Creations of My Mind

 

 

Creations of My Mind

 

They come and go,

Keeping me company,

Sometimes as vivid as a red tomato,

My best friends, understanding, with empathy.

 

Words without sounds,

Ideas, plans, reflections,

Sometimes just wayward words that pound,

Playing a drama, a future scheme, an action.

 

Images of memories,

Like a movie playing a familiar scene,

One of laughter, pain, full of stories,

A matinee with drama and love so new and clean.

 

Dreams, nightmares, dares, escapades,

From the past,  the future or the present,

Recordings of my mind stored for decades,

Until time robs the brain of its precious content.

 

Arriving in a flash with such energy and velocity,

So unique and fresh,

Occupying the mind, dancing within wildly,

Paying no heed to the present, the now,  the pulsating flesh.

 

Time changes these images of my mind,

Once they were an possibility,

As a child wondering what the future may find,

Now with maturity  they are a probability.

 

They come to me, making me see and understand,

My thoughts personal, my creation,

At times coming and going with no rhyme or reason,

Possessions of my soul,  lending a helping hand,

Bringing me sanity, strength, and  salvation

 

Salvador Inocensio  Aug/2007

His Eyes

When Do I Teach

 

When Do I Teach

Monday, August 27, 2007

3:31 AM

You got me backed into a corner,

I came to “touch the future,”

To make a difference or two,

To touch young lives,

To teach, to reach out,

Help a young mind find the right direction,

But lately, I find myself wondering,

When do I teach?

 

CST’s, CELDT, GLAS, SABE, SKOWIE, NCLB,

Results testing, writing samples,

At least three times or more,

Who knows?  At times, I’m so confused,

And wondering everyday,

When do I teach.

 

In-services, district buyback days, training,

Staff meetings, grade level meetings,

Parent Conferences, student conferences,

Administrative conferences,  meetings,

 For every grade level, gender, age and race!!

All the while wondering,

When do I teach?

 

Open house, Back to School night, Carnival night,

Fundraising, field trips,

Lesson plans, collaboration, grading papers,

And piles and piles,

Of files of paper to file,

The whole time, wondering,

When do I teach?

 

I wanted to help children learn,

To do this, I’m on a quick burn,

Hours of pep, with no pep,

Keep up your continuing education,

Hours of study into the night,

Dedicated lifelong learners,

That teachers are,

Going to school day and night,

Wondering,

Will I be able to teach?

 

E.L.D., E.S.L., E.L., E.O., F.E.P.,

D.R.A., S.S.T., ISLIP,

Fe fi fo fum, don’t trip,

It’s a new year lets learn another acronym,

One more theory, one more new program,

Each year brings new curriculum,

Mastering each as fast as can,

Wondering,

When do I teach?

 

What? We’re out of time,

Another day is gone,

There’s no more time to teach.

 

The light at the end of the tunnel,

Is clear and bright at first,

With time it fades into dream,

Reality sets in and the dream bursts,

Into the classrooms of today,

Filled with government control,

We wake up and wonder,

When do I teach?

 

 

Salvador Inocensio /September,  2001

You’re the Tequila in My Life

 

 Here’s to you,

The spice in my life,

Creator of our children,

Giving me reason for being.

 

Here’s to you, Frances,

Time is great for the best tequilas,

Through the years you have matured,

Like the best blue agaves,

Your strength, your best,

Comes from your heart,

You are the smoothest, aged, and wise,

You are the best tequila in my life.

 

Here’s to you,

Like Cuervo Gold

You never get old,

Smooth but with a edge,

As with  Jose Cuervo,

You’re the tequila gold in my life.

 

Here’s to you,

Like a Patron Anejo,

Your always a favorite to your viejo,

Never bitter, always special,

As with Patron Anejo,

You’re that special tequila in my life.

 

Here’s to you,

My special lady,

Like a longed neck Corazon,

You control my heart,

I drink your love in everyday,

Because you are that special Corazon,

A lady in the truest sense.

 

Here’s to you,

Like the fullness of Tres Generaciones,

Your history is filled with mine,

Your genuineness shows through,

Like this great tequila from Sauza,

You are the tequila in my life.

 

Here’s to you,

Like the beauty of Tequila Rose,

Your beauty is not only your outside,

But the inner you,

As a rose blossoms with age, so did you,

Because you are the tequila in my life.

 

 

Here’s to you and all the best tequilas,

Many I have not tried,

As the saying goes, “So many tequilas,

So little time,”

Like tequilas, there are so many women,

But only one true love in  my life,

Unlike tequilas, you are the only one,

You are the only tequila in my life.

 

Here’s to you, my journey’s end,

Let’s drink tequila blanco,

Casa Noble, Chinaco, El Viejito,

Herradura, Lapiz, Don Julio,

Tequilas as original as the first,

So fresh and transparent,

Like you because you are the tastiest  tequila  in my life.

 

Here’s to you, my smooth and caring partner,

I would like to drink  something mellower,

A tequila reposado, aged for over a year,

Cazadores, Oro Azul, Cuervo Tradicional,

Pura Sangre, El Charro, El Tequileno, Corralejo,

Refreshing, sweet bouquet, and beautiful color,

Is much like you,

You are the most sweetest tequila in my life.

 

Here’s to you, my Panchita,

Uniqueness coming from experience and maturity,

Like the best, longest age tequilas, anejo,

Nothing compares to your style all your own,

Let’s enjoy the best together, chilled on ice,

Centenario, Cuervo 1800, Patron Anejo,

Tres Generaciones, El Tesoro, Chinaco Tamaulipas,

Are the best, longest age, smoothest,

Tequilas in the world,

Like you they are worth every cent, all the time and  strife,

Because you are the most unique, wise and beautiful,

And just like all the tequilas in the world,

You are the most intoxicating drink I have ever had.

 

 

 

Salvador Inocensio    August/2007