“A penny for your thoughts,”
she said.
What is my thought worth?
I wonder.
“That'll be more than a penny,”
I reply.
“A penny for your thoughts,”
we say.
What might our thoughts really be worth?
Who can read them?
How embarrassing might they be?
Thoughts expressed and written
can be evaluated,
may have value.
Those that remain in my head
stay private.
What value privacy?
If I keep them secret,
what value secrecy?
Thinking aloud as on social media
may be costly
“In for a penny, in for a pound.”
I keep mum.
546.
Learning Curriculum Development
A Prof. Ed. subject – Curriculum Development
The “total learning experience” subject to assessment
Assessed, Hidden, Learned & other types
Curriculum is designed for our school lives
This mechanism must be evaluated
In a school to be accredited
Curriculum undergoes planning, implementation & evaluation
It experiences innovations as education goes on!
-04/01/2017
(Dumarao)
*PEN Poems
BROODING IMAGINATIONS-:-
intense
sadness
unfulfilled
solitude
evaluated
in a RENEWED INTEREST
distict
harbingers
visualised
positional
shifts
& SPARK OFF
internal
growing
moods
occluding
continuity
What Was What
Is Worth To, It
Wasn't Our Value
We We'r'nt Evaluated
Wasn't Ours. Not OURS.
I Promise It Meant --- Something.
So Insist, THEN!
Are You Having A Bluff!?
I Cast More Weapon At My Sacrificial...
I Mean? Did I That Something Auscispition Proudly!!!!
I Used To Stop Way Sooner... Oh Well.
Th... Oh Shut It Down, Or I Will.
There's STILL
Something Laughing, Just Does.
-Gray Squirrel
01-15-2026
I try so hard not to think about what if
What if ... I had realized what my son had
done sooner the day he died
What if ... I had pushed him to go go back
to the hospital to be evaluated again
What if ... I had taken the previous day off
despite the fact I had a training
But it doesn't do any good to think about that
because it was HIS decision and I had none of
the insight that I do now
It's still very hard as a mom not to place
blame on myself
I am a caregiver and nurturer
but I have to leave my son in God's hands
and accept that he is now safe in heaven
and somehow I have to face life on earth
and do my very best to keep putting one foot
in front of the other and be the best person I can be
Every facet examined and evaluated
The mystery would soon be inextricably solved
~ Enigmatic clues reveal jigsaw puzzle.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Life goes through a controlled cycle
All that live must die
Else, would we not be objects of shadows
Trying to accomplish feats which are so unnatural?
God, an entity which we have not yet understood
Is good to all of existence
Since He creates, He also needs to destroy
Merely to allow the wheel of fate to keep on revolving
Since He creates, He created an entity to help him
In destroying that which he brought to be,
Death, in all its splendour!
God walks warmly alongside death
As the fate meant for those who died
Will be depending upon their own actions
The wheels have to keep turning
While God needs to keep feeding the universe:
Souls just transit through Earth
And their tendency is evaluated before they get sent
To there which suits them best;
Whether in highly spiritual places
Or down below the murkiest hell fires!
God is content in having created Death
God walks beside him and engages in conversations with him
God sups with him and even shares jokes with him
While we remain under the control of their will
Unable to be anything else other than
Lit dandelions blown in the vast sea of the universe!
Have you ever cleared your closet?
Relationships are like wardrobes
They need to be reviewed
Have you ever packed your bags?
A heart is like a storage box
It needs to be sorted
That lingering thought,
Pacing around the room
The reinvention of ideas
It is the biggest ever
Looking at the mirror
The admiration of a human being
It is the scariest thought
Am I the best?,
Have you ever cleared your heart
Feelings can be a deception
They need to be evaluated
Have ever packed your makeup bag?
A face is like a hidden mask
It needs to be taken care of
That lingering thought.
Anxiety.
I have to have noise.
Not that noise.
It’s the tv in the background.
I don’t do much these days.
Anxiety.
It has to eat too.
Food.
I don’t have to hunt and gather like in ancient times.
Sometimes, I wish we did.
We all did that, thousands of years ago.
Anxiety.
We have to move in sync.
Or else we stutter.
We have to go to bed at 9:30 pm.
Around, around, around.
Water bottle on the floor next to my bed…
I almost tripped over it.
Anxiety.
I could have it.
I could get evaluated someday.
Or I could cook toast for breakfast.
Or I could get ready for work.
Anxiety.
Is it when…
You know?
Educated and evaluated
I exercise an active plan
Captivated and dedicated
I'm my one and only fan
Motivated and understated
I get by the best that I can
Aggravated and constipated
I'm a 21st century man
History sometimes heals wounds, but not always.
Each moment has to be properly placed and evaluated.
Answers can be found and resolved, but not always.
Reality must be faced head-on so that we can move on.
Thankfulness or gratitude is a passageway to tomorrow.
Building a future demands that we allow time to cure us.
Running away and denial do not give birth to healing.
Opportunities are bountiful, but we must boldly take them.
'Kicking cans' like children always leads to unintended places.
Eve was gifted by God with Adam and Eden, and she failed them both.
Never quit, give up, or out, because hope awaits those who embrace her.
Into my general path with a low voice.
Included are profound love and rejoice.
There will certainly be no lyrical illusion.
Simply a breathtaking, supple inclusion.
In the same vein as a delectable sweet.
She brings joy and a soft, cherished beet.
This involvement encapsulates her well.
In the bliss of my life or in a crystal shell,
The lightness of the wreath is uncanny.
Gently pulling into every nook and cranny
The depth of the loyalty is beyond compare.
An immensely worthless treasure, and rare.
Her compassionate and kindhearted nature
It calms my heart turmoil and mind retainer.
Love that cannot be evaluated or measured.
That filled my soul with all that I treasured.
To have her in my life is a tremendous gift.
Is this love flawless, or is his barb less swift?
Her dulcet apathy, sparkling as stars above,
My lovely addiction, my unconditional love.
Written: June 08, 2023
Oh moon!~
here I am again,
though I know you
not the source of light –
yet, somewhat, nearer myself
you tend to open more in the night,
shine less reluctant
when the world seems further
away
from
public
less exposing
perhaps, less severely
judging
your light compassionately
muted, for sore hearts to freely
pour-out
not feeling so harshly evaluated
every beat counted, every pulse
needing guarding
yours a seeming more sympathetic
illumination~ than that dear, declarative
inner-voice,
my echoing wisdom of glaring
remorse~ my long slate of failed dawns
immemorial –
The door is open,
To the month that precedes the year's end,
The curtains have given way,
The eleventh month has taken the stage,
A transition to the change of time and season.
The plans for the year are brought out,
The to-do list is run through,
The highs and lows are considered,
The shortfalls and superfluous are evaluated,
The ambitions are brought to the table.
Hope is threadbare,
Zeal is doused,
The succeeding year is in view,
Hope is to be deferred into its arms,
Gaze is fixed on where the eagles dare.
A pathway is sought through life's maze,
Light to suture the broken pieces,
Hope holds a periscope,
It admonishes a look through,
A medley of hope and light the weary heart seeks.
November 3, 2022.
November Poetry Contest,
Regina McIntosh.
OBSERVATIONS
imagine
a setting
to add
desire
spaces
for
ideas
pauses
by accident
illuminate
the day
with
wonder
think
the readymade
notion
of playfulness
as
reality
&
as a concept
significance
shared
in
practice
constraints
begone
understanding
re-evaluated
controlled by
anonymous
visuals
perceived
in
opportunity
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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