NaPM April 29 2014

[milo]

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.

Topic 29: write a poem inspired by taking a class.
Form : any
Line requirements: 8 lines or more

Questions?

[Erthona]

.

I had a professor who was more than a fool,
if you were a pretty young girl he was a tool.
He would say “prostrate” when referring to a gland,
a science apostate, plus his lectures were bland,
he meant “prostate”, as his notes said in his hand.
A gland that could be probe by finger or thumb,
if you were willing to stick it up someone’s bum.
A fact you’d not learn in the class of professor Dumb!

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[ChristopherSea]

Males and females pass on equivalent amounts
of genetic material to offspring, but their fusion
occurs in the nucleus of the female ovum. Therefore,
the sperm body (cell) dies, there is no cellular
contribution from males. Only the woman's ovum
provides cellular factors and it is her cell that develops
into new life under the direction of male/female DNA.

-human biology-


Reborn of Woman

I come bearing genetic material,
a pilgrim seeking sanctuary
in your realm; a transient
nucleus in your universe
of cell, rolling with micelles,
adrift in the isotonic milieu
of you. From outer reaches
of your plasma membrane,
I glide microtubules,
crawl actin filaments.
My goal, your nuclear pore,
where we shall fuse.

I accept
my humble close
in your womb
and homeostatic rebirth
within your motherly cocoon.
I don’t fear leaving my body,
secure in the knowledge
that you will nurture
and cultivate our child;
your reason in life,
my purpose
in death.

[cidermaid]

101 – to a would be biker chick

Dear Jan,
I’m impressed that at thirty six you want to be a biker chick.
I understand you’ve got a lid and suitably kitted, fit and slick,
you need to know some etiquette. First the good news,
alopecia is cool, wear a bandana (it’s not a scarf!); plain blue
or black - that Paisley one you have will do. Your penchant for pale
coloured wigs will serve you well – plait long tresses in pigtails.

Great, you have the gear your man has a bike and a beard,
but understand to be his bird you will live in constant fear
of slighting his first love. That bike is his everything, his life
on cold nights it will be in the lounge, along with a flick knife,
his boots and leathers, the spare chain, the oil he drained
...just in case, spare gloves, a visor and various tools. Any claims
made for some space, will be met with blank incomprehension;
don’t bitch or complain at an oil stain if she needs new suspension.

Having sorted the bike and her man into your domestic plan,
you should attend to that crucial first meet with his gang.
Don’t worry as a rule they are all very mannerly – old school
blokes open doors and buy drinks and occasionally act the fool.
Biker chicks are different fish, twice as quick to slap or kick;
I guess it’s just pent up jealousy – spray on jeans and lipstick
is never going to win over a red Ducati eight four eight,
a Testastretta eleven engine with wet clutch as his date.

How you mount counts! You have long legs, but if he has a top box,
(Oh the shame of it!) you will have to master the step and drop.
First prime your man, place a hand on the shoulder and squeeze
at the nod, put your foot on the peg, then step up and freeze
the pose for a second, before swinging the other leg up and over
reach for the other shoulder to steady, before you gently lower.
Moving off, try to aim for an air of sitting in your favourite armchair,
hands on knees or you can go for the lovers hug, but keep such affairs
light-hearted. Enjoy the view but remember your head is just ballast,
It weighs three pounds so take care on corners to keep things steadfast.
Lastly the pillion hand brake is situated, just below the belly bar handle
firmly slide your hand down, it only takes a light touch – don’t overly manhandle!

[Keith]

Before the white boards

You don’t forget a covalent bond
when pupils are dressed as beach balls,
and tectonic plates are easy to grasp
when desks dived a continent.

But Billy Bentham
had a pub lunch
and came back with greasy lips,
ready to burst and beat the shit
out of any would be noise maker,
rule breaker, I wasn't a chance taker.

So I sat and watched
the playing field crows
meeting at the murder.
Dodging the borrowed shorts brigade
skulking off for a bike shed smoke,
with pale legs and black plimsolls
a flat footed 1500 meter cough.

Others went to Malham cove
so they could recall a limestone pavement,
categorise real rock samples,
with home made hammers,
too precious to throw away
like the memories they still keep,
nearly thirty years later.

But Billy Bentham had a bulbous nose,
riddled with tiny red veins,
each one swimming in whiskey,
the fumes were monotone
that killed inflection,
dictated daily from a syllabus bed time book.
He was easily mistook,
for a teacher.

[ellajam]

The classroom always suffocates
me, windows urging me to flee,
to leave behind the iron gates
and wander life and library.
Adventures and new subjects wait
for me to nibble, poke and test;
some entree ready, some just bait,
I move on or become obsessed.
My stacks of books are piled high,
they teach as much as any class
but aren't able to supply
a needed swift kick in the ass.
The PigPen's there when I show up
in PJs, with my coffee cup.

[KerouacJack]

I really like this. Depicts the classroom that the majority of us all remember from our childhood. It's vivid and cohesive well done!

[ellajam]

I really like this. Depicts the classroom that the majority of us all remember from our childhood. It's vivid and cohesive well done!

This is a fun page. I like the varied styles, though there's a bitter taste in all but Chris's. AJ, really fun and interesting detail. Chris, beautiful take on it, I really appreciated it this read around. Dale and Keith, yeah, I never got how students could tolerate the fools in exchange for a crack at the good ones. Keith, I particularly liked plimsolls, I great word for what we just called hitops or sneakers.

Nice job at what was the end of a long month.

[2fargone]

Taking classes should be fun right?
Graduating early should be good right?
Never have i been more wrong
Taking classes is tiring and stressful
even on top of other things like practice for sports and family
Graduating early means that u will get out of
high school and wont c ur friends every day all day
Taking classes is supost to help u become smarter ina an area
yet it also is a time to have some fun with ur peers
Graduating is a time to look back on your four years with these people
and say to urself
"that was great"
If taking classes means that i lose valuable time with the people i care about
I dont want to take classes

[Korbas]

Many mistakes of harming alls way.
Being delegated the eater while a sin keeper.
Identity always solidified.
These bones grey scream for life.
What I would give to touch without destruction.
No one openly invites unless ready.
Then its out of my sympathy.
There is no warmth where I go.
Selfish actions of touch only lead to the good.
This is where I go wrong.
More hate what it is I am.
Never will they understand,
Im just wanting to hold your hand.
Cause in this world I live,
I know all.
Just want to make sure you reach the next flight home.
These black clothes worn to be hidden.
Only cause my smile is grim.
Always in the end of the sow.
Im a reaper.


This is what I felt like in most classes.