my rooted
guide
loads lighten
when Liberty
allows alternate
avenues
in our personal
odysseys
to the finish
line
however
we still need
mile markers
maps
to signal
support
our adventure
and it’s
up to us
to determine
if we exit early
for a different
destination
This poem explores the emotional landscape of a high school teacher’s week, from the frustrations of Wednesday to the relief and joy of Friday and Saturday, ending with the hesitant anticipation of another week. It’s a poignant reflection on the dedication and resilience inherent in teaching, capturing the silent battles and victories experienced in the classroom.
Dear truck drivers, We see you, and we’re sorry.
We’re sorry you have become pawns in this red-herring drive to divide and conquer.
My RulesThree rulesfor heroes: One:Standfor hardtruth.Especiallywhen it’sunpopular. Two:Protectthe vulnerable.Evenwhen itcosts youeverything. Three:Ignorecheap critics.They neverstep intothe fire. Why I Wrote This These are my three personal rules. I’m not claiming to live them out perfectly. Each one is something I return to, again and again, trying to do a little better. Standing for truth sounds simple…
This poem has been revised. A lot. It began as a didactic piece about fasting and hyrdration.
Start with stretchingwarming mental muscles,flexing fingers,preparing to pump. Lift lightcurling humorous limericks,rotating wrists,spinning slight words. Stack repsrepeating rhythm, pacing breath,lifting lines, breathing, breathing,building strength with each rep. Complete a setpressing words, tension tight,squatting theme, heavy, slow,splitting meaning between the lines. Lift heavyincreasing weight, gripping the bar,bursting power, push, push, push,extending limits, just one more rep….
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