Maths : a challenge in a students life !!

Hectic , boring , mind boggling ,
It just takes away your head ,
Studying it mind just swings ,
And one day you will really be dead ……..

Practise practice practice ,
Everyone says it is the only key to success ,
Memorising it is a really tough job ,
But you just need to have trust in God !!!!

Maths just goes in and out of the brain ,
After you see the the paper your efforts are all in vain ,
Is there any other way that we can pass ???
And of course it is the most boring class ………

Studying it early in the morning spoils your day ,
It’s all done in a very weird way !!
I pledge to ban maths ,
So that they stop running in your head all the rats …….

Because of frustration it makes you red,
But you trust me you will never be brain dead !
Maths lovers please don’t worry because it won’t be banned ,
Just not mandatory after 8th and still you can study !!!!

Don’t talk to me about the country ‘s economy ,
Think of the youth
Too many cooks spoil the broth ,
Too many children studying maths will spoil the economy !

Whoever has invented maths has done a great crime ,
And will never be forgiven in his whole life !!!!
Buddies yet it is not banned try to cope up with the ongoing exasperation,
Contentment will be achieved and your life will be a paradise !!

All there will be only happiness!!

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About : hey … this is Kripaa… a thirteen year old .. from India ( the city of taj  : Aga ) through my poems I wish to bring a change … a change in society… a change in the world … I haven’t written a book nor am a famous author but still hoping for you to enjoy !!! If you like it don’t forget to follow !! Waiting for your likes , comments and subscriptions!!

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Welcome Home

A meandering walk through the forest
smoothed the rough edges of the day,
one filled to the brim with the tediousness
of digits and maddening phone calls.

In the backdrop of shrills and chirps,
stress rolls down the spine and away,
deep breaths in bringing ever quicker relief
as fresh air and sunshine cling like a loved ones hug.

Nature’s smells and sounds have a way
of embedding in our bodies, releasing
the tension so tightly packed in us.
Every little bit we are begins to reconnect to Mother.

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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A Five Year-Old

(A true story heard on the radio
when I was first learning to write)

A five year-old was diagnosed
with terminal cancer

The adults wept and wailed

The child could not understand
Why are you weeping and wailing?

The adults could not understand
Why are you not afraid?

Because I am going to a place
I’ve never been before

I’m excited

Don Matthews July 2017

Poet in Training
 
I am an experimental writer of unconventional poetry.  In ‘Flippant, Comic, and Serious’ I write mainly in rhyme, drawing content from humour, satire, serious, absurd, nonsense etc.
Explore www.donmatthewspoetry.com  for poetry with a difference 

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Remember Me?

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusing.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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Breakfast

I eat this breakfast dreaming of you
My long dead saints

A simple meal of bread, cheese and apple
Our shared communion
A sacrament to all our kin

Passing the body and blood through the lines
In this we will hold hands and give thanks
Sharing, laughing, arguing, gossiping

Larry sipping vodka over the meal
Allan tracking women of the hollows
Sylvanus slipping from the wagon

And we shall share into oblivion
One table set with a simple meal
Bread, cheese and apple

One communion among my saints

My name is Tim Gleisner and I am from the United States and live in Michigan. I am a librarian and a father and write poetry to express thoughts and feelings I have throughout the day.

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Regrets

for those who have left us
they force us to examine
desires and wishes
for understanding of our previous actions

could those changes solve our miseries
possibly, but if not
unhappiness, our friend
for the time being

miseries befall us
when we don’t take a moment
to address our current reality
life stares at us begging for our involvement

…let’s strive not to have any regrets

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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This monster [ covid 19]

