Thursday, June 12, 2008
Speaking words of wisdon... Let it Be.....
Theirs a definite point in everyone’s day when one must decide to embrace the way that they feel...You know those feelings that you try to shake off as if they were a stalker desperately clamoring for your attention....No matter how many times you ignore it the feeling just keeps creeping around like a feline on a hunting excursion for mice.... For some this feeling that warrants their sweet embrace is consuming a Double Whopper over picking at a salad…. Perhaps it is whether to waste away leaving an indentation on your couch or going for a motivating jog.... Regardless of the analogy you get the point which brings me to what it is that I am clinging to… the idea that I am clinching is my lethargy and the notion that Liz is sprinting through my mind like a runny nose in December. I cannot force myself to grade another (excuse my honesty here "poorly written essay") on technological advancements and their impact on the 20th century… just as I cannot force Liz off of my dome…. Alas, i will allow my mind to wander like a nomad.... For as the Beatles once so poignantly said “Let it Be”……….
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
No more pencils no more books.....
I cast a look of discernment like a shadow
On scholars eager for summer to break them into a million pieces
Emancipating their encumbered lives from routines and bells
Their eyes are eager to stare down questions and make them snitch
As shaky hands try to revive deceased trees with lead answers
Fingernails fall prey to sharp teeth drunk on nervousness
Squeaky desks alarm the timid walls of the classroom
That bold and brave boys
And gallant and gutsy girls
Can do more than we give them credit for.
On scholars eager for summer to break them into a million pieces
Emancipating their encumbered lives from routines and bells
Their eyes are eager to stare down questions and make them snitch
As shaky hands try to revive deceased trees with lead answers
Fingernails fall prey to sharp teeth drunk on nervousness
Squeaky desks alarm the timid walls of the classroom
That bold and brave boys
And gallant and gutsy girls
Can do more than we give them credit for.
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