"learnings" poems
We meet again, young debutante!
but what next?
shall we ponder over coffee,
or dance through the streets
with only our thoughts to keep rhythm?
Let us ask thine friend, the caterpillar.
nay, he says, neither are to be,
it is a picnic that you seek.
where the ground is warm,
and the sun is hot.
What a grand idea!
I shall go right off
to make thy picnic one of perfection!
but where to start?
to the butcher for meat.
the baker for bread.
...............................
Why must he bother me yet again?
He stalks me like a shadow,
claiming I talk to caterpillars.
he’’s raving mad!
A picnic? I will do no such thing?
however, I can use this to my advantage.
The butcher’s cleaver never looked so beautiful,
the soft glimmer in the light,
Oh but if i could get my hands on it!
His back is turned, now’s my chance!
.................................
Oh dearest! please have some ham and bread.
come sit by me and tell me of your day!
Oh I pray you tell me about your learnings!
What beautiful hair you have!
It glows like the sun shines,
and your dress is even more beautiful than before,
tell me, how do you radiate such beauty?
................................
I will lie.
I can feel the cleaver in my bag,
a weight on my shoulder,
the meat and bread are horrid.
he is so pathetic!
Beauty is the way the blood spurted from his chest!
glowing is how my face feels when it is splashed with his blood!
gentle is the wind over his lifeless body.
Oh what a grand picnic indeed!
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC
we are strong people - full and sure
our purposes are not in conflict - just out of phase
we share the need to achieve
and to find new solutions
we are intense people - busy and needed
our hours are overfull - our agendas undone
we share the delight of discovery
and endure our learnings
we are expectant people - determined and convinced,
respectful and cantankerous
we share an expectation of excellence - of success
though unprepared and unbelieving
we share the need for trust and commitment
we share the dream of excellence
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
From whips and chains
To whips and chains,
Earned by pigmentation.
Suffered through tribulation
Caused by the need for **********
Lead to the names of elders confusion
The game of deception
Lead to liberation.
A work for works sake,
Where all currency we make
Is born for the government to take.
A cycle of earnings and yearnings
Where earnings go to learnings,
And learnings go to younglings,
Younglings go to work,
And from work they live to buy things
And from these things come the taxings
Of all things to come.
With housing comes heating where water is needed.
These things to provide for the one to be marrying,
And a child she may be carrying which leads to more taxing,
And when this child grows and they don't need your waxing
So begins your pension and time for relaxing.
Living without fear of receiving the axing,
And your wrinkles now potent define all your moods
You may wish you had done what little other men could,
Stand tall where some other pioneer may have once stood,
But instead around the stump no room for a branch,
Locked in by the cycle
Left to pedal with no brakes.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 5:35 AM UTC
I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the sky-lark sings with me.
O! what sweet company.
But to go to school in a summer morn,
O! it drives all joy away;
Under a cruel eye outworn.
The little ones spend the day,
In sighing and dismay.
Ah! then at times I drooping sit,
And spend many an anxious hour,
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learnings bower,
Worn thro’ with the dreary shower.
How can the bird that is born for joy,
Sit in a cage and sing.
How can a child when fears annoy.
But droop his tender wing.
And forget his youthful spring.
O! father & mother. if buds are nip’d,
And blossoms blown away,
And if the tender plants are strip’d
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care’s dismay.
How shall the summer arise in joy.
Or the summer fruits appear.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy
Or bless the mellowing year.
When the blasts of winter appear.
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*Another year has passed
You're stronger now, than your past
All the learnings you've had
Made you much wiser and glad
My dear love, you've grown
From a girl to a beautiful lady
May your wisdom guide you
Through your life in maturity
Be happy for you truly deserve it
Throw your woes afar, you won't need it
For this is your special day
From my heart, I wish you a very blessed and happy birthday!*
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
*Endings are painful, who doesn't agree right?
they say that this is the end of everything you once had,
or the time that you recall memories,
no matter how bad, ugly or painful.
But for me,
endings are just new beginnings,
yes something has to end,
but something will also start.
