Rote Poems - Poems about Rote

Beyond the Ivory Tower

Soft ivory pages, crisp and new.
Insulated from the world's harsh truths,
Snuggled in the comfort of rote learning, it waits.

Protected from challenging ideas,
Camouflaged as a bastion of knowledge,
Ignoring sounds of a changing world outside.

Each lesson absorbed, concepts released,
The slightest spark of curiosity dimmed,
Minds anchored to standardised forms.

Slow to evolve, the system creaks.
Returning to the safety of

Categories: rote, children, education, philosophy,
Form: Free verse

Beyond Rote

If we crammed their heads with facts and dates,
Ignoring sparks and curious states,
Would learning ever truly take root?
Children, not clay, for us to sculpt and boot.

Tolerance, not rote, a lesson grand,
Understanding hand in accepting hand.
"Unfold" their minds, like petals in the sun,
Let wonder bloom, the learning race has begun.

Happiness, the compass, guiding true,
Engagement's flame, where

Categories: rote, care, children, education, growth,
Form: Narrative

The Elite

At the front row gain a flag off,
as compared to them in the back.

So the life underdogged,
starting by the rulers.

Zig zagging through a bulk of them,
maneuvered without wings.

I’m gonna bonk at 15 miles.
So life is bonked, trying suck all of the drops.
Gotta slow down as life rotes.

The pace slaps in head, hallucinate the finish line.
As life

Categories: rote, allegory, cancer, crush, social,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

I Don'T Know How To Pray

We say it, Victor kinda asked about it
And it's nothing new, not a surprise
The prayer God welcomes warmly 
Is how Jesus taught (Gospels; Matthew's)

EXPLANATION:
1.  Jesus's disciples asked in Mark 11:1-2, lord teach us to pray .... They were good Jews & observed feasts & sacrifices at the temple ( in Jerusalem) but why ask

Categories: rote, bible, jesus, jewish, mentor,
Form: Bio

Rote

Memory records
All sorts of stuff
Some beyond recall


A watcher sees
All happenings
Stores all in secret


Not one thing is lost
Even those hidden acts
Unremembered nuances


This brilliant library
Buried deep within
Stores all transactions


Such profound secrets
Shame, guilt and regrets
All kept in lost archives


This fabric of consciousness
Vivid living experiences
Woven into timeless memory


Rote remembers mundane
But that is just a minor bit
All else is memory

Categories: rote, change,
Form: Free verse

Rote

Turning,
Merging,
Braking,
Swerving.
Dreaming
of a 
different
life,
a different
place,
a different
time.
Blinking,
Blaring,
Crashing,
Burning.

How did I get here?

Categories: rote, life,
Form: Free verse