The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

  These poems are written in rhyming couplets with an AABBCCDD ... rhyme scheme, using a free verse meter . ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------> BEHIND THE DESK - MGS We talk about school like it’s the best place, But teachers are running a stressful race. Underpaid, tired, and pushed to the brink, They have much less time than you would think. When the system breaks, they get the blame, But they show up early just the same. Before the first bell, they start their day, To help us find our own special way. They spot your talents and catch your vibe, And welcome you into the classroom tribe. The world forgets the hard work they do, But they never stop believing in you. They are the heroes who don’t wear a mask, Helping us out with every big task. They give us strength to reach the top. --------------------------------------------------->  THE LIVING HEROES – MGS In schools that promise a brighter day,...

  In the dimming spotlight of her final act, The last full show for a teacher worn thin, It's too late to unveil the talent she hoards, Yet hope clings like a stubborn refrain— She yearns to linger, to stay in the fray. Once lazy, unmotivated, adrift in the tide, Now diligent, resilient, forging ahead, A phoenix from ashes, or merely a mask? Does she love the craft, the spark in young eyes, Or is it a show for the job's endless chain? She doesn't want to retire, to fade into night, Her encore unspoken, her passion a riddle, In the classroom's echo, she dances alone, Hoping the curtain won't fall just yet.

    I kneel down in the freezing rain, My cold, wet body feels the pain. "I wish the storm would stop," I cry, I have no place to stay up dry. I am so scared out in the gray. The heavy water hurts my skin, I have no door to go inside. So many people cry alone. Please make the rain go far away, We have no roof to hide today. My broken umbrella fell away, Not everyone has got a home,      

I failed to see your hidden hue, But now I am awake and new. The sleepless nights are in the past, My quiet strength is found at last. I lock the door and block your name, I will not play your cruel game. You have no place within my mind, Your bitter shadows stay behind. No grudges live, no tears are shed, I walk away; the past is dead.    

  The world divides us with borders of stone, But beneath the surface, we are not alone. Listen close to the truth that remains, As we question the walls and challenge the chains: While others wait outside the gate, Can justice wear a single face? Does the same breath that fills one life, Not fill each child in every place? No hand that shaped the stars above, Would measure worth by race or land. The light that rises with each dawn, Falls gently on each outstretched hand. Until no voice is cast aside, The question lives: who stands outside? Break down the walls and smash the steel, So, every soul can freedom feel.

It is night again, and sleep still evades me, The night before last, I could not sleep at all, Yesterday, I could not eat, This morning, I barely finished a single bite of food, No matter what I do, everything feels empty, What will ever make me feel okay? My mother, yes, my mother, She is in my thoughts and in my dreams, My mother, right, my mother, I wish for her, hoping she might change, The way I feel. My mother, where exactly is my mother? She is gone, taken by death already, Perhaps that is why I feel like I am also dead. Life has no color, life has no lif e. 😔