The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

I write a poem that makes the world see,    a woven thread wherein hearts can be free. I write a poem that older folks feel,    echoes of wisdom, truth that is real. I write a poem that the youngsters think,   a spark of imagination, a vibrant ink. I write a poem that made the world known,   in verses and stanzas, our stories are sown. I write a poem that makes the world blue,   a reflection of sorrow, a true glance. I write a poem that makes the older folks cry,   for memories cherished and moments gone by. I write a poem that makes youngsters mourn,   for dreams that have faded and hopes that are torn. I write a poem to make the world healed,   with love as the balm and compassion revealed. I write a poem to make the world smile,    a gentle reminder to pause for a while. I write a poem to make the older hope,   a bridge to the future, a way to cope. I write a poem to mak...

To Whom It May Concern, I would like to bring this matter to your attention:  This is an important observation regarding the relationship between student success and behavior in the academic environment. It has been noted that when students experience a sense of achievement and confidence in their academic pursuits, there is a corresponding decline in negative behaviors. This suggests that when students are engaged and focused on their learning, they are less likely to exhibit disruptive behaviors. Therefore, I urge educators to prioritize effective instruction over strict behavior management strategies. The more time and energy spent on enforcing disciplinary measures, the less time is available for meaningful instruction. For instance, consider a scenario in which you, as a teacher, implement a rigid set of rules: students must arrive on time, behave appropriately, and remain seated. If a student fails to adhere to these rules, they may face consequences such as being made to st...

Years I spent within these walls, Counting days and answering calls. Friends I met along the way, Yet none stood when skies turned gray.   Length of service, long and true, But still I’m stranded, feeling blue. No foundation, no strong base, Financial freedom lost its place.   They come to me when troubles rise, Use me up then turn their eyes. An old rug worn, worn and thin, Discard after strain and spin.   It’s not the years that mark my worth, But the light I shine on this earth. Yet in their eyes, I’m just a shade, An empty echo lightly played.   Still, I hope to find my voice, To inspire hearts, to lift, rejoice. For time’s not counted by the stay, But by the lives we touch each day.

I write a poem that makes the whole world see, I write a poem that older folks can feel, I write a poem that youngsters can think, I write a poem that makes the world known, I write a poem that makes the world blue, I write a poem that makes the older folks cry, I write a poem that makes youngsters mourn, I write a poem to make the world heal. I write a poem to make the world smile, I write a poem to make the older folks hope, I write a poem to make youngsters believe, I write a poem that makes the world start anew. I write a poem that makes the world write, I write a poem that makes the older folks sing, I write a poem that makes the youngsters read, I write a poem, I write a song, I write a story.