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Dry Facts Can Perform Juicy Acts
In the EFL community
all around the world
it’s an undeniable
and unpleasant reality that
no matter how well-motivated
you and your students are
no matter how real and acute
the need for learning
a language may be
no matter how well-equipped
the language center is
no matter how well-trained
your instructors might be
still, teaching a language
as a foreign tongue
in a foreign country
in a classroom environment
within four walls
is an artificial endeavor,
pure and simple.
Moreover, the minute the students
step out of the classroom
the little language environment
created in the room
is left behind,
lost and forgotten
until the next class.
Minds boggle at how lively,
how attractive,
how delightful and entertaining,
how effective and powerful
languages can be
at the hands of skillful comedians,
orators, actors, poets and authors
while they all become
utter bores, dry and irrelevant,
with chalk-and-talk-addicted
unimaginative, ordinary instructors
in the language classrooms.
Though language itself is dry
and teaching it mostly boring
the way you introduce it
may engage even the cynical students
if only you yourself believe
that teaching is acting.
Instructors must act
to attract and impact
never mind if students
react without tact
each act will surely get
a few shells cracked
“teaching is the art of changing the brain”
that’s a well-known
neurological fact.
Acting will deliver
student participation
a recipe for motivation
a remedy for alienation.
The target is communication
and retention, not full accuracy
nor perfection, and, please,
leave aside incessant correction,
which definitely leads to
disenchantment and rejection.
Value student participation
and production
encourage interaction
feed vocabulary in collocation
grammar, like medicine,
in the right dosage and proportion
and for God’s sake,
keep your chalk-and-talk
at a minimum fraction.
Remember, an ELT instructor is
a confidence booster
not an error-seeker
or hand-pecking rooster.
Who said ELT was
an educational roller coaster?
Nope. It’s more like a bread toaster,
which takes care of all on the roster.
Idris Esen, February, 2016, Istanbul
“On the firm stage of my dreary life one thing is true,
for there will never be another sister like you.
Saturated in loneliness was I that one day-
for you gave me life when I drowned in disarray.”
Laughter on Sundays with coffee in our hands-
(slipping slowly to make time last)
Believing in each other as sisters only can when
love runs as deep as it does for us.
You live six hundred miles away and each day I
miss you like a rose without a petal; a beach devoid
of sand-
(weeping tears of solitude)
We need only one thing to keep our bond genuine;
faith that we both can be what we need in turmoil.
For I have faith in you, and you see the best in me.
God gave you me and I couldn't be more grateful.
(crying tears of joy)
“I say to thee in a gentle hush
as I softly close my eyes-
I love you to the highest mount,
up to the highest skies”
I don't fear the kismet we face as we grow older.
We shall soar with togetherness and kindness-
I shall always be the one you need, and you shall
eternally be the one I adore with all my heart.
We played games when we were kids; UNO,
Boggle, Scattergories…
Each time you let me win; after all I was the
youngest...
the baby girl always needing her older sister.
I knew sisters loved but I never knew such depth
could spread hope like angel dust at midnight;
giving me ease of mind.
”On the firm stage of my dreary life, one thing is real,
no other can understand the emotions I feel.
Beginning of the end for me it was that one day-
for you gave me solace when I gave up in dismay.”
A soft reverie at midnight, thinking of you- wishing you were here.
belief in what’s true
perpetual loyalty-
FOREVER SISTERS
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Forms used in order: 1.) Couplet (13 syllables in each line) 2.) Prose
3.) Quatrain 4.) Free Verse 5.) Couplet (13 syllables in each line) 6.) Monoku
7.) Senryu
July 30, 2019
Invitation to Play Contest
Like tipper tapping tiny feet toddling
I watched your mirriard of droplets
stream down my car window
Night sky like the backdrop of a show
and the lightning strikes adding to the mood of the performance
where ordinarily it might highlight or cast creepy shadows
Several crashes of thunder the only sound affects
breaking the deathly silence you could have sliced through
Stormy air and the countless hairs
of the body anticipating action
was the change in atmosphere of any such production
Yet for all the familiarity of yet another down turned weather front
something was amiss
I sat there trying to will my merry-go-round world to stop
to let me off and set me free once more
that I might strike out loose and run wild once more
like a horse loose of the reigns widly galloping away
alas I couldn’t budge
just sat their frozen to my seat
despite needing my home comforts around this hour
Knocking every ounce of confidence from me
breaking me to a point
where my tears were but one with the evenings downpour
No chocolate or ice-cream treats for pick-me-ups
nor interval for refreshment here
which would have been at least a little concillation
No, right now the world stood still
as our relationship played over from start
until someone knocked on the glass
concerned as to whether or not I was alright
Black and boggle eyed from wet mascara and numerous tears
like something out of a horror film
I turned to see who dare break this spell
Nodding to say I was fine
but not stupid they could see far from it
They pulled me out into secure arms
You could have been anyone
but you were gentle and understanding
A raging fire warmed by chilled bones
with simple hot sweet tea and the warmth of a blanket
your eyes soaked me in drawing out my story
you listened intently
I poured out my soul
You drank me in
Bringing me out of myself
you turnd so much sadness to humor
putting another chapter of life to bed
opening another as day broke through
I am now thankful for what passed
for without that part of life
we might never be making our own sweet music
creating future ambition and drive
Nesting and nestling as one together
Souls on one ship we sail new seas
Amidst AGGRAVATION of sin-game schemes, I appeal to the Almighty…
Beseeching His pardon for my transgression-caused BOGGLE
Cleaving to His compassion with mercy’s CATCH PHRASE
Declaring earnestly “I’m SORRY; please forgive me”
Enabled with repentance, not religious TABOO, to confess humbly.
Free to pray thru Jesus Christ, never by any CODE NAMES
Gladly I fellowship with Him, purged from guilt’s TROUBLE
Hoisted toward praise-driven heights beyond PHASE 10…
I LIKEWISE delight communing with Him thru His Word
Jubilantly HEARING THINGS of His truth in joyous worship.
King of my heart, He can SPOT IT it among iniquities and doubts
Lord of my life, He leads me against vain TRIVIAL PURSUIT
Maneuvering me by His omniscient holy MONOPOLY
Nurturing my spirit with His serenity, midst din of MAD GAB
Opening to me opportunities for love-filled service OPERATION.
Propelled to ask from my Provider thru faith’s PASSWORD
Quoting Scriptures of assurance-SEQUENCE, I tell Him my needs
Reaching out to me, He rescues me from discontentment’s RISK
Satisfying me with blessings’ SPOONS that SPEAK OUT abundance
Testifying of rich grace for my TRIP TO RIDE to eternal sufficiency.
Unwavering omnipotence my Saviour radiates in PERFECTION
Victory, too, vanquishing Devil’s MOUSE TRAP of attractive CLUE
Worthy is His wisdom waking my weary CRANIUM to work well
X-raying my spirituality against iniquity SCRABBLE thru the Holy Ghost
Yielded to Christ I know and trust vis-à-vis varied GUESS WHO masters...
Zealously, I’ll run the race*, winning for God's glory over worldly bouts of 5 SECOND RULE.
*Hebrews 12:1-2 “…Let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith.”
February 19, 2019
1st place, "Anyone Game?" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carol Connell; judged on 3/15/2019.
ANYONE GAME---
Alas! the smelly disposition your deceiving heart;
Got me mind-BOGGLE twisted as rotten meat such;
Hearing of those things those rumors in SEQUENCE;
SPEAK OUT!! against them you’ve heard you've confirm in your sleep;
Unfaithful and untrue are you, you reap;
That you’ve been unfaithful people seen and they've heard;
MAD GAB LIFE got you SORRY but I ain't gonna worry about it;
TRIVIAL PURSUIT AGGRAVATION sounds of KER PLUNK;
Moving ever vigorously like you got ANTS IN THE PANTS;
Unfaithful and untrue are you get out of here;
Guess you’ve drop your feelings on the floor;
Unfaithful Ursula, 5 Second Rule pick up them SPOONS;
For licking them lies you stirred, like wise SCRABBLE PASSWORD, BALDERDASH, you can't even look me straight in the eyes...
Unfaithful and untrue are you, sigh;
Ha! All your dotted “I”’s and crossed “T”’s
Don’t mean a thing to me;
GUESS WHO?
You not me at RISK SPOT IT all the TROUBLE ain’t TABOO;
OPERATION TICKET TO RIDE PHASE 10 I’m out, I'm gone boo;
PERFECTION not what I’m looking for but faithfulness is honored by God;
APPLES TO APPLES pears are pears you orange ain’t gonin NO where?
CATCH PHRASE catches a CLUE I’m leaving you;
Unfaithful and untrue are you;
On your Twitter, E mail and Face book page playN unfaithful games;
I see you’ve CONNECT FOUR MAD GAB CODE NAMES;
Girl, I got you like in a MOUSE TRAP;
You must have fallen on your CRANIUM or something;
Running them streets as MONOPOLY you are, two faced, deceitful crooked;
Hand-eye coordination, speed, counting them cell phone digits…
DUTCH BLITZ;
It’s over we’re through this relationship done you’re the fool to play;
Love is real it’s not to be played with you have no shame;
I’m leaving you, because I am not anyone game;
2/16/19
Anyone Game? Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Connell
her scent
well it still
covers
me
how we lost
all we use
to be
was
all
up
to
me
looking back now
i still can't see
hindsight just an word
never meant nothing to me
that double negative
uses me positively
caught another on my mind water is boggle ing me
drown me here in this shallow pool of tears dust
remind me there is no future
without whom
you
trust
look for me
to be gone
search for my reasoning
no more
in the depths beyond the hollows
there we are called into submission
these fields we are surrounded by
what is this flesh to me
that i would seek to touch
what eyes have you plucked
what skull have you drilled
which lobotomy still mine
head holes drug from me
there is never silence
your golden calfing
of
look to me
what
listen as the door swings
listen again
as
the
door swings
never sound
of
the
door
it is movement that is adorned
another step closer to me
or step away from me
these are only words
what feelings have i
answer me
what feelings have i
what feelings have we
as more than i am
your face ing power
carries such resistance
only on the occasion
of
being awaken
with her on my mind
leave me here to sift these ashes through her candle wax
only dreams remain in streets to find an end to means
my words have led me down this path
my eyes have never directed me
what questions have i answered
what crime have we woven to
just another murder
just another body bag
just another murder just another body bag
just another lover that we never had
yeah see another button on you
good for you
clap clap clap
no.
really
good for you
clap clap clap
still i awake
my lips
tingle
ing
her scent
?
My speech was all out of sequence, my catch phrase for it was ‘mad gab’
I kept saying balderdash like apples to apples my brain was a scrabble!
Also I was hearing things in my cranium, it caused so much aggravation
Likewise, I couldn’t remember my computer password of Ants in the Pants
At one time household chores were a trivial pursuit
My kitchen used to be perfection, now it looked like the Dutch blitz!
I kept dropping spoons, I’d hear them go ker plunk on the floor
and was all of a boggle when I put my ticket to ride in the mousetrap
I was so concerned I went to see my physician
Close to tears I took the monopoly of the box of tissues on his desk
I’d googled my symptoms so I did have a clue of the possible diagnosis
He referred me straight to the hospital
A scan revealed a tiny brain tumor, they were lucky to spot it
Guess who was in trouble!
Cancer was a taboo subject so we had code names for the tumor,
The doctor said I should adopt the 5 second rule if I needed to speak out
The surgeon said I needed what could possibly be life changing surgery
He would implement phase 10 as it was a very tricky operation
There was some risk as he needed to connect four wires in my brain
Thankfully the complicated surgery was a success and I’m back to perfection!
NB this is a fictional poem inspired by the contest prompt!
Anyone Game Contest
Sponsored by Carol Connell
2/22/19
WRITING POETRY WITHOUT RULES*
I thought I'd write some poetry
Just for the fun that it would be.
