"examiner" poems
Indian Legends.
The Legend of Triambakeshwar
The supreme Lords, Brahma and Vishnu
On that auspicious day were fighting for the highest milestone
For honour
Claiming Wisdom
Voicing out their mighty combat impale
At that very moment, a resplendant pillar
Emerged, took form before them
Standing tall into the skies and stooping low spearing the Earth.
Brahma and Vishnu saw the pillar
As an examiner of infinite Wisdom
They both decided to find either end of the pillar
to prove their supreme position.
Brahma took form of a swan
to find the topmost portion of the pillar
Vishnu turns into a Boar, being the land's wild driller
to discover the bottom part of this pillar.
Brahma returns and lies to Vishnu
"I Have Found My Goal, 'O Vishnu"
Lord Vishnu surrenders with a humble heart
A fruitless effortless failure.
This pillar is no ordinary pillar
The Legend holds it as the sacred Linga
The Lord of Lords, the destroyer of Evil
The three-eyed one, the blue-throated one
Neelakanta,Shiva,Mrida,Rudra
Dayakara,Hara,Maheshwara
The Lord with 1008 titles of honour
Ageless, timeless, formless,
Limitless.
Shiva cursed Brahma that day dusk
**"Your foul deceit smells above this land, Brahmadev
Punishment is a part of crime.
You shall never be worshipped under the stone-carved.
Temples shan't have place for you"**
Brahma, enraged, growled upon the Lord
**"Your greatness shall be pushed into this Earth
Into the same pillar, the Linga!
At the foot of Sahyradri, your abode lies
from now,
till forever comes."**
Dear Fearless Devotee, know this that you must
On the dark midnight of this hand-chosen day
Maha Shivratri
The Holy Linga takes form as the Lingodbhav Moorti
At the blessed land of Triambakeshwara.
From underneath the Earth,
Like a descendant from the skies
The ruler of the seven worlds
Bhu, Bhuvas, Svar, Mahas, Janas, Tapas, Satya
The invincible source of destruction
Of the Seven Hells, Paatala
*Atala, Vitala, Sutala, Rasaataala, Talatala, Mahaatala,
The Patala.*
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC
**the sighs in our chest that emanate from a different kind of
breast cancer**
wrote these words prior,
then, certainly uncertain of the exactitude of their meaning,
clearly unclear of their useable intention,
yet the too real wrathful sensations
that inspired their caesarian creation,
the sigh's very own exhalations,
floatations devices for the interned-no-longer emotions,
escapees via the crevasses of chest ribs splitting open,
return to glory thanking me for freedom given
let posterior eloquence suffice, let brevity guide
my self's interior diagramming,
lengthy explications and deep analytics, I leave to you,
the astonished medical examiner and the horrified mortician
chest ripped, my hand reinserted, the blighted scourges,
the abscessed cancers, the obsessive relentless cankers,
asking shamelessly why have I returned to the crime scene
*the sighs are air-borne, ready for air plucking,
all cloud seeded, deeded for poets to seize and commence,
to plant and invent, a mountain top trickle to a mighty
river of poems to be recovered and discovered,
unrehearsed and unleashed
but you and I have unwished, unfinished business,
as of yet unwritten, one last poem to honor our
mutually assured destruction,
for this day will be
rewritten differently*
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
Motorcycles are fickle things
fleeting as fairies with whizzing wings
don't always work when you want them to
sometimes faultless sometimes poo
mended mine again today
set fire to it as well but hey,
it goes again and kinda smiles
waiting for the happy miles
we do together in the sun
this winters frost has been no fun
My men's bits froze to popcorn size
don't ride in the snow, so say the wise
so wee and slow it won't go quick
been so cold it's made me sick
but got no licence for my car
and my bike though slow gets me quite far
got the car test coming soon
easier to touch the moon
worry so if I will pass
maybe I should offer up my ***
do the examiner ****** favours
or pray to the lord my only saviour
Hmmm my **** is not so cute,
and prayer is such a selfish route
I'll settle for a mournful wail
when the examiner tells me "Jeremy.. FAIL!"
Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 9:02 AM UTC
Speculation proved
contagious,
misinterpretation
crept silently on patchwork soles
(odds n' sods messily stitched,
tittle tattle did no favours)
like a flu it spread,
hushed curiosities rested
outside ol' Hutch baker's door,
where even a freshly oven'd
batch might strain an ear
or five to net nearby tongue trading,
seeds straining on their brows.
Even those Mother hens
had a cluck or two left in them,
rumours about the
'Dust mite Martyr'
as she was dubbed,
“Does she have no shame,
sitting pretty in Matrimony's dress?”
one heaving checkered breast commented
titling her beak
to gain a better look -
At that shriveller slumped,
an examiner of the cobbles
with such a religious stare
her lids traced stones
within the darkness,
a traveller -
wanderer not to be trusted,
especially not
with bloodied lilies tangled
within her gleaming mop.
Oct 25, 2011
Oct 25, 2011 at 1:58 PM UTC
"where did all it start to go wrong,
when my doctor told me i didn't have long,
cancer treatments too **** expensive-
wife's in charge and I'm **** retentive,
can't get a job,can't get a loan,
maybe I can figure how to work from home?
My future's like Heisenberg,too uncertain,
provide for my family,before its curtains...
I'm a chemistry teacher and chemistry rules me,
but so many unknown's too easy to fool me,
but how can I do it?can't even guess,
unless,unless,I start to cook ****
Unless as a teacher I get someone to school me,
I know the principles(principals), just need the tools,see,
I can't tell my wife-can't tell my son,
that my stars burning out like a fading sun,
a trailer park cookout,will it be a mess,
first batch BITCH!(Jesse sample)total **** success,
but success in this business can lead to death,
p.e. number one,-Heisenberg of ****
Gotta deal with this psycho,name of Tuco,
might shake your hand,cut your throat or shoot you,
I was a 9 to 5 loser-happy teaching chemistry,
now I deal in in death,spreading pain and misery,
My partners a junkie,my wife doesn't get-
That I'm like a medical examiner,surrounded by death,
Jesus Jesse you're a pane in my ***
it's looking clear to me,you're too fond of the glass,
mirror mirror,where's the fairest price for us?,
I've heard of this one guy,name of Gus...
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
I dance,
Because I have to.
For the love of dance?
Hell no.
For the love of the examiner.
My teacher's words,
Screaming constantly into my ears.
What I was doing was wrong,
I would never get points for that.
Smile, not for the audience,
But because the examiner doesn't like
Glum faces.
Oh whatever happened,
To the true meaning of Dance?
I don't know.
It's gone,
just like my happiness,
and hopes,
of being better.
My jumps are not filled with beauty,
but sweat.
My pointe work does not look amazing;
It looks tiresome.
Is there ever going to be a day,
When exams don't matter?
No.
Never.
It will forever count
As my life.
People think I have a choice-
I don't.
I can't dance without being judged;
Heck, dancing is nothing without judgement.
Beg for mercy?
Never.
I'm not weak.
Yes, ballet, to me, is like war
Between me and my teacher,
or maybe me and everyone who thinks otherwise.
I'm nearing my Waterloo,
but I won't surrender yet.
But, maybe I have.
I have been brainwashed.
All I want now is good grades.
A distinction.
I don't love dance,
I do it for everyone else who does.
If you look closely,
You can see my tiresome face,
but soulless eyes.
No one understands,
what I’m trying to say,
so I stop trying.
Yes, I've given up.
I don't dance for myself,
I dance for the examiner.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
your arteries are wired to
sound an alarm if thieves
come to rob you of your heart
but I swiftly stole the wrinkles
on your brain so maybe you’d forget
the mole below my left eye, the
faded birthmark embedded in my left shoulder
if that makes me a criminal dress
me in tangerine, let me play
tug of war with a noose
I took a polygraph test last night, the examiner
asked if I still loved you
I whispered no but the needle painted
the cadence of your voice instead
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
Past
Is like
An answer sheet
Handed over to the examiner
Memory
Is a helplessness
That cannot be edited
I am helpless
No matter
What you think about me
I am a stone
That has hauled itself
Through muddled waters for long
You might assume that
I am
A garden pebble
Be careful
If you are hurt
I’ll suffer.
translator : Shyma P
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 5:47 AM UTC
Dancing in the sullied public laundry room
A young woman
Is she a glow or is she smiling,
With her mind astray?