A new chapter of your story,
a chapter wherein you can apply your learnings from the past,
a new chapter wherein there's a room for a change,
and a new chapter wherein you become stronger and tougher.
Endings can somehow give us happiness,
we can live without doubts,
we can live without even worrying 'bout the past,
and it can give us hope to keep striving and working hard.
So, let us not worry about our life's ending,
your story is what you will make it,
and if it becomes the chapter you don't want,
then be free and open for endings for it is a new start.*
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
I reach out to hold beard of this old man,
On balcony edge he makes me stand.
"It's scary Grandpa, don't leave my hand."
"Worry not my child, won't let you fall on this land."
Sparrows chirping as we feed them sprout,
Flying here and there, I laugh out loud.
Pointing to the sky, "Look at that white cloud."
I learned so quick, he felt so proud.
Bought me different chocolates every night,
I'd sit eating happily, enjoying every bite.
Pretty dress, like a fairy, wings he made me wear,
"Look at me now, I can fly, I swear!"
"This is our stable," I point to the grass
Grandpa carried me on his back at last.
Like a horse, he'd ride smoothly on the floor
Five year old rider, shouting "Off to the door!"
Toys on the table, every day a few,
Puppies and bears all red, yellow and blue,
Tricycle and tents, small pillow fights,
Without his kiss, I wouldn't sleep at night.
We stole cashew nuts, while grandma prayed,
Ate them quick, before her eyebrows raised.
Small trips around the city in our car,
So many stories and learnings he'd shower.
Clapped at my dance moves to every song,
Scolded me for everything I'd do wrong.
Fell on my ankle, losing his balance once,
Couldn't walk that day, but I loved him, I'd pounce
We get a call, a call late at night,
My parents pack bags, rush to the airport flight.
Silence hurt every now and then,
Mom and dad didn't know where to begin.
"Grandma, say something!" But she doesn't
He was here and then he wasn't?
So much more to play, and so little time?
I shed tear every time I remember his rhymes
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
Listen. I'm not silent.
In fact, I'm immensely talkative.
I have a loud mind that produces battalions of statements daily.
I am talkative.
Words egress from my lips like rivers flowing to vast seas.
I speak of my aspirations, dreams, and visions for the future.
I brag about my strengths and feats that I have achieved.
I impart my knowledge and discoveries to the curious.
I am not silent.
I share my experiences and learnings to elicit self-reflection.
I exclaim my inspirations and interests with much enthusiasm.
I was never silent.
I admit my weaknesses, insecurities, and fears with difficulties.
I enumerate my quirks and oddities despite hesitating.
I disclose my secrets and sins that marred me.
Why do you call me silent?
I elaborate my thoughts and my whims on the spot.
I sing my favorite rhymes, lullabies, and songs that are more than just mellifluous melodies.
How can you call me silent?
I utter peculiar lines and cryptic metaphors in varying tones.
I narrate stories of friendships, love, romance, and passion in diverse forms.
I spit verses of hatred, greed, atrocity, and apathy with vehemence.
I scream what's taboo, ****** unconventional, and abhorrent unabashedly.
There is absolutely no space in my mouth for silence.
I am not silent and my lips are not closed.
Your eyes are just covered, and you do not know how and when to listen.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
Beautiful Water
Sweet Spring of Life
You are more than enough as Thee
Each moment I touch
and retouch your beginning
Willingness to Peace
A moment in time
Shared
Memory
Trickling thru
An orchards flare
Of
Apples picked
Macintosh then
First Learnings
Of the Truth
Gladiolus on the Side
Beauty Freed for
A Mothers Love
Ladder
From
Sustenance
To Grace
Something Sweeter Now
Maple Syrup
Tapped
by Wooded Gate
Johnny
A Real Hero
Changed the World
Kindly
And with Love
One Thought
His Pure expression
Always the Same
Gods Good
Life
Guitar String
For the Earth
His Arrow
Split the Heart in Two
An Apple
Felled
To the Ground
Witness
To a World UNComing
Mournful Courage
Put Away
A soldiers
Duty
Paid
Prince
of
Brotherhood
St James
You Now
Are Made
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
Most of my relatives are distant,
But some have the ability
To bring me into an elevenses of life,
And one particular person
Is my cousin, Teresa.
