Long Teaching Poems
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When I feel you breath into me.
I am high.
I feel like a balloon.
Surrendered by belief.
This is the highest that I'll ever get.
To taste your freedom.
To breathe in it. To bask in it.
With each breath given, I hold on tighter in fear that
at any moment things could change.
That any moment may be my last.
Your kiss further comfirms.
This bubble of joy that comes alive everytime that you are around.
You blew life into me.
Teaching me the meaning of change.
A change I have yet learn.
Things that I have neglected myself.
I have lost the feeling of standing on the ground.
It is yours and yours alone, this breath I give back to you
September 15 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Daniel 1-3
Key Verse – Daniel 1:17 As for these four children, God gave them knowledge and skill in all learning and wisdom: and Daniel had understanding in all visions and dreams.
HEART THAT ASKS GOD FOR KNOWLEDGE AND WISDOM
Our heart asks God for knowledge and wisdom about Bible-salvation’s fruition
Surely teaching our spirituality for maturity-perfection
While assuring us His regeneration-transformation
Thus, letting us enjoy eternal life’s jubilation.
Our heart asks God for knowledge and wisdom about faith-maturity
Surely strengthening our conviction from hypocritical religion’s falsity
While upholding us with His truth-certainty
Thus, empowering us to overcome sinfulness’ adversity.
Our heart asks God for knowledge and wisdom about growth-fruitfulness
Surely making our character bloom toward Christ-likeness
While nourishing us through discipleship-effectiveness
Thus, nurturing us to produce good works’ bountifulness.
Our heart asks God for knowledge and wisdom about servant-stewardship
Surely plucking our slothfulness against laxity’s friendship
While blessing us by His workmanship-partnership
Thus, prodding us to labour with diligent prayer fellowship.
Our heart asks God for knowledge and wisdom about Scripture-living
Surely turning our perspective toward holiness-cleaving
While instructing us through His counsel’s relieving
Thus, training us to persevere for righteous striving.
Our heart asks God for knowledge and wisdom about supplication-fervency
Surely pulling our dependence from self’s potency
While driving us by His power-sufficiency
Thus, enabling us to learn with trust’s persistency.
Our heart asks God for knowledge and wisdom about ministry-experience
Surely bringing our devotion upon commitment’s resilience
While molding us along His gentleness-patience
Thus, exhorting us to practice willing obedience.
September 16, 2026
I saw a thousand things today
powerless to impact but in little way
millions of children no meal will eat
but we can't decide upon which treat
There is no water to drink that's clear
weapons and bullets so many have fear
the leaders of religions their children molest
praise their God and commit incest
Against this system so many swear
to effect its changes way to few dare
cars and houses with sensual delight
clouds that clarity to do what's right
Countless lives passed through history
too many cannot define it's mystery
bodies rocking their prayers to the wind
wondering when will their suffering end
Those that are weak the predators prey
using excuse that they are built that way
Babylon rides the back of the Beast
we have been deceived from greatest to least
Even those who carry the true Gods name
have put the teaching of Jesus to shame
they have put good for evil and evil for good
accuse those who tell truth that its falsehood
Twenty thousand children one religion confess
fathers and elders with rape cause duress
the numbers are too miniscule I fear
this number is only two continents I hear
With pleasure and entertainment buried our mind
but our choice and voice our actions define
politicians and merchants and news forecasters
religious leaders whose influence are masters
But the finest teacher of recorded time
confessed the Truth taught what's divine
asked all mankind to consider his word
till your decisions and choices prove you've heard
The finest qualities displayed among men
could all them be found in him
yet not one among man have I found
the depth of him can equal abound
No life has any true power
without its commitment to good in its hour
I saw a thousand things in my mind today
like a moving picture on permanent display
Matthew 12:3-21 15:1-20
Matthew 23
Jude 1: 12-15
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It started out slow
And then it got serious.
I thought it was just a game until you called me kitten
Feelings got in the way when I saw your face
You were trouble from the beginning and I knew it
Using your words in a way to tease and seduce me
Many limits were pushed when I talked with you
Sweet, peaceful and innocent turned into naughty, scary and real
Nobody knew, you were my little secret
Until I was told that you loved me
Perhaps you really did, but then you got clingy
Which turned into overprotective
You made me think that you were all I needed
Getting scared was next to normal and at first it was fun
But unblocking you and allowing you to call me baby was my mistake
Fear made me answer and apologize
Your gas-lighting and guilt tripping made me think it was my fault
When I promised I would not leave, it was a trap
Laying that trap for myself was terrifying
Even though I loved you, I had to let go
The toxicity was suffocating
I do not regret backing away, deleting and blocking you
As a matter of fact, I am proud of me
Thank you for making me stronger and teaching me what my worth is
You were the mistake that needed to happen
One of my biggest pet peeves in the world
When I was in sixth grade was that Mrs. Tuttle
allowed Danny Kridelcome to shout out answers
But if I did it she chopped off my head with a machete.
If I become a teacher I vowed, I will never do that.
Danny would give me a look of pure “haha” before he shouted
Knowing I would also shout, and I would be duly lambasted.
This was 1966, when a student did not challenge a teacher.
Day after day Danny and I would blurt out the answer.
And day after day I would get sliced and diced,
while he received praise. A world where girls do not shout out.
I was a rebel; I could not stop, so did not.
