A Poem for February 7th, 2023

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This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety.

Now listen.

I vary the sentence length, and I create music.

Music.

The writing sings.

It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences.

And I use sentences of medium length.

And sometimes when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.

So write with a combination of short, medium, and long sentences. Create a sound that pleases the reader’s ear. Don’t write just words. Write music.

Gary Provost

Gary Provost was born in 1944 and died in 1995. He was the author of many books across a range of genres including four award-winning young adult novels. Provost was also a highly sought after writing instructor and published a number of writing advice books including Make Every Word Count (Writers Digest Books, 1980). Read more about Gary Provost at garyprovost.com, a site established and maintained by his wife Gail.

https://www.aerogrammestudio.com/2014/08/05/this-sentence-has-five-words/

Speak with a combination of short, medium, and long sentences. Create a sound that pleases the ear. Don’t speak just words, sing.

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A Poem for January 29th, 2023

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This poem is dedicated to

Like the colors of a rainbow,

ranging nationalities live on varying social planes.

Loopholes and the difference in relativity amongst costs and obstacles

make for wonderfully complex scenarios from singular perspectives,

nonetheless, when a person can pierce through the systemic and budgetary limitations to build,

the ball starts rolling up.

Poetry for January 25th, 2023

Joke:

[Long wind up to a life quote.]

If life gives you melons, you might be ADHD.

Draft 4:

Thank you for the warm welcome to speak before you all today.  

Once upon a time, Kāl khrậng h̄nụ̀ng nān mā læ̂w, the Burmese and Thai have been in conflict stemming from ownership of religious artifacts rooted in Buddhism.  As a result, deep-seated political impact makes it difficult for normal people to get even a student visa in Thailand.  

Foreign nationals from other countries receive different standards based on the status of relations between countries.  Therefore, there are different standards in immigration processes.  Bringing it back home, I am fortunate enough to be a father, in a double-income household, where we are lucky to have two people helping us raise our young.  

After a year or so, they are in the process of building three languages: their own native language, English, and Thai.  Hopefully, I’ll take them from a total of three years of education, to the GED and enter university.  However, there are people who need them back home in Burma.  

There are the questions within their mind as they go about their day-to-day as they live in a society that looks down on them.

In a society where, when asking for help, people have become more and more shy.

Should I stay a year, save, and then return to my mountain tribe to care for my beloved elderly?

Or, should I develop my skills to max out my monthly earnings, create an annual rotation of family members caring for our elderly, and our generational home? 

They don’t believe it when they see an outstretched hand in front of them,

And sometimes, I see suspicion lurk beneath.

Or something else.

Or, 

What’s right and good

Is just

Too hard to see.

What it takes, as I reflect upon my leadership path, 

Is waking up each day and looking them in the eye.

Smiling while acknowledging,

Wishing them a good morning and good day.

Explaining that as I am the oldest in the household,

I am at their service, as the bottom of the totem pole.

I will be ground to dust as I age and pass,

With each newest generation at the top, and each aging person in support and love for the next,

While being certain to look at the growing forest around you,

For they represent every one of the ten billion plus living souls on this planet.

Recently, two more souls dropped into this situation.  A Burmese English teacher and his wife, exiting their home country as the political and social climate continues to destabilize.  Unable to receive accreditation or even simple high school certification documents, they are here to stay, vowing not to return.  He will be a teacher in Thailand, but who will hire him and sponsor his visa?  Who will help him earn and then pay for a university degree that would help them obtain a visa that means sanctuary?

Without any organizational help, this husband and wife must labor and work. 

They must apply for an immigrant laborer visa and the mind of a teacher would be swirling as he labored with his hands.

The hypothesis to solve this sticky scenario is:

Open educational opportunities and language acquisition

Enable pathways and passage to barriers of entry.

Methodology and skills-building aside, how many years would it take for this couple to function as a social and educational gateway for people like the ladies who love and care for my sons, 

for students who want to learn?

For people seeking refuge?

For minds yearning for different dynamic work?

To break each barrier, the categories are four:

One.

What can I and can’t do? Yet? Why?

What’s stopping me?

Two.

What funds do I need?

Three.

What documentation in society enables me passage? 

A ticket?

A degree?

A certificate?

Linkedin?

Four.

What do I need to be able to do?

What skills do I need to be successful in?

What do I need to be able to do at the drop of a hat?

Rube Goldberg experiences and reflection in leadership

Be funny.

Day 1

Mayham

Day 2

After showing a half-cylinder strut/support structure

Reflection time

Mindfulness time – 3 mins in a TeePee

Teamwork, collaboration, tone, vibe, understanding, environment, bringing people together

Needing simple things like a proper copy machine.

Website hosting costs.

Computers

Ipads

Phones.

Legos

Notebooks

Whiteboard markers. Oh the whiteboard markers.

Clothes.

Tshirts.

Toilet paper. So much toilet paper.

And

trash bags.

There is a chasm between people these days.

What one person can do with a computer, a family struggles to find workarounds.

Over the last five years, I’ve tended to hire the people who are in most need of a job.

A sanctuary.

A place to be welcomed and listened to.

