I am still the girl at forty
who loves the shadow
that never left her
James Barrie knew more than me:
sometimes a shadow needs soap,
or sewing, according to Wendy
I learned to appreciate the change
because so much of this body,
softer, speckled, and true
still works and runs its cogs
regardless
I lose control
where the wheels turn
too quickly,
Charlie Chaplin
We share the joke
of frenzied 'Modern Times'
"A day without laughter
is a day wasted"
I agree
My shadow and I
have learned to dance
on the assembly line
Searching for myself
searching... as if digging
But no
Not digging
Forming
Self discovery?
Self invention.
When going to school at a tender age,
The little girl would put on her socks and shoes,
Give her parents a goodbye kiss,
And run out with her school bag and lunchbox,
A smile upon her face, filled with joy and happiness,
Excited to learn a new word from her teacher.
Days turned into months,
And months into years,
Until finally came her graduation day—
The day she would leave those beautiful school days behind.
Afterward, her school uniform and school necessities
Rested quietly in the wardrobe,
Becoming memories of her beautiful early days.
She looked at them, sighed, and said,
"Indeed, this is where you finally ended,
After being with me through my beautiful early days." ??
I have never been a believer in destiny or fate
and hate the thought of a fence without a gate.
Freedom should be a bounty offered to everyone
and I don't just mean when the day's work is done.
After each ripened harvest there should be a gain
of useful things gathered and lessons learned remain.
I've the mindset of que sera sera; what will be will be
it eliminates anxiety and it's always worked for me.
I'm often accused of having my head stuck in a book
So, if you can't find me, that'd be a good place to look.
Chances are I'll be reading about cloudless blue skies
or some dismal love story in which the sad damsel cries.
It's curiosity that keeps me turning pages of a tome,
to visit places, I'd love to see like Japan, Athens and Rome.
I usually carry a backpack with me, filled with books...
not caring if people stare at me with disconcerted looks.
Two by two
They flew
Wings in the air
Blue skies they all share
There is one place
Home base
They rest
Call it a nest
For them it's the best
Eggs hatch there
Soon a pair
Young at heart
Do their part
In the air
Soar to real heights
Sun so bright
Miss the kite
Of the kids first flight
Hold on tight
Stay calm
Or a dive bomb
Will scare Mom
Who scouts the town
Safe and sound
Well fed
And in bed
With the one she wed
Flowers to tea
Just my mama and me
Spending the day together
Making wonderful memories.
The glow from the lamps
Cast shadows on the wall
As evening creeps in
And the moon rises tall.
Little hands learning
Under mama's watchful eye
With Patience and understanding
She gives a proud sigh.
Oh little one
You have so much to learn
But mama's here beside you
With every step and every turn.
(Written for an animation reel)
White knuckle straining
Gripping the laces
At the edges of my thoughts
Praying the laces
Don’t come off
I am screaming
You cannot hear me
Because I am learning
I am learning what is healthy
And tearing down the dry wall
Until your nail beds are bleeding is
Not.
I do not hate you.
How do I say
I hate the way
I have to relearn how to think
How to speak
I have to weigh every opinion
Every porcelain inkling
So that I do not break
It
Break
Me
Break, you.
Break through!
I can do this sober.
Unless
I can’t.
String me up by my neck
There is only silence
Until the next
The thought
Rips its way in
Unfamiliar nasty little friend
I white knuckle strain
And grip the lace
Hoping for a soft landing
A greeting
A whisper instead of the screaming
I am gritting my teeth
Praying
And they call this
Healthy,
Self understanding.
But thinking for me
Feels more like disease
Punishment seeping internally
Pushing my face into gravel
Threatening to leak
Through my teeth
And onto my life where
I’ve rebuilt
Piece by piece.
Silence.
I breathe.
Release.
Repeat.
Existence a great learning curve
A journey to sway and to swerve\
Whilst society attempts to unnerve
Communities we need to conserve
Help others with kindness we serve
Self love is what we deserve
Fulfilling our lives with much verve
We should take the courage to face what have went wrong
And at the same time acknowledge what went right
We should count the days we became the happiest
We should not count the times we made mistakes
Remember you can either count the times we made mistakes
Or count the times you could learn from them
I found the first letter under my pillow,
in ink I recognized before I recognized the words
my own hand, but steadier.
Braver, somehow, in the loops of the y.
Dear diary, it began, in my handwriting,
though I keep no diary that anyone else could find.
It knew things I'd only thought at 2a.m.
It knew the name I never say out loud.
I caught it once, in the lamp-light,
bent over my desk in the shape of me,
holding a pen the way I hold a pen,
writing something I would never have the nerve to send.
I didn't stop it.
I think some part of me left the desk lamp on
on purpose, that night
some part of me that wanted to be spoken for.
It signs my name better than I do now.
No hesitation in the final stroke.
No crossing out. No starting over.
Just my name, sent, sealed, and meant.
Last week I found the final letter,
already folded, already addressed
to the one person I never worked up the courage to tell.
At the bottom, in handwriting identical to mine, it said:
I am you, but the part of you that stopped waiting.
I hope you don't mind. I already dropped it in the mailbox.
By the time you read this,
it will already be theirs.
Having been here a while, i've wrote poems
To cause a smile, others may bring
A shiver..However i rarely ever
Dither.)
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
545.
Learning Child & Adolescent Development
A Prof. Ed. subject – Child & Adolescent Development
It is a study of human enhancement
From our pre-birth sojourn
Until we are born
We develop physically, mentally, holistically
We behold the changes in our personality
Just like our body that grows & matures
Teaching too must be developed as learning endures!
-03/25/2017
(Dumarao)
*PEN Poems
544.
Learning Developmental Reading
A Prof. Ed. subject – Developmental Reading
Process with stages, purposes with meaning
It uses different skills
Like eating different meals
Do not miss the 4-Pronged Approach
In reading it is an effective coach
Read between the lines the idioms & allusions
There are theories & tactics as guide-ons!
-03/18/2017
(Dumarao)
*PEN Poems
543.
Learning Educational Technology
A Prof. Ed. subject – Educational Technology
To teaching & learning a protégé
From Project-Based Learning & Multimedia
To Digital Skills & Hypermedia
The Computer can be a tutor & teacher
The Internet can bring us to a world wider
‘Coz we are now in the Digital Age
The time when the world is no longer a cage!
-03/11/2017
(Dumarao)
*PEN Poems
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