How to make something happen, how To meet what’s left for me head-on It’s a long road travelled upon So what dreams of the future now?
I ran so fast to get ahead After all the rushing around I’ve found my feet stuck to the ground How to make something happen, how
Can I learn from my past mistakes Blindly followed the loudest voices Crossroads offer too many choices So what dreams of the future now?
How to make something happen, how To reconcile the debris of all that’s gone? So what dreams of the future now?
A reflection on getting older and wondering what might be next. I’m reasonably happy with my life and feel a little lack of ambition. This could be the folly of comfort but I’m tired too. Shared with dVerse Poetry Form: Villonnet and Poets and Storytellers United – dreams and also for a course at AllPoetry.com 17th Dec 2024 – Published at Edge of Humanity
Lulled into obedience Cocooned in a routine Lulling in a language The soft belly fattened Lulled back to sleep A thief’s hand in the pocket A lull in the fighting Fresh-faced provincial naivety
A Crisis
Always in need of a crisis To keep putting up prices Push the thorn in deeper Make this pain a keeper Today was another bad day Another breath stolen away A cake built from glitter and guns Towards the battle runs
A Lull; A Crisis
Lulled into obedience, always in need of a crisis Cocooned in a routine to keep putting up prices Lulling in a language, push the thorn in deeper The soft belly fattened make this pain a keeper Lulled back to sleep, today was another bad day A thief’s hand in the pocket, another breath stolen away A lull in the fighting, a cake built from glitter and guns Fresh-faced provincial naivety towards the battle runs
Let’s get serious This is no time to sleep Now we’re in business Gulp the air in deep Let’s get serious This is no drum circle of friends Roar out your heart As if your life depends Laugh until it hurts And all that’s broken mends Let’s get serious
A fold poem variation inspired by the folks I used to see in the park every Saturday morning when I took my son to swimming class. I forget their group’s name but they were essentially a Laughter Club and would stand in a circle and force themselves to laugh loudly. Submitted to dVerse’s Poetics: Just for Laughs prompt.
The dream is dead, since the sixties Turned to the seventies, nice and sleazy Endless wars processed the hippies and pixies Economic vandals left a peace uneasy
Was it in our name, the forever fight for peace? Did we ever question what’s going on here? The grabs for land then returned for lease The struggle for survival, a punishment severe
Can the decks be cleared with genocide? The algorithms are running the numbers There’s no longer a place to hide And we’re left holding only clunkers
Sign away our lives with disappearing ink Fingers crossed and handshakes informal Accustomed to shit we no longer smell the stink This is the new normal – abnormal
Uncertain yet. I slept for about ten hours and could’ve slept more, too. I’m still coughing but it doesn’t feel so much like there’s a hole in my chest.
I’m looking forward to the end of the day already.
(Later) I was a little ill-prepared for my first class, grade 11s doing presentations, as the lesson I had could be completed quickly.
As this class is fairly lazy, though they didn’t care and spent the rest of the time playing games or sleeping. I did go around engaging them in brief conversations, though.
The next class were grade 11 too and we did my Scams lesson and it went well and I was particularly happy with Sugus who seems to have been trying harder over the last few weeks. She has improved her English and I made sure to tell her and encourage her.
I dashed off for coffee and caught up with reading at lunchtime before heading back to help the students with the play, cancelling my afternoon grade 8 class.
Health:
Physical: 7 Mental: 7
Today I’m grateful for:
Having the freedom to cancel a class and accept the invitation from the students to help them with their play.
I’m not sure what the teacher in charge really thought about it but she was only there briefly anyway.
The best thing about today was:
Watching my second grade 11 class set to the task that I set them for the final hour of the lesson. They all got to it quickly and would ask me for help and advice when they needed it.
I guess these kids have matured to the point where they just need pointing in the right direction now.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
I ended up leaving school later than normal and sent a message to Amy that I’d be running late and she then reminded me that she was going out for dinner, so that I would have to find my own food.
This meant spending some of what little money I had left this month. What could I do? I have to eat!
Something I learned today?
The last day the students will come to school is the 27th of September. That’s just four more weeks! Time to wind down!
Whilst helping with the play, I discovered that my old student Achang potentially has OCD. There was a part in the play where he should grab another student’s arm but he was really reluctant to do it.
I thought that it was a cultural thing or just shyness but the other students told me that he will always go and wash his hands and that he has a problem.
He is also supposed to be acting like a smooth-talking player but is lacking confidence in being able to pull it off.
Review your acts, Good and bad.
I spent an extra hour helping with the play and gave them as much as I could, considering that they have to perform it in the next few days.
They were all very appreciative at the end of the afternoon, though and that made me feel good.
I took this picture of Guitar, Lin and Poppy as they perform this cheerleader routine at the beginning of their play.