I get most of my inspiration by focusing a beginner's Zen lens on my local surroundings.
Friday, January 24, 2020
THE ZEN OF Nth GRADE SUBSTITUTE TEACHERS b y Tim J Snell
Nth grade is still there despite all the new technology like cell phones.
I'm kind of reminded of the scene in "I, Robot"
When Will Smith's character finds them all bunch together
while being stored in old box cars in a junkyard at night
All the students bunch together around their electronic devices
New rules are being reinforced every day --
But no Smartphones
Allowed in the classrooms.
At least that would be my classroom.
And now I'm trying to strike while the iron is hot
Trying to record what its like to be left in a
Room filled with Nth Graders
Who are strong enough to fight me
Over the girls and young women the claim
And sometimes I wonder who is in charge.
Does it have to be us or them?
I mean one young man in the classroom
Looked me right in the eye when I told him to sit down
And he just walked away back to the relatively quiet flock that had gathered
Around the smartphones costing hundreds of dollars each
(so I could not just throw their darn "radios" right against
The wall.
Thursday, January 2, 2020
New short reminder notes in verse
LOVE DRUNK
by tim j snell
And i was wrong, as usual those days.
two starry eyed lovers intoxicated
by towering intimacies before I fell
back down in it. (Kinda like a cloud -- trent reznor)
SATURDAY MORNING HAIR CUT
by tim j snell
Because I'm hooked up to the big machine
that keeps me alive.
the big machine is Nature
On its largest scale
Including all the far flung
Clusters of galaxies very different
From ours. All this still feeling the pulse
of creation.
䷪😎
I will work on editing this as the weeks go by.
I hope to make these two poems longer and more focused.
by tim j snell
And i was wrong, as usual those days.
two starry eyed lovers intoxicated
by towering intimacies before I fell
back down in it. (Kinda like a cloud -- trent reznor)
SATURDAY MORNING HAIR CUT
by tim j snell
Because I'm hooked up to the big machine
that keeps me alive.
the big machine is Nature
On its largest scale
Including all the far flung
Clusters of galaxies very different
From ours. All this still feeling the pulse
of creation.
䷪😎
I will work on editing this as the weeks go by.
I hope to make these two poems longer and more focused.
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