"teachable" poems
I’m trying hard to be teachable
But everyday remains much the same
Where the ending is unreachable
And the beginning seems just a game
Rain is pouring down in that dark place
The wind is howling for me to leave
Without a light I can’t find a trace
Give me something to make me believe
Please take this burden from my shoulder
And shine a light that will help me see
I want to learn as I get older
That you will always be there for me
Liebe immer...
Love always
r 9Jan14
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
T is for trials,
Tribulations & torment...
Terrorists trippin
Totalitarian governments
Two cents just spent.
Teachable yet I'm still
Treacherous
...
Take it in, just because I, can.
Thought that I told you,
to tell me to take it tonight!?
Tomorrow will, totally be alright
Tormented by
temptations of drownin it all... in alcohol &
Tramadol
Through the valley I rest
Tested by fires inside of my chest
Toast to the Ghost close eyes &
Then welcome rest.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
I know I'll miss these times once they're sung
The days are busy when they're so young
Little ones that pull on skirts,
Teeny ones held in your shirt
Selflessness we must meet, in order to be built
Recline in the sun's heat, spring flowers bloom and wilt
Everything in its time, these moments will pass
Change another bedsheet, sacrifice and submit
Slow and let your eyes meet, let these sweet moments sit
Everything in its time, these moments will pass
A love so natural, it will not be ignored
It flurries us to higher places and with the air it swings
A love so natural, it demands to be poured
So deep it actually aches, singing sweetly while it stings
Offenses laughable, their silly peccadillos I secretly smile at
Yet they are teachable, I'll raise them to face the world and evil to combat
Innocent little transgressions
My dearest little possessions
I rebuke, I correct, the love goes on, I'll cherish our time while here
Time feels ensconced, but with the dawn, our time will have disappeared
Jun 7, 2024
Jun 7, 2024 at 2:12 AM UTC
Attack the known and unknown fear waiting to strike a death blow to confidence, progress and achievement. Lift up talent's voice. Let the world know who you are. Come out of the valley of the shadow of death. Never let opportunity escape your grasp. Jab daily and knock out failure. Climb hills of disappointment, with the the very best inside. Seek the high ground. Never the low. Be teachable to life's lessons. Listen to elders to go further. Stride toward the farthest horizon with God leading each step. Arise from your bed of unbelief and walk. Let your talents be stubborn and unyielding to defeat. Swim past imperfection and not good enough. Climb out of the crib of woe is me. God made you for greatness. No life should be tongue tied by fear.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
I thought I hummed a happy song,
but without a woman I was wrong.
A belief I was too blind to see.
Women are the best thing,
a man could ever have.
(she points this out to me).
She said that we,
collectively,
would open life's doors,
no less, no more, dance upon floors.
The joy we'll see.
(And while I'm out and about could I
run a few chores?).
She does wonderful things,
so I've been told.
At least I think so,
but this I know.
From the dawn of man,
through the times of sand.
Without a woman,
a man cannot stand!
(She wrote this on the back
Of my hand).
She lovingly wraps herself around
every aspect of my life,
my wife,
to the point I couldn't function
without her. Yes lovingly.
I wouldn't doubt her.
(She seems to have combined both our power).
She had the word TAKEN tattooed on
my arm,
I'm no longer living alone, so what's
the harm.
You can love them or **** them -
thy name is woman.
(when I'm wrong, I hide in the barn).
I try to squeeze her and please her,
kiss her and hold her,
and be mister charming.
She responds by whispering,
don't you have a ballgame to watch
Or something?
(She keeps me running).
I'm a mouse in my house,
who sometimes sleeps on the couch.
While wheeling and dealing with the
strife of married life.
She says it's for the best.
(I now pronounce you man and wife).
I wanted a strong woman that stands
on her own,
stimulates my growth.
Runs her life and runs our home.
A woman who's so much more.
(Be careful what you wish for).
She said you best be knowing,
that lawns need mowing,
kids need growing.
I countered,
can't I just be a snoring and boring,
simply enjoying dad?
She double-countered,
and said, "Women are the best thing a man could ever have".
(Who am I to argue).
I want a mate to share my plate,
one who has the grace,
to have smiles break-out all over
her face.
There's no way her smile could ever
flip upside down,
and become a frown.
(Could it?)
I reach for my back pocket wallet,
but her hand is already on it.
She says sharing is caring,
and it's a wonderful thing.
She states, "You want to be
wonderful too,
don't you"?
(So I guess sharing is the only way).
She says I'm teachable with a
smidgen of logic,
so I'm flexible, and her little project.
Change my stubbornness from bad to
good.
Says I'm hard headed.
