.
The faint eyes tell me the story of your decaying life
and curriculum vitae are not necessary.
Your transparent fingers are very suitable for milking.
But my innocent buddy
I won't keep you there a long time under the stingy milksop.
You know that I gamble with the turning rough soil.
One day I'll swallow a diamond closing one's eyes.
My humble dream is to fly together
and gambol in the Milky Way.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Instead of a national curriculum for education, what is really needed is an individual curriculum for every child.
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An honest plea from a scribbler to survive
Time has come to beg it seems
And I am sorry that I do not know the know-how.
Poor wife and myself entangled in a political asylum case here.
Money! Money! Money! Dogs never sniff that I know but I need a lump some for the Solicitor who look after us.
I have altogether 800 scribblings the only wealth I own
And if a philanthropist would like to have a kind word with me,
Herewith I submit my curriculum-vitae please.
Nimal.Dunuhinga
1836, W.Sumac Lane, Apt.#8.
Anaheim,
Ca.92804-6944
E-mail [email protected]
mobile phone # (714) 224-6987
* I am sorry my dear poet friends this is not a propaganda but a true yelp from a human-dog.
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Sad song of a remote village factory girl
Her soft fingers are ideal for a piano reeds to make a classic musical note
But she struggles with hard steel and turn them into tools.
Sharpen tools go to the market and she comes home with a blunt heart.
She re-counts her small daily wage for her wedding dress
But her partner still fights to earn something.
In her fading dreams she hears the wedding bells
While the boy who writes his beautiful curriculum vitae to another World.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Loves true meaning!
Loves True Meaning
Take time to compromise
If you have to criticise
Choose words that are wise
Or you may have to pay a price
Indulge in patience
Try to experience
the good and the bad
and make reference
to everything without pretence
Show each other respect
Rather than detect and inspect
What you do not like
Your different ways
You must accept
There has to be an element of trust
telling lies is the worst
The truth always comes out eventually
and then you are bust
Love with a passion
Give it your all
Do not ration
Use your imagination
Spice it all up
Work your way from
the bottom to the top
And don't you ever stop!
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Interviews at employment agencies
The appointment can be at any thing
from a shack, house, palace
or office block.
You respond to an advertisement in a newspaper,
or from the internet with jobmail, pnet and career junction
that stands in the front line with available positions.
You have to drive to somewhere in Pretoria
or Johannesburg, Midrand, Randfotein or Krugersdorp
to find work in Pretoria or Midrand.
At times there’s something wrong with the directions
and if you do not know the place,
you drive at your own cost totally lost.
At the place a receptionist makes you fill in forms
and let you wait in a very small office,
where the heater behind a closed door tries to fry you.
a Girl with just a metric certificate interviews you,
about your degree/s and experience
and you try to impress her.
At times your photograph is taken
and at times they demand your fingerprints
and you have to sign that Kroll may look at your business.
The agencies demand that Kroll verify
your qualifications, credit worthiness
and see if you have a criminal record.
Certainly people like doctor? Carl Niehaus
that finds doctor’s degrees in lucky packets,
is probably responsible that a person have to go through this hell.
Sometimes lies are told about the available position
to build a data base,
or you have to wait until the client wants to see more people.
If you are lucky a appointment is immediately set,
or your Curriculum Vitae is emailed on
and you are called
for an appointment with the employer.
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Vital Curriculum
Life is the most vital curriculum
I must learn every minute
And I am independent and I am
Able to perform my daily chores myself.
My life is my curriculum and
It is vital and you are welcome
You are also like me immortal.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I believe in
I believe in having good friends
They keep you up to date
With the latest fashion trends
I believe in telling jokes
I want to laugh regularly
Until I choke
I believe in being serious
There is always an air
Of you being mysterious
Even if there is nothing there
I believe in good sex
It is a good form of exercise
Even though it can be complex
I believe in love
Be it from down below
Or heaven-sent from above
I believe in fate
It is not something you create
It just happens out of the sudden
I believe in luck
But only when it works
When it doesn’t I just mock
I believe in hard work
Not only talk, talk, talk
It is work that earns you the buck
I believe in you
But sometimes do wonder
If all the things you say are true
I believe in good food
Spiced with romance after
To lighten up the mood
I believe in making babies
Then turning them
To gentlemen and ladies
I believe in courage
Strength with sense and not rage
I believe in dreams
But not the ones that make you scream
I believe in God
No ones knowledge and power
Is that vastly broad
And last of all
I believe in me
If I stopped believing
Then life’s wonderful gifts
Would not be worth receiving
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
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Its time to let go!
Its time to let go
I know!
I am holding on tight
As if it is my right
And its not
Its time to tie my shoe laces
With a knot and start walking on
Once where there was love,
There lies only emptiness
Broken dreams embedded within foggy steams
Everything has become familiar
Nothing to excite or ignite the passion
Once love sped like an express train
That I forgot the famous words “go-slow”
Hence we have already reached our destination
Without taking time to explore before condemnation
'I know', I whisper with a sigh
Its time to let go
There is still time to save ourselves
From feeling ridiculously low
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Don't give up hope
Don't give up hope
Don't give up hope
There is still a whole slew of scope in hope
I know how you feel
Your predicament is unpleasant and real
Before you crumble and stumble
Like a lone wolf in your solitary struggles
I hear the sadness in your tongue
Realize that your suffering will pass
Its duration may be long
Hang in there, be strong
I know the words to your plightful song
You are not where you wish to belong
But giving up hope is forever wrong
A flower never fumbles and gives up hope
While waiting for its daily water
Hope is all to it that matters
Don't give up hope
Don't give up hope
Clutch on tight to all ropes
There is still a whole slew of scope in hope
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
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Shadow of Christmas
Christmas is now gone
With all the usual fun
I see only its shadow
Yes! That’s how the story goes
A few more days, then New Year
Visit the church and confess
Then bring out your fancy dress
Its time to make a mess
For some, its time for new resolutions
For others, its time for new beginnings
Or perhaps nothing changes
Even in the face of new challenges
Now Christmas has come and gone
Yet right there in the corner
I see the shadow of Christmas
Lurking in the darkness
Yes! That’s how the story goes
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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My Fantasy
My fantasy is of you
Please make my dream come true
My fantasy is of you
as I call your name out of the blue
When I close my eyes
I can see you with a nightly glow
You are the only one
that can attempt to steal my flow
My fantasy is of you
while I wait in a queue
as a pilgrim on a journey
waiting for our paths to meet
And when that meeting takes place
your wheels of thought
will spin me and stop me in my track
My fantasy is of you singing a song
Singing a song with me
all night long
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
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The Perfect Miracle
I have found
The perfect miracle
In a simple prayer
Forgive me
Love me
Hold me
Guide me
Let me be
Lord I thank thee
I do not expect an answer
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Silence the lie!
Silence, I say Silence
Stop the pretence
Halt the building of that fence
Between you and the truth
The truth can be rather intense
But wouldn’t you rather the truth
Than a lie be your preference
Why feed on
A lie so long?
Why shelter
A lie so strong?
When there is a fight
The only one flung
Will be you
Silence the lie
Before I cry
Silence the lie
Before I die
Because of someone up high
Like you and I
That ignores my cries
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
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Innocent Man
An innocent man he was
The perfect gentleman
The kind of man
you could only spin out
in your endless dreams
He was declared guilty
and a sentence was passed
without a glance
before he even had a chance
An innocent man he was
A man of truth
A man of pride
A man whose words
would sit down gently by your side
Seeking for freedom
Seeking for justice
Seeking to be heard
judged wrongly instead
He was a man of love
He sought salvation from above
Nothing was straight
All the answers
were bent like a curve
An innocent man he was
With no regrets
His worst fear
he had already met
misjudged, complaints lodged
There were two sides
with options so wide
Only one was chosen
The other ignored
Where was the trust?
When was it lost?
What would it take
to sacrifice at stake?
To prove he was an innocent man
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Very much like that, and very much a loner, do you know and I didn't fit really into sport or all kind of group activities as a kid, I couldn't find a niche. And music was not really part of the kind of village curriculum it would, you know.
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Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued
Brothers and sisters put this record down
Take my advice ('cause we are bad news)
We will leave you high and dry
It's not worth the hearing you'll lose
It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless
The ribbon on my wrist says, "Do not open before Christmas."
We're only liars, but we're the best (we're the best)
We're only good for the latest trends
We're only good cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good fashion sense
Brothers and sisters, yeah, put these words down
Into your notebook (spit lines like these)
We're friends when you're on your knees
Make them dance like we were shooting their feet
It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless
The ribbon on my wrist says, "Do not open before Christmas."
We're only liars, but we're the best (we're the best)
We're only good for the latest trends
We're only good cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good fashion sense
We're only liars, but we're the best
We're only good for the latest trends
We're only liars, but we're the best
We're only good for the latest trends
We're only good cause you can have almost famous friends
Besides, we've got such good fashion sense
song performed by by Fall Out Boy
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I was angry
I was angry
I refused to agree
that time would set me free
but it did
it got rid of my ill forgotten feelings
as I went through a process of mental healing
I was angry
My ego and been let down
and played around town
like a guilty clown
that’s why on my face
I wore a permanent frown
But I learned to forgive
instead of self pity and grieve
and boy what did it do me
A lot of good that
even now not everyone can see
Now I lay in bed instead
Think it all out
whisper rather than shout
Before I act
so that my mental state can remain intact
Now I breathe in
and I breathe out
for its a known fact
two wrongs don’t make a right
There is no point in trying so hard
to stir up a fight
I was angry
So I resorted to alcohol
But swiftly recalled
how that became
my best friends downfall
He used to drink heavily
And pretend he was having a ball
Until one day his liver
gave the final call
I was angry
Now I am angry no more
© Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005
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The last tree
It is the time of the year
When he stands purely naked
Somehow He lost
his evergreen underwear
The last tree
Standing still
Until the last kill
by a chain saw
Sliced down right to the core
His seeds he did sow
As he eagerly awaits the branches
of his offsprings to grow
In the middle of the night
I hear him whispering
I hear him talk
Then he tried to walk
Hindered by his own roots
beneath his foot
It is time to flee
It is time to be free
He is still standing
as the last tree
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
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