Waiting for my SIM

A new phone I’ve got,
Which cost quite a lot,
For no doubt it was not,
Bought on sale.
The chances are slim.
The prospects are grim,
For my SIM being in,
Today’s mail.
Should I call to say,
Is my SIM on its way?
Can you send it today,
Without fail?
They’ll hear my plea,
Maybe feel sympathy,
But alas, it will be,
No avail.
And I’m feeling glum,
For again nothing’s come,
And my SIM travels on,
Speed of snail.

Here are some interesting facts about the number 37…

…in honor of it being my 37th birthday. 🙂

“It is a prime number, the fifth lucky prime, the first irregular prime, the third unique prime and the third cuban prime of the form.”

Now, I know what a prime number is but I have no idea what the rest of that stuff is. I’m especially curious about the “cuban prime” and find myself wondering if it’s Numero Uno de Cuba, Fidel Castro?

Probably not.

“It’s the normal human body temperature in degrees Celsius.”

Very useful information, indeed.

“New General Catalog (NGC 37) is a lenticular galaxy located in the Phoenix constellation. It is approximately 42 kiloparsecs (137,000 light-years) in diameter and about 12.9 billion years old.

Here’s a picture of it:

Here’s a closeup of something really far away

37 is also:

“The number of plays William Shakespeare is thought to have written (counting Henry IV as three parts).”

“The [former] international dialing code of the German Democratic Republic (aka East Germany)”

“Kevin Smith’s Clerks’ Dante Hicks’ girlfriend Veronica’s number of former boyfriends with whom she performed fellatio.”

(Thanks, Wikipedia)

Negative Memories

Stuffed in envelopes
and shoved in boxes.
Buried in a cemetery
of negative memories.
Imprints exhumed
of forgotten flashes
and long lost positives.
From the negatives
emerge resurrected images.
Like headstone rubbings
reminders of something
that once lived
but is now dead.

Still the Same

In one week now,
Or slightly less,
I will be thirty-seven.
Although I feel,
The same as when,
I was only eleven.
I’m still that child,
Withdrawn and shy,
And awkward and unsure.
Still wondering,
Am I good enough?
I’m just as insecure.
I thought by now,
I’d be more cool.
More bold, more confident.
But alas, I’m not.
I’m still the same.
But I’m okay with it.

In One Place

London is a place,
For everything.

And everything,
In one place.

And everyone,
From every place,
And every,
Human race.

For diplomats,
And bureaucrats,
Amusing hats,
And welcome mats.
For dogs and cats,
And even rats.

For everything,
And everyone.
It may be big,
And loud,
And overdone,
And leave one
Feeling overcome.
Just keep calm,
And carry on.

Sit down.
Take it easy.
Drink some tea.

And I fall apart again…(a note from a former student)

I don’t know what to say. First of all; thank you for everything. Thank you for helping me achieve a B on my CAE exam, thank you for always being so understanding and kind and thank you for being so patient with me, haha. I just don’t know what to say, really. For me, and for most of us 2nd years, you have been a big part of the school. I know that you will be extremely missed by all of us, and the school is going to be so empty without you. It’s so sad, I’m really going to miss you!

Lots of love,

let go

let go
let go

just let it go

and let it be

for it is done

And nothing
can be done

to change it

they’ve let me go

decided they don’t
need me

i’ll survive

but I still

cannot believe
i won’t be there

to see you smile

to hear you laugh

to see your faces
light up with joy

to talk to you

to listen to you

to help you

i was your teacher

you were my happiness

and my frustration

but they don’t need me

though I think
you still need me

but I won’t be there
to share your triumphs

you may miss me

but soon i’ll be
no longer
in your memory

you’ll let go
of me

for it is done

just let it be

and let it go

let go
let go

No Words: dedicated to the graduating class of 2012

I’m a poet.
You all know it.
But I have no words.

It may sound absurd,
And a little cliche,
But I have no words,
Only feelings today.
I wanted to write something,
Special for you.
Something funny, profound,
Inspirational too.
But the moment is here,
You’re going away.
I feel like there’s so much,
I wanted to say.
But these few little rhymes,
These thoughts of mine,
Aren’t enough to sum up,
All the good and bad times.

But you know it,
And I know it.

It’s hard to have no words,
When you’re a poet.

Self Pity

No papers to grade.
No lessons to teach.
With summer just,
‘Round the corner,
And just within reach.
I’ve marked every test.
Even organized my desk.
Yet, I’m here.
Woe as me.
Getting paid,
To write poetry.