Ballad Teacher Poems | Ballad Poems About Teacher
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Paint me my teacher
A picture of my future
Tell me at this juncture
About My future
I will listen with rapture
You my teacher
Show me every feature
Of my future.
spread me my teacher
the wings to my future
Make me learn
what my efforts will return
Hold my hand
Guide me and
let me walk the path
My life is worth.
Show me my teacher
what is stored in my future
show me the beauty
of my future duty
Then I will paint
a picture with no stain
A future perfect picture.
show me my teacher
the colors to paint my future
I will paint a doctor picture
Or paint a lawyer picture
I will paint my perfect future picture
with the colors from you my teacher
Help me paint my future
My respected teacher.
A Lesson From the Buddha
The Buddha had been getting round
And listening to the crowd.
He’d often sat there silently
And heard them moan so loud
About their own sad burdens
And all the hurt they’d had.
So he thought up a little plan
That didn’t seem half bad.
He called the crowd together
Said “listen here you guys
I’ve been thinking for a great long while
And I have thought it wise
To grow a special tree for you
And here it lies before you
Now listen well to what I say
I’ll tell you what to do”
He said “this tree before you
It’s to hang your troubles on
Each one of you must go to it
And your troubles will be gone
As you hang them on it’s many branches
Then what you’ll need to do
Is take yourself some others burdens
And make them part of you”
The people thought that this was cool
It seemed a grand old way
To rid themselves of all their burdens
It was a happy day!
As each smiling so broadly
Placed there burdens on the tree
Then they thought for just a while
And they began to see.
As each the truth did hit them
More restless did they get
At least they knew their burdens
So each with no regrets
Did race back to that trouble tree
To grab what they had hung there
The Buddha smiled good humoredly
He had made them all aware.
29 July 2013 @ 1805hrs.
Words of the master
A man once asked the master
Which of us has the worth?
To enter in the holy kingdom
This man was down to Earth
And liked to ask the questions
The truth he had to know
The master looked into his eyes
With a deep, and holy glow.
A Rabbi, he took note of this
He thought it would be he
For he had all the virtues
Such a holy man he be
The master looked on past this man
Till his eyes lit on a child
He called the small child unto him
And at the lad he smiled.
He took the child into his arms
And said for all to hear
Those who be like this small child
The father he holds dear
They have the worth to enter in
My father holy place
The crowd they did not understand
Confusion touched each face
These words the master spoke, were true
To find that holy place
One must re find his innocence
Re-enter each that space
That each of us were born into
Each soul must delve within
And find the joy that each did know
When their days, did first begin.
16 December 2013 @ 1310hrs.
There can be tossing and turning and a sleepless night...
Just mentally preparing for the next days fight.
But we love these kids what more can I say...
Life as a teacher provides an interesting day.
There is spitting and cursing and yelling too...
There is pure terror in the parking lot if you're new.
But we love these kids what more can I say...
And for our kids, our pain and suffering will pay off some day.
So we drag out of bed and put a smile on our face...
We want to make a good impression when we enter this place.
We cover our backs as we survive the day...
And we all know that we earn our pay.
Years from now when the movie is here...
We'll sit together and point and cheer.
I love you teachers and I'll miss you so...
And I'll cherish our memories wherever I go.
You'll always be in my thoughts and prayers until the day I die..
And when I stop to remember our experiences I'll pause and cry.
Years from now when these kids are grown...
Let us pray and believe, as a team, good positive seeds have been sown.
The power 0f Scorpio
Scorpio, she has the power
Her approach is so intense
She’ll delve into her deepest depths
Where her secrets are entrenched
She’ mostly mellow, but look out
She well might blow a fuse
From anger kept held deep within
Self -control she well may lose
She’s the saint, or she’s the sinner
Could be either one of them
But she will want to live her life
Not like the rest of them
Because she’ll like to ponder
She’ll delve so deep within
Take a look into her dungeon
Get lost within the din.
She’s loyal to her loved ones
And never lets them down
Once she has accepted you
She’ll often take you down
To places most don’t want to go
Introduce you to your soul
Transformation rules her life
It be wrote within her role.
17 August 2013 @ 0633hrs.