A parking lot ****** observes
Expressionless,
Unsure of her intent.
Is she dancing in euphoria
Or is dancing to create her vivacity?
Is this bliss or is this gloom
Manifested in the same way?
Neither dancer nor examiner can be certain
Is she dancing
In happiness or simply to push
Her demons away?
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC
performing autopsies on our old conversations
dissecting every angle and standpoint
checking every pulse-point and spark of life in the words you once said to me
and while i know them to be poison laced, nothing seems amiss
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
As the medical examiner
Examines the human
Brain
Does he/ she
Notice the deep dark cravases
And ridges
That some one can
Fall into
Not coming back
As trekking it
Is dangerous.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
lean boys with bruised skin line the walls—
he turns; last five dollars already to the funhouse manager
(thank you, ma'am)
he reminds himself not to inhale, for fear that he will remember the emptiness of the carpet beneath his feet and in his throat and in his eyes
indulging worst nightmares seemed like a better idea on the fields of the fairground,
where he couldn't escape shifting eyes and spun pink silk and the bloating in the photos that the medical examiner took when his body washed up onshore
he is surrounded when his eyes are closed,
with the water by the beach, inhaling like he'll never breathe again and he breathes you in, you in every state of matter
melted eyes and cheap cologne; and he is drenched in the molasses voice he knew in another life,
before
before
when he was young and glittering
when he was untouchable
immortal
the mirrors reflect luxury in the form of decent highs and indecent clothes and
movement in the night as they never stop;
heaven to africa, and not back again
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC
I am Joe's bloodshot eyes.
I am Joe's clenched fist.
I am Joe's irregular heartbeat.
I am Joe's yearning ****** desire.
I am Joe's failing chemical receptors.
I am Joe's overdose.
I am Joe's attempted ******
I am Joe's official autopsy.
I am Joe's medical examiner saying that he died from a cerebral hemorrhage.
I am Joe's mass grave.
I am Joe's lack of family and friends.
I am Joe's mistakes.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
I remember our Metabolic Engineering result,
Mass reappear.
The examiner scared the **** out of us,
****** examiner.
But I'm not more than disappointed,
I'm a fighter.
I love challenges,
Hard ones.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
a schoolgirl found me in
High Park with my hands
clutched to my chest
on a red
sheet, under a dead cherry blossom
the dress I was wearing was
the one you gave me to celebrate
our underwhelming tax rebate
and the fact that I was eating again
the examiner said I looked
apathetic,
like dying was the next item on my to-do list
I could have sworn I had only taken
2
(22)
pink
ones to match the blossoms
the *** sleeping on the bench was my new best friend
and the barista at Starbucks asked for my name
and I realized
I hadn’t been asked that in months;
my name
my blood type
my ETA
what colour was the mole on my stomach?
and when did I first learn to
ride a bike?
the last time I smiled was
June 17, 2013.
In the paper they put a picture of it
and wrote “Woman Found”
they should’ve put a close-up
of my hollow eyes.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
You would think him a villain; you would call him a thief
But he would just shrug and say “We all have to eat.”
On the Petersburg siege lines, he’d just made a score;
A rusted old bayonet used in our Civil War.
There are scores of collectors who would pay a good price.
They wouldn’t ask questions, they wouldn’t think twice.
He cared nothing for the History of the Blue and the Grey.
Only for the money the collector would pay.
The Sun was descending when he left from the Park
He bought some Tequila, to drink in the dark.
in a third rate motel that didn’t leave the lights on.
By three the next morning the Tequila was gone.
The thief had bad dreams, in his ***** induced sleep.
of a specter in gray at his bed near his feet:.
The ghost of a drummer from that long ago war.
The thief shook with fear at the visage he saw.
The blade he had stolen was now in the Ghost’s hands.
The ghost grimly eyed him with the soul of one dammed.
The blade shattered his ribs and ripped him apart.
As darkness descended it tore open his heart..
The medical examiner was called the next day.
A horrified maid found the body, they say.
His room had been locked. He’d bled out on the ground
The hall cameras showed nothing; no weapon was found
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
It was 2 a.m. and I was
unable to sleep.
