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a pair of blue tits
inspecting new nesting box
spring is in the air

I know haiku don't have titles..but I couldn't resist!

My nesting box was made by students at the school I worked at - it has been in situ since 2016 but this is the first year birds are making it their homeI watched the pair inspecting the box on Sunday, the male spent ages pecking round the entrance to make it smooth.today they are nest building in it

4/19/18

                                                Innocent lifeless
                                       Pretty children rest in peace
                                             Let us pray for them

                                            The kids were victims
                                       The shooter was victim too
                                             Let's not put a blame

                                                 Exclamation sign
                                          Love family, love it right
                                        Don't loose, hug them tight

                                                  Dear educators
                                           Part of the victims as well
                                               The lifetime tribute

                                           Mourn traveled the world
                                         Burn by cause last on effect
                                               Careful in our steps

Author's Note:
Deep condolance for the victims of Sandy Hook School in Newtown, Connecticut,
Inspired by Zamalea George Poetry "Sweet Children, Sleep"
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First day to school is very good for children like us, very cool.
We meet our new friends and old one’s too,
But we don’t know we should catch whom.
Children are excited to know the teacher,
As they need a good future.
 We come to know the rules of school,
So that we do not work according to us like fools.
We share our tiffins and tell our feelings,.
We ask last year’s percentage ,
To know whether the child is of good stage. 
We give our introduction lovingly,
So that everyone may know us clearly.
There is nothing to study much as its first day, full of fun.
We go home hand in hand ,
To remain life long friends….
 

It's been a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.

First Hollywood kiss
Behind a pink crepe myrtle.
Thanks, Patsy Werner.

High school was okay.
Didn't help me to focus;
So, my mind wandered.

Surfed Bonzai Pipeline,
Big waves break into lava.
What made me do it?

Vietnam jungles.
I wondered why I was there.
America lost.

Smoking potStereo.
Good fun in the seventies.
Psychedelics too.

And three wives later,
I finally found true love.
We're still together.

My destitute heart,
Saved by the sweetest angel.
I love you, Sandy.

Sooners are my team.
Most winning football program
In the Modern Era.

I am retired now.
But I have plenty to do.
Golf, primarily.

I've been writing more.
Perhaps I will write a book.
I have many tales.

I'd chase young girls; but,
Girls with a "grampa" fetish
Are so hard to find.

If I am lucky,
I will just drop dead one day.
With my peace of mind.

Yes, made a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.

eyes slurred dews cherry
kisses and masturbations
a high school story














(c) rajat kanti chakrabarty
10 December, 2014

School Bus

summer ending now
first day pick up school bus
mothers jump for joy

Sept 8th, 2013

School bell rings play time
Skipping,Laughing, Chasing, Fun
Happy play, school days.

across tree-lined yards
leaves dance in colorful frocks --
distant school bell chimes

through open windows
the scent of pumpkin spice drifts --
an orange moon rises 

under charcoal skies 
rain dampens mouldering leaves --
a lone snowflake falls


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 29, 2012
for Autumn Splendor Contest (Russell Sivey)

The school bus rolls in
Eager students dart for class
Summer's over now

The school bus
Is a waterfall
When it rains

Graduate school starts
Several months begins class
Creating great stress

Russell Sivey

urgh! bleh! School is not 
any fun whatsoever.
Homework calls to me.

Heavens wintry dew
Leaves thoroughfares icier
Forcing school closings.

At the break of dawn
the sounds of school bus engines
starts a new day

Mouthy, offensive
Talking rudely out of turn
Learning deficits

Classroom victims-child
Awaiting salvation, and
Great education!


I wrote this for my son, who goes to school and got punished because of the groups wrongly 
talking too much, he felt it wasn't fairI have been there too.

The smell of old chairs
Scented memories of last year
Reminds the school days.

rat with bushy tail
mesh trap black hole for squirrels
swimming school failures

Brian Johnston
October 22, 2015

those yellow dragons
are swallowing up our kids
the school year begins

My life is so perfect and true 
With you my love,
Noone else treats me the way you do.

My step-father treats me wrong, and blames everything on me,
Which makes me explode or say some things to people that I don't mean,
My mother is awesome, and she is my best friend, the only other one I can trust, except you.

I have never really loved anyone before you, except my friends, but never as much as you, my love

I can't imagine living in a world where you don't exsist,
If I had to I would'nt do it, I would die,
I just can't be without you more than 24 hours, I am glad we are in the same school, that way when I am grounded I can still see you, 
I dream and daydream about you every day and every night, 
I want you to cloud up my mind, so I can think of nothing else.
My life is simple, perfect, and true.

