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Biology Teacher

What do you do all day, I wonder
When you're not teaching me at school
You have no ring on your left finger
And you always cling to that rule(r)

You speak as if we are listening
I admit you seem nice enough
Do you enjoy your current life
Or is it lonely, boring, tough?

Although for science you have such a passion
You look lonely, at least to me
I'm sure you must have a family
But do you have family you often see?

You talk and talk and talk
Do you think that I understand?
(My eyes are getting tired
But still I move my hand)

What do you do at home, I wonder
Do you live all alone?
No wonder you spend so much time here
You have an empty home

Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2013

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You women
Know how to make 
The best of what you've got in you
You do it everyday in your life

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013

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Two Lenses

When I was young I hated school;
in playing truant saw no harm.
How could I throw away the fun
which I enjoyed on grandpa’s farm?

My mum was strict and had her way
while the pied piper played his fife!
So common sense won in the end;
I taught in schools most of my life!


Contest: Two Lenses
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Placed 1st

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016

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Dear Teacher

Am I just another creature?
Thriving hard to make a future?
Beyond what can undergo suture
Thoughts have almost my heart rupture

No my dear you are special
With no thought of being partial
Who has got so much potentials
That you’ve displayed from initial?

Why have I not come top in all I do?
Why hasn’t anyone asked to know who?
When I put my potentials all through
Except, sometimes, just you

Bother less on those, my dear
They have all, their own fears
Of a genius who’s so much near
That will with them this glory share

I hope not to forget who I am
For I hope to do great with these arms
To reach wide even to those in farms
Yet not to have a soul by it harm

It’s great to think less of persons
Just do your things in its right season
Without a thought of selfish reason
And their thoughts shall be to them a prison

Copyright © Reuben Enahoro | Year Posted 2012

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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2012

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Unreason - by Bob Atkinson

- by Bob Atkinson

"... ode to those
who teach creative
writing at the
college level,
yet have not the
talent nor
to produce something
worthwhile ..."

to listen graciously
then turn away
feeling for the
first time
wonder at his

carries burdens
newly minted
for my life on lumpy
simply put this
wreck of words
drives not my lucid
in fear of simple
castings made
those so hard to
correctly gage
find difficulty in
what should or
shouldn't stand

feed me what to this
has not been allowed
to equate justice
against wispy
thoughts berated

metaphors mixed
until complete
that nonsense we all
believe in
can only drive us
deeply down
a path toward firm

Copyright © Bob Atkinson | Year Posted 2014

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My Father, The Teacher

Matthew 18:3
And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little
children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven".

I remember my father's decline
A man of respect and polish
Becoming more and more infantile
Until the inevitable finish

I ponder this strange process
Leaving exactly as he came in
Eyes bound by laws of trust
Never contemplating the idea of sin

Do souls of such integrity
Heartbroken from limitations
Offer one last gift of love
Without any explanations?

And was his love so great
That until the very end
He put away his pride
Trying to show me how to live?

For my coworker and dear friend Ray, whose father is experiencing
the exact same decline as my father two years ago.

Copyright © The Fringe | Year Posted 2011

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The words float through the air,
trying to find a home in my head,
sleep is calling without a care,
disappear do the words the teacher said.

Soon my classroom is no longer there,
replaced by the wildest thoughts in my head,
replaced by the actions I never would dare,
disappear do the words the teacher said.

The gentle breeze of the ocean blue,
drowns the other thoughts in my head,
nothing I would rather do,
disappear do the words the teacher said.

Copyright © Melody Simpson | Year Posted 2009

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When am I ever going to use this in real life, teacher

“What are we ever going to use this for?” 
Students ask every single school day.
So sit back, grab a coffee, get comfortable, 
And all the reasons, to you, I will say.

Fundamentally it’s about allowing people to 
Fully realize the value of their own mentality.
To make them know ethics and empathy, 
Solve problems, be social, owning morality.

Education develops language and literacy, 
Listening and comprehension sufficiently.
It develops an ability to solve small and large problems,
Solving them efficiently.

Students will learn, first hand, how to explore 
An active community with a rich diversity.
And how to repair self-esteem, cooperatively respecting others,
Whenever they face adversity.

They will refine gross and fine motor skills,
Learn how to set targets and achieve their goals.
And whenever things seem to become too much,
They learn how to jump over potholes.

Education is not about capitalism which produces too much,
Sharing nothing, at too high a price.
And it’s not about communism failing as an ascetic morality, 
Essentially a fool’s paradise.

Education creates peacemakers, healers, restorers, 
Storytellers, and lovers of every shape and form.
It creates people with moral courage to make this world a habitable, 
Happy, humane thunderstorm.

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016

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For  low your own path’s  based……they
Ensure  how   innate your  own  lean  ought  to be.    Leave it   -
And   sure  now  in  nature  your  only  note  too.      Believe it  -
Follow your own path spaced.        Nay,
With  distance   you’re  not  too  tied  in their  shoes ;
With this  stance  your  knot  to  tighten  there……choose!

Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010

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I never know what days she comes here
And it makes no difference what she may wear
she only graces this place about three times a week
And if given the chance I probably couldn’t speak

We once exchanged words, but I don’t know what I said
I kept speaking while envisioning what could lay ahead
She looked like the picnic type with grapes and champagne
But then I could tell there was sophistication in one who seemed a bit plain

Not so much a chameleon, but just eager to please
I would pour her a glass of champagne while upon my knees
I was describing how it seems we’d both seen it all
How many times did she rise and how many times did I fall?

Only a few days of the week and  I never know what day
Because if given a chance I can’t think of what I would say
Maybe I’d tell myself that she doesn’t deserve the wild side of me
Rather I squeezed out “would you like to go on a picnic ma’m” and she came to agree

She could tell me a tale and I would tell her a story
It may be rhetorical, analytical or an allegory
The lady described with Van Gogh type accuracy her childhood and that which she’s seen
And I find her so intriguing she could convince me the sky is green

Alas the lass but passes my way yet I must have a ration
I describe a fiery, hellishly hot kind of passion
I’m talking about the electric thrill that stuns me whenever she passes by
While I’ll be impatiently practicing to tell her I actually saw a green sky
     © 2011.….Phreepoetree free cee!~ 

Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2011

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Nature, the Teacher

Willows bend with the mighty wind
Oaks crack, tumbling to the earth
Pay attention, nature is teaching us
Lessons to give, since its very birth

Strength is in the willow as it bends
Not snapping like the Oak, so tall
To be flexible is the message for us
Otherwise, one in the winds, would fall

Birds tend to fly south in the winter
Showing instinct to stay safe and warm
Learn from the feathered teachers
Grow with changes, to escape harm

Turtles have a shell to protect them
They hide in it with no words to say
Learn from them, how they are handled
For they live to walk another day

The lion, the mightiest of hunters
Sits still and silently awaits its prey
Take a lesson here from the attacker
Wait your turn, it will come, your day

So look upon nature, the face of the earth
As it serves to teach us all what we need
Watch closely, copy, maybe just use once
With balance, then practice, you’re sure to succeed

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008

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I am chanting the songs to praise our greatest Teacher
He was living 80 years and nearly 3000 years ago
Still his teachings gave all of us everything to live better and wiser
Let's celebrate his birthday with our utmost understanding that we know
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando May 17, 2016

Copyright © hien tran | Year Posted 2016