I heard the awful news
that you were no longer
with us.
I was told that you
took a bullet,
and that death was instant.
I cried my heart out
the whole ride back
to NYC from Rhode Island.
I spoke to the Medical Examiner
over the phone and was
sent a copy of the autopsy.
You were my older brother
and I looked up to you
for guidance in life.
New York City raised you
but Oklahoma is where
you expired.
I long to have you
back but you instead came
home in ashes.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
The medical Examiner was dumbfounded and shocked
By what he saw when he opened her up
The heart was where the brain should be
And in the area where the heart should be was a note
It read the following:
Dear examiner
I couldn't come up with worthwhile ideas until I left these matters
to the heart. so I took out my brain you see, and replaced it with something far more useful, but unfortunately that has left me in a pickle because I forgot I needed it to breath. I guess being the person I am, matters of the heart were far more important.
Sincerely with love,
the dead girl
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
Dear Karen Benvie
I right this to say that
I am very upset about
How you changed my life
Not for the better but
For the worst
You ****
Karen
If weren't for your bullying
And bad behavior
I wouldn't have been
In more trouble that I nearly was
Sent to guantanamo
Instead I would have been
A medical examiner
And you.....
In gitmo
Karen
If it weren't for you
I would not have
A dangerously low self-esteem
And inferiority complex
You ******* racist thot
Yes thot because you
Nearly stole my boyfriend
Because of what
I am Arab.
***** yourself
In hell.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC
ACADEMIC TESTS
Oh these tests,
Superflous academic tests.
No time to prepare
For entrance tests.
Difficult to store
Vast concepts in mind,
Oh how to retain so much
Till marks given and paper signed.
Bewaring that,
The examiner is not blind,
And not our bydweller
That gives marks so kind.
All worried,
Smile crease no face.
Will we get through,
Or falter in this pace.
Parents worried about their carreer
They believe books are nifty,
Smartphones are carrier's barrier
With no sympathy.
Parent's and teacher's
Support and hope is essential,
In order to raise their potential.
- Sahaj Sabharwal©
-Pacca Danga ,
Jammu
[email protected]
+917780977469
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sahajsabharwal©
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
Recently I was reminiscing on my past and I discovered that I may not have known God personally as my saviour, but I understood the principle of "Writing your own destiny/The power of your words and imaginations ", or maybe I thought I did
For those who studied in Nigeria, in junior high school we had a subject called 'Business studies' , and one course in it was learning how to read and write SHORTHAND.
I was really terrible in that stuff, so much so that, all I thought of was how I was going to pass that subject in the last junior certificate exams (JSCE).
On the day of our exam, I turned to the page where we were required to translate in English, a passage written in shorthand. There and then, I knew I had no idea of anything, but I can't leave my paper blank. NO WAY.
JUST FOLLOW ME.. you'll know what i wrote
Same thing happened in university. An impromptu test was given of which I was not prepared for.
Another challenge of not writing anything stood before me again.
I simply remembered my secondary school days and to be honest, this is what I wrote( I may not remember word for word, but I'll give a brief summary of the intro)..
"Dear examiner, do you know that Jesus loves you? If you dont, allow me to use this medium to tell you so, since I have no idea of the answer to your question."
So on and so forth...I made sure I shared the little I knew on God's love
Yea.. I think in the one of my JSCE, I remember adding this line
' I know this paper will be marked in minna, so if you are a Muslim don't penalize me for talking about my God on this exam answer sheet '. Funny right ?
I wasnt born again then, however I was by the time same repeated itself in university.
Now guess what!! Surprisingly, I didn't fail these courses. I got an overall B in business studies and a 6/10 in that course in university (I Have a colleague who can testify to this )
I don’t think I understood why I did so in Junior high, but since I got a good result, I thought of it the moment I was faced with same cross road at university (PLEASE DON'T TRY THIS O).
NOW I CLEARLY DO!!. What worked there was the PRINCIPLE OF IMAGINATIONS/SPOKEN WORDS, in the bid to writing your own destiny.
Never ever give into failure-- NEVER.
