Some See
David J Walker
Some see sun
Some see none
some
see
the sum of
light and countable
luminations
Some see night
and fear
As the first creation
Falling near
Failing feint
supplications
Some see music
Dancing in bright hues
and tunics
tied to
what might be true
To flight
and memorization
Some see
the sea
in mountainous
waves
and crave the honors
of the brave
and celebration
Some see nothing
At the end
of every road
losing to infinite
Calibrations
“No one is free until everyone is free” --
An aphorism worthy of memorization
I cannot imagine anyone would disagree
No one is free until everyone is free,
Applying to everyone, not just you and me
It must be the benchmark of civilization
No one is free until everyone is free –
An aphorism worthy of memorization.
written March 1, 2022
A fit is thrown at the mere suggestion that they have to memorize something.
Memorization is boring.
They refuse.
What is the point?
We have the Internet.
We have I-pads.
We have I-phones.
We do not have spelling lists any more.
Spelling tests are passé’. Too boring. Too much memorization.
What is the point?
Math facts? Why should we learn them? They are on the Internet, right?
Our standardized tests scores are in the toilet. Who cares? As long as we can play our nightly video games. We do not have to read for many of them.
Multiplication tables? Overdone.
Addition facts? Useless.
Dictionary? Fiction-ary.
Children of today will not be able to write a sentence or spell a word or check their paychecks
If technology goes down. We can say we are paying them $500 an hour, and pay them $3 an hour.
It is the way of the future, and is this not grand?
We wear uniforms.
Pleated cloth, v-necks, submission with a smile. Our uniform
We ask for privileges that should be our right.
We are not prisoners, their is no barter system here. We have no rights.
Punishments do not fit the crime. We will always be caught.
Nature’s beauty suffocates as we are trapped inside our minds.
Don’t speak your mind.
Math, science, english, history
we go through the motions of class.
We go through the motions. Our minds want more than memorization.
Conversation. Is not allowed.
School does not take precedent.
Re-molding our minds matters more than math.
Dear Poetry Soup connoisseurs, and
courageous ones sharing and learning
There are those of you leaving me breathless
with your best, I must confess
Those vocabs astounds me to point
of fixation, research, memorization
Look at one poet's, "serendipitous" I now know
they're lover of words without obsession
Dear me, I arrived at Soup, hoping
my hobby would bud, but it blossomed
There are countless connoisseurs I wish
to thank; some have graced us with contest
Now and then I think of joining
them, but it's yet spring of my blossoming
My name is Iris, and there'll
be more thoughts on us soupers.
*
In school, I had to memorize
A Kilmer poem called “Trees.”
I wasn’t crazy ‘bout it, but
I did the deed with ease.
My 6th grade brain had lots of cells
Absorbing all the stuff
I entered as I learned things;
There was always room enough.
But as the years flew by, that brain
Was filling to the brim
And adding more, or trying to,
Took me out on a limb.
Abilities go AWOL, too,
And thus memorization
Appears at this time to have gone
On permanent vacation.
I have a speech to memorize –
Of course, it’s rhyming verse –
And I’m not sure if reading it
Or botching will be worse.
I’ll try it but will sneak a copy
Just in case I need it,
Though I’m expecting, honestly,
Most likely I will read it.
What is not a question forms phraseology
Parallel worlds in freelance
A Fraction of elevated erudition
where days discuss weeks
hours neglect seconds
And accommodations without specifications
scar our ability to comprehend.
So an explanation sounds like run on sentences
Using the same words...how appropriate
This easily manifests memorization or hypnosis
or LORD.
Duly noted...the sickness of inception does not intercede
This fat swallowing, nerve bottling, bottomless pit.
Stays famished seeking atonement to vomit
and what is sincere continues to mask its true appearance
in how to believe its snug turtle neck.
"So how do I breathe?" You may ask.
Start over...You're welcome.
Do you ever think about why you came to college?
to meet some new people? maybe gain some knowledge?
or out of obligation and potentially some homage?
Look, I'm not trying to bash everything about school
It's just not what it could be, it's more of a societal stepping stool,
paying for school to get a job to pay for school, seems cruel
you see, so many of my classes are just memorization and regurgitation
when they should be focused primarily on edification,
everyone's scared to talk in class, products of elementary indoctrination,
example, columbus discovered the americas? that's just falsification,
diluting people's inherent abilities and creativity,
in exchange for robots in suits, cubicles, aka captivity,
in today's world we've mistaken busy for productivity,
think back to when you were a kid, get in touch with your propensities,
you can be anything you want to, theres the secret to happiness and longevity!
It’s a fresh morning of new mercies;
raise your hands in a moment of praise!
Do you recall that you’re in covenant
and covered with the blessings of today?
Spend some quiet and quality time with God;
speak genuinely and offer earnest prayers.
Lift up your concerns and needs of others;
demonstrate faith… by words you declare!
Celebrate the faithful witness of Christ;
open your spirit; pour out your soul to Him.
Find strength as you rejoice in victory;
sing unto Him now with songs and hymns.
Embrace your anointing for life’s ministries.
God grants our petitions with earthly peace.
Renew your mind with the cleansing of His Word
and implement His promise of divine release.
Faith is about proper relationship with God
and not the memorization of spiritual quips;
build real communities with actions of love;
remember that we’re still… called to worship!
-Joe Breunig,
Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Lam 3:22-26; 1 Pet 5b-11; 2 Pet 1:3-11
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
Grounding teeth against the wollywork
Memorization doesn't appetite and clause
Matching petulant crashing opposed
Language and its neighbor
Avenue of bark
Credible crock croaking a broken moat
Butcher a goat
Drowning why like castling a brook
Finalizing a product
Like escaping a hurricane queen
Dragging ten mutinies of throat
Trusting in a scratchboard to mimic an answer
What we don't know
That can television a torch
And repel rocket cocktails
Between the legs of market and street
To scream through a screen
And disrupt sunbelt of orange glo
In college I frequently pulled all nighters
And showed up for morning tests somewhat less brighter
With caffeine and pizza I struggled to stay awake
And was always prepared for exams to take
To excel on the curve, you had to be a fighter
For twelve hours straight, I crammed names and dates in my head
History consumed me and I never went to bed
Memorization proved a successful technique
But my brain grew weary and my eyesight was weak
I always entered the classroom feeling half dead
But never did I experience more dismay
Than I felt when I walked into a class one May
To find I was the only student in the room
Within there was quite a sense of impending doom
The test, you see, had been scheduled for the next day
*Limerick series for Paula's "The Light Is On, But Nobody's Home" challenge
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