Song Teacher Poems

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Details | Free verse |
Under her guidance, we stood at attention
forming a row  for the national anthem
"Oh Say, Can You See?"...( familiar old words )
We would sing,  in unison,
but with avid enthusiasm!
Out of tune, out of rhythm
with childish delusions
that we were suburb!!

As we  stood in the room
she would move down the line
with a frown in the lines
of her leathery brow, then would bow
till her ear matched our voice
and her hand would be poised
with two fingers that cued,
keeping time with the tune.

She would grit all her teeth
bite the inside of cheeks
Such a serious task!
it was all that she asked
that we please.."DO YOUR BEST!"

When we mastered, at last
She would gasp, then exclaim
as we sang each refrain,
mixed with tears, she would clap

I remember it now...
Here I stand in this row
with my hand on my heart
as the first strain imparts
Yes, I know those old words...
they'll remain part of me
'til the day that I die
"O Say, Can You See?"...still familiar to me

But no..............I can't see....

          There are tears in my eyes...




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Resubmitted for PD's Contest: 101 In a row #4

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013




Details | Lyric |
To capture the attention everyone else gets but you
You do whatever you can to get it
Even if its bad
You continue to do it
To get the attention you never had
And the attention you will never get
You want the perfect body and soul that everyone else has
You want to feel important... special
So you seek for a better
Much higher thing
What you need
You dont quite know
But you decide that
You will do whatever it takes to make you happy
And sometimes
That means..
suicide
Sometimes it means
Shooting someone
Because the hole inside your heart needs filled
And thats the only thing you ever had
The only thing you see
The only thing that someone gave to you
The thing that got everyone talking about you
The thing that got everyone to even look at you
So if you decide to kill someone
You kill yourself afterwards
Because you felt lonely again
You felt that no one was watching you
That no one even cared 
Then you think about all the things that 
Bugged you
And you pull the trigger
Then theres no more you
Next time someone sees you
You will be on the news
Where now you are special
And important

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
Cindy had a little Bird, 
Little Bird, little Bird, 
Cindy had a little Bird, 
Its feathers were yellow as the sun

And everywhere that Cindy went, 
Cindy went, Cindy went, 
Everywhere that Cindy went
The Bird was sure to go

It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.

It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a Bird at school

And so the teacher turned it out,
Turned it out, turned it out,
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near

And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Cindy did appear

"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
Love Cindy so? Love Cindy so?
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
The eager children cried

"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
Loves the Bird, you know, loves the Bird, you know
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
The teacher did reply

Copyright © John Long | Year Posted 2007




Details | I do not know? |
The peacock with spread-out plume,
Dances to Nature's tune,
The sun's fadeless glow,
The monsoon's rainbow, 
Isn't our Nature,
Very spectacular?

The preaches of the priests,
They themselves don't practice! 
The teachers teach, 
A mere printed speech!
Mother Nature expresses,
What she really is! 

Nature is wiser than the wisest----
Of  the Nobel-laureates.
Read no books,
Experience how Nature looks!
She is a better teacher,
Than a priest or a schoolmaster!!

(In Indian subcontinent the 
verb 'preach' is many a times
 used as 'noun'.)

Copyright © Dr.Hemant Vinze | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |
An Ode To LIFE


As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God 

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Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
TEACHERS SONG
Edward Clay
summer 1997

Fly with me my young ones
on wings of metal and stone.
Learn with me and we shall see
what dreams you call your own?

First acquire the basic skills
the way of tools and flame.
Then find the heart within the stone
a picture for the frame.

Rings and pins with mounted stones
and bracelets to admire.
Jewelry made with skill and love
as the crafts require.

Now my stone of life is dust
I know my time has gone.
The art and skills I shared with all
those skills one will pass on.

