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

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!!!

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                                                                      

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Conquest' - I Came, I Saw,I Wrote ~ What Was Conquered? Conversations With An Unseen Confidant ~ 2016

 

      One sunny morning after a quick breakfast 

     of hot tea with toasted bread and omelette 

     we set off to the Green  Hills, 

     

so close,so peaceful,so purifying so serene

so I am falling...falling short of words, 

so I will just fall in step 

the green KIA Classic,now quite used to

 become a ready-for-action,family friendly,

 performance inspired vehicle pulling itself

 comfortably  up the curvy road

allowing the guide to steer it to the top. 

Slowly the four wheeled green among the greens 

curved as the road turned twisted and went winding, 

till there was no road...we had reached the top..

amazing peace ,incredibly sweet scented pines,

needles carpeted the small open spaces

between the tall elegant graceful trees-

sturdy solid and powerful like Life Guards

fixed in the ground studded with large

and small boulders. 

Quietude could be felt. 

This, a conquest? a wish to be in serenity

 peaceful cool without fear or terror.

There are such places on this beautiful Earth.

If only we seek move and search...if only....

Great soldiers brave and bold came saw and conquered

rode over plains and hills,fought and killed and felt honored...

'Ah but that is not the real conquest' O peace seeker'

Oh who is this?  then what is pray let me know

Now that you have found and heard the voice of my soul'

'Listen,it is the power within you, in your inner self

the Power of Faith,the power of Will over Desire'

Let not your desires rule over your self'

'Who is a great conqueror then?

One who is able to control emotions,anger and hate

One who has learnt to serve others,with patience and love

One who has learnt to obey the Truth,the duties of real life

Above All One who has learnt that Giving and Forgiving'

leads to serenity green, eternal bliss ...

where are Alexander the Great Pharoah Ozmandias 

and King Odysseus of Ithica- so many more? 

What did they conquer? They came they saw they fought'

Others came saw wondered and wondered,pieces of metal

they found in sand and stone,the Conquering  Kings wore...

and all was history...all will be history...green will be brown

Then all was silent.

I turned...I saw the trees, 'these will stay...I have to go'

My spirit free...a conquest of my self ...I wrote...

as raindrops turned into falling snow...

For Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Blessings ~~ Sound Sleep No Pain ~

 sound sleep no pain, on the fresh green grass

I have walked and lain,lush sweet scented

trees swinging gracefully I have seen,felt

 the sun with the breeze cool not too hot,

feeling alive after grief and sorrow,losing

dear ones,but getting more with morrow

eyes to read books and see,hearing music

of the spheres, birds gliding chirping

flowers smiling,children playing laughing

singing,joyful pleasures spreading, and yet

 there was day and night fear and fright

as I also lived with loss of speech and sight

helpless to help one with no help or sense

nor remedy for the agony that followed hence

life is a blessing with no shoes,if you have feet

to walk and legs to stand, a family to love

and prayers and grace from above, freedom

to write and food enough to share

then I may say that one is blessed, countless

graces are more than this,we cannot count

many we miss...so if there is  enough and 

life is not tough,add more chairs to the table

open the doors of your heart and soul

to truth honesty loyalty and enable

other lives towards being stable, give

and share and be grateful -Pray for All

so ye be more blessed before the final fall.....

For POETS UNITED ~ Poetry Pantry #315 ~ ...My Home Land Kashmir Bleeds

River Jhelum SRINAGAR Indian Held Kashmir

SIRINAGAR  City By the River Jhelum

Maha Raja's Palace Srinagar Indian Held Kashmir

My homeland bleeds , blood is black 

Freedom shackled Freedom fettered

my people suppressed, sprayed with

bullets, tear gas and pellets,scattered

innocents blinded youth martyred

women girls half widowed,dreams

shattered, Kashmiri Lives Mattered

Allah creates Life,Kashmiri Lives Matter, 

I am free but I should care, raise voice

 Cry Out for Justice, not merely chatter

O My People Fighting with Faithful Hope

with stones and bricks facing smoke,spattered

I too am in fetters, but not my heart spirit

and pen,I send my words of prayers faster

signs of freedom near, appear in visions

chains will break, as guns and flags fall

Truth stands clear and tall, white is black

Not long not long before Freedom is back'

This is the Fifth Generation of the Kashmiri People fighting for their Right to Freedom the Right to Vote, their Liberty from Indian Occupation,shedding blood as each day people are being shot with pellets,injuring the bodies specially the eyes.May Allah send help as soon as possible Forgive us all

and let the world be aware of innocent killing of young and old women and children...Hope Hope and Hope Lives ....

~ For Brenda's Wordle ~ 258 ~ Oceans Have No Borders'

vast boundless is the ocean 

sending in endless tidal waves small

and strong, fast and soothing

when the feet are wet one feels

like under a spell ...

but what is this spell? 

who sends this comforting call ?

Look! Look again as far as the eye

takes you, no end will you see

nor a break nor a branch nor 

a spin' who holds the boundless cup

filled so blue and filled always

so true,no spin no spell

coming in free, giving life well

as creatures dive and rise up...

swim float eat in their liquid

enriched world'

what trip can man make? sail

and race,dive and swim same

as creatures deep down

but no this is not for him

First life in water born,water is 

death,as he may drown

same water grave for many-

strange spell stranger smell,

smell ? can anyone smell life?

sinking sliding descending to

the bed,rotting dead,dissolved

rusted, some for admonition

some for travel..so make a trip

strong faith strong vessel seek

the truth search the oceans...

you will not meet any borders...

