Word Expo Poems

all written in 2007

1 Words:
* erudite
* flatmate
* host
* ran
* salp
* stomach
* study

The daily life of a procrastinating student
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I cannot concentrate, with an empty stomach
Food makes me become erudite.
A host of words, I have to study
Like a gelatinous salp, I feel inside.

I ran to the kitchen, a few minutes ago
Time ticking on as I procrastinate
A dictionary, encyclopedia and varsity textbooks
I think I'll go and check on my flatmate...

I have now had my fill and socialized
Took an hour of power nap and slept
I think I feel ready to pick up my books
Oh, No, I have only thirty minutes left!

2 Words:

* drunk
* dungeon
* float
* goitre
* swallowing
* truth

poem 1
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completely drunk, drunk completely
com drunk pletely
ob liv ious
the buzz the numbness,
occasionally REALITY (I love you honey!)
bursting IN (Come here Sweetie Pie)
as I float
com Pletey Ob livious to
the Ruth, Truth, Tooth
did I say that Already?
My life, HELLO? My sweety pie is grown?
Swallowing this truth,
I reach instead for another sip
This freedom I think I feel, I float, enjoy
Completely, pletely? Unaware,
of The dungeon I am in.

From glory to glory, the truth remains...
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Five years old, swinging my arms and my whole body around and around till I'm completely drunk. Attempting to walk in a straight line, only to fall on the floor dizzy and laughing till my stomach hurt. Sleeping over at cousins and grandma's as my mom got her thesis done.

Nine years old, the neighbour's kids would come over, and a whole parallel world existed in our garden. Twigs turned into swords, sand into magic dust, little boys into knights and our old tree in front, the dungeon we all feared when taken captive. These were happy and sad days, with laughs and tears over grazed knees, and broken teeth, and the icelolly van driving down the road. Mmmmm...

At twelve, the hot summers would find us diving in the neighbour's pool, jumping in the deep side, doggy paddling, back float, surfboard at the base, "Who can stay underwater the longest?", the only form of entertainment that eased the heat and calmed our emotions...

At fourteen, just beginning high school, a ball of nerves and totally out of place. Fears of lice and goitres, threatening to ruin my image, yet at the same time not wanting to party to the extreme with all the added things that go with it, just to fit in. Not here, not there, I hated Mondays and lived for weekends to be with the friends who accepted me for who I am.

At seventeen, I found myself swallowing many tots to drown the emotions and hurts I found myself in. On the outside I was cool, popular friend. At the right place, the right time with the right clothes and drink in my hand. Handsome men, popular clubs, loud, crazy, funny... But on the inside completely empty, lonely, questioning all I see around me.

At nineteen, my first taste of truth, and have never turned back. Made some major mistakes in my twenties, losing so much of me, losing so many friends, yet never losing that truth, which found me, and rebuilt alot and still builds the broken parts in me.

How I loved my childhood! But even more so how I love knowing that wherever I find myself, whatever season, whatever age, whatever storm, whatever success, I am not alone, nor is each phase unable to be used to shape me and remake me into an even more beautiful person, than I was before that season. I am changed from glory to glory and despite all that falls away in my life, the truth remains.

3 Words:
* bin
* forbidden
* misunderstanding
* prong
* vivid


Opposite Directions - Who knows?
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They had known each other for years and years, on different sides of the fence, yet both longing to cross the great divide or at least meet each other half way.
As children, they played without a care in the world, without grasping ideologies and theologies and non religiousities that are now etched between them. Hardly spoken about but still there...

He a professor and guru in his field of expertise, analytically proving theories and theorems. She a teacher and lover of all things good and God. Thirty years ago, bestest of friends, today an occasional polite "How do you do?" before rushing off to the next appointment or prayer meeting, and also rushing off before memories of the misunderstanding that parted them arises.

To him, her life an existense of rules, and the forbidden, holding her back from vivid life she could experience without the chains of religion. To her, his life of calculations, and experiments, and theories taught as fact, his life and existence to disprove any evidence, yet built on a lack of evidence, she was puzzled yet saddened by his faith in only himself.

One conversation only deepened the divide.

"You need Him, Please, listen, turn from your life of sin...Dont allow satan to hold you back from what God has for you!"
"A little devil with a prong? Ha Ha! To the bin with your beliefs"

Two walk away, angered, hurt, split... A little bit of hope that the other would come to their senses, longing to reach out yet both taking a step back to protect their hearts from each other. How different were they really? So very different, Yet so the same...

Only time would ease the hurt, or provide answers to the questions that arose. If her God was who she said he was, he'd be big enough to reveal himself to a professor who had long ago put aside stories of tooth fairies, Santa Clause and Jesus. And if there were no God, she would come to her senses...

Is there an answer? Do the two walk their seperate way forever. Do they find common ground? Does her God find him? Does she wake up and find she was dreaming? Only time will tell as they allow the pages to be turned to a new chapter in their lives, and the truth, is revealed.

To be Continued...