"prof" poems
Hindi na ikaw ang gusto ko
Yan ang lagi kong paalala sa sarili ko
Sa twing nakatingin ako sa sayo.
Ayaw ko na ng mga mata mo.
Ayaw ko na ng mga ngiti mo.
Ayaw ko na ng lahat sayo.
Pinili kong maging pusong bato
At hindi pansisinin ang nararamdaman ko.
Parang normal lang
Gaya nung wala pang ikaw.
Kaya ko nung wala pang ikaw
Nagkandaletche letche lang nman ako nung may ikaw
Kasi nung may ikaw
Para akong baliw na laging nakangiti
Nakatingin sa langit
Iniisip ka palagi
At
Ayaw ko na non.
Kaya araw araw akong magiging bato
Sasanayin ang sarili magmukha lang na malakas ako.
Kahit nakatingin ako sayo ngayon.
Ngayon.
Ngayon parang kinakain ko ang lahat ng pinagsasabi ko
Bakit ikaw parin ang gusto ko
Sa pagising sa umaga
excited pa akong pumasok
kasi ikaw ang makikita ko
kuntento sa sandali
HINDI
kuntento sa isang oras na pasulyap sulyap sayo
“pasulyap sulyap”
Ibig sabihin Segundo
Pero sa bawat segundo ng isang oras na gunugugol ko
Ang gusto ay ang tumitig lang sayo
Sa mga mata mo, sa ngiti mo
Kahit sa lahat ng kaabnormalan ng katawan at isip mo
Tanggap ko.
Kasi ikaw parin ang gusto ko
Ikaw ang gusto ko
Sabi pa nila tumingin na raw ako sa iba
Kaya sinunod ko sila
Pero sa twing ikaw ay makikita
Parang madilim na kwarto
na ikaw lang
Ang tanging ilaw na bukas
Sa sandaling yun
Walang ibang gamit
Kundi isang ilaw na naiiba sa lahat.
susubok akong magsalita pero lalayo kana
tinatawag ka ng kaibigan mo
kasi ang isang oras ay tapos na.
“SANDALI” sabi ng prof.
muling napinta ang ngiti sa labi
dahil sa huling sandali
sumulyap muli sayo.
Patapos na ang sandali
At tinawag kana muli
ng mga kaibigan mo.
habang hinihiling ko,
Na sana ay muling magsalita ang prof ng kung ano,
Pero sa oras na yon unang lumabas
ng silid ang propesor.
dahil tapos na ang sandali
Tapos na.
Ang isang oras.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
in the somatic nervous system,
acetylcholine (ACh) stimulates skeletal muscle, causing contraction
action potentials
in the 8am physio lecture,
the biggest on campus
crammed with nursing majors,
and health science hankerers,
public health preachers,
OT saints and angels
amino acid NTs: glutamate (+) GABA (-) aspartate (+) glycine (-)
the prof wrote on a distant whiteboard
too many complained about being lost
she made a joke about feeding *******
to mice for her neuroscience research
amines: serotonin (-) dopamine (-/+) norepinephrine (+/-) epinephrine (+)
STEM-dominated
when i'm just looking
to drop my roots
and press that
good earth into
the spaces between
my toes and
under my nails
but the grounds are a garden
of biodiversity from clippings
gathered by migrant habit-clad
founders more than a century ago
the soil is fertile it is temperate
there are water filters in most residences
there is enough here for me
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
"Bago yan ah" aniya ng makita ang converse kong pula.
Wala eh, wala nako maisip para makuha ang antensyon mo, mapansin mo.
Naubos nga lahat ng ipon ko para sa sapatos na to.
Balita ko kasi mahilig ka daw sa kulay pula at nangongolekta ka daw ng mga branded na sapatos.
Ako yung tipong hindi maganda namay porselanang kutis gaya ng iba.
Hindi katangkaran, pero pwede nadin para sa isang kolehiyala.
Walang bag na ang tatak ay Guess,
At magagandang damit na galing sa Mall.
Simple lang ako, laging may hawak na libro.
Nalilimutan mag suklay dahil baka maiwan ng jeep papuntang terminal ng LRT.
Hindi naliligo sa pabango na padala galing abrod.
At higit sa lahat, hindi nag susuot ng ibang sapatos bukod sa pinag lumaan kong rubber shoes.
"Converse yan diba?" Dagdag niya ng hindi ako sumagot sa pag pansin niya.
Ang totoo ay hindi ko alam ang sasabihin.
Hindi ko alam pano ibubuka ang mga bibig at sasagot ng "Oo, buti naman napansin mo".