Challenge wordle words

~~ By The River of K.... With The Unseen ~

My decision is not new,since

I have learnt to decide, 

nor my inner self trouble,

since I have learnt to analyse;

it is easier now to get over feelings

hurt or saddened,painfully burdened-

I walked and walked and walked,

and thought…one more step and

I would reach the pure water spring,

brief known journey came to an end,

my feet touched Mother Earth-

it was a beautiful afternoon

there was a time I had transport in which,

I would be dropping friends,colleagues and their kids

that was my time, I could do that

that was my memory,this,my experience,

that came wafting touching the clayey frame, 

painlessly, then flooding the heart-

I stood for a while, looking,

as the water flowed,in the river

under the bridge, the vulnerable bridge…why are

bridges made? to connect? No. To break connections?

cannot say,well , just to pass over to the other end-

looking at the Korang River, for a while I lost

sense of time-the water flowed and I stood still-

water always did,it always will, sometimes high

sometimes low-I did not know where

to go, I did not feel the Earth under my feet

how long was I,present  in that small seat,

moments not long,but the last ever to be

I saw Nothingness staring back at me-

till I could no more see, nothing red,

till the trembling subsided,nothing white, nor blue..

Hey you? can I drop you?many cars

 passed, people stared through

the windows,unsmiling faces raced by

hurrying to their destinations. and why ?

a strange lady with a bag, changing hands,

shifting the load, had to be carried,

walking all by herself  looking peaceful 

but carrying a turbulent storm 

‘turn now,move on,like the river, be like

the bridge,connect and remain in quietude

I walked…felt numb, thoughtless with acceptance,

happy moments are brief,short lived,yet they come

leaving fleeting memories-

walking helped the heavy spirit but lightened

not the load…mistake mistake mistake-

‘you crossed the line-turn turn turn’

walk walk walk…till you can…

the sun came closer,

pouring love with its rays,drenching me

in a comforting warmth

Nature Loves us deeply, we know not…

I turned stepped on,step by step,step by step

distance unmeasured, no desert can be measured

deserted desert ,mirage unseen,

This is The Unseen

The Nothingness became visible,

 I walked -I felt Peace 

I saw the Unseen I saw Peace I saw love descending 

from above-then more -the resurrection, the road the river

and I were moving,walking flowing together

in the same…..direction

Toys Matter ~~- A Train-A Journey-A Vision ~

Played with cars 'dinkies' 
they were called
by their size so small
lined up all, at a station...but favorite
the train,putting all on track
set in cars bogies attached,no fall

the journey began, carrying the load
round and round the track like a road
going nowhere then 
but in vision,a future now in real

how toys play and play a part
 are they the keys from the start?

POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ Birds ~ I Wonder About My Soul'

I wonder about my soul

I feel I do have one as

I breathe, in my heart 

I bleed,

tender are my wings

and feathers but I

can fly high and see

but I am a visitor here

restricted as I tear 

away from the unseen

fetters of hatred-

posing as sacred, are 

the hunters waiting

to aim for killing

anytime now 'hey bird

beware, your soul is kind

your spirit free

do not be deceived , fly

hail begins,warning signs

fly above The Power

will hold aloft 

your love is not blind

~It Carries Load ~

it carries load,loaded with forms slumped

dumped,racing on set tracks,speeding on steel

hissing sounds of steam I hear,burning heat of coal,I feel

where dost thou take me? my new quest stirs the spirit...

peace strikes the sight but tears further the injured  soul

Wither Lost Is The Peaceful Chord ? Heavens Are Silent So.....

wither has the music gone

the music that created peace

wither have the people gone

that comforted with peace

wither has the language gone

that sounded love and joy

why mornings are sorrowful

dull grey blue and mournful

what are these sounds we hear?

or we do not hear, lost in fear

why are we, green and queer

frowning staring giggling jeer'

the Heavens are quiet saddened

celestial spheres are quietened

no melodies nor symphonies 

fill the  majestic vaults-silenced

Forgiveness fills my heart and soul

That I must beg and offer, whole

for all times that I have in darkness

been ,The Lord still Merciful has been

If music be the peace of life

please let it return in  peace

supreme, for purposes pure

love and goodness secure

please,please,please

On Waking I Found A Day

I woke up at nine

only to find

no electric current in line

but at least the laptop 

had light,made my day

more bright,happy and

I could wish someone else

too to Have a nice day'

and a Happy Birthday'

Thinking of you in

this quietude while some

are crying,some relieved at

a hanging within time

yesterday gone had its own

fears of discipline and the

unknown

but we should know

we should have known'

and so no one can call

a day or a moment

your own your very own

~ It Will Never Be.....

It will never be peaceful until we talk about making peace.

It will never prevail until we make ourselves calm

It will never be the way of stillness until we practice

It will never become tolerant until we share

It will never be quiet until we speak well

It will never be until we learn values of goodness…

It will all keep moving rolling turning into a mess

For POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ Mountain ~ Haven for Revelation'

6- Have We not made the earth habitable?
(78- The Event, 6)
7- And the mountains as pegs?
(78- The Event, 7)

Southern Mountain Range of Baluchistan Pakistan.

high majestic rugged, 

never wrong

protector of faith 

fixed and strong

challenging stone

showing the spark

of the sacred call, 

saving all,in the ark,

shelter for meditation

haven for revelation

salvation for nations

sprouting fountains

glory is manifest

as pegs they rest

crowning grandeur

Nature at its best