Long Teachable Poems
Long Teachable Poems. Below are the most popular long Teachable by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Teachable poems by poem length and keyword.
Dancers
and health therapists,
meditators
and educators,
speak of an embodied
listening
and teachable "CORE."
We need,
on bad days,
and want,
on better days,
To exercise,
stretch,
fill and empty,
appreciate
and open
our empowering MindBody Core,
With healthy, resilient outcomes predicted
as a return on investment
for such deep enlightening listening
and learning
intention,
integrity
of compassionate purpose.
Back in the day,
religious
and warm spring breeze
front porch Sunday afternoon
philosophical,
spiritual
and natural lifeskills therapists,
polyglot poets
and brilliant essayists,
lovers
and naked co-passionists,
storytellers
and environmental storymakers
spoke
and sang
and danced
to restore our healthy
holistically wealthy
"Soul"
While my Core
seems to be Here
and Now about my autonomous body,
and our shared Soul
an advocate for active democratic process
ing co-passionately commun
icating bicameral
ly reiterative
reconnecting
re-ligioning minds,
For those who see
and sometimes hear
this mind-body
inside-outside
Janus-doublefaced, double-bound
leftbrain languaged Core curriculum distinction
without experiential rightbrain sensory
Soulfull/empty Zeroistic difference,
BodyCores may be useful to teach MindSouls
to think
and feel
interdependent CoreSoul
holistic
holonic
holy-spirited
animus-Mundi
EarthTribe soul-core Us,
A non-elite sacred we
restoratively experienced much differently
than OldSchool royal WE,
As "tu" would prefer to soulfully heal
relationships "vous" might choose to punish,
to exclude from high society's
deep delusional
and boxed-in bored
monoculturally self-disempowering
patriarchally unenlightened
EcoSystemic EarthMother Core
embryonic womb.
Personal ZeroSum risky secularized
monetized Cores,
like mortally autonomous bodies,
may also be political
and economic
NonZero reorganizing co-invested mindbodies
encircling compassionate HolySouls.
When we walk together
our Cores move in linear
or circling sympathy
And when we dance as one
our Souls feel
and know
Here as also Now
co-empathy.
Dear God,
Thank you so much for making me your child through my faith in Jesus Christ, my Saviour and Lord... Keep me always trusting You, and living for You by Your grace, along Your power, and for Your glory.
As God's saved child, perseverant am I to love the Lord earnestly
Always thankful for the privilege to be cared by Him unconditionally...
With sweet favour to grow midst divine nature, enjoying provisions constantly
I render obediently my utmost to Him willingly!
As God's servant, striving am I to become better and more faithful
Always humbled by His grace, awesomely wonderful...
With granted inheritance so rich and full
I fulfill blissfully His assigned roles which are indeed purposeful!
As God’s steward*, persistent am I to practice essence of sacrificing
Always glad as recipient of His marvelous blessing...
With heavenly wealth possessing midst transformation-processing
I labour cheerfully for His work, spiritually advancing!
As God’s student, teachable am I to learn from the Scriptures
Always ready to follow biblical procedures of perfect wisdom-features...
With prudent warnings against worldly vultures
I invest wholeheartedly for eternal treasures in my reaching-out ventures!
As God's soldier, courageous am I to claim jubilant victory
Always prepared as commissioned to proclaim Christ's Gospel story...
With truth and mercy that combat hell's misery
I share diligently His peace for others' redemption toward heaven's glory!
As God’s strengthened prayer warrior, consistent am I to trust His might
Always blessed in expressing my supplications in fellowship delight...
With faith that pleases the Almighty along fervent intercession delight
I seek sincerely His approval while surmounting unbelief's blight!
As God's settled believer, repentant am I to confess my transgression
Always grateful for pardon that cleanses iniquities toward sanctification...
With His kindness to forgive my admitted sins and errors by His compassion
I live wholly for my Lord Who does the best for me midst His preservation!
*1Corinthians 4:1 Let a man so account of us, as of the ministers of Christ, and stewards of the mysteries of God.
April 15, 2018
One of the poems featured on the Poetry Soup home page on June 25 to July 1, 2023.
Learn from the wisdom around you
That replenishes when replenishing is due
For it is dire that there be the indemnity
For the unexalted integrity
That it may live once again
And distinguish itself from every feign
As the practice indelible
Adoptable, teachable and inheritable
To be truthful and honorable
And for it be reputable
To value and respect
To invest then expect
To lead and to participate
To correct and to appreciate
To be passionate and wholehearted
And finish all that is started
Feel that sense of duty
Wrapped in its fulfilling beauty
To cure from wilt
And to preserve good as built
As a reasonable channel of your diligence
That its reward may influence
All eyes that see
To want to be
Loose self-consciousness, be one of "The Few."
Struggle up the mountains, taking in The View
See grandeur of bold progress, yet remain teachable
serving in love, be loveable.
Persevere, laughing all the way.
Make the devil pay!
Heart's desire to do the will of God Above,
Giving joy and offerings in simple Love.
Step by step and sometimes stumbling
But always in sight of the King,
Unflinchingly obeying and worshiping go,
Then resting in His arms His smile you'll know.
Priceless blessings for you and all,
Through Jesus, with you at every call,
Being transformed and changed,
Your life rearranged.
Repentant in abject remorse
Brings The Saviour close of course.
There's the sweetness of coming Home
Never to be alone, even as we roam
The Heart's Interpreter awaits our focus
With a Heavenly peace and joy for us.
There are paradoxes , be assured
In life that must be confronted, not endured
If there is no conviction, don’t be lured
That a drink is well balanced and matured
Then you drink it expecting to be cured
But it leaves your imbalance and immaturity ensured
We think appreciation is all that’s worth having
Like we are only bound to receiving
From whence cometh the giving
That we all await with our appetite for taking
While the greatest nations are not withholding
And their hand that giveth always suffices for a blessing
Who said there was a title like “Honorable”
I thought it was a trait that was measurable
Selfless and unconditional service as is fathomable
Being an example and symbol of all that is noble
Making a teachable legacy probable
Showing all the good that is possible
They say that I speak to chastise
But I wonder how they watch sunrise by sunrise
Yet they fail to realize
That a timely action today will save us time’s reprise
Bringing pleasure to our eyes
As we watch while adversity dies
A pro-active journalist
is like a research-committed teacher
teaching and listening to cooperative research designs
and presentations.
The opposite of the journalist's deconstruction
of events
is reconstruction through predictive narrative.
Just as the opposite of permaculture's green activist
regeneration
is pathological degeneration
emerging from past too-monoculturing memory
Back toward too much red-meat butchering
and ballistic slaughter
swimming in pathogens
about health-resilient DNA-RNA solidarity genes
for future regenerative reconstructions.
Recently
the local writer of Permaculture Opera
invited me to his and her place,
I'm still not sure s/he has chosen
Either/Or gender,
for a co-author interview.
But I need to arrive
just before dawn
and not drive in
or even toward
EarthSoul's healthy address,
if at all possible.
So, I'm riding my bike
and arrive just as pre-dawn light
could reveal river homefront terrain.
There s/he is
atop a barren maple tree,
facing East
across a valley,
rocking back and forth
from north to south
and back again...
S/he calls "Good Morning!"
as if this emerging light
has already made Earth's best day invitation
convocation
to and for those less grumpy
and feeling old-knees and hips frumpy.
S/he welcomes me up
and so I go
with all my Senior Citizen climbing years
behind me
to rest just below Earth's swaggering
Operatic sway.
Before I can ask
what s/he is doing
S/he tells me
This is Earth's centering sit spot
from which s/he greets our vibrant Sun
when clouds do not grey stand
in dark swaying way.
Here s/he waves back
as Earth's trees thank FatherSun
for waving forth
paid-forward
toward this WuWei Day
West for Ego Win
and East of EcoRooting Yin
discerning through and after dualdark night.
Like a Permaculture Opera
opening each morning,
each life,
this ego/eco centric
Western swaying
dusk-fading glory.
My Opera piece will begin
There's no such health-listening thing
as a non-teachable moment.
A local pro-active journalist
sways like a research-committed teacher
teaching cooperative research design
through re-presentational invitations...
IT IS ME
XXXXXXXX
With all the adversities in life, became a woman with an
open mind, a kind heart, a care free spirit and a teachable soul.
