Wednesday, January 11, 2017

For POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ The Door' ~~ Shadow less Door


this door is too small,
fit for a rabbit or a mouse
but am I too tall or
 big or big minded, or ...

what is that?what? a key? will
it open the door for me?

there is only One
who has a key to every lock 
in every door,and a lock
for every key..

like an inner eye there is
an inner door,
when colorless,it shines
when smudged it whines

when peaceful,it's silent
when painful it beats
when banged it's still
when broken it bleeds

when pure it's elegant
when patient,shadow less
Shadowless in the sun? stranger 
still in constant revolution...

what great Doors are these
The Door of the Night
Faery and Elf Doors
Forbidden Doors and more
Ali Baba's Door,

no more no more

My feet are heavy my spirit walks
in snow fall cold,what do I hold
in the deep recesses of the Chamber
with doors,four....? I know not

how much, how many keys more 
I need, of kindness charity forgiveness_
will I be able to clean the dark mess
and push hard enough with selflessness?

no 'eat me' 'drink me' will work but only 
no Hercules Nor Ulysses nor Poseidon 
No Icarus will carry high ...

to open to release the weight of sin
known and unknown and  shut away the din
of painful lament, cries of repentance
woes misery despair of ungrateful stance?

clutching fainting holding on
a handful of smiles a morsel of love
all my treasure but a certain measure
last minute knowledge of  Truth Above

may save may save ..will save I turned never 
to look back and again Fall
I am too tall for the green door
in the invisible wall...
save me He will If I am good and still
do not cause pain nor deceive nor kill...

hope mercy  a vision of a Greater Open Door
drags me along...and where there never was
a shadow...the doorslowly creaked open
 in sight

darkness unraveled space vast lit up bright
blinding Light rainbow rays of day and night
I succumbed into the soft wings of Merciful Flight

far below left open the door
to let love peace freely flow...
no more dark shadow no more, no...










Saturday, January 7, 2017

For POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ Vision ~ A Vision Enchained ~


Image result for women in chains

Natures womb a home a life a love
emerging in pain,washed covered,
put away unaware, who held -
so warmly at first
fed  so fully at first
hugged so tightly at first

 born,a new born
unsafe insecure exposed
know not how many saw
touched
caressed -more responsibility said
a heavy voice- same body,same blood
but not the same-
not the same - 
not the same- vision.....

pain...still there
abuse ...everywhere
rape...in gangs
escape...rare

VISION ? of Sacrifice of intolerance 
deception degradation suppression
are you sure you are not a Grecian Urn
'Oh thou still unravished bride of quietness'

what vision lies in your tender perception'
what peace flies in variegated colors
what rainbows of unravel in panoramic arches
what bands flags flowers, salute in marches?

Vision of grace elegance honor? or
naked pageantry, with
thousands gazing freely at purity...
Oh World'  could it be Tarzan and Jane 
again?

Look back and see The Holiness 
The Robed Truth The Unseen Belief

Real Vision would be white 
would be Light - bright in equal colors
contentment and gratitude in less
not more ...lessons of life manifest
'think 'Of man 's first disobedience '
would that ever go?

yet all is not lost-known is the cost
of Good and Vision of Peace is Wanted
and understood,,,,,,,,,,
or is it not so?

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Teaching ~ Teaching Is Not Telling ~

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Teaching is not telling- nor is it Trivia

There is a Call Noble and Great
Education is for All, Changed is the Fate
Ads are cool. Opening of a school….
Messages are reaching but WHO is teaching?
A hand was raised
A question asked
Ma’am who is a vegetarian?
If he is one who eats- veges
Then who is a humanitarian?
Ma’am our other ma’am said ‘Dates are not important!’’
Students said the board is not visible
It makes the eyes blink
I thought ‘does it make one think?
W James, E Thorndike, J Dewey or Maxine Green !!
How and what as…. is a Pakistani teacher seen?

SO       What to do…and How to Do?
That is the question Or .Has been….!????
SO…
To make Concepts clear
Know what you must wear.
To make your Teaching Plan
Not only Skim but SCAN.
 To Present! You must prepare
 Of Traditions Be Aware.
SO teaching is not Not Telling nor is it Trivia.
Teaching is An ART?
With a Picture you must start.
No worries if you have no Chart
When the students look Dull and Bored!
Draw a Circle and a Line on the Board.
SO   You see Teaching is not Not Telling nor it is Trivia.
Teaching is a Dance, it is Necromancy EH?
Put your students in a Trance!
You must cast a Magic Spell
To teach them how to learn to Spell!
With Spellings going all astray
An English Classroom becomes a SHELL!

SO 
Teaching is not Telling nor is it Trivia
Mainly your style of teaching will
Depend on the sort of person you are!
Also on the methods and skill!!!
Well- in language it’s a continuous ‘drill’
Whether ABC or P SQ 5 R!!!!!
If you can’t be a twinkling one
Be the Shining Star!!!
SO   Teaching is not Telling nor it is Trivia!
Well Hear Ye Hear Ye! Teachers of EFL
You may be well…
But OH the Poor Soul! of TESOL
In my country, Is about to ring the Bell!
The Consonant Diphthong or the Vowel
Day by day, is becoming difficult to tell!!!

Thursday, September 8, 2016

For POETS UNITED ~Midweek Motif ~ Bloom ~



unaware yet cautious
protection visible
in a masked thorn

smile on the side
why so quiet in repose
love embodied
profound yet in
complete solitude

few moments in time
when no words
formed sweet sounds
love’s intense symphony
resounded

and in two souls
silently merged
as emotions touched
and distance
vanished

the rose plucked
surrendered to
the hand that controlled
gave colorful scent

that its Destiny meant

Falsity, Thy Name is ...

I wished...
To go, to a place, just outside not far from home
I looked around there was no one, no one
to go with me...
I wished
there would be one,but I knew not who,from home
Its Ok! so I sat on the steps of the porch
and saw the sky so blue
so clean,not a speck or a crack or a line
till a bird floated across
leaving no trace or shade
then pieces of soft wool white and grey
floated silently, happily moving on the way,
changing shapes all along
singing a silent song
of peace in the air,just and fair,
how happiness floods in the soul
as truth manifests as so common so rare

and now I do not wish to go
but stay,for this is the truth that I need to know
if my faith is strong,the path is straight
No Falsehood is encountered  
I am good the place I am...
The peace is in me,the place,  in my heart
I need no start,no road,no way
when all the world through the eyes in the
mind and heart is all  around
Falsity thou hath betrayed -
So let us stay you and I and pray to
and praise the One  ,who made The Truth
and the Boundless beautiful amazing sky