An environment in which growth mindsets reign

And keen awareness of a person’s desires that power them through each day…

If you’re sweet and kind and can tell yourself, “My job now is to teach, to open doors for those daring to cross its threshold.”…

You’re tidy, clean, an arranger, and an organizer. You have a big heart but have your personal tendencies as well. You’re a little crazy sometimes, but you have learned with time, experience, and care, to breathe in and out and maintain composure.

You like to sing tunes, and have a smorgasbord of rhymes stored in your head that come about suddenly from time to time and are filled with affectable ethics, morals, and tidbits of knowledge. Teaching basic arithmetic, scientific concepts, and sustainability are as natural to you as teaching a child to recognize shapes and animals. You’re savvy with online educational platforms and have experience adapting content relatively fluidly and with sometimes, personal style. You also like to tinker around with furniture and interesting adaptations of resourcefulness to create better surroundings.

You’re human and seeking an environment of growth, acceptance, and kindness, willing to focus on strengths to bring about positive outcomes.

We’re flexible and adaptive, and reasonable.

We can’t pay much.

Need funding.

Need experts.

Need people who want the endgame sync.

#I’maleaderstatement

I think being a leader is being the bottom of the totem pole.

A person in the group who everybody hates the most. 

It’s the guy that has to be separate from everyone else when everyone else is having fun.

It’s the person who finishes everything and makes sure that everything is going well.

So that everyone can have peace of mind in whatever they are doing.

They can have all the tools that are necessary at arms’ length.

Within the environment they’re in,

And he does this silently,

And quickly,

Like a ninja,

And janitor.

And that everyone 

Is 

What I think I learned about leadership here.

[Poem] For January 21st, 2023

This Poem is Written By

Workers without a master are just rogues without a goal

Fumbling, mumbling, and tumbling around

Without working, without toll

The workers of today have no shell or soul

Alike ants without their queen, they are just mounds

Everything is not what it seems

Everything could just be a dream

What is reality even

Is it just a priest’s preachings and amens

Is it just a king’s tale and his omens

Or is it sinners and their confessions

In reality, we’re all lost.

[कविता] A Poem for January 19th, 2023

This poem is dedicated to

I live vicariously through you.

I am North/South Korean and American.

I am not a communist.

I am not what South Korea represents.

And, I am definitely not what an American should be.

Therefore, it is through you and helping in your journey in any way I can,

that a bonus effect is achieved.

For had there been no fateful marine stemming

blood from my father’s wounds on the plains of North Korea,

I would not be here writing this or that.

[POEM] A Poem for January 17th, 2023

This poem is dedicated to

Happy for you

A gang and community around yourself.
connecting deeply
mixing cultures

A work in progress. 😛

What relates to fact?
What relates to me?
What relates to beyond me in other people around me (micro–> macro)
What provides evidence of a clearly defined moral compass and leeway from it?

Reputation is the cornerstone of the digital ecosystem.

Through reputation alone, you can achieve lifestyle design and financial independence,

given you have the skills.

Once your reputation slips, however, you become open to judgment without true understanding.

Make your reputation a filtered deluge. The masses (of data), show that you represent your core beliefs,

your authenticity is truly represented…

They will judge no matter what. But remember, that you can curate how and eventually why they judge you.

So much depends on reputation.

Especially in a digital age.

Make your observations as you go and see how you create your own version of self-expression.

But…

remember, it’s a blacksmith-of-an-event.

[诗] a poem for January 11th, 2023

A Poem

This poem is dedicated to

As the massive exodus of Chinese families in search of legal educational aid closes out 2022,

Kids and people emigrate from completely different cultures,

They’re ripped from known environments to suddenly,

being expected to adapt with the best of the best,

master to none and supposed to follow the rest,

significantly and singularly,

provided with examples from the masses.

Stay true to yourself and understand what real experiences are.

Then you’ll see past your obstacles.

The light won’t be hot and bright,

but a signal of a good day.

[[บทกวี]] This Poem is Dedicated to Ball of Anantara

We taught you English in a classroom in a parking garage of a long-term stay hotel of 100 rooms.

You came to every class and improved your skills.

We talked about life, art, English, Thai, work, and fundamentals.

You bought an SLR camera and were uploading your photos to Shutterstock (sometimes in our sessions together).

You went to Japan for your first photography trip.

You returned.

One day, you went home to visit your family.

You came back to watch End Game on a Thai train.

You fell off the Thai train and passed away.

You used to grow vegetables at home and managed the commercial greenhouse at the hotel as a pool attendant.

You learned how to improve your yield with Youtube and autodidactism.

You were taken away by the bystander effect.

[บทกวี] A Poem for December 26th, 2022 [Who Am I?]

This poem is dedicated to

Who are you?

This was a homework assignment I gave to a student.

No, not one of the deepest questions known to people, but just a simple grammar assignment:

to construct one question.

The student produced three words:

Who are you?

This was my response:

“Who are you?” is actually not a simple, easy question at all. You have found one of the most important questions we all know.

We ask this question, but convert it to:

“Who am I?”

And then, this question is directly connected to:

“What is the meaning of life?”

“Who am I?” is a question we ask ourselves in the deepest and darkest times. The answers to it come in bits and pieces when we are happy. It is those challenging times where prove our mettle, our worth, and the value of our deeds. People find what they are made of when a storm swirls around us,

where,

we

seek

a way out.

“In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity.”

Sun Tzu