Wala ako lakas ng loob.
Tanging pag tango nalang ng ulo ang kilos na kayang gawin ng katawan ko.
Kumaripas ako ng pag lakad papunta sa silya sa dulo ng masikip na klasrum.
Nag simula ang klase.
Hindi ako maka pokus sa sinasabi ng Prof patungkol sa "Theory of relativity" ni Einstein.
Tumititig sa wall clock sa taas ng pisara na kinatatayuan ni Ma'am Montemayor.
Sa wakas biglang tumunog ang bell na nag sasabing tapos na ang klase.
Palabas na ako nang muli mo kong tawagin.
"Hi, pwede ba ako sumabay sayo mag lakad papunta sa Math class?alam mo naman ayaw ni Sir. Henry ng late" pabiro **** sinabi.
Wala nakong nasabi kundi ang mga katagang "Okay lang naman".
Tinatago ang ngiti na gusto ng mag kumawala, habang nag iisip at nag papasalamat sa Converse kong Pula.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 5:07 AM UTC
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
A 14 year old tender,
Came with a situation
He can’t decide his gender
Social keys challenging perception.
A prof. got suspended from his job
Coz he can’t love a woman in the ****
His feelings for affection were just like us
But for men, that he can’t discuss.
A girl of 25 don’t want to marry
Coz she love her girlfriend back in bury
She know it’s impossible to do this
As the law prevent love between two fairies
Now the question arises
If love has no boundaries
Why our brains are in cages?
As metals are casted in a foundry
God has made us in different pages.
We all pray equally
As do lesbians and gays
We all love equally
As do Bisexuals and Transgender
We all make friends evenly
As any girl or a boy
So why we can’t love legally?
Think and make others think
We all are humans, catch the link.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
comma, ellipsis
anticipated sequel
It’s asymptotic
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
A Prof. Ed. subject – Curriculum Development
The “total learning experience” subject to assessment
Assessed, Hidden, Learned & other types
Curriculum is designed for our school lives
This mechanism must be evaluated
In a school to be accredited
Curriculum undergoes planning, implementation & evaluation
It experiences innovations as education goes on!
-04/01/2017
(Dumarao)
*PEN Poems
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
strangers often see
the most unfortunate parts
of bared hearts
stuffy noses
and baggy eyes.
they don't know
what you thought of
today.
whether breafkast
was toast, or
regret.
so when I
can read someone
Else's face.
like a book
on the second grade
level.
that will be the day
when I become like
prof x
and won't need to
play eye hockey
on the subway
anymore.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 9:17 PM UTC
*And darkness gave way for light to come in as the light invaded all depths
Narrow and wide
Vast and shallow
And the light eluded misery and sorrow
And tragedy was defeated
And the light began a mysterious sojourn
From the west ends to the northern eastern poles
And the light shone through the deepest fronts
And the light began glowing
And the light illuminated the rhythms of darkness and that too gave way
And the light sojourned still
Journeying through time's hand
Traveling through thin and thick
Meandering, bending
Cascading,
Shining
And nothing was left unseen
And nothing was left untouched
And every other thing began unraveling
And the light won a glorious war*
Prof Marylyn-D
Copyright
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
Lines aflow and about
rushed to welcome thee
and the bundle in thy hand
pushing buttons that said;
Hey!!!
Look straight
This poem is unread,
Unrevealed and strange
Hold tight....
Hold tight you did
This mama rare
In tears, pain and joy
you provided and chastened
leaping at the tiniest of successes
pushing boldness forth
caring like we were just one
but as for one, you did for all
with the grace on you
that I desire an inch.
those from that blessed womb
this sojourn is sweeter 'cos of you
#Losechukwu and Uweoma
my CEO's and executive minsters
You sweet-talked me to victory
#Ebubechukwu and Obianinulu
My pretty sisters from one blessed mother
Prof and Wizzy- Brain
being an Oduwegwu born Female would have been Boring without you guys
Friends, sweethearts, mentors, Fathers, Mothers, brothers and sisters. I wonder the turn my life would have taken without you guys.
Dadddyyy
I mentioned you last, cos I didn't know if the space above would be enough.
My Hero, Mentor, Teacher, Provider
You are many things in one thing
breaking odds and making roads
soothing our pain from afar
Daddy mi
I appreciate you
Having you is more than an inspiration
Words flee for fear
From your personality great
so stop I must against my wish
SUCF UNICAL & DLCF UNICAL
God has blessed me through you, turning the frightened little girl into a confident woman right under your roof.
Space is pleading
and heed I must
for future chances I crave
and deny it can
but God knows my heart
He's been faithful and true
Giving me new chances
With each dawn of the day
I'm grateful for life
and chances about
Living till this day, is only from Grace
Grandmother divine
Nnemukwu onye efoma
I appreciate you!!!
Sharing this month with you
Is fulfilling and uplifting
You birthed the best and prettiest woman I know # C O Oduwegwu
Moulded her with thy hands
and taught her to groom us
I'm grateful for your birth.
Inspiration and strength
I draw from your life
When the day comes to go
You'll pass with smiles
Finally I stop
but I wish not so
but Gladness overflows
and you I must mention
My Children in DLBC Afia-eze
I love you guys
Your laughter, creativity & high-spirit
Bring strength to my bones.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
Sa mahimbing kong pagtulog
Dahil sa puyat at pagod
Umidlip at sinarado
Sa paligid ko’y hinayaang
Saglit ay isarado
Sa maingay na paligid
Akala ko’y isang panagip
Na ang tinig mo na nadirinig
Sa mahimbing kong pag tulog
Ay gumising
Pag tingin ko sa relong aking binabantayan
Oras na nga palang pumasok
Sa klase kong inaayawan
Pag mulat ko at pag tayo
Ng maputla kong labi at muka
Ariyan ka pala talaga
Napaka linaw pa saaking alaala
Lagi mo nga pala akong
Nakikitang natutulog , sa unang pagkikita
Natatawa , humahagikhik
Kahit pala tapos na tayo’y
Muli , madidinig iyong malambing na tinig
Mga alaalang bumalik
Sa unang pag uusap
Saaking pag-gising
Sa pag tulog kong mahimbing
Pag gising ko’y kasabay ng pag tumba
Pakiramdam ko’y nariyan ka pa
Puso kong tulog at natakot ng mahulog pa
Muli naka ramdam ng saya
Dahil kahit papaano
May pakialam ka parin pala sinta
“Andyan na prof niyo, kakapasok lang”
Mga salitang binanggit **** saglit
Gusto kong ngumiti ngunit nahihiya ulit
Pero salamat , dahil narinig ko muli iyong tinig
Na nag paalala saakin
Na bukod sa orasang aking binabantayan
Kailangan ko ng pumasok
Sa klaseng mag papalimot saakin
Ng iyong ala-ala sinta.
Muli.
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 9:27 PM UTC
Amber Dexterous(The Writer)-Episode VI
(Amber is taking a creative writing class at the community college)
Prof: "Today I am going to explain, and show you what
it means to conjugate verbs."
(Amber folds her notebook, stands, and walks toward the door)
Prof: "Where are you going Amber?"
Amber: "I'm sorry, sir(brushing hair off her forehead), but I don't like
***********
Prof: "Uh, you're excused!"
copyright: richard riddle May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
So i wrote this story about a boy who goes to a field when he feels upset and he talks to the sky. The story is told from the point of view of the earth, who the boy never talks/listens to. If there's a message it's that the boy needs to be able to move on from the follies of his adolescent life.
When Prof. Nwakamna read it, he thought that it was a really strong story of a gay couple raising a boy because one of the character's names was Sky. Freud anyone? I like that idea too. He suggested strengthening the relationship between the boy and the person telling the story (the earth in my mind) and remove that abstract concept of the sky and earth personified. I dont want to do that because the initial idea came from the boy talking to the sky and ignoring the love from the earth. It's tragic right? So i need to figure out how to make a compromise. I can strengthen the relationship to the speaker, and ride the line to two vastly different interpretations, or find whats working in each of those terrestrial/gay concepts and meet in the middle. Regardless, this is going to be a challenge that i look forward to.
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 7:52 PM UTC
Community College of Theology
Prof: "That concludes todays discussion of events during the B.C.E.(Before the Common Era) and Moses turning the Nile River into "blood." Any questions?"
Student: "I have a question! I have a question!"(brushing her hair off of her forehead)
Prof: "Okay, and your name is..."
Student: "Amber Dexterous" (brush-brush)
Prof: "Ah, yes, Amber", and your question is.....?
Amber: "What does BCE stand for again?"
Prof:(To himself, "Why me?). "Means Bachelor of Chemical Engineering."