There are some people that I wished I could say sorry to for my behavior towards them, but I don't think they would listen,
It eats my stomach up, and I feel bad for my behavior towards them, but I know I can't go into the past and erase it, guess I just have to live though it,
It just puts more scars in my heart, because no matter what we are all family in God's eyes.

I can not hate, Dislike, or even Strongly dislike anyone, even though they don't like me or may hate me, I think of them as familySo I will say sorry to someone I go to school with, she deserves itI have 3 periods with her, so I will say sorry someday when I get the guts.

My life is so perfect, clear and safe to me

It is Now Autumn

It is now autumn
The leaves are changing slowly
The air is cooling

It is now autumn
Time for life to be calmer
Summer all over

It is now autumn
Time to go to school again
Time to learn in class

It is now autumn
The Northumberland Strait chills
Boats return for winter

It is now autumn
Only islanders live here now
The Island is home

My memory tells
about your happy school days
as seen in your smile

I heard recently
you bought a dress for your mom
with your own money

I saw you lately
at the center of the crowd
beside the right lane

An old man asked
"He is your student, isn't he?"
I could not answer

You went to Sog-ong
last night in a barayle*
it was fiesta** there

Our eyes were not there
to see the knife reach your lungs
and mar your future

Your friends could not serve
as a thick metallic shield
to face the sharp blade

All that they could do
was to carry your body
home by the hammock

Goodbye, my student
whose life was taken swiftly
like a lost bubble

* Barayle is a local term for "night party"
** Fiesta is a tradition in the Philippines where people celebrate a feast in honor of a saint

He was gentle and soft
Like leaf painted fig tree
He wore patience like a coat of honor
Careful not spill words lest he  hurt a  heart  vulnerable
My first lover on Earth
Graced me like i was cup or glass
Tilted at the side  of the  table
Like an egg lifted off of  the tray
And  yet, i oh the unthankful!
Pushed  stones  and  rocks and caused hurt
Painted broken pictures  of what 'Us' would be
Stabbed him with words 
Who walked away from me
Like  swords drawn from an angry commander i..
I was still talking, hundreds of phrases  spilling  from my mouth 
Like an  angry psycho  maniac 
I  could calculate all the  things  i said  down to zero
But who is keeping count?

then  days past, after other days
days past..like passing winds and  written stories
the stories of  'Us' was a Cliche
And it never rained
i was  choking  into the  dryness of  the  air
warm as the coal from the  mines
It never rained and i could feel draught land  on ma home grounds
lacerated by the  unquenchable thirst of  what you used to do
do make me  feel...
My heart still holds tender  the  memories
Yet months pass when the two unraveled epics
would never be told
we hold still in silence
i never knew you...you never knew me
then months found  their  way into months
and years  their way into  years

And yet today i have been reminded
Of High School memories
When a  young woman found  no pride  in love
And no shame in words of the epitome of  her heart
I have been reminded to mend  the broken strings
To make  right my wrongs
And if  it fits the purpose
i will lift my feet to find him
hmm..fear takes  over
and  i hesitate
do wish me luck

Moon glow magic
Sparkling soliloquy;
Look who's talking?

~~~~~~~~~


Feel fond caress
Stray wind tickles;
Impending rain

~~~~~~~~~


Laughter echoes
Old corridors winding;
Seeking sunlight

~~~~~~~~~


Old school building
Closed for demolition;
Echoes of odd laughter

~~~~~~~~~


Stillness and calm
Columbarium corridors;
Stray souls loiter

~~~~~~~~~


Lovebird sparrows
Chirping sweet nothings;
Bougainvillea branch

~~~~~~~~~


By these corridors
Ancient memories;
Silence once a luxury

~~~~~~~~~


Death owns assets
Urns of ashy remains;
Neat niches in rows

~~~~~~~~~


If only
We knew better;
Debt collector tales

~~~~~~~~~


Joy and sorrow
Moments of madness;
Then we die

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
02 April 2016
Singapore

Morning newsprint
Wet soaking rain;
Bleak news today

~~~~~~~~~


Play school kids
Stare as I pass;
Curious eyes follow

~~~~~~~~~


New age cakery here
Exquisite creations;
Addictive morsels

~~~~~~~~~


Beggar in rags
Face soiled and weary;
Pleads for a meal

~~~~~~~~~


Our society is well-fed
Yet the poor abound;
Poverty of all sorts

