Once upon a city

A city
Once so grand
Glorified past
Decay.

Just another city
Like any other.

Please don’t send me eCards anymore

I love to know you think of me
I love to know you care.
I’m happy when you chat with me
In Messenger or mail.
But please don’t send me eCards anymore.

I love to hear about your deeds
I always want to know.
An SMS brighten my day
Even if just Hello.
But please don’t send me eCards anymore

Cause when I get eCard from you
I wasn’t on your mind.
You have a mailing list, I know
And URL you found.

So

Send me single line to say
That you are fine and care.
But please,
Yes Please
I mean it
Don’t send me eCards anymore.

Self Help

The more you read and learn,
the more you realize
that everything in the books,
of how to live
you know already.


All the books in the world,
will not
make it better.
So put them down,
and live.

Poetry and Modern Education

A poem:

Rats racing,
Cats Chasing.
Birds flying,
Cats crying.
Child calling,
Milk warming.
Cats lapping,
Birds tapping,
but
Cats napping.

This is not my poem, but my nine year old son. It was his homework. He felt very proud. The teacher praised him, and he got the HP award. What a wonderful inspiration it was. But when he wanted to read his poem to the class, his teacher refused. She felt it would hurt the feelings of those who did not do so well.

Is this a new trend in education? Hide the good, not to discourage the majority?