Amber: "Moses had a college degree?!!!!
copyright: richard riddle-revised April 08, 2015
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
stem cell words
from the cellular wall of the
poem birth canal
narrows, twists,
even double helix's,
doc-prof diagnosis
with perfect, absolute uncertainty,
denotes the presence of
stem cell words
*"all your writes,
gestating make-believe,
word smythe
premium cocktail concoctions,
gospel soul post-viewed
rocked and roiled
still and always,
unflinchingly personal
singing and simulcast
the unique
internal combustion,
that removes the pollution,
of your
unflinchingly personal..."*
mother necessity
delivery of a
Caesarian cut-them-out
says me
cut, excise them,
take them,
them newborn-baby stones
give them
a good home,
my DNA upon them,
my only Jacob blessing,
that they get
goodly tented taken
let them spawn
more and others,
will love them
better just for knowing
even never seeing them again,
still and always,
whatever they
write on,
still and always,
I'm in them,
they will be,
unflinchingly personal,
even if signed by
another's name....
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:58 AM UTC
When the sun is up
my spirit drop
like a floating leaf
from an oak tree's rack
With my eyes turning
I begin to laugh
In an indescribable high
i dream on your lap
Like a marathon,
With a thousand lap
crawling, and crawling
there is no way to stop
I see my prof's face
grinning, holding a laugh
A punch on the face
I think is enough
The rooster's concert
is my body's clock
curse this test
I must take a nap
Burning the midnight oil
With my spirit engulf
I wish this is over
A student's demise
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 3:21 PM UTC
(Amber is taking a Geometry class at community college)
Prof: Today, we'll discuss the Isoceles Triangle.
Amber: "Oooh, isn't that where all the planes and boats disappear in
the ocean(brushing hair from her forehead). I love stories like
that!"
Prof(sarcastically: "Yep", that's it!"
copyright: richard riddle May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
To capture every memory
In picture-perfect frame
Would only fake the smiles
And immortalize the pain
Of each Kodak moment harmony
Developed in full color code
Fading black to lenses of
The default selfie-centered mode
On cameras of eternity
With narrow fields of view
Dropping photobombs upon
The panoramic few
And Snap-chatting their legacy
Until the story ends
Sharing flashes passing by
With faceless friends through hashtag trends
Unfiltered in their apathy
So ugly in their vanity
Or maybe I just see the world
Through different red-eyed sanity
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
My kid got a Purple Heart in Iraq
Yeah?
My kid got an Academy Award portraying him!
----
My kid died
Yeah?
My kid got an Academy Award doing make-up for what would look like corpses!
--
My kid's strggling to make ends meet
Yeah?
My kid's an Econ prof at Harvard and does consulting for J P Morgan!
----
My kid's confused
Yeah?
My kid's a born again tea bag conservative Christian with his own televangelist tee vee show!
----
I got guns to fight big government
Yeah?
I got guns to fight the liked a you!
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
Pour me some glass of whiskey,
Oh! Pleases I need it iced,
Yes ma'am he said.
Miss Lucy a lady in her
Early twenties,
My heart is clean!
Never thought of you without your *******
But miss you're quite mean!
I am common gentleman,
Why such ego?
Is it because am a Blackman?
Let go of this ego,
Isn't it yet time for our first kiss?
Spare me this ego please!
I heard Mr George jilted you,
I might be the right one,
Prof Harbert called you a *****
That's not the right one!
Miss you are a lady,
Let me treat you as one!
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
Cave Painting
Prof. Jeanine Kowalski, PhD, Anthropology:
“I write until very late in my parents’ farmhouse, in my old bedroom.
I am visiting at Thanksgiving, writing my research.
I love my parents, to be here, my work.
“When I was seventeen, here, in my childhood bedroom,
Threatened with boredom, which my parents implied was the Prince of Darkness,
And to be fair I believed it myself, independently,
I did not honour the life and love commitment I made to a seventeen year old boy.
I gave up, temporarily, the love-courage of girls.
“The combine harvester working by floodlight in the field outside this room, is harvesting soybeans while I write.
The man who was that boy is driving the combine harvester at night, harvesting his parents’ crop, helping his parents.
He is driving back and forth by tractor floodlight and headlights and the headlights of the trucks aimed up the rows.
“I do not have to live without love or happiness or beloved children.
I am pretty, too. I got most of the gifts.
He has a wife and children and a life of his own.
If I was treacherous, I am, I am sure, forgiven, but still,
After even the fullest and truest justification, you must look at the thing itself,
Just the thing itself ….
“And to do that I would need the kind of love poetry which is hardest to find, the love poetry which is all we have left
Of the great art of cave painting, poetry not drawing its power from melancholy, but shining with wanting, with excitement and awe.
He had, of all the gifts, character.”
Paul Anthony Hutchinson
www.paulanthonyhutchinson.com
copyright Paul Anthony Hutchinson
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC