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I was young at age but old enough to recognize cruelty
My eyes watered and my tummy ached
I was scared and embarrassed
With wet trousers my tiny thin legs- Shaked
I had raised my hand to go to the john
But my fourth-grade teacher, whom I'll never forget
She wouldn't let me go, why- I don't know?
But I know it was her fault, that I was soaking wet
The kids in my classroom stared at me shaking
Watching me crying, my eyes dripping water
Who will she not let go next?
The boy who sat next to me- or somebody's daughter
My mother, may she rest in peace
Rushed to the school to bring me some dry clothes
She spoke to the principle in a fiery rage
That's when all hell broke out, and a firing arose
That was the last time I saw that mean teacher
Never again would she teach in that school
I hope that she learned a good lesson in life
It's not very nice to be disturbingly cruel
November plays
With rainy moods;
Overcast sky
Audience gathers
Teenagers align;
Protocol dictates
School talk moment
Share the writer's way;
Story persuasion
Curious faces
Sit and stare blankly;
Open box mystery
Play wit and urge
Thirteen-year olds;
"Do what you love..."
Pun with fun factor
Takeaway message;
"Love what you do..."
Exhort tomorrow's crowd
"Dream big. Work on it."
Too late can come too soon
Plant a seed thought
Nurture an idea;
"Work hard to be happy..."
Charm words story
Tale of thoughts happy;
Passion acts out purpose
A day well-spent
Sure poise of voice;
Passion speaking clear
Perfection lives well
Mundane routines veil;
Look beyond bland
Words and visuals
Sensory stimulus;
Heart knows the mind
End of brief tale
Kind applause greets;
Community service heals
Chat with teacher
Check on delivery;
Happy outcomes
Trip here felt good
Sunny weather;
Homebound torrential
Quick meal and rest
Exhausted senses;
Nap to recover
Leon Enriquez
11 November 2014
Singapore
Learn earn return
Learn
Every great man was once a child
He was once nurtured and taken care by the parent and his community
He was thought in school by a teacher
He learn to speak and walk by his own people
Time to time days after days
He keep growing and keeps learning
Till he becomes a man
Earn
Every man has a process of growth
After our studies at school
All we do is work
All we are faced with is how much to earn
On this time of life there is no more going back
Some men earn so richly
Some men earn so little
So when you are bless out there remember where you started from
Don’t forget home
Return
After all we learn
After all we earn
Home call is always worth it values
No place like home brother
So show love to the place you started
Return to your root after labour
Reconnect with your love ones
Don’t let any things to cut you off your home
Remember every great man was once a child
So give back to the community who saw you through at young times some
Returns
I remember the days when I couldn’t write, so teacher said I was Bad “your never get
nuffthing right” but papa said "I Can Fly", "touch the Sky", told me "I’ma Winner and never
forget that", as he looked in my eye’s as papa had placed me on the kitchen side.
So I can’t write down exactly what I want as am dyslexic but I still write because am a
Winner and I have the power of overcoming and understanding so I dont let it effect me well
to a certain degree.
So I don’t really call myself a poet, i'm just someone who like/needs to express themselves,
test themselves, just happy I can do it for myself
So God bless Mama
God bless Papa
But
God bless the children that have their own mined.
Tallan J Bent (c) 02/01/09 11:30Hrs
Dad what is religion, it so confuses me
I know about church is that all it can be?
I sing the songs and listen to stuff
But watching the tele this isn't enough
Sweatheart it's another one of those things
Steeped in tradition with all that brings
We must remember, there are many beliefs
From Buddhists to Islam, Jewish and Sheikhs
Dad why if they're good, why do they fight
I see it in history they all think their right
How can killing be good, surely that's wrong
Bombs and murders how can this belong
Sweatheart it's not easy, emotions run high
Maybe they need to reset, ask themselves why
There is good in us all, that is for sure
Maybe we need to expect so much more
Dad so which God is the only true one?
The one true God from when time begun
It has to be wrong to have all this fighting
How can good cause all this evils igniting
Sweatheart God is in each of our souls
Goodness and friendship must be our goals
Each religion has true love in its heart
Everyone must find it, before they depart
Dad I think I get it, regardless of religion
We need to see love and not just Division
Some extremists have forgotten this love
They are in need of guidance from God above.
He came as a babe in a manger,
left His Throne and His Glory above,
To bring us His grace and salvation
and show us the meaning of love
And the angels, they wept, for they knew of the things as a Man upon Earth He must face.
Of the trials, temptations and the meanness of men, just to bring them salvation and grace
They had only a stall in a stable to spare,
for there was no more room in the Inn,
So our precious baby Jesus was born in the straw,
for our King, what a way to begin
On a night like no other, it was dark, but bright light, from a star in the sky shown down
on the place in the straw where the baby was lain,
as if lighting the way to be found.
And the animals drew close to protect and give warmth to this baby so helpless and small,
as if they knew He was special,
He was born for great things,
and someday would save us all
And although they were sad, the Angels, they sang, Glory to God in the Highest.
For they knew who He was, who He was born to be, then that night became still and silent.
And the angles they spoke to the shepherd’s near by and told them to not be afraid,
for we bring you good tidings and Wonderful News,
the shepherds fell on their knees and prayed.
Then they followed that star to the stable,
where the angel had said he would be.
When they looked on this baby,
they bowed down in awe,
for they knew they were seeing their King
Then the wisemen they came from far distant lands
and they carried their gifts of great worth.
And they bowed down and worshiped this tiny King, whom they’d awaited so long for his birth
Yes He came as a babe in a manger,
walked this earth as a teacher and friend,
gave sight to the blind healed the sick and the lame, gave hope to the hopeless and then....
As the angels stood ready to come to His aid,
one word and they’d rescue this King.
He died on a Hill on a Cross all alone,
Love, life and mercy to bring.
And that gift that He brought on that night long ago
as He laid in that manger of hay,
is still offered to all just as it was then,
won’t you call on His name today
Yes wise men still seek Him
and Angels still sing.
And all of creation points the way to our King
There are people that come to the Literacy Centre,
They spend an hour of their time
With someone to help them with knowledge , their difficulties,
Of lessons not understood.
There are many subjects math,reading spelling and computers
The teacher gives one-to-one instruction with each student
Before something new is given , she makes sure you understand
Then there are lessons to take home to be done later.
At the Literacy Centre we come to learn and explore new subjects
For anyone with difficulties, somehow we find it easier
It's a place for anyone who wants to improve themselves
No matter who you are, the Literacy Centre is the place for you.
This is where I learnt the use of the computer, and to learn to write some forms of poetry in a town called Wiarton Ontario.
A long time ago
Some wise advice was shared
And it's very helpful for us today.
This is how much the advisor cared.
It's in our human nature
To worry about tomorrow
Especially if in recent times
We've faced challenges, fear and sorrow.
"Never be anxious about the next day."
Easier said than done, well known.
But the wisdom is clear to see because
"Each day has troubles of its own."
Prior to this the great teacher asked,
And reason on this of you can,
"Who of you by being anxious
Can add to your life span?"
And though troubles may seem endless
And with it quite severe,
It is possible not to be overwhelmed
By unhealthy, anxious fear.
These practical words of wisdom
Came from one who knows the best
How calmer you will feel inside
If you put them to the test.
If we can learn to take
Each day as it comes along,
We will find ourselves surprised at how
Following this advice can make us strong.
(Matthew 6:34, 27)
Need a dash of distraction?
Want to play the YES Game?
(A curious voice whispers)
Are you a poet with lone-wolf personality tendencies?
(Answer YES silently, so only you'll know)
Are you a solitary person who loves being alone to write
Are you a rebel who resists conforming to social norms as you view the world
While trying not to conform
Are you independent and self-reliant
Subtly defiant
Do you prefer quality to quantity in your relationships
Less is the best
More a test
Do you highly prize your own choice of experiences and freedoms
Above all else
Whatever comes next
Are you a deep-thinking and introspective people watcher
A silent viewer
A wordy reviewer
Or are you a soul searcher looking for your missing link
In ink
But perhaps your true gift is a supernatural ability
Like mine
To with time
Explore the unknown realms within yourself and maybe others
And finally
As a poet
Are you an
Autodidact
Just like the true me,
A lone-wolf painter
Creating through words
Poetic Art
A person who teaches himself or herself, rather than being taught by a teacher
For we aren't we all but Poetry
Street corner preachers
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Friends came around
upset and angry
with their children
a child's fist
flew through the wall
It's your fault
the child said
It's your fault
my life is like this
several arguments
go into make one
a child's anger because
of the state
Government rules
stupidity of men
the child was told
you have a right
to the youth allowance
you have a right to money
for him to get the benefit
required his mother
to reduce her share
money used to pay rent
now he wanted to waste on lollies
rules of stupidity
create by men
it's your fault we're like this
the words fall from
the child's mouth
cutting the mother's heart in two
words twisted by the drunken heart
word corrupted by the use of drugs
a mothers heart broken
exposed to the pain
Did she have faults
yes we all have faults
in the past she had
a drinking problem
did she create all the problems
No, children also have brains
they decide if they take drugs
they decide if they become violent
they decide if they're going
to break the law
They decide to avoid school
talk through lessons
decide to cheat
or act the fool
yet sometimes there's a problem
sometimes the eye's can't see the board
sometime the teacher works to fast
and the child can't keep up
sometimes the teacher
also shares the blame
lifes complexity
the challenge is
to unravel the truth
don't look to criticize
or punish
look to build systems
that improve life
people that struggle don't need pain