So I went to the web to see
what it said
about how to write poems just for me.
I ran into words like iambic and tercet
and other ones that I had never met.
There was even a thing called a quatrain
that confused and corrupted my brain.
Stanzas are neat if they get the right beat
with the meter which I'd no doubt delete.
You also have tetrameter and pentameter
which are terms I don't think are neat.
Long ago I did write in rhyme
but just to friends who didn't mind.
I'd write some limericks or lyrics to sing
that were not important
and didn't mean a thing.
But as I write now and look into how
I find myself stymied by words to allow.
I read such things as trochee
and anapest and even dactyl.
They are words I just read
and don't really feel.
Those words belong to meter,
a measure in feet.
With stresses on heavy or light
and then they repeat.
They do form the meter
which makes the poem complete.
I may just give up and write more in prose
My friends will give thanks and I'd smell like a rose.
But I do get such joy with the lines in a verse
So I'll just continue, and the poems I'll disperse.
I could go further and write in free verse,
which doesn't make sense
and just makes it worse.
Free verse would just boggle my mind.
It really won't matter
what rules I would shatter
as long as I make the words rhyme.
* I actually learned all the technical poetry terms as an English major in college. This is just a satire on their usage and the way I enjoy poetry.
And so I sat thinking of something I couldn't live without....
As if my house was on fire and I had 5 seconds to grab one thing.
A very hard decision to make. Or is it?
I'm a gut gal.
I go with my intuition always.
Relationships have taught me that.
The struggle is in fact the struggle.
My magic wand.
Without it I can not resume a life of study.
I can not find my rhythym.
I can not sing.
I can not dance.
I can not think.
So, I can not live without a pen.
A pencil is ok, but isn't permanent.
My thoughts are permanent, at the moment I think them.
I don't erase.
Words I have erased in the past were the most important.
I rejoice in the errors of my ways.
I learn from my mistakes.
I think too fast, therefore i need a pen.
I'm not rainman.
I'm attention deficeit.
I'm smart, so I border on insane.
Too funny.
That is what the "experts" say.
Originally it was named the Biro.
Now its called " an object mightier than the sword."
That is powerful.
If you think about that meaning it can boggle your mind.
Mightier than the sword?
So it can kill?
It can hurt?
It can cripple?
It can destroy?
Hmmmmm....
It also means penetration.
According to the slang dictionary.
That does make sense.
A pen penetrates because it becomes real when it is public.
In your mind it is hidden.
On paper, it becomes alive.
It's a marker.
It's your memory.
It is the best weapon.
Use it carefully.
Your thinking in print.
Tibetan monks share colorful lore
Taking wide-eyed listeners from a valley floor
To peaks in the sentinel Himalayas
So how could such holy men’s tales betray us
A dark, furry creature’s outline has been seen
Startling climbers on mountains so serene
Leaving bipedal footprints on pristine snow
Stumping searchers who try to learn where they go
Yeti, the not-so-abominable snowman
Much maligned being of God’s creative plan
Never attacks, just appears and quickly flees
Allowing sighters to suspect what they please
Howling in the pain of loss from lofty peaks
Perhaps for a missing cousin Yeti seeks
One who traversed a lost land bridge from Asia
Then made his way south from the Arctic Tundra
To explore lush forests now U.S. Northwest
Where for centuries Bigfoot has done his best
To elude capture by settlers and hunters
And scoff at ever-hopeful photographers
Publicized encounters still boggle the brain
But only footprints, blurry photos remain
Of man’s intriguing, unevolved ancestors
Scientists think they’re human predecessors
Far smarter than we, they blend in with nature
Appearing now and then in the newspaper
But their imprints on Earth have been minimal
Never chopping trees or scarring a pinnacle
They’ve reason to hide from one who pollutes
One who doesn’t reason, but only shoots
Perhaps these “beasts” we should emulate
Learn from our ancestors before it’s too late
*Entry for Joyce's "The Rhyming Game" contest