Assembly Poems

Standing at the head of the spacious hall, Miss Smith addressed the whole assembled school; Fixing the crowd with a firm, fluid eye, Silent tears rolled as she began to cry: “Our young Mark Newell, from Year Eleven, Has now,

In all schools, there is assembly conn Which directs the class or school yon Expectations of all – trustee – the swan: Choosing topics and teachers from Taiwan. Keeping updates is teacher’s duty since eon So is the assembly to

Been working for 31 years and never been to a union meeting to vote on anything other than up on a contract or for a strike the strike is remembered with shame and confusion, no one even asks no one

My father’s hands big as thirteen inch radials knuckles thick like good tread cover more miles than the road we’re on driving south to Shiloh, south to his hometown I’m along to steer free of ditches roadside stands slapped shut

There’s an empty hole Left behind Heartache and sorrow are entwined In every action, thought and feeling I have A big part is missing since you have passed Sadness tainting memories with lost hope Externally showing to all I can

Always but especially in times of dark, encroaching space, my hope alights and leans on an enduring faith in the human spirit and the myriad illumined pockets of kindness and enlightened thought. They are as the stars in a night

Standing on a beam, shrine: holding a black dawn, my phoenix roving on dark river. The bell still clangs; I hear the footsteps. A weird thought spreads out on peripherals, makes holes, the undone communiqué of a war between knuckles;

Looking beyond the window I always wanted to shut my eyes. No sky could hold my head. I did’t want to see the innocent smiles vanishing from the moulded faith. The smell of burning leaves waftes through the catacomb of

I feel like the mist – drifting through the air, With no purpose but to fog your vision while you stare, Then dissipate when the sun breaks through, Nowhere to go or be – something you once knew, So insignificant

SPIRIT GUIDE if you are near me, I pray you will show me the way. SPIRIT GUIDE if you can hear me give me a sign today! I wanna breathe your breath of wisdom deep into my soul. Touch me

I stand by the mirror, And lo, I stand framed, till my breath Moistens the glass And I live again To face up the inadequacies That fall in line for me To adorn one after the other Over a sheepish

Eight kisses of death and I am alive My chest is still bleeding Come brother, come, stitch my wounds. What shall we believe, rebirth or life after death? Both are study of wasteland. To speak through angels is difficult these

Weird are the roads of life oh dear. Some are straight and some are full of fear. Rough roads will take you to your destination and near. The easy ones will always bring bad luck and cheer. Roads of life

When the leftover rain fills a puddle! A special smell , I come across when I huddle Through the window ,I see dew drops like shiny pearls Smiling in red,green and yellow It’s none other than the mighty flowers When

To end up alone in a world full of pain Where life has become just a cold dark refrain To drift along on the cold dark tracks On maps of a mind that is fading to black A face; a

Hark! There is no saint Without days of yore And there is no sinner Without a bright future. The best appraiser is the past If wish to unlearn bad conduct And is one of the best teachers If wish to

Happiness is a lie when all you do is cry. What’s the use for you to try. Broken parts, shattered hearts feeling it before it starts. But oh how you laugh and smile in the crowds Your mother must be

Well I can see the golden Falcon of Edfu circling Abydos tonight in the shadow of a blue moon, I can feel the cool, cool desert winds walking the three star path of the Jackal back to Giza again pulling

Lately you act like I’m a body, not a person. It chills my bones and ice crystals huddle in the marrow. I crawl into the nostalgic warmth of what was but all I hit is the black and blue of

Sometimes you realise you’re stronger than you thought, In hindsight you can surely see, The person that you are and all but had forgot, Lost sight of the person you could be. No matter in life whatever dragged you down,

I have dipped my fingers in the blood of the victim and asked for the version of the surgeon. The precocious death? Do I need another witness? Who was trapped under the fallen tree? Only the passer – by was

  Effervescent is the youth Making a merry recall Innocent is the child Seeking treasure in all Placid is the thought When I stare in oblivious Wind whispers tenderly Wet sand my feet caress Waves lash to and fro Making

Wet cheeks and bruised heart, Words that tore the being apart, Betrayal and treachery part of the game, Acts that put love to shame. Broken promise and shattered dream, Lies that stole the gleam, Shutting of ears, could not stop

A skylight begins the apartheid in ironed out differences. At the shores skulls have reappeared. Blue flames were eating away the green carbon of the dying giants. Fake photosynthesis was canning the skimmed breeze in books and encapsulated euthanasia was

Human relations are complex in nature Relationships may sway extremes from in separable to invisible It takes years to understand and feel comfortable with each other It takes a moment to destroy the love and faith that was built over

What I would tell you, only if I could I would tell you that I love you in the morning, over our morning coffee I would tell you that I love you, through a text, to see when we could

Let me die alone in deep, Perhaps, I may take a breath, Don’t see me with hate and hope, Perhaps, I may live. Since, thee don’t know my pains, So, have not a jot of rains, I have a lot

Dusk to dawn, Life goes on. Be strong, For life is long. Life is a daily battle, We must face without a rattle. Life is full of treasure, If you use the right measure. Life has wonderful themes, For those

There are so many things that happen, Some things are too subtle And some too apparent. Some, however insignificant, bring immense joy And some, no matter how big, make us cry Small gestures Simple words And great pleasures Silences that

Be ware of those hungry eyes and greedy hands of the neighboring uncles, distant brothers, teachers and unknown grandpas!! Your innocent hearts do not know the secret pleasures of these seeming elders in respectable guise. Their dark desire coils feverishly

A love story so bold Must be elegantly told A story I must tell When love was really well If it can be measured Love must be treasured In the cold or in the heat Love is sweet Love can

How I wish you were there To share with me the glow of the morning sun To listen to the birds twitter And the leaves rustle in the trees. How I wish you were there, when I Prepare to face

There sits a geisha along The shore When will love arrive; the ocean her tears have cried Awaiting the sound of Orr like arms to paddle through Melancholy puddle. Her hair shimmers ebony Awaiting a love that crosses the sea

View of the mountains,sipping coffee early in the morning, This morning I am glad to have your company. Lately people look at me in daze and ask me to stop hallucinating, But I don’t remember being without you,not even inn

An empty chair on an abandoned balcony must be bored. It goes into the dressing room, sits on the floor in front of a silent mirror, and asks her colorful landlady to sit on top of it, so that they

Give me some time to live, with the possibility of oscillating between temporal and spiritual feel. I have already exhausted my age behind the spiked doors. I was longing to meet myself today, to find the throw back. Which of

Gather ’round me, man of grace! For a truth I must confess. And if I lie, this sunny day, Let night forever shroud my way! I’m not a liar, though I’m a thief. I stole a flower in my sleep.

what has become of me in this land of nonsense where I trivialize myself for the notion called love why do I expect what is not to be why do I desire what is not mine why do I seek

I’m a twisted echo In a suicidal prayer, Toxic, dark, and damp Empty thoughts, a musical despair. Demon’s start to whisper softly In an eerie yet, enchanted lullaby, A need to numb the pain within me I dance with the

Green, glistening eyes Like beautiful emeralds They must be jewels in disguise Mischeivous, daring smile Laughing at her and looking all the while Sense of humour Never fails to beguile. Accepting her for who she is That is all she

Man of few words, He scars his badge of honor kept himself a shield of neglect, holding onto tears that dripped no longer an ode sang the orientals ” ‘t was summers of an ancient time, He had visions of

One Life, one Fate, one Love… That one-time, ravishing, sudden love, peeling the layers of years lived in apathy, finally reaching your soul; Times, when you were anonymous to yourself, walking hollow and weary in penumbra of your life; And