~~~~~~~~~


Molasses and coconut cream
Desserts that enchant;
Another round please

~~~~~~~~~


Evening rain pours
Run for cover;
Temporary refuge

~~~~~~~~~


Worst case scenario
Business venture fails;
Try again later

~~~~~~~~~


Cheers! 
One for the road;
Beery ways steer

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
11 February 2015
Singapore

                                              First day in school life
                                           sorrow blue innocent face
                                               one silent next cries

                                                Mom was in tension
                                           sister took care at that time
                                               seen tearing eyes

Two young lovers
Seeing eye to eye;
Ecstatic romance


Promises made
Language of love;
Reality can be harsh


July sun-bathing
Local fruitage surprise:
Durians, mangosteens, rambutans!


Two yellow butterflies
Zigzagging flight path;
Bourgainvillea landing


Sweet nectar sip
Momentary focus;
Long haul to tall casuarina


Old banyan tree witness
School boy quarrels echo;
All gone away


Time passes quickly
So many ambitious kids;
Now preside over meetings


Old school mates 
Chance encounter;
Discuss happenings


Witty old father checks
Vivacious mother tags;
Facebook excursions


Fancy smart phones
Tablets for dummies;
Slow learning curve


Purple flowers
Creeping vines on fence;
Morning salutation


Morning Glory flowers
Here at dawn;
Gone by dusk



Leon Enriquez
23 July 2014
Singapore

Journeys begin
Watch pulse of heart;
Intent conspires


Old Casuarina tree
By school compound;
Witness to history


Stormy morning
Thunder and lightning;
Moody weather lashing


My old school dome
Now a museum;
To cement yesterday


Book shop retreat
Between covers;
Too much to know


Tour agency desk
Brisk bookings;
Now here or somewhere?


Chinatown hotspot
People congregate;
Worship by shopping


Ancestral shrine
We commune here;
Our forebears await


Clogged intersections
Crossroad commentary;
Noisy traffic jam



Leon Enriquez
31 July 2014
Singapore

Marks have been lower
I will do better beyond
Graduate scores high

Russell Sivey

I will graduate Jan 8th 2012 and will enter my graduate program in FebruaryI am excited for the next stage of my lifeAnd my resolution will be to do well in graduate school and soon graduate from graduate school with a master’s degree! I do think I will do well so I believe I will keep my resolution!

Entrant into Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver’s “~New Years Resolution Haiku~” contest

why must i suffer for what i did not
do why does every one have a hang 
over me when all i do is school in
and out of love basking in the wind
sadness is tearing me up inside right now
as my mind is in the wind i can not think
of any one other then you

Round and round they go,
Hands criss-crossed in the middle
Of school yard whirl winds.

all the girls bring one cigarette
discuss pain,drink gin
going back to school day.

Bus stop sensations
Where's the bus?
Tardy connection

~~~~~~~~~


Old contact hearsay
Not much to say;
Silent confrontation

~~~~~~~~~


Frangipani sunrise
Pink, yellow, white --
Magical moments

~~~~~~~~~


Smoky stray wind
Grim echoes;
Stale air descends

~~~~~~~~~


Shoppes in decline
Ancient wares loiter;
No takers

~~~~~~~~~


Evening settles
Noisy commotions fade;
Mahjong excavations!

~~~~~~~~~


By this old quay
Modern face lifts greet;
New watering hole