Who gave birth to this disease
That crushes me to my knees?
I no longer feel safe to breath
Whenever I see you sneeze.
Who unleashed this monster unto the world?
Which now chews us like a sandwich,
And never seems to have his fill!
I have watched him snatch my brothers from my grip,
I have watched him tare their flesh with his whip.
My tears tickle his soul,
He is pleased by my moans and woes.
He has made shadows of innocent souls,
And turned beauty into dry bones.
My dreams have vanished into thin air,
I now face the world with fear!
I am scared of everything far and near.
Something tells me he might be on his way here,
To punish me for a crime I did not commit.
To torture me for his own pleasure.
He made my friends drink from his bitter cup
And stole them into a very deep sleep.
For how long will I survive the stench from his nostrils?
His breath enslaves life,
When he coughs, the whole world catches a cold!
Thousands of men, he has taken to the grave,
Young, old, coward and brave.
No one can survive his hateful gaze.
He preaches the gospel of death,
Sending his disciples to their graves
With just the touch of his hand.
With this piece of cloth tied around my nose,
I must run to hide from his breath.
For he breathes not life but death.

Poem by..
Bernard Gabriel Okurut
Instagram Bernard Gabriel Okurut
Personal Blog: psychicpoetrycom.wordpress.com
Email, bernardgabriel1995@gmail.com

Bernard Gabriel Okurut, a.ka Blackfut Oracle .A young Ugandan poet, singer and Songwriter. Author of ‘The Noisy Silence’ a Ugandan poetry anthology published on amazon.com. He is a student of English language and literature at Kyambogo university. Okurut is the founder of ‘ koi koi’ psychic poets troupe, a group of young creative minds at Kyambogo university.

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Reflections from My Window Seat

On my time at New City Café, Rochester, NY

In this café, here I sit
Strangers once were we
People wave and people stay
And people talk to me

I say “my name is Kayla
It’s just my first time here
I want to know your story” –
They tell me with no fear!

In my dreams this place exist’d
A place where people grow
Where coffee brews and people sit
And souls do overflow

Christ is in the background here
And Christ is in the walls
I can feel Christ’s presence here
And I can hear His call

In my life now this exists
Sole purpose not for me
But for the people all around
And for to set them free

WordPress blog: lessonsinveritas.com
A few words about me:
My name is Kayla Richardson, and I am an ER nurse from Rochester, NY. I started blogging several years ago when I was in college and recently picked it back up again since I’ve graduated. The purpose of my blog is to share poetry, reflections, and stories about life and God from the perspective of my small corner of the world. I don’t know you, but I already love you! ❤ ❤

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The life of an underprivileged…

My life begins under a tree ,
Not even in a hospital ,
I don’t even have enough clothes to wear ,
My condition is really critical ……..
Bless me God please God
Since years l am waiting for the nod !!!!!!

I only have to fill myself with water ,
I am the most underprivileged daughter …..
My mother is a beggar ,
My father is a cobbler !!!
Bless me God please God ,
Since years l am waiting for the nod !!!!!

I pray to God l get some money ,
As it hears it’s not that funny ….
I usually spend my day crying alone ,
How to spend my childhood ?
I don’t even have money to afford a balloon !!!!!
Bless me God please God ,
Since years l am waiting for the nod !!!!!

In a year or two my hands will be cut off ,
And l will go begging for money all around …….
I am hungry give me something to eat ,
I wish for a mattress , l just don’t like the ground !!!
Bless me God please God,
Since years l am waiting for the nod !!!

I even pray to God for the poor stray dogs ,
For me they are just like God ,
Only they give me something to eat ,
What they find on the old woody street !!!!
Bless me God please God ,
Since years l am waiting for the nod!!!!

I pray for the welfare of all human beings ,
In the next life l wish to be happy , l think l should keep seeing …..
l don’t want to be rich just want some money ,
Even you pray for me buddy !!!!!
Bless me God please God ,
Since years l am waiting for the nod !!!!! Bless me !!!!

Blog http://kripaaluthra.wordpress.com/

About : hey … this is Kripaa… a thirteen year old .. from India ( the city of taj  : Aga ) through my poems I wish to bring a change … a change in society… a change in the world … I haven’t written a book nor am a famous author but still hoping for you to enjoy !!! If you like it don’t forget to follow !! Waiting for your likes , comments and subscriptions!!

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Footsteps

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusing.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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