Oldest sister of six brothers and two sisters, strong willed mother
of four; two sons and two daughters, raising them all alone and
grandmother of seven; four boys and three girls.
Lover of nature’s beauty, the beauty of His creations,
like the glorious sunset, the colorful autumn leaves, the azure
sky, the splendor of the rose, the magnificent butterflies.
Lover of strong women and passionate people.
Feel profound happiness when dancing, feel great looking
good dressing up and feel excited learning something new.
Dislike snakes and digital stuff being from old school and
detest people living in lies, believing others, not themselves.
An aesthetic person appreciating beauty in art, music,
literature, photography, fashion and like to travel to learn
more about culture and explore the spectacular scenic views.
Resident of Golden State in the West Coast. XXXXX
8/1/21 This Is Who I Am Poetry
L. Milton Hankins
Zerah was the twin brother of Perez whose mom and dad were Judah and Tamar. Perez was a direct ancestor of Jesus, but Zerah's name also appears in Jesus' genealogy. Zerah was not a direct ancestor of Jesus, but 'he also mattered'.
Tamar's actions are ill advised and unacceptable by standards even in her day; but she felt that she had been overlooked and forgotten. So pretending to be a prostitute, she did the unthinkable by tricking Judah her father-in-law into conceiving a child with her. In so during, she became a direct ancestor of Jesus. Though ignored and rejected, she asserted herself and convinced others that 'she also mattered'.
Rahab was a citizen of ill repute in Jericho, a city doomed for destruction. Acting upon historical information she had acquired, Rahab brokered a deal with the spies that saved her life and that of her family. She was a prostitute who later married into the Hebrew family and became a direct ancestor of Jesus. 'She also mattered'.
Ruth was a Moabite and an unlikely candidate for the Messianic linkage. She made personal choices that were of the 'outside of the box variety'. She was selfless and never realized where such choices would take her. Her life and name, her submissive and teachable spirit speak volumes. 'She also mattered', and so does every creature on the face of the earth.
12012017 PS *Matthew 1 NIV
Scaly bones, smelly bones, bones all the way through.
Old bones, bold bones, green bones, bones for me and you.
Bones rattling around in a skeleton’s un-skin,
Bones dancing and prancing, and galloping in.
We laughed and we hooted and we hollered and more
When we saw those silly bones dancing on our green floor.
The teacher was irritated, as it was the third day they had
Taken us hostage, encouraging us to be big and quite bad.
We kindergarten lovelies were shaking and laughing, lying on the floor.
Happy skeleton was laughing too, his skull popped off and flew out the door.
The teacher rolled her eyes, she knew a teachable moment when she saw one.
“The leg bone is connected to the foot bone,” she started to sing, oh, what fun!
We sang ‘dem bones’ loud and proud, Max, Jack, and Molly and me.
We sang them all day, big and loud. We sang hearty ‘til
A quarter ‘til three.
Setting: As curtain opens, siblings are glued to the facebook page
flooded with congratulatory messages for the children’s ensemble
under their mentorship.
Characters:
Martina – Voice coach, 30 years old
Martha-choir conductress, 28 years old
Dialogue:
Martina: Congrats, Sis; we are blest
to see these kids do their best.
Martha: Yes, I’m thankful for good reviews
surpassing fake news.
Martina: Indeed, the children radiate joyous glow
singing well with their might, not just for a show.
Martha: I delight witnessing them in their confident poise
while enthralled by their united voice midst vexing noise.
Martina: That’s why I prefer mentoring to young ones,
since they are more teachable than those who were young once.
Martha: You’re right. Children accept costumes with cheer
while adults compare what they wear against their peer.
Martina: What matters most is we optimize our singing venture
as we pray and trust God to bless our training stature.
Martha: Sure, we thank the Lord for our parents’ legacy
to fulfill tasks with excellence by His gracious sufficiency.
Epilogue: (Together, they sing their piece
to the tune of “Doe a deer a female deer…”)
Do what’s right, though faced with blight
Ready to soar along faith-flight
Me and you must see what’s bright
Following God’s guiding light
So we can work midst delight
Lamenting not for our fright
Till we reach triumphant* height
That inspires us to do more.
Curtains close.
*2 Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
Poem employing couplet and monorhyme
June 4, 2024
10th place, "Curtains" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 6/5/2024