Altho' knowing that
nothing beats tit for tat
there's no call at all
to cooperate
if you don't wish
to participate
but if something you lack
and scratch my back
while one hand
washes the other
I'll scratch yours
which could be
accomplished
when down on all fours
however taking a gander
unseemly tho' it may be
what's good for the goose
is good for me
Glasses were sweaty in July,
so I wouldn’t pick them up
Mom mixed the concentrate perfectly,
but I wouldn’t pick it up
Warm juice in a wet glass
doesn’t cooperate
with me
I remember you, grandpa
only by the scratchy wool
of your suit holding me
while I had chickenpox
It made me feel worse,
as if I never would know intimacy
But I think I will love you,
in Heaven
540.
Learning Facilitating Learning
A Prof. Ed. Subject – Facilitating Learning
Learning is fun according to the saying
But there are theories and laws we need to keep
So learning can become thorough & deep
Styles & ways to make it more exciting
To be applied in the principles of teaching
Things to consider so we can concentrate
Activities to do where we must cooperate.
-01/14/2017
(Dumarao)
*PEN poems
A wee bit of humor based on this Mark Parisi cartoon.
Chasing me was a cop flashing red and blue lights
I refused the breathalyzer, so he read me my rights
He didn't buy my excuse of having had the zoomies
He said, "In jail, you'll have lots of zoomie roomies."
I told him I'd cooperate and would walk the line
He agreed to that and said I'd just have to pay a fine
for doing seventy-five while driving in a school zone
and if I past the inebriated test he'd throw me a bone
I took his comment to mean he was being sarcastic
but I just smiled at him and said, "Gee. That's fantastic."
I grabbed my beer and took a one last long guzzle.
He called me beligerent and reached for a muzzle.
He said he had no pity for such a disrespectful mutt
I kept laughing and saying, "I'm not being a smart butt."
He called me a low life, punk dog and drove me to jail
Quipped, "Your attitude sucks! You won't get out on bail!"
As humans we are social beings…to connect with one another,
to cooperate and interact is how we’re orchestrated…
This is not by accident…it’s how and why we were created.
In fact each year as the Earth completes another revolution
our ability to socialize is essential to our physical health, our mental well-being
and to our successful evolution
It is in our destiny that any success we have obtained
has not been acquired on our own…
We are created to work together…not to stand alone.
Which means no matter how smart we are..
how strong and resilient are our genes…
We are all somewhat dependent on the people behind the scenes.
Those people who support and encourage us…who help us to succeed
by providing us, from behind the scene, everything we need.
What makes this relationship so wonderful…
is how those we help succeed..
when it’s our turn to succeed
are now the ones behind the scene
providing us…everything we need.
So a shout out to everyone who has worked diligently
behind the scenes…to help another person reach the stars…
and in case we do not say it often enough…
Thank you…and we know who you are.
I suffocated , air grasped from my lungs
My heart sang for you
My mind protested and my melody seemed to be fading
But I waited for you
Finally like it had just be proselytized
My mind sang the same tune as my heart
And all was a smooth, sound river flow
A river flow like my tears when I had convinced myself that it was different
That your heart no longer beats the same way for me
Like when it felt like you did an introspection
And realized you picked the wrong gemstone
That I was no longer the apple of your eye
But a forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden
Still I waited for you
For the mere thought of you
Or the mention of your name
Forced my adrenal gland to secrete adrenaline
And my heartbeat increased threatening to rip my Sino atrial node
Betrayed by my hypothalamus failing to cooperate with my cerebrum
I waited for you, I did
And I know for sure that when you go into hiding again
I’ll wait for you
Peace prospers like lush greenery or clumps of robust tree
unfurl and branch out widely in justice and equality;
Love will flourish as huge clusters of plum
when we unite and cooperate, life is extremely awesome!
Understanding others’ weakness, kindness and acceptance
lifting and helping each other, progress will advance!
Mercy, compassion and grace must reign in our heart
and let spirit of brotherhood keeps us from falling apart.
within this life’s lucid dream
where myriad forms tap dance
we too do cooperate
mindful not to enter trance
with God in communion
His breath flowing as our own
heart delights as bliss beats rise
as seeds of love He has sown
There is a piece I've longed to share,
which, up 'til now, I wouldn't dare,
where courage pushes fear aside
and shackles up my foolish pride...
To put to words, as much for me,
affection in simplicity,
and say those things I wished I could...
that chance may now be gone for good.
I near succumbed to COVID's wrath;
now, barricades deny clear path -
a bottleneck for oxygen.
So much to tell; where to begin?
A battle raged; a drawn-out war
that ended with a winning score:
I pulled ahead - a blessed reprieve;
the reaper's gone; yet, still, I grieve.
