Cozy Courage
Ok Hard
Mediocre Alive
Fine Learning
Old Level up
Regular Energy
Tame New
Acceptable Growth
Boring Expansive
Lazy
Easy
Imagine this,
I put up like this,
There is no end to it,
The night came in,
The creeps give the chills,
I wonder how to feel,
It is the sequel,
The storyline is captivating,
Very eye-catching,
The movie Serpent is in search,
For a more dramatic and chaotic impact,
In this hour of darkness,
I can still feel the sensational,
Of going on an adventurous journey,
Is this a survey,
Or a rental one,
I could be someone,
Looking through and through,
I spotted a feline,
Of a different kind,
I don't mind,
Give me the sign,
The next blockbuster in line.
education is more challenging now than it was twenty-five years ago
Many young teachers are running from the profession
They optimistially thought that children would listen and learn
Many want to learn, but they cannot hear over constant classroom chatter
a plethera of provocative persistant children today know their rights,
Think they are on the same level of the teacher or a notch above
Their parents do not take them anywhere that requires silence
They are used to constant noise - botta bing, botta bing, botta bing
The only time some students listen is when teachers play a cartoon video.
Many are playing a lot of cartoons now, a reward for completing a lesson.
Today's teachers are not as entertaining as tablets or cell phones.
Education is more challenging and schools serve three meals a day.
Because parents are busy with electronics, feeding children is boring.
Everyday I challenge myself to do better than the day before
Mind enticed to rhyme-
poetry had challenged me,
" Checkmate. " Said Haiku.
Pushing through backward thinking's grasp,
Unraveling minds, unearthing the past,
Breaking chains that bind, refusing to conform,
With courage as our guide, can humanity weather these storm's?
Innovation blooms when we challenge the norm,
Embracing new ideas, our spirits transform,
Shattering barriers, forging a path so bold,
In the dance of progress, we're a tale untold.
Together we march, against the tides we fight,
For a future enlightened, where free minds can finally take flight.
high marrangle peaks
baked to toasty perfection –
fresh aquafaba
The bonus layer of filth
Coating the experiential asphalt
Native to this smitten land
Where you either
Accelerate or exacerbate
For the bulls run hard here
In clever, desperate ways
When stacked two or six to a room Hoodies line the highways and runways Because bad hair days
Attempts to stay warm
And inconspicuous strutting
Make sense for this first dew
After a Christmas sunset
Humanity yawning
Some obligated to grind
As the sun turns again
To wonder
Where wander is the most
That many can afford.
(12/26/17)
My demons I fight,
For my Lord, every day
They sit in waiting
In the dark places for me.
My plight shall I ride,
For my Lord, in every way
These demons bring up thoughts
But my strengths in my Lord sway
That is where I won my fall.
The depressions:
Come at me in madness
Along with it
Is it evil, for sure?
Not sure I can
Take much more
At times it makes me
Want to puke
When I can't find a door.
A door out of this place,
Of depressing, crushing
Feelings it leaves.
Sure is a bunch of sadness
I'm not willing to relive it.
I need to get out,
But it seems
It's my life
Even though I to encase
And see this with doubt.
Snoring
A process
So natural and uncontrolled
Telling people
You're asleep and defendless
You're so innocent
And arrogance
A character so volatile
Telling people
Your peer groups
Your colleagues
Your boss
You're challenging
Dangerous and unwelcome
Inviting openly
Unforcasted enmity
I
Humans are not candles, but patterns - of light
II
Molecules, energy & photons allow air, nutrients to stream through us
III
Our eyes can't see what's streaming through us; yet we are the Universe
I
The purpose of death is to understand life.
II
We can learn from death by letting go ... Of materiality, and observing nonchalantly ...
III
We practice being a "disinterested" observer of death & dying ... By accepting it's a door, not an exit, and finding Nature's balance in taking back
IV
Humor? Death is how nature takes back and recycled all we ate on this planet! It's fair to life
I. Waves are NOT separate from the Ocean
II. We are NOT separate from God /Universe
III. Just as waves are what the entire ocean is doing ...We are what God / Universe is doing (on & on, though it may seem endless, pointless)
During strenuous hours
Too busy to daydreaming
And after a strenuous day
Too tired to dream too
But sonetimes my mind is
Too hardworking to dream
Maybe the challenging outside world
Makes me dream
No interpretations
Let it be
I have bad dreams and sweet dreams
I struggle in my bad dreams
Wake up sweating
But I feel relieved
Because it was only a dream
I smile in my sweet dreams
Wake up happy
Hoping that it may come true one day
But sometimes I feel disappointed
Because it was not true on the spot
And maybe hard to achieve in real life
I'm wandering in two worlds
Dreams just add colours to my life
Although without compromise
But free of charge
Like a movie on the TV programme
The past has made you strong
feel that strength
let the burden fall
Leave the door closed
It is the future that will
make you happy
Although not everything
goes as planned
14/10/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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