NO DIPLOMA OR CERTIFICATES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Don’t Have A Diploma
Or Certificates
For The Lessons
I’ve Learned In Life

Lord, Here Am I

Lord, here am I to labor unrewarded,
To serve unpaid, unloved, unsought, unknown,
Unknown, unloved by all but my dear children,

Education Begins at Home

Two mothers stood at the cashier line
And chattered on just to pass the time.
They each thought the other a paradigm,
With children ages three, six and nine.

~ Seek, to Find

~ Seek to Find

Seeking to glean inspiring wisdom
Upon the ancients we all must call
Scribed in tablets, papyrus, conceptions
Alchemy, the philosopher’s stone recall

Arms of Compassion

In the season of autumn
when needs do shift
summer’s recreation
begins a gradual wane;
lives are soon measured
in orchestrated assemblies.

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Where Education Fails

Another rumination…on true education

A wound never soothed
By speculating cause or effect
Or by measuring right from wrong
All it needs is a healing touch

Our Passing Times

Short, shrill
Chirps of little birds
In hollow echoes of our time
Drowned in mountains of silence
Deafened by guiltless crime
Left with no words
Dead by will

A Teaching Experience

They wait for me with bated breath,

as if I were a fairy,

Who comes down to earth to play with them,

and regale them with a story!

“I’ll Be The Greatest Fan Of Your Life”

YOU TRIED to read what’s written in my paper
I was shy so I tried to cover it with my hand
But I heard you read the words silently
So I was unsuccessful in covering it
Then I look at you and saw the smile on your face
Then I look into your eyes and saw the sparkling of it.

I didn’t search for you in our class
But I notice I haven’t seen you
So upon realizing, it made me frown
How did I notice without searching for you
So I’m oblivious to the fact that I searched for you?
So I’m oblivious to the fact that I wanted to see you?

A Cup Of Coffee

I AM reading
with a cup of coffee

I am studying
with a cup of coffee