For scars remain; we coexist.
Not given up; I will persist,
but dreams? There was one 'mong the few:
to hold you close and sing for you...
A tune that melds our hearts together,
and keeps us warm through stormy weather,
a lullaby to ease all fear
and let you know how much I care.
But vocals won't cooperate;
on ev'ry nerve the raucous grates.
Those singing days are done, it seems;
some visions, sadly, dwell in dreams.
If fate insists that I must wait,
this voice will ring at Heaven's gate!
So, pardon, if I'm way off-tune;
at least, at last, Love will shine through!!
Jodie
5/23/25
She gathers her arms for her nightly fight
to do battle with her hair, to “get it right”
she’s been cursed with unruly, super fine hair
that won’t cooperate and flies everywhere.
Oh, to have thick, voluminous hair
so sheik, so silky, so shiny and fair
spun layers of gold, or deep auburn flair
or lovely chestnut tones, “fabu-lair”!
But, alas, unwanted whispy is she
as she settles into her pin-curl “soirée”
she wrestles her head scarf to keep it tight
and prays it “stays put” while she sleeps at night.
In the morning, her second round fight resumes
unpinning her curls, knows they’ll fall flat real soon
next comes the teasing, the crimping, the spray
knowing the volume won’t last half a day.
Then sighing, with hand mirror, checks every spot
every turn, every angle, she does this a lot
I wait for my mother to finish her hair
If “it isn’t right” we’re not going anywhere!
Waking up, I sense
something new, in the present tense.
I'm not what I was, or what I became.
I'd been a scapegoat for the blame,
and I felt guilt and I felt shame.
Who played, on me, this game?
I want to know the name
of the gaslighter.
Was it those closest to me,
my family who falsely drew me?
They're no longer with me - at any rate.
It was I who would cooperate,
and into myself, their story, integrate;
but, that is not to be my fate,
today, I choose my soul, to liberate
from the gaslighter.
Give me a moment while I expound
on a principle our friend Newton found.
Every time you execute an action,
you cause an equal, opposite reaction.
In my way of thinking, this 'ol universe
works backward - kinda in reverse.
Everyone should do what I want them to,
but I find just the opposite is true.
When I instruct my kid, and say "do not".
He only hears "do". The "not" he forgot.
That's not just the way it is with a kid,
adults, too, don't like anyone to forbid.
In my imagination, I can clearly see
just how I'd like everything to be.
For example, say, I want to get that date,
with my crush, but she won't cooperate.
Then, when my interest starts to wane,
now, she begins a romantic campaign.
Her attraction for me starts to grow,
equal to how much I hit the brakes to slow.
Based on Isaac Newton's bright ideology,
maybe I should use reverse psychology;
but that would drive me out of my head.
So, I'll let people be themselves instead.
Birds can glide high above the sky,
They see everything and can see through a lie
They can go up up and high,
And can always go faster than a fly.
Birds nest where predators can’t rest,
Fight in groups to scare off the best
Feed their children and keep from stress
Then migrate together, flying far far west.
Us humans cannot fly in the wind,
Cannot see through everything as if blind
We cannot see the sunrise shine
And cannot fight or fly whilst inter-twined.
I wish I could fly, high above the sky
See through every single lie
And fly left, right, down, and up high
And perhaps even faster than a fly.
Maybe even nest and get easy rest,
And cooperate together and become the best
To keep children from starving and stress
And go on vacation together, perhaps go west.
I wish I was a bird, and could escape this artificial world
Fly high away and explore the unfurled
Leave everything behind for a world uncurled
Hoping one day this story will become my new world.
a chance meeting
digits fleeting
each I could recall
days so lazy
odd petaled daisy
I gave you a call
from one hello
how would I know
in love I would fall
would not our fate
cooperate
you loved me not at all
fifty Summers passed
they seemed so fast
then another Fall
and in the end
we became friends
under daisy's thrall
It was a Christmas outdoor Pageant
It was the performance of the Nativity scene
There was a Camel who was mean
The Camel didn’t want to cooperate nor associate
He went berserk and went wanted to attack all the onlookers
Suddenly without delay, the Camel observed the Doll baby Jesus
In the manger
An immediate pause took effect
To everyone’s surprise, the Camel kneeled to the manger
The Camel wouldn’t move and it was as if the baby Jesus informed the Camel to be still and calm
After a while, the Camel responded it was ready and it was like nothing ever happened
The Christmas pageant continued without any further problems
I and everyone witnessed this not being part of the show
It goes to show, miracles do happen
A camel can become humble
Warm heart can take effect
Holiday treat
Holiday breezes in the air
A true story beyond compare.
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