I had nowhere to turn, had nowhere to go,
this is just something ,I think you need to know!
I don't know what made me trust you,
I still remember the day, when I told what I had been through!
I thought, I should jump off, or go hide in a hole,
but then I followed whatever you told!
As each day grew longer, my trust became stronger!
Each time I wanted to cry, you stayed there right by my side!
Then I moved to the twelfth grade,
I was really afraid, that my trust would slowly fade,
But I was very wrong, the bond is still strong!
Even Though you don't have time, you at least ask me if I am fine!
You are just seen for a while,with your contagious smile!
And then you walk away and you are out of sight,
I smile and then things are alright!
I am so glad,that you were there when I was sad!
You are the one on whom I can always depend,
And this is what makes you...MY BEST FRIEND
Copyright © sakshi sitoot | Year Posted 2014
We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,
Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...
These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken
Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"
Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013
Is based on transmission
But is receiver tuned?
Cannot transmit culture.
Culture needs discovery.
A teacher must accept
To hear the students’ words
And work with their conceptions
Constructing day by day.
No discipline succeeds
With rules imposed as truth.
Discussion is a need
To improve a conscious thought.
Copyright © Mario DE PAZ | Year Posted 2013
this poem is dedicated to my Mr mellors i hope he reads this
The Cop, The Math Teacher, The Guide
you've been there for me
when i was confused
and could not see
the forest or the path
you were there
when school was hell
and life was black as midnight
you were there
when i screwed up
and found myself trapped
by my own mistakes
even though i disappointed you at times
and made you want to tear your hair out
you were there
you've always been there
and cannot thank you enough
Thank You Mr. Mellors
Copyright © Wolf Lief | Year Posted 2012
I had some very good primary school teachers who were awesome
But in all my schooling, one of my college instructors stood out to be super awesome
In our first day of class we all sat on a beautiful mat that she had acquired from one of her travels to a middle eastern country
Then we drank tea in tiny little cups
This is a welcoming gesture that she had learnt from her travels
This special gesture always reminds me of the book Three Cups of Tea
We were about twelve students, about five minorities
It was called World Studies
That little gesture brought all of us closer
On our last day of class we had an international potluck where we each brought food from our different cultures and ethnic backgrounds
Am sure God was smilling on that day as he watched us try each other's foods and learn about each other through it
I remember a story she told us of how she wore a niqab to her church and stood by the door as a greeter
She talked of how most people avoided her direction, some not even looking at her
She was this petite white woman
She had travelled to twenty something countries worldwide doing missionary work
She had walked on soils where women were regarded inferior and unworthy
She had put her hands during her missions, in places where white people were loathed
But even with some of the dire situations she found herself into, she still had that caring and loving heart
I remember the projects we did for refugees
Another of her many passions
She provided healthcare, education and assisted with basic needs acquisitions for them
I learnt that we can all sit down, have a cup of tea, put down our differences and accept each,
to make this world a peaceful place
Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
I teach a martial art. I’m not tough. I don’t teach fighting. I don’t teach self-defense. I lie. I do teach self- defense. I teach proper behavior. I teach courtesy. I say, if attacked, take balance. What does that mean? It means a different thing at every turn. It means being soft or being hard, but do not pour gasoline on the fire. Be in love with your attacker. I only have a few students. One is really strong and has fought a lot. One is really young and playful. Who knows what he makes of my classes. His father is my third student. He is an obvious black belt yet he wears the apparel of the student with grace.
Copyright © hiram lewis | Year Posted 2013
She sits there in the back of the class, doodling on her paperwork. Getting lost in
the scribbles, tuning out the teacher, forgetting all the madness around her, her life
fading in the paper. Slap! The sound of the ruler splintering across the desk. PAY
ATTENTION! Head jerking upward, she sits up in her little desk. Pencil dropping from
her hand, rolling off onto the floor. She looks straight ahead, back straight as a
board, eyes glued ahead as the teacher drones on. Drilling things into their heads,
eyes sharp like an eagle. Looking for every chance to catch someone falling asleep,
to catch someone passing notes, to catch someone whispering. The little girl quietly
picks up her pencil and her mind drifts to dreaming of playing dress up, drifts to the
path the lead makes on the paper. The curves of a woman, not a little girl. Dreaming
of growing up into a woman. Confident, pretty, smart, strong....someone people will
notice....a woman with a voice. Slap! The ruler across her hand. She jerks it back,
clasping it to her chest. Instant sting, instant redness and she feels the tears start
to pool in her eyes, her lip quivering to hold back the yelp. Pay attention! You’re not
listening! I asked you a question young lady. Should I repeat it? She’s so scared
that she can’t even speak so she just meekly nods her head. Hard as steel, cold as
ice, the teacher repeats the question. She hangs her head and answers but her
voice is barely above a squeeking whisper. Speak up! says the teacher. The class
can’t hear you, I can’t hear you she says. The little girl raises her head and repeats
her answer. WRONG! Slap! The ruler across her other hand. See if you had been
paying attention instead of DOODLING, then you wouldn’t have gotten the ruler.
You’ll make sure next time you will listen now won't you. The little girl doesn’t
answer, doesn’t speak up. She doesn’t want the ruler again. So she carefully and
quietly lays her pencil on her little wooden desk that bares the markings of many
ruler slappings. And on her little wooden desk, she rests her hands that bare the
scars of many ruler slappings. She stares straight ahead at the chalkboard,
unwavering, searing a hole in the chalkboard. She tries to find the dream of dress
up, tries to find the girl dressing up as the woman she wants to be. But all she sees
on the chalkboard…no matter how hard or how long she stares...all she sees on the
chalkboard.....is nothing but chalk.
Copyright © A Rambling Righting Riley - Shauna Riley | Year Posted 2011
The full moon shiniest bright inside its double ringed circle as I hoped to see the blood moon meteorologist talked about all week.
Sad to say I missed the moment so many gazed with their telescopes and cameras.
I pulled back the white sheer curtain to see the full moon shining its soft shine into my dark room.
A brown curtain is all that keeps prying eyes from peeping in the sliding glass door at midnight.
The wooded area so close behind my house hides much.
No animals roaming, vertical or upright, can see me sitting, watching TV or on my iPad late into the wee hours of the morning.
October 8 2014 sees another blood moon, but I missed it all.
Maybe the next one will grace my eyes with its beauty.
Copyright © Barbara Washington | Year Posted 2014
Truly it's Free Free Free
searchin' high so low
is where it was for me
I've called everyone I know
Where can it be, can I find it everywhere
“what is it we all have in common”
so should I look where, tell me dear
Well - why it is - also ordinary
Family, friends, Preachers
they also have it to give…
you can receive it from teachers
want some, you may need it too live
Try your Doctor, or Lawyer
when you’re blue, down an out
try a Tutor, IT Tech, or Employer
soon, remember, when your in doubt
Just ask - someone will care
everybody has it to give you see
no need to shed a tear, find it here
“Advice it's cheep, also it's so Free”
Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013
You're so handsome, the best-looking one
in town. More importantly, I've never known
anyone so loyal! You truly are man's--I mean
MY--best friend. Now, now! No neck nuzzling.
I have things to do. You're hungry? Okay, just
a healthy, crunchy snack for now. I'll grade a
few essays while you chow down.
Ohhh, OK, I'll share the porch swing with you.
A walk? Now? Well, all right. I want you to be
happy. We'll just take a brief--Whoa! Not so
blooming fast! I want to lead. Let's stay on the
sidewalk. May I lead--please? I'm supposed to
be walking YOU. Neighbors are pointing and
laughing-- except for Miss Daisy. No, not her
prize-winning flower bed! Last week, her paper;
this week, her flowers. Haven't we tested her
Christianity enough? Aw, come on. If she wants
fertilizer . . . Here she comes with a big stick!
YOU'RE ready to go back now?
Great! But first drag me to the clinic.
Oh, my rotator cuff!
January 18, 2016
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016
My Other Teacher
By Curtis Johnson
Nature ever thrives to reach.
She never fails to teach.
Sometimes the lessons flow
to the shores of the beach.
She sings, she prays, and often screens,
ever so loudly from the deep.
. She will shake, shock, and rock
the very foundation of my feet.
She often wrecks havoc and makes us weep.
. But without her, who bares the rod of shepherds, we would go astray like sheep
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015