Best Rote Poems
Turning,
Merging,
Braking,
Swerving.
Dreaming
of a
different
life,
a different
place,
a different
time.
Blinking,
Blaring,
Crashing,
Burning.
How did I get here?
We say it, Victor kinda asked about it
And it's nothing new, not a surprise
The prayer God welcomes warmly
Is how Jesus taught (Gospels; Matthew's)
EXPLANATION:
1. Jesus's disciples asked in Mark 11:1-2, lord teach us to pray .... They were good Jews & observed feasts & sacrifices at the temple ( in Jerusalem) but why ask Jesus?
2. Jesus prayed to Abba Father before any decision; even the famous feeding of multitudes with one boys lunch ...Jesus offered prayers as if doing Communion. The disciples saw, observed & experienced the power Jesus got through prayer. They wanted more than RELiGION could give.
3. We all need to learn how to pray & worship, " in spirit and in truth." Jesus told this to tradition bound Jews & Samaritan's in John 4. Still. He said the Holy SPIRIT would complete his teaching (John 16:7-13). So, we ask & tell this problem to the Spirit: Holy SPIRIT of God, teach me to pray in ways that please God.
Thank you Victor B., and PS for this opportunity. I didn't know how to pray ... But learning verses from the bible is my shortcut to prayer. Quoting God's words back to him. In that way, I won't stray too far from His will. Shalom shalom & amen
Memory records
All sorts of stuff
Some beyond recall
A watcher sees
All happenings
Stores all in secret
Not one thing is lost
Even those hidden acts
Unremembered nuances
This brilliant library
Buried deep within
Stores all transactions
Such profound secrets
Shame, guilt and regrets
All kept in lost archives
This fabric of consciousness
Vivid living experiences
Woven into timeless memory
Rote remembers mundane
But that is just a minor bit
All else is memory unforgettable
To overcome life
Go beyond rote memory
Immerse in formlessness
Leon Enriquez
04 September 2014
Singapore
At the front row gain a flag off,
as compared to them in the back.
So the life underdogged,
starting by the rulers.
Zig zagging through a bulk of them,
maneuvered without wings.
I’m gonna bonk at 15 miles.
So life is bonked, trying suck all of the drops.
Gotta slow down as life rotes.
The pace slaps in head, hallucinate the finish line.
As life dreams of the dead, when the gold is ironed.
Soft ivory pages, crisp and new.
Insulated from the world's harsh truths,
Snuggled in the comfort of rote learning, it waits.
Protected from challenging ideas,
Camouflaged as a bastion of knowledge,
Ignoring sounds of a changing world outside.
Each lesson absorbed, concepts released,
The slightest spark of curiosity dimmed,
Minds anchored to standardised forms.
Slow to evolve, the system creaks.
Returning to the safety of metrics,
Covered in a shroud of false contentment.
Coal-dark ink scans the ledger,
Nourished by the currency of test scores,
Effortless, true learning slips into the abyss.
A place where wisdom once flourished,
Embraced by the essence of inquiry,
Now mechanical, measured, misguided.
We too must remember,
The embrace of knowledge's true essence,
Living beyond the melting ivory tower.
If we crammed their heads with facts and dates,
Ignoring sparks and curious states,
Would learning ever truly take root?
Children, not clay, for us to sculpt and boot.
Tolerance, not rote, a lesson grand,
Understanding hand in accepting hand.
"Unfold" their minds, like petals in the sun,
Let wonder bloom, the learning race has begun.
Happiness, the compass, guiding true,
Engagement's flame, where knowledge breaks anew.
Education, life itself, a vibrant dance,
Not just a prep, a future's given a chance.
The teacher fades, a silent, guiding star,
The student shines, reaching ever far.
From child to man, a thread unseen,
Curiosity, the fuel, a fire keen.
"Tell, teach, involve," a learning rhyme,
Play's the key, to unlock the mind's sublime.
It is a journey, not a stop, with winding ways,
Reading's map, to unknown, wondrous days.
Doubt's a seed, that questions help to sow,
Curiosity is the path where wisdom flows.
Follow the spark, the child's inner flame,
Mistakes are the steps, in learning's sacred game.
Wonder's the wrap, a gift to hold so dear,
A teacher's touch, that echoes far and near.
Education, the weapon, strong and bright,
To change the world, and set the future right.