(knock on wood).
So that's how it goes, I suppose.
To be a money provider,
a handyman, a chauffeur driver.
To be elated,
sort of appriciated,
to be a married man.
She keeps whispering in my ear,
for my brain again to hear,
and to make it perfectly clear.
"Dear", she says...
Women are the best thing
a man could ever have.
(So I've been told).
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
I have so many wishes for you little one. But you will make your own wishes. So today I ask these things for you.
May you grow in grace and truth, in wisdom and in love.
May you have a humble, teachable spirit and a compassionate heart.
May you be blessed with common sense, good humor and fun, and a love of life.
You’ll need patience and a forgiving spirit too, especially being the little brother.
But above all these things the most we can hope for, is for you to be your own true self.
To take all the gifts that you were born with and make them marvels of beauty and ingenuity and astonishment.
You are so new to this, and for now you are content with such a little world, discovering the air, the light and the blur of faces.
But everyday expands your universe and I promise to share your joy.
I promise to get down on my knees and examine the ants in the dirt;
I promise to find the amazement in a shaft of sunlight, in a bird, in a fish, and a coloured puddle.
I promise to see the humour when you apply oodles of mud and paint on your freshly dressed little body.
I promise to understand your determined opposition to the order of things in general, for ever doing the wrong thing, at the wrong time, in the wrong place, and in the wrong way…because it isn’t wrong at all, it’s just your way.
And as you grow older, I promise that no biting, stinging word of mine, no inadvertent word of bitterness or sarcasm, jealousy or malice, will poison or diminish the joyous, loving, laughing gift I have in you.
At least, I promise to try.
I promise to always be here when you need me, as long as you need me, as comfort, refuge, breathing space, and as a non-judgmental ear.
I promise to care for you, and protect you from harm until you are grown, and then I promise I will let you fly free.
But loving you - I will do all my life.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 5:16 AM UTC
An individual lacking a particular talent
but is honest, open-minded, teachable,
enthusiastic and adamant has a higher
chance at success than a talented person
lacking all the other qualities.
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
I begged the moon for a sweeter escape
a passioned embrace, a brand new shape.
I was released into the wild, naked and anew.
and this is where I found the perfection that is you.
I saved my tears for every breath I could no longer feel,
and you stole my heart with your tongue, softer than steel.
I craved your touch more than life itself,
and I released my emotions I kept bottled on my shelf.
You were the lighter and I the wick,
the heat we made would make someone sick.
I shared the parts of me, once unreachable,
you broke open this vase and made me teachable.
I left my comfort for the pain of love,
and I became that small fragile dove.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
Should my child
Steal an apple
From the orchard,
I wouldn't throw
Her out.
That would be a sin.
The consequences
Could be life altering,
World altering
In certain circumstances.
Here I have a teachable moment.
Rejection is the milk of pride.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
May you find
peace, harmony
love and joy.
Stay close with pondering
meditation and prayer.
Remain teachable.
Let go of pride
seeking riches
fame, power and control.
Let go of negativity.
With wisdom
Grow through failings
That you be not ensnared.
Choose the higher path.
Love. Forgive.
Be Forgiveness.
Remain strong
Never give up
Never loose hope.
Seek a full life
In service
of the highest good
For all.
Share Love.
Receive Love.
Give of yourself freely
in service to others.
If you do
You will find great joy.
Stay connected
To the Spirit.
Stay true
To your Heart's Song.
So in Life, as in Death
You will be always preserved.
Fulfill
The measure
Of your creation
With Joy.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 5:58 PM UTC
Rare gems born of Mankind gifts to humanity.
Perfections of heaven's creations.
Angels with hidden wings earth's tenants.
Like petals of flowers pride of the garden,
As to irokos the standing glories of the forest,
So they are in the land of men exalted.
They are tenacious, judicious, meticulous and courageous.
Lovable, adorable, teachable but indomitable.
As melody to songs,
Music to souls,
And Whispers to evening wind.
So they are to mother June.
Gentle and kind sophisticated and phenomenal.
Their hearts are but of gold and ways divine.
They are road pointers, Motion movers,
Light bearers and trailblazers.
They are attention commanders, collections of respect.
Epitomes of beauty narrations of handsome tales.
They are the codeless code of pleasure locked in a wordless wonder,
The hive of treasure no dragon can plunder.
We are the Junites born of mankind,
Gifts to humanity.
HAPPY BIRTH MONTH TO ALL THE JUNE BABIES.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC
re-elected 2 years in
emancipated from the Jackie Robinson thing
on a larger stage
causes everyone to listen
authentic not posturing,
claiming a place in history for
America a teachable moment on the eve
of a Supreme victory,
rise rose soar up
from the heart
spoke of race candidly the
gains we have made the road still needing travels.
He said Grace. He spoke of Grace. He spoke free as and
strong as an American President should. I witnessed, his growth
Our Countries evolving. A new day has dawned. Today.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
***...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...***
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
Awkward and lanky,
not a boy and not yet a man.
Youth, litheness; potential
and yet, still teachable.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 4:14 PM UTC
I think the most important trait is to be teachable
to understand that sometimes you are wrong
that sometimes you don't know what is best
there will be times where you are hurt, others where you are the one doing the hurting
the cards you've been dealt don't take away your ability to break someone
you cannot use your pain as an excuse to be ignorant
understand it and rise above
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 6:36 PM UTC
I don't know if it was me
maybe it was them
It could be me
You should never rule that possibility out
my peers and I
we really didn't relate until our late thirties
maybe forties
Even now
as they did then
they say I'm a crazy fool
What is crazy
the same things they said I was crazy for
10, 20 years ago
I see them walking hand in hand with now
Claiming the crazy thing as their own new born precious truth
birthed from their own life trials and tribulations
spawned from their own hard fought and barely survived experiences
What I was foolish for
Is valuable and teachable wisdom now
Maybe I was always old
Maybe the world just went crazy long ago
and I was just crazy enough to see it
ride the wave as it were
I think when we're all in our sixties
they'll get what I'm talking about now
I hope I'm not dead by then
© Christopher F. Brown 2017
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
Jesus, could take a sad tale and turn it into a tale.
One with a teachable lesson that grandparents mainly tell.
Jesus, change things with power and laying of hands that many today still sermonize upon.
We must fight for JESUS like he's constantly fighting for us.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
father sends me to school after being won over by what mother calls the artifice of experience. father puts the dirt in my blood. father cares for the doll of my instructor, a woman whose pet writes on the board that we feel neglected. my twin sister puts gently two eggs in a bra she’s saving herself for. I don’t hug. I don’t hug and so prove my father’s rib that I am the tombstone half of **** and tombstone. my boyfriend says I can have any girl I want but he also says his mouth can bob for snowballs. this is my body the teachable moment.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
Time Travel.
My friend gave me a bonus question.
When was the last time
I did something for the first time that I never did before.
My mind travelled and defined its gender.
I begin asking myself.
When was the last time I dig tragic I can handle.
When was the last time I focused on the sound of my voice and listened to the journey of transformed tones in a series of intensive teachable attitudes.
Cracked memories shallow presence and ticks clockwise.
When was the last time I understood what rituals are.
What set of events is Culture.
What makes Paradoxical Religion conquer brains.
How inevitable is Tradition.
When was the last Time I employed mechanism that heals and shares experiences.
When was the last time I asked the meaning of last time is it really the idea of last time having a meaning of time travel.
Does time last.
When was the last time I spit hope and hold onto lies because reality is an illusion to our attention.
When was the last time clock coordinated along with space since everything is given as a hint.
When was the last time you begin initiating start up points since life moves as a set of transforming events.
When was the last time you begin mentally challenging
your Sight to abilities
Your right to wisdom
Your ticket to knowledge
Your perseverance to success
Your Introspection to vision
Your mind for Matter.
When was the last time you created something to nurture lesser to nature because everything co exist and it's intertwined.
When was the last time you had intelligence as a friend since ignorance is a useless companion.
When was the last time you picked up a book for information since education is a restricted system.
When was the last time you designed a system to ponder thoughts and monitor behaviour since stupidity takes undisclosed locations.
When was the last time you stand for what you believe in because those who takes higher grounds their stands are low.
When was the last time we created a victorious moment to split the difference between the domains of our minds.
When was the last time we understood the creation of the universe and how mutually exclusive does the location exist and build palindromes within our area.
When was the last time we stood in timeless barriers creating unity worthy of names.
When was the last time we both declared political ideology as a waste of time.
When was the last time we asked ourselves.
Who are we.
What is the Poetry of our architecture.
When was the last time we asked ourselves when is the next time we stop asking when last but how long would all these useless questions come to an end.
When was the last time we pass Useless inquisition since they parallel a perfect system to estimate time but it's never accurate.
The last time we asked when was the last time is exactly last time ago.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
Maybe success isnt reachable
Maybe love isnt teachable
Im shooting for the stars
But success is out of my range
Maybe things can change
Not in this life its just too strange
Should I call?
Too late asleep you fall
My thoughts race through my mind
Ill just keep my thoughts to myself
I dont want lose someone whos
One of a kind
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC