Short Teachable Poems

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In the Mirror

Ebullient, effulgent, egalitarian, eclectic, thankful, thoughtful, teachable, tenacious in earnest.


February 20, 2024.
me


Premium Member Corn Snake Meal At Noon

snake devours mouse
children in the class all scream
teachable moment

teachers idea
I hear it from my office
where are the phone calls
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Teachable Moment

Recess is over. It's time for class
   What's the kid got there
      --A bug in a glass?

Think now, teacher
   Is your class boring, perchance?
      This kid's really interested
         ~ Here's your big chance!

Premium Member In Me God

Teachable gentle spirit
Enter into me
Give me your holy, holy presents
Preside in me
Present me before God
Cleanse me whiter than snow
Give me the right way to go
In me God, God in me

11/16/16
by James Edward Lee Sr.

Premium Member A Teachable Moment

a teachable moment...

...is not a moment
but a sighting
of a re-coloring
of that Presence..

...is always a surprise
a radical expression
shining in newness
in that Presence..

...is a reminder
not of how things are
but how we are
as that Presence...


Premium Member Ambitious Dreams

Dream the ambitious dreams of romantic young! Their visions of life have just begun. Encourage their future road. Reassure their load, reachable rung. Teachable, achievable code, in a continuous mode to reap rewards of what they’ve begun. Dream the ambitious dreams of romantic young!
Form: Other

Teachable Moments

A curious minded child asked me, "what happens when you die."
Since I've only been alive, "I wish I knew the answer", is what I replied.

"Could it be like nothing ever happened, as if time passed us by,
like a classified file from a government spy."

The purpose of a teacher is to invoke thoughts in the mind.
To challenge whats taught, and see with their own eyes.

Brick Walls Do Not Lie

Mysteries abound
riddles and conspiracies
bound around
like cat nipped kittens.
What to consider, what to investigate,
unravel and expose?
Some flounder in the maze and mire
of partial uncertainties.
The clear of eye
believe in nothing they see
or are told
for all is not as it seems;
even so,
18-wheelers may yet occasionally
run us over
with their 40 tons of teachable truth.

RESPECTFUL

It is teachable 
Yet it cannot be found 
The sequences
It is reachable 
Yet it cannot be established 
The formulation
Happiness,

Release those feelings 
As they would not be needed 
It has come
Release that pain
As it would not be endured
It has gone
Freedom,

It is productive 
Yet it cannot be used
The morals
It is constructive 
Yet it cannot be created 
The values
Happiness

The Tomb Is Democratic

The tomb is democratic,
humility in plenty it has,
hospitality is assured.
All types of people enter
and dwell with no visas,
no deportation is done
no tribalism in service
the noble last kingdom
It is best refugee camp,
best tourist destination,
the best for investment,
where taxes are not paid
corruption is unknown,
hurricanes cannot reach.
It’s a democracy built on
mutual trust of those
who were both teachable
and ineducable.
Form: Elegy

Premium Member What Dreams Are Made Of

Memories and dramas replaying through the night
Some dreams are so beautiful and unbelievable
Others take you through a night’s journey of fright
They can be so powerful and conceivable

I wonder if dreams are trying to make things right
Making those little parts inside of us reachable
Keeping that light inside of us glowing bright
Taking moments of life makes them teachable

Edward J Ebbs - 09/01/12


Written for a Contest, What Dreams Are Made Of
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Feybound

Recycled poetry,
we’ve used all these spells before;
Abracadabra, 
a whisper to make that cauldron simmer…

Calling corners?
familiar synonyms since the new are..
feckless;
We must honor the magick.

Memorable alliteration;
Innate skills aren’t teachable;
Feybound;
Like you? It simply belongs to the stars…

Remembered ritual,
a taste of what dances upon your tongue;
Phantasma,
you have always had the touch…

It’s not reused, it’s ancient,
it’s as spectral as abracadabra…

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