One day when I was teaching a fourth grade class I realized
For the first time that I was letting the boys shout out,
So glad they were participating, but when the girls did it
I was FURIOUS and I was chiding, and shaming them
Because the girls ALWAYS answered.
I tried to go back into my mind to try and remember
how long I had been doing it.
Thankfully my memory failed me,
reducing my shame at my own prejudice.
Tell me, why is is it that only today’s poems read?!
The latest poem...is it just for speed?
You might find gems from a poet's great past,
Written in great beauty, that forever does last!
Even, the most transcendent poets of all time,
Were not three or one line poetry machines!
I wrote close to three-thousand, which in retrospect,
I find, grossly obscene!
Great quality, learning true, classical forms is my new norm.
I was akin to a craven college student in a dorm!
Was popularity only my woebegone daily bread?
What was crawling in my hagiographic head?
Honors to my poet-mentor, I have finally calmed down.
There is no joy for me, being a winner in poetry town.
Life breezes by like an Eagle, then, alas, soon ends.
Poetry, by august writers, awaits me, tween my bookends.
{A tribute to my mentor, and great friend on his birtday}
Whose fine authorship, teaching, and newpsper column.
Using classical forms only, reminds me.
That new, cute forms, keeps souls, minute and lonely.
12/3/2024
Poem One
There are evenings when I walk through “In My Life,”
and find old footsteps waiting in the rain;
“Yesterday” is sitting by the window,
quietly teaching memory its pain.
Yet somewhere beyond the fading shadows,
“Here Comes the Sun” across the garden wall;
and I remember “All You Need Is Love,”
though love itself cannot prevent a fall.
I have traveled “The Long and Winding Road,”
through years I never thought I’d understand;
and learned that “Let It Be” is not surrender—
it is opening the heart, and unclenching hands.
Perhaps “When I’m Sixty-Four” was only dreaming,
but every year has left its mark on me;
and now “Across the Universe” I listen
for something larger than I used to see.
There was “Something” I could never name,
a tenderness that followed me through years;
and “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” reminds me
that even music sometimes sounds like tears.
If tomorrow finds me walking slowly,
with fewer roads and fewer things to prove,
I will carry “And I Love Her” in my heart—
not as a promise, but as something true.
And when the final evening gathers softly,
and “Blackbird” disappears into the night,
I hope I leave behind a little kindness,
a little warmth, a little borrowed light.
Beatles song titles used:
“In My Life” • “Yesterday” • “Here Comes the Sun” •
“All You Need Is Love” • “The Long and Winding Road” • “Let It Be” •
“When I’m Sixty-Four” • “Across the Universe” • “Something”
• “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” • “And I Love Her” • “Blackbird”
I love to know the books you keep,
Where silence gathers, dark and deep,
And stories bloom like summer rain,
To wash away the heart’s old pain.
Your favorite place—the darkened hall,
Where moving shadows rise and fall,
A movie theater, hushed and still,
Where dreams are kindled by your will.
The pages whisper more of her
Than him—soft words that always win.
For women’s voices, tender, strong,
Can shape a world where all belong.
Yet men appear as rivers wide,
Flowing steadfast with the tide,
While women shine like stars above,
Teaching quiet her art of love.
The river’s journey to the sea,
Is faith, is hope, is loyalty,
As waves embrace with endless grace,
The ocean’s arms, a vast embrace.
The moon at night, beneath the sky,
A silver torch when winds drift by,
It keeps its vigil while we sleep,
Guarding their promises, men must keep.
The rooster crows before the dawn,
Its crimson herald, pale and drawn,
It wakes the world with ringing breath,
A song of life, each day from death.
And all you read, and all you dream,
Are threads that weave a shining stream,
A book of love, both fierce and sweet,
That finds its ending, when she goes to sleep.
In the remoteness of a shady forest,
where human presence is too rare,
wild deer have found a home to rest
and there they hide from their hunter
be it some heartless man, an eagle or bear;
they stay closer to their vigilant mother!
Small leaping deer follow her everywhere,
and patently she guides them teaching safety,
they have eaten enough leaves
from the thick berries shrubs;
what they miss is a sparkling brook
nearby to quench their thirst,
will they settle for warm milk,
or go hungry and feel worst?
No, they grunt and don't want only water:
the doe stares at them and leads them away,
realizing that hunger makes them weak!
They have gotten away from their hunter
quite a few times, using the few tricks
they learned quickly from mother deer;
can they be as lucky as they were in tender years?
Somehow, they must survive in restricted freedom,
not ever being caught by roaring predators that loom
behind trees and be killed by their deadly spear
in the peaceful wilderness that turns its deaf ear!
A WASTED LIFE
Does man, fear the pain
From all the scars of war
Feel as better, or as gain
From knowing the score
Was it all worth it, dying
All this blooded rank soil
In the distance as crying
Wasted effort, man's toil
All sacrificed for demons
Who thrill upon your die
Without want, or reason
Humours your death cry
Have we learnt anything
Or; as justify the means
Wrong ideology teaching
As truth remains unseen
You are taking up space
You are costing to much
There is no saving grace
To those who lose touch
No one heeds the lesson
Why now we have to die
As blinded by false hope
When in prayers you cry
We are now the sacrifice
Before the greater world
We are no longer suffice
As to God's ear, unheard
Indiana Shaw . . . : /