I call her Terry for short.
That doesn't change how spectacular she is
To me, though!
Terry and her family traditionally visit my family
To ring in the New Year.
This New Year, just on a ten-minute car ride to a local town,
Terry talked to me about her plans for her birthday,
And her favorite books to read as of lately:
Weedly-Deedly (about a nice dragon)
And PuddleBooks, which include children characters
Such as Yolanda Yells-A-Lot.
A year or two backward,
I wouldn't have taken the topic so seriously
As I am one to easily laugh about anything
Depending on what thoughts are in my mind usually.
However, as long as I don't know fully the plot, the scenes
Of what happens in such fiction as the PuddleBooks series,
I am clueless to the lessons and learnings
I could easily miss.
There should be a warning everywhere
Not to look down on what we think we outgrow
As long as lessons are everywhere
For all ages.
There was also a time,
Many moons ago,
When my aunt had the cousins arranged
Seated on a couch
For a picture or two.
I became irritated and uncomfortable
Being claustrophobically shoulder-squished.
Upset, I curled on the floor and cried
In front of everyone in the room.
The first gesture that Terry offered me
Was a hand to pull me up from the carpet,
Of which I accepted,
Like a ***** toward a penetratingly loving Samaritan.
Before my relatives departed today,
My aunt told me how stellar Terry's memory is
And can be.
My aunt backed her claim strongly
By telling me how Terry remembered a quiet morning
Where she and I were the only ones awake
And I made waffles for her.
You don't have to go to a concert
To make special memories.
You're not required to know all
Or be all
To be recognized.
And my cousin Terry, alive and well,
An interactor for sure,
Doesn't need the sky
To be a soul of sunshine.
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
Your beauty hides, it's true
'Til after most harrowing moment
Then close and real and sincere
You step forwards
Full of grace and calm.
Please stay true to yourself
Your true true self that is
Don't give in to easy temptation:
A magic potion quick fix
Underneath feelings rile and strangle
Turn stale and fester
Let them out
Let it out
In song or poem or husky roar
Feel it fully to heal it more.
Somewhere deep down I know you
Somewhere you know me too
Connections made will not be lost
Even with time and space
Please remember I truly care
And others love you the same
Reach out, open up
To connect more truly
In empathy, they long to listen
Your beauty hides it's true
But we all know it's there
Don't lament of weak spirit
Rise up oh inner strength
Embrace the nature inside
One day we will meet again
As friends
Our connections will be renewed
With music and laughter and bananagram
'Til then tears must be shed
With happiness as well as sorrow
Thank you for the teachings and learnings
Thank you for being a part of my journey
Thank you for the growth I now hold
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 4:30 AM UTC
#*
A devout spiritual
Birth and death
A mere passing
To closely watch this beautiful world
Temporary the presence
Learnings and memories
For the soul
Depth of this life
Felt
The fragrance of ancient soil
The mountains rock solid
And the journey of the slope
Under the luminous sky
Yet, a belief in the higher power
The divine, supreme being
Ever so deeply rooted
Beyond the cycle of life and death
Lord Shiva
To draw strength and endurance
Some wisdom
To walk the path of truth
Not through rituals
But being closely guided by the divine
In deep reverence
Chanting
Ten thousand times
Om Namah Shivay
Uprooting the fears
Gently placing faith
In place
Belief in self
In the power of the divine*
🔆🌿🌿🔆
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 7:18 AM UTC
*Though our galaxy is
tinier than the eye of a smallest ant
Yet while loving you
I had a perforation is my heart
So big to swallow millions of such galaxies
Since birth this hole
Was occluded by
learnings and knowledge
And remained unopened
Till I saw YOU - my LOVE!
Rare it is
To unclose this hole
But just a glimpse of yours
Did the trick...!