Failure is only a thing of the mind. If you allow the thought consume you, in no time, your life will become a living reality of your thoughts and words
Whenever you are at the crossroad and failure seems to be starring at you right in the face, choose life, choose success, choose anything but failure-- and ACT IT
You may call my experience luck, but I want to believe that it was this principle that worked for me- I believed what I did was going to get me in the clear, and sincerely speaking it did (Mark 11:23)
I choose success
I choose prosperity
I choose victory
I choose affluence
I choose any and every good thing God can give, because I will never settle for anything LESS
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 10:59 AM UTC
You see, during my exams the only words I wrote
Is your name, etching onto paper
Like it did on my mind
I would have probably failed
Only after telling the examiner
Of you
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
I know this is an excuse
But also the truth
If it weren’t for each and every one
Of those toxic people
In my life
I would be in the United States being an FBI agent
I know this is an excuse
But also the truth
If it weren’t for each and every one
Of those toxic people
In my life
I would be a medical examiner helping people find and solve crimes and find a cure for cancer
I know this is an excuse
But it’s also the truth
But if it weren’t for each and every one
Of those toxic people
In my life
Who knows I may have been a famous artist by now
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 8:44 PM UTC
I was in space n I was startin to gaze
Feelin afraid seein shadows at point blank range
Behind me was a crowd full of robots
So I blinded them to where they were seein polka dots
I turned into a juggernaut with the force of a mega watt
Throwin em against a power lot n I crashed em into a plane full of astronauts
The ship landed on planet earth on a field as big as a flower crop
Takin a second thought there was also an aftershock
I'm not from a planet full of acrobats
n I made a mass destruction like a heavy *** avalanche
I caused a mad attack givin cataracts
Even ruined the habitats n then I watched the aftermath
It was a massacre began by ambassadors
Then I became an examiner starting wars with capacitors
Flattened the atmosphere no longer an amateur I was a well known handler impressin the canvassers
I blew a hole in the core now I'm more poor than the country of El Salvador
Startin a cold war I got somethin for these haters to speak for
Grabbin a 2 by 4 board hittin em in the umbilical chord
They fall to the floor startin to absorb
Trust me I ain't been beat before
Follow the mentor
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
The colour of my eyes completely burnt,
It’s nothing I’ve been smoking- no you weren’t
I know because you’re weak
And he adds another streak
One of those colourful lines across your back
The umpteenth whack,
I no longer keep track
For the pain isn’t physical
My motives aren’t biblical
I know I am despicable
My story, oh so typical
A screech, loud enough to make ears bleed
It makes fluids trickle down,
From blood to tears and both mislead
As they quickly merge,
Combining their strength of hurting
On the verge of a surge
Of energy, shooting through my body
This heap of bones and coloured flesh
Because that’s all I am
This is just an exam
The hardest one ever, though
Wait, this one I know!
I grab my pen and start writing
The ink isn’t blue, maybe it’s the lighting
It may sting but I’m getting the answer down
As I wince in pain the examiner greets me,
with a frown
This examiner is the toughest,
He is the roughest
No empathy
He exists because of an imbalance,
We’re diving into the chemistry
Not drowning for once as this we get,
Yet I sweat as this man is still a threat
He’s been waiting for me for a long time
I bet.
The eyes behind mine
Those evil-coloured ones,
They feel like dying
But those are only his
And I don’t plan on doing what he says
For I’m the real one,
Purposely look right at the sun
That coloured fiery ball of flames,
“Oh you’ll pay for that” He claims
Now my mind lacks colour,
Now there’s nothing to discover
No place to go, no place to be
Different shades, they hold the key
Key to my heart, key to my understanding
As to why my mind is so demanding
All is shadow but there’s no shade
You’d need the light for that
I reach for the blade
At least it’ll bring back some colour
Who knows what I’ll discover
We’ll walk around in this world together
Covered in blood
I’m completely shaking and I hear you say
“We’ll be alright, bud.”
It somehow comforts me, my only friend
He really cares, yet together we descend
Down this palette of colours
The last one I get stuck in
The ****** blood-coloured red
The only real colour in my head
A feeling of dread,
Just let me lay in bed until I’m dead
The colour trickles down my temple as I utter
“It was worth it.”
Now let me rest,
Put me five feet under
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC