IN SNOWING AWARENESS
Snow days are rising,
Joyous fun is declining:
The snow is no joke!
Be in snowing awareness:
Accidents aren’t jokes either!
Enjoy being safe
In the paradox of snow’s
Beautiful danger:-
Navigate these snowing times,
In faithful wisdom’s guidance:-
A KID WISHED FOR SCHOOLDAY
(A TANKA-DUO MESSAGE)
Fun snow day fell today:-
All of the schools had to close down
For home school snow day:-
Happy kids had so much fun:
Their monitors had meltdowns:-
What a good snow day!
Jesus had to walk the waters!:
Monitors, the snow:-
The kids were home, safe and sound:
Monitors’ eyes watching snow:-
Drip,
Deadlines all down drains,
Friends blown off with seasonal snot,
Time racing by like raging runoff,
Drip, drip, drop
Eighteen years ago, a Halloween 'morn
With eyes of baby blue, Iyla was born
She grew, we knew, she came from the best stock
Perfect pedigree, Neikirk and Peacock
Her nature's in Nature, Earth and water
She loves travel and all that it's taught her
San Miguel stay nine months she did venture
Wait what!?!?! A Tanzanian adventure
Now high school grad, college credit galore
Time to decide what is next and in store
True team player saving funds for first year
Fashion, business...or both? Find her career
Sweet Iyla! The world is out there for you!!
SO proud! 'Tis the fam loves you through and through
I was just a runaway,
Running from everyone who might break me,
Even the ones who have stood by my side.
I was running from every social outing,
Because I was afraid of it going awry,
My friends begged me to go out with them,
But I stayed home by myself.
I ran from every hard decision,
I was petrified of making the wrong decision,
Terrified of it hurting those around me,
So I went through it all on my own.
I was running from my own emotions,
I never talked about how I felt,
Even though I was dying inside,
Because I didn’t want people to see me differently.
I was running from my favorite person,
The blonde girl that took me under her angel wings,
Because I was afraid of hurting her,
I was afraid of her hurting me.
I was running from my mom and dad,
Because I was scared of letting them down,
I was running from my best friend,
Because I thought I wasn’t enough for her.
I was nothing more than a runaway,
But there’s one thing I’ve learned,
I couldn’t run from heartbreak,
Without running from happiness.
It seem to have started when she was a kid
She never could do what the other students did
They seen her as strange while teachers seen who she was
No one was able understand the unique things that she does
She always had struggled with the person she was on the inside
Relationships formed with others always seemed to collide
There was always this search or mission to find the right one
Friendships never last but always stopped where they begun
This lost girl eventually grew into a lost adult
Losing life's trophy doing what she was taught
Put others first and put yourself in second place
Each time she tried, things blew up in her face
For years she has wondered where she belongs
Through each friendship her pain just prolongs
She thought about shutting out the world to remain alone
Thinking she would see better days now that's she's grown
She's been lost for some time now seeking social improvements
Instead of a lifelong friend she receives emotional punishments
I wish someone told me,
How hard growing up is,
How lonely high school is,
How fragile you are.
I’ve been through so much,
More than most people my age,
And there are days,
When I wonder how I survived.
There are some days,
People ask me what’s wrong,
I smile and tell them “nothing”,
When I’m actually dying inside.
Every day,
I get left out of every group,
I sit in the back and watch them laugh,
I watch them be there for each other.
People tell me they are here for me,
But I always get left out,
In a building of 1,000 people,
I’ve never felt so alone.
FROM ME TO YOU: APROPOS OF WISDOM, GUIDANCE, AND LEARNING
(A Teacher’s Reflections For And In A Labor Of Love)
Remember, “To not know is bad.”
“To not wish to know is worse:-”
Reading involves more than being able to pronounce words.
You must also know the meaning of each word encountered:-
It’s not about rushing to be first to complete the test.
It’s about taking your time to get the majority of right answers.
Hey, homework is equivalent to body and mind practice
in sports:-
Your mind is the home where you energize to become great
in academic challenges:-
Just because AI “solves” a problem for you, doesn’t mean
it’s solution is correct:-
Remember, AI only does what it is given by NI to do what you
input it to do:-
Remember, praying is not merely quick regurgitating
of remembered words;
Rather, praying is sacredly speaking with God, Saints,
and The Holy Spirit:-
Stop regurgitating, “I’m sorry”! Be in awareness!
“Don't be sorry; be aware.”
Hey, for me, teaching is a labor of love:-
Make learning likewise, for you:-
Be in onderful oneness onement:-
Peace and Love:-
as if
a valley girl’s petulance
flew north
to nest in my daughter’s mouth
whatever
she was sixteen
wearing designer attitudes
wearing the latest—
closet her last
Like, oh my god, it’s totally tragic!
the school’s runway to class
determined the attitude’s stay
comment critics whisper
in the sibilant tone of
I can’t even!
A Sky Arched Canvas
Arched by rays of sunshine,
Out of the womb
Of breaking water,
She came:
A dome of the Earth:-
No less than always,
Has been her crowning beauty:
A reflective multi-hued bouquet,
Only God can gather and arrange:-
She’s as old as time,
Yet, her hemispheric radiance,
Has not been altered by it:-
From time immemorial,
The world has been privileged
To her radiant glow:
Little else has been as beautiful
As God’s canvassing, cosmic rainbow:-
Beneath the hills of Thunder
where the breeze of Freetown recalls old dreams
stands the home that shaped my voice
Methodist Boys, my heart’s first hymn.
We wore our hopes like spotless shirts
our laughter bright as chapel bells
each lesson is a seed of faith and fight
sown by hands that wished us well.
From worn-out desks and crowded halls
rose minds that learned to conquer storms
to think, to serve, to lift, to love
to be the sons of noble form.
And though I’ve walked through years and change
the hill still calls, the walls still whisper
for in each prayer and in each step
my beloved school still lives in me.
From the days
When we was faded
From the days
When we denied our reflection on the mirror
From the days
When our spirit was feeding on our souls
From the days
When we deepened our pain in salvation that somehow, we would arise in multitudes and rejuvenate with grace such that we would proclaim that we are redeemed.
From the days
When we was angered and caged with rage that someday we would stand on stage and introduce the chapters of our page
From the days
When we cold with remorse
From the days
When we was desperate, but with hope
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I broke rules from the time I cut my hair,
leaning in to not fitting in their box.
Smart but the nerdy music was wrong,
I was rebellious in a preppy kind of way.
Lettered in theatre got my star singing,
but never contemplated buying a jacket.
Free spirited hung out with the wild kids,
but I wouldn’t be caught dead smoking.
Never accepted by the popular cliques,
I found the stage and then a community.
Dove into performing with my hair on fire,
it set me free and became my security.
The choir girl, a rebel, the writer, a nerd.
Take a slice of each, all of them were me.
When you leave me, my heart will turn cold.
The scraps that I pieced together and offered to you will be on the floor.
You were my last hope, my saving grace.
Now it’s all been thrown away.
My sensitive mind won’t care anymore.
I won’t try to even the score.
Now that i’ve learned my lesson, once and for all
Nobody will break through these walls.
I’ll hide in my home and bury myself in books
Or bask in sorrowful silence next to a brook
I’ll sit there and long for our good times before
And what could’ve been if you had loved me just a bit more.
If i could’ve been enough to make you stay
To chose me over the life that was pulling you away
A part of you still holds a piece of me
Yet now, without it, i’m finally free.
JUST BE YOU
A Praying Mantis
Can’t be a butterfly;
Nor can a moth
Be a hiving be:-
Know that it’s not
What you are,
But who you are: God’s
Unmistakable child:-
Don’t ever strive to be
What others think
You ought to be;
Rather, always be
That great creature
God created you to be:-
Let the cosmic essence
Of your glorious being,
Forever be a shining star,
Enlightening terrestrial Earth
With God’s peace and love:-
Being who you are,
Is God’s divine purpose
Of your blessed being:
The creator of grace,
Peace, and love,
Never has, and never will,
Make a mistake:-
Thus, never attempt to
Exit who and whose you are:-
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