Where, O Beloved
Where, O Beloved
You acquired this MAGIC
To open this hole in my heart
That can **** in the entire universe
In an instant
Just by a single thought
of LOVING YOU?*
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
*
The day we are born
We are at LOVE's shore
The LOVE within us
Is at shore
Nothing leaves LOVE's shore
It is the learnings
That is stuff in us
That we unknowingly absorb
That make our EGO BIG
To sail our thoughts
Deep outside at seas
While our good being still
Stands at the shore
At LOVE's shore
The thoughts have their
Own ways of intelligence
Thoughts reason out
Big tides and smaller tides
Big ebbs and smaller ebbs
And worries about plans
Of their journey to sail
Back to the shore
The shore...
They have not left at all
In the first place
The LOVE's shore...
That is already within them
It is just an illusion
Or call it a delusion of LIFE
That perceives and imagine things
That may not even exists
We seem to enjoy all these worries
Thanks to the horrid life we live
In pursue of materialistic success
That beats us black and blue with
Doubts, fears, prejudices
Judgments, mistrusts
suspicion and defiance
YOU are at shore
LOVE is at shore
BELOVED is at shore
LOVER is at shore
I am at shore
YOU are at shore
We all are at shore
What has drifted along with
Our EGOIC thought is:
- Our humanity
- Our trust
- Our belief
- Our faith
- Our LOVE
True LOVE will never
Dispose, remove or eliminate
True LOVE will give you FREEDOM
True LOVE will set you FREE, liberated...
To bear, give birth, create
To establish, uphold and build
The stronger bays for
Our Souls at the shore
To give and receive LOVE
At the LOVE's shore
*
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
"I hate lies" it can be heard anywhere
but for me lies are important
If teacher asked to a student about his
Course learnings and due to fear or hesitation He told lessons than his learnings.but if he said teacher must will be ask
So the student will have to learn these incomplete lessons
We know he lied but being free to called lier infront of teacher
and learnt lessons also a plus point for him
It's based on a true story for full story you can visit
"https://openthoughts1-0.blogspot.com/2020/07/i-lied-many-times-but-i-am-not-lier.html?m=1"
I am sure it can change your views on somethings
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 6:25 PM UTC
Now that I know you,
your smile flutters my heart with wings,
you do,
and your eyes sparkle bright like diamond rings.
Whenever we touch,
your skin is wind teasing my yearnings.
Touching much,
my passions ache for ****** learnings.
My thoughts are yours,
and your strong fingers explore my mind persistently,
opening doors
and exposing our love's history.
I am starving affection,
your arms without my embrace is cold,
once again,
soon you will be mine to hold.
Your memory keeps me higher,
we have been through much together,
my every desire,
and I will love you forever.
Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 11:20 AM UTC
My mama used to leave me at home,
Leaving me with only pencil and papers alone.
I started scribbling forming things unknown.
And soon mama noticed something I form.
The lines I made gradually make sense,
Shapes and letters my step to be literate.
They let me into kindergarten
And enhance the knowledge i have taken.
In my grade school days I embrace knowledge
I carry those learnings like a luggage.
Those things I acquire it made me confident
That builds my self from past to present.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
*I'm happy and contented from the start
And then she broke my heart
I cried many times
Met new friends and did mountain climbs
Filled myself with alcohol
Lose myself out of control
But life doesn't end here
I even became a frustrated William Shakespeare
In times like these
Family will always be your fresh breeze
And then add your friends
They are all godsends
Thank you for this experience
I know this is part of my existence
Thank you God for all the blessings
Thank you family and friends for all the learnings*
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC
a fine nine,
an eye feast,
boy of man,
a man in his
prime boyhood,
a creature-so pretty that
invokes eye smiles,
auto-no-hesitation
mop of hair
even the day
after his haircut,
wise and hungry,
an adult,
a child,
in a fine nine year old
boy body
spout, no,
his child-like wisdom
adult easy steady and sweet,
easy in and easy out,
a long strand of a sensible
sweet spaghetti softly shared smiling
this special child,
no kin of mine,
and my words
can not capture
a sweetness so sane,
so brilliant, I wonder
why to try
yet here is this
wonderful child
on a freezing cold
Orchard Street night,
surrounded by hipsters,
hugging me good night
he does not question,
does not break away,
let's you drink him,
and takes freely
what you want to feel,
a creator,
birthing companionship in gentility
days later you limbs burn
with pleasure of his young arms
kind sweet tea,
the taste mint,
on the tongue of your soul,
the brilliant sanity
of a nine year old boy
who is quietly love-perfect
wonderful to hug
a gift to me
makes me want to live
longer
in that winter garden,
we bite each other,
our Adam's apple
from the tree of knowledge
newly fallen,
each sharing a secret,
mine - you need never fear;
his- you have done ok
and await our next rendezvous
to exchange new learnings
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 1:16 AM UTC
It was all silk and sawdust
Mamas skirts rustled a sunday mass
and dad wore his bowler hat tilted at an angle
(dirk bogarde -like look)
But he was a farmer.
soon after the service was over
he'd hang his hat by the cowsheds
and wallow in green slushy poo
irrespective of how much it stank
and how natural he looked
throwing sawdust over the caked green pancakes
and shovelling all that crap into a corner,
with sundays best clothes on!
Mama insisted he change first
but no. "The cows need attention
as much as god does, Mama"
We did not argue with his farmyard philosophy
but that's where we cut our teeth
and tasted a mans love for his animals
both human and beast and that's where
we understood that sunhats, bowlers
and polished walking sticks
were just statements that didn't come
from a book- but society. Somehow
he mixed the two learnings
to get along with everything.
I missed him when he milked his last cow
and lay down forever in that quiet evening
as the sun set in an orange sky. The brightest star
that night climbed over the eastern ridges
to grace the night. Dad?
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Gazing at
The ever raising,
Of everybody,
*I die daily.. *
Stop caging me and my intentions,
My life is mine,
not for implementing,
your learnings and inventions...
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
I would not rather say,
what I felt today.
It was something scary and intense,
that made my nerves go insane.
It is something I asked for,
To continue the learnings I adore,
But, Chaos came into my core.
Now I'm breaking down, oh no.
I recall talking to a stranger.
I told him what I've done before
He was alarmed & disturbed
And kept asking about it all day long.
Today, I asked for a favor
And kept my pride lower than before
My psychological disorder shifted too strong
Now, my body's shaking, oh no.
I rather not tell,
How badly I felt.
How I tried to **** myself
On the 24th day of December.
How suicide thought possess
How PTSD caress.
How down I was, regressed.
Because the only thing people see,
Is the damaged part of me
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
I hope it’s okay
There are teachings and learnings here
Or something
I think pain can be good
Hurt.
Is beautiful
There are deep connections
And share-ings
- So that’s okay, isn’t it?
You remind me of Luke
A tortured soul
Deep deep feelings
I’m curious
Peel back the layers
I should have just been his friend
He needed something
But not a lover to resent
And lose
You would sacrifice
Too much
In the end it could be
Worse
Slashing. Fizzling. Breaking.
I’m cautious:
You might tip-
Over
Like he did.
Keep yourself.
Uphold your values
Your true strength is there somewhere
Hiding in fear of rejection
You’ll shine so so bright!
Glean an enjoyment from life
He did not.
I’ve been on a buzz
Running, running, running
Covering over
The deep sorrow
Contrast to the extreme excite
Mournful
I am empty
Hollow
No one else will fill you up
That’s a love and care you have to give yourself
I’ve been trying to work through all this
Maybe you
And the reminders
Are teachers
A chance for reconciliation
Maybe the girl with the red balloon
Needs to let it go.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
#*Your are neither my sister nor my friend
You can’t be any
Trusted you, like a fool, and you used my heart as a tool
Never mind, can’t deny, it is one
Thanks it’s a two way story
The very tool, weak it maybe as a wrench
Yet a powerful bench
Can take the weight of a thousand forty elephants
Thanks for all the experience
You sure do know to give that
Faking it all as love
Fool no more, lessons they came slow
Learnings this time fast
And sure will make it last
So you see, you’re neither a sister nor a friend, just another teacher and that’s the end*#
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 7:16 AM UTC