~~~~~~~~~


New dreams stacked
On old faded sites;
Cool revolution

~~~~~~~~~


Play school toddlers
Exchange play things;
Rude awakenings

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
17 October 2014
Singapore

1st school day EVER!
Wrenna Wrenna Beaux Benna
i know you'll WOW them

proud for you and for 
daddy bird and mama bird
gynormous step here

love the research done
if this is not the best one
try Habibi's Hutch

autumn clouds spill rain-
a piercing school bell rings loud
children flood the streets..

Route of All Evil

Don't like being late
Pay my bills hate to wait
Which they obligate.

Must be better way
For my bills having to pay
I have day by day.

Heard some people shout
What we want is a handout
Will no longer pout.

Now can pay my bills
Even throw in a few thrills
They added welfare.

Was it really fair
No one no longer does care
Hard for them to bare.

Many moan and groan
We want to be left alone
Have job of their own.

To straighten out mess
Relieving all of the stress
Put on a new dress.

Evil has a root
When you will wear a pantsuit
Even if old coot.

She had been hell bent
On being next President
God to us had sent.


Had all of her charms
When welcomed with open arms
We do with school marms

This whole thing ought to
Prove to be quite interesting
With Bill in the wings.

Ho Ho Jim Horn

Cold wrinkled my lips
Breath caroms from school to school,
I have the last laugh
 

The School   (Renku)


halls run with blood, red
brains and flesh smear locker doors
hearts beat the last drop

children creep and hide
a dark shadow haunts the school
bursts of bullets kill 

soft crying stifled
will the nightmare never end?

finally, silence 
except the whispered pleas heard
 to god, to anyone

Here is Another Great Thought 
and Idea from me of course.

Black to school go back
Help pull up some of the slack;
So why blow our stack?

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Cave man writes poems
Six foot six under three hundred
Bearded and balding
No training high school English
I’m having fun none-the-less

                     Graduation  Day
Caps  Gowns -- Smiles  Sounds -- Cheers  Beers  Tears...
               School - Goodbye...Life - Hi!

My own proverb........

"A school without  a library is like a first aid box without medicines"

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

All rights are reserved @ 2017 - Ravi Sathasivam 

Awake from the dream 
look around to find my clock
8 o'clock and sigh 

get ready to go school 
whole time think about school life
heading to the school

my fam's encourage 
but hopeless school's boring classes
study never ends

last hurrah
for the school of fish
a bowl for two


04.19.18

1st place
"Fish" themed
hosted by MTalbot

Tribute

As young as we were, playing in the rain
Totally naked with no hard feelings
We played our hearts out till our parents called
We chase and catch flying insects when the rain stops
The sun shines over our heads even as we sat under trees
Making bags and skirts out of fallen leaves
We play and fight but we fight to make up
You were the best friend I ever had
We ate together,walked to school together and oh yeah we bath together
Even though we saw each other as friends
Our parents calls us husband and wife
At school I never left your side
I help you finish your class work on time
My pencil was your pencil and eraser was your eraser
Some teachers taught we were siblings
Some also said we look alike
It felt like the time never moved 

But its amazing how time flies so quick 
We grew so fast into adults
We were separated by distance
I didn't know where you moved to
If I had known, I would have traveled to you
My heart longed for you
My soul yearned for you
Distance indeed is wicked 
I knew you missed me just as I did
All I had was our childhood photo
I found it difficult to love any other girl
Your memories were inscribed on to my heart
Your name rang in my head all the time

Where ever you are please think about me
I pray we meet again, but where?
If you had informed me, I swear I would have followed you 
I know its never too late to do that but,
I will stay back to tell everyone how we begun our journey
And tell them how painfully you left without informing me
My tears will never stop running down
My heart will never stop grieving 
My life will never stop being useless without you
Death is indeed inevitable
Rest In Peace my friend,my sister, my lover
You were all this to me and I will continue to love you till we meet again.

             #REST_IN_PERFECT_PEACE

Poet: Isaac Asante
©2018

sounds of laughter
and skipping chants
as school bell rings



posted on June 25, 2018

Boy in school bullied
  Thinking about father's guns
someday they will be sorry

scissors in hand
mom giving haircuts outdoors
eve of first school day



posted on June 2, 2018

small fishes school splash
submerging deep in the stream
in quiet sunset













For haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mick Talbot
April 18, 2018

in early spring
the sound of marbles
against school walls



posted in June, 2018

Come and dine with the president
Even to the poor estate residents
Where foodstuffs are bargained with rodents
in hunger maternity we were patients 

Come let's dine in aso rock
where no asshole rocks
where the poor turn to ducks
Even where the money coughs
The mass themselves look like cocks
They also made themselves hawks.

Come and dine in his jet, private
where cursory luxury turned their climate
Our voiceless voices stood as primates.

I want to dine with the president
so I can ignore 'n' trample on residents.
The poor,mass and the downcast
Like they do, their faeces to our face,cast
They eat by dropping sit
drink from a standing pit.

Come and lie with the president
contingents 'n' steals many jets
conposed themselves to be execu-thieves
Always there to do the judi-sharing
Went to school of legisla-chop
kleptomaniacy as the highest chief
Feigned 'n' deceitful promises to our hearing
The voiceless,we the powerless have nothing else
We stood at their gate with our plates, foodieless
Cried for our share until we went cryless
Fought here 'n' there but we were powerless
I know we spoke n spoke but we were voiceless.
Join me let's dine with the president.