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Learning The Teaching Profession
A Prof. Ed. subject – The Teaching Profession
Here we also realize teaching as a vocation
A calling from God & a calling from man
To teach is a mission…see how it's done
From classroom to outdoors, the teacher goes global
From past to present, teaching goes digital
For one to teach, he must first be taught
Standards are met, requirements are sought.
-01/07/2017
(Dumarao)
*PEN Poems
The world's oldest profession
is considered a crime
yet only the females therein engaged
are arrested fined or serve time
to all concerned
it's a business transaction
ain't nobody's but their own
providing satisfaction
money's the motive
with payment surrendered
and they have the means
for services rendered
but altho' the women may not have been kissed
if all involved are consenting adults
a victim here does not exist
Each person has his own teacher and mentor
By their example, they inspire us to go through life
Attain and arrive to our peaks with dignity
To achieve success in everything we do
I want to express my sincere gratitude
To mentors and teachers for our knowledge
Teacher, mentor is a vocation
A destiny from God, a calling of the soul
Only the strong at heart
Can carry out this noble mission.
If I could have any profession in life what might that be
Perhaps a world leader so I could fix the economy
Maybe an astronaut, but probably not because I would look down on everyone
Although traveling through space might be a whole lot of fun
Or perhaps a tech leader to help advance new technology
Not going to work, I would be wrapped up in constant government bureaucracy
How about a doctor who tries to save people's lives
Long hours and stress, not sure I could survive
Being a professional athlete sounds like an exciting thing to do
But then a bad injury might occur, than I am through
So many choices out there I could choose to explore
In the end, I think I will just grab my lunch, head off to work, and not think of this anymore
When I was young I wasn't much into hugs
or prolonged touch..
I tolerated a peck on the cheek or a kiss
on the forehead before falling asleep..
Probably due to my older sis and her bear like
hugging, a mixture of love and her strength,
that often felt like a mugging..
Many a time I'd balk at requests to be hugged,
two bodies colliding.
It felt too intrusive to me and awkwardly confining.
My second husband changed this all and in time
my hugging dislike was solved.
He gave such secure and comforting hugs, my body
would melt with the strength of his love.
Once a client asked me for a hug at the end of his massage session.
This is a definite red flag for therapists in that profession.
In these recent years now I live alone, several hours from family
and my native home.
At times I miss the intimacy of a hug, that close and calming connection
that leaves one feeling snug.
I'm certain there's others who feel the same way. Why don't we have free
hugging stations for humans today?
You go to the gas station and get a free hug, while the car's tank is filling you also feel love!
If it were not for you I would
live carelessly unashamed
But instead I live carefully
Unabashed unafraid unrestricted
Unrestrained ambushed by
Ambushed by memories I thought
I had forgotten so sorrowfully for
Me to be on bended knees
Begging for forgiveness
Breathlessly starving for your
Affections stop this dizzying
Dance and surrender I care for
No other attraction but you
Arouse my feelings of content
You're the pleasant pressure I
Swoon in
No mild adjustment no other you
I trust in for today is yours your
Ecstacy your dreams uncried tears
No wretched memories come
Afoot I'm pouring my heart out to
You so I think you should know my
Heart beats just for you
There i have confessed my whole
Soul to you that look those eyes
That angelic face my craze for you
Searching…
The quest
Is the test
Searching…
For my best
Getting no rest
Searching…
The depths of my soul
Life has taken its toll
Searching…
Prayers for the families
Feeling the pain of past tragedies
Searching…
For the rainfall
Dry lands need it all
Searching…
The love that heals in the world
It will make the guarded hearts unfurled
Searching…
Like the bird
Looking to nest
Searching…
High and low
Like a bozo
Searching…
All around
I’m the happy clown
Jesus was a carpenter,
he worked with saw and hammer.
He pounded, banged, for 20 years,
it was an awful clamor.
Then he spent three years a'preachin',
he never had a stammer.
At last they nailed him to a cross,
nevermore to yammer.
Every job is pure gold,
This truth, all must know,
Whatever job you may hold,
Real sincerity, you must show,
Take decision by being bold,
You will successfully grow,
Great secrets, you will unfold,
When you suffer sorrow,
To God, let your state be told,
He will give a better tomorrow,
Let your emotions be controlled
And your efforts be thorough,
In good souls' list, get enrolled,
Let your ideas be never narrow,
Accept calmly criticism-arrow
And grow wisely everyday old!
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Written April 4, 2022
Timmy couldn’t wait for the fireworks display
Brilliant bursts in the night sky blew him away
The first time he saw them he cried,
Then match and chemicals he tried
And now, years later, that’s how Tim earns his pay.
written December 24, 2021
Above and beyond
Both profession and calling
I only wish every child has a teacher
Like Caren in life
Then not a single child
Would ever be left behind
And have a fighting chance
To advance
Poetic heart
Not for the wealth making profession
Poetic breath
Not for the luxurious life spending profession
Poetic life
Not for the revengeful constitution compiling profession
Here
In these words
Silently poet lives
All thoughts, spoken or unspoken
The true mighty foods
Poet cultivate these by pen and paper
Poetic cultivation
For the ecstatic esoteric life
Where poet lives long
Poet not for profession
Poet for world peace vision
-January 19,2020 Chattogram
I'm a bit concerned about the medical profession
Though I understand the importance of each scheduled session
But in the back of my mind
Can't help questioning it, I find
Mostly affects those most vulnerable on pension
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