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

We transferred… From cages in reality, To cages of the mind. Stuck in a mindset. Where someone owes you something. Instead of working for it, You blame others for your misfortune. “The White Man” kept me from getting this or

Once, eyes did spoke for the inner being Then, gestures spoke and the grin, Her words filled our vacant spot Then, actions did what words could not. Hoped to stay like this forever and ever With you in me, me

The pomegranate burst apart in a shower of purple-red spray and blunt red teeth disproving the chic appeal of white upholstery we cleaned the crime scene long hours on our knees soaking cloths with tart white vinegar and dabbing away

I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows. I am who I am from my head to my toes. I tend to get loud when speaking my mind. Even a little crazy some of the time. I’m not a

She knows how I feel, She know that its real..! But fate knows it better, Of what it has to cater..!! Chaos reigns in this love, Circumstances written from above..! We hope to change it, But dare not disrupt it..!!

Oh my dear Life why do you change your colour so often ? Why do you ware the mask as often ? You shower once in a while a Little of happiness You rain Bountiful of sorrow most of the

The rain clouds rushed in dark rage Shapeless masses, swollen and drunk Sudden outpour of a pearly lace Raindrops weaving me a precious sight. Lo, from blissful loom, the warp of heaven Threading through each coconut palm Spinning live yarns

“Before the Sun rose today I woke up feeling heavy in an unusual way Aware of the date and its significance No time to ponder, had to prep for work, don’t wanna be late As I clocked in at the

While writing a poem I make a blood hole in my hand. A walnut face opens the wrinkles to find a jade green nephrite for colicky times. A prelude to a death sentence for profane thoughts. You think, you can

They give him fruit He hits them with axe. They give him shade He vandalizes the rest. They purify the air For him to breathe in, He sheds their leaves Making them cry within. They give him water To quench

I am one of many, Born different and yet the same My blood is red And my bones can break But to some I’m just a number A name Labeled by doctors In their eyes I’m not the same I

Why must you lure me so? You bewitching jewel, your radiant skin is only matched by the glint in your eyes. Your hair cascades down your shoulders with More conviction than the most splendid waterfall, But after all this, do

The years in front are Now shorter than the Ones behind. I lay awake At night, wondering how It will end. It will be sudden, Or not sudden, obviously. A long decline into madness? That’ll do me. Loss of hair,

When depression laugh in my ears Pain and suffering awaits me I take a walk along the sandy beach The purple brightness at the horizon which appears when the sun takes a deep dip in the sea make my mind

Hear me Lord as I pray Going out on patrol today Weapons loaded, gear on my back I am ready for any attack Walking through towns on patrol Ready for a fight to unfold Hear me Lord as I silently

And the years end to which end! Walking into the mist Trying to find life in a gist Exposed in the nights of yesterday Prancing in the lights of today Freedom we seek Our hearts we speak, We, the ones

Dear father, Have you seen your daughter lately? You are missing a lot. You have missed a gamut of Her cuteness. I see her daily in my classroom, And she is growing into A wonderful young lady. She is smart.

My pal in pain I know what you’re going through, but never forget my mate the chief difference between distance and separation. There, you cry at your home and here, I feel downhearted in mine. Feeling an awkward distance in

At evenings, Sun puts off her light as usual and goes behind a curtain woven by sea, rock and trees, so to have a break. Meanwhile, those with black heads and scattered hair go to warm themselves at the ember

When I sit alone and reminisce I constantly think of what I miss The years have gone so quick somehow Memories of you, so distant now Unanswered questions still linger on…. Why did you do it? Why not confide in

Old hawk swoops down on a tree, waits for a drama to enact soon. First sun makes a wake-up call, small insects flock in green field, they dance and sing and have breakfasts. Tiger-bug is hungry too. He arrives, gets

When I see you, I have a smile As being with you makes my living worth a while When I see you you No words can describe the warm feeling I get that fills me inside When I see you

Dying daily in eternity for it to be, a tear drop held all the pain of life. You were lost in words, between the phrases time was in, time was out. The color, the theme was fading, a seduced century

Plethora of other’s misery too afflicts in some form Improbable to brave fury stuck in eye of the storm Setting right all courses own turns terribly wrong With tide stuck in vortex best let go to flow along Untying few

Like a moth to a burning flame, I keep getting burnt One feather at a time. I wonder how many more I can burn. Ask me my favourite colour And I’ll tell you It’s the colour of cinder just before

Your eyes are red Bruises are blue Your nose has bled With blood so true Your hands are calloused With sweaty smell you reek All about these I fussed As I would kiss your cheek

So what does it take? Me succeeding for you to care Is success a reason to stay Or is the lack of it an excuse to abandon me I thought we were family Yes by blood but it’s more than

We Start every morning like the old Silver Fox We get out of breath putting on our socks We look in the mirror and make such a fuss there’s two old people looking back at us We stumble to the

They will not come down with branding iron and bobbing stings. Instead. we will walk down the earth, to meet the silence in half-lit homes of enemies. This poverty of pause and peeling off from giants of fences. I send

There is a thread so slender, connecting mother and child together, For eternity it will hold them fast,forever and ever it will last As the days and months and years go by, some things will make you happy, others will

Twelve thousand days ago, give or take a few I tried counting up the seconds in a year But the numbers got out of hand, wouldn’t stay in line Wouldn’t act like numbers are supposed to I kept making mistakes,

With all the affliction I lie here with my eyes closed And tears rolling down cheeks. My head throbbing with atrocious heeds and my heart burning with hatred for her. I want to forget all the pain she had left

A dowry for a princess was a city called BOMBAY with green fields, open spaces lakes and seas, tramcars that were a child’s delight horse-carts drawn by liveried men the streets were clean, wide and green with cobbled footpaths dotting

what lies inside is what scares most as i am not normal i am but a ghost. withen my chest lies a burning desire burning at degrees almost not fathemable that rise to a million degrees, my chest pounds every

If one could tour my place of birth They would notice a place where time stood still Then they would see a place of humble simplicity If one could spend one night in the house where I was born No

A home full of poltergeists doesn’t sleep. Lights turn on, off, bulbs blow, glass Like shrapnel shreds soles until swept up. But the linoleum stays stained and the stains Shift and fade to resemble faces, fade again. Leaving only the

I’ve got these friends called Sree and Pri They always make me Tulsi green tea A technical wizard that is Sree His yogi looks Deceive even me Always connected and never offline Sree always somehow Finds the time Meanwhile Pri

Words go unspoken, more often than they should My love for you is real, but it is often misunderstood Sometimes I feel lost, like a ship that sails off course The stars have closed their eyes; I have lost my