Copyright © Edward Clay | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |
It began all from nursery
When I was little child
And when I always used to cry
You came and wiped my eyes

My wishes are for those teacher’s
Who gave us wings to fly
Who always gave a helping hand
For that, we say thank you

This song is for you
You made our life beautiful
I know you’re proud of me
As I’m proud of you

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When I look back to my past
I used to be very shy
You inspired me in such a way
I could see my childhood fly

My wishes are for those teacher’s
Who motivate students through
In the tough times you’ve been with us
For that, we say thank you

This song is for you
You made our life beautiful
I know you’re proud of me
As I’m proud of you

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You made a difference in our lives
Every time when we grew
You made our minds grow strong
One child at a time

My wishes are for those teacher’s
Who loved us like their child
You never left us all alone
For that, we say thank you

This song is for you
You made our life beautiful
I know you’re proud of me
As I’m proud of you

Copyright © Sujish Kandampully | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |
In Cities in Flight
transformations are chronicled over generations.
It can make us cry
out for the genius occurring
now and in our past. How
the unseen, unknown participant
was made known to himself
through devotion to those outside himself. He
guides his city
into space.

So, the father and the teacher
guide the family and the student
through the close spaces of knowledge
and obligation. And perform
the history that surrounds them.
Good actors and directors,
philosophers and physicists,
soldiers and foresters.

Today
steam rose from the asphalt
because the sun
has arrived in place, powerful, equinoxal
as the human song
that receives it.

Two big deer
       Lope cautiously
             Off the open road.

Two crows
       Fly low
             Above the Oswegatchie.

Frank Bassett
forester since '57
marks a stand of maple and black cherry
for selective cutting. His actions today
will be noted
by another forester, also acting alone,
in the 21st century.

New York City
in a froth of creativity
Pacino and Sheen in Julius Caesar,
Sonny Rollins at Town Hall,
films opening, one
that portrays the flamboyant style
and dedication
of a barrio public school teacher.

You cannot act alone.
You must belong
in your heart
to the flight humanity makes in Spring, north
toward wild flowers
in geese chevrons.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse |
The Boatman’s Song                                                     19/Many 

He asked her in a very natural tone
“Who you are, and why you are telling me those things
About which, I know nothing?”

Urveshi revealed her identity

Urveshi knew, how this warrior like Youngman would react,
And told, “I am Urveshi* the Apsara from heaven,
I came here Youngman to hear those beautiful melodies
Which you were singing from earth, but its echoes were
Ringing even in heaven”,

Your songs and melodies have brought me, here on earth 
And I am happy to be here, to find that you are not only a singer, 
But, in actual a warrior and scholar, with extra ordinary va lour,
In your body and arms 
Gifted with the sharpness of mind, that too with a noble loving heart
 
It’s time O Chandragupta*, you should help your love
I know you don’t want to let your name be called before anyone
Till you are in seclusion and exile, due to your differences with the kingdom
But there is no one here to know, what I tell you as a sincere friend
You have to save your love the Princess, 
From the poisonous jaw of her Uncle’s clutches  

Urveshi exclaimed! Put strength of va lour in your arms, Youngman 
And polish your fighting techniques
So that you may end the vicious circle engulfing your love
By killing those treacherous men in black in her kingdom

I know you are alone, without men to fight with you
But you are the same, who can even fight with an army alone
And you have given a pledge to your Guru* Chanakya* 
To save your land from King like DhanaNanda* 

Even Alexander* the Great, was in praise of your va lour
As no man ever had shown to him, such a courage
To face and fight his men,  as you were alone 
And made them wounded in few moments
And escaped using your mind’s alertness
Like a lightening appears and vanishes during rains

Your destiny is going to change, the future of this land
And you are going to rule on the entire Aryavarta*
As no one has done ever, in the history of this land 


Ravindra					19/Many   to continue……

Kanpur   India 21st January 2010

      * Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra
      * Guru Hindi word means teacher 
* Aryavarta. Ancient name for northern and central India
      * Chandragupta.  Name of the Boatman. His full name was Chandragupta       
   Maurya, Born in 340 BC
     * Chanakya. The name of the great teacher of Chandragupta & a great politician
     * Dhana Nanda. The wicked King Dhana Nanda dethroned by Chandragupta

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

Details | Dramatic Verse |
The Boatman’s Song  					20/ Many

The world would come to know one day
The real strength of your arms and the balance of your mind
And your love would be,  the inspiration of your life
Making you,  an extra ordinary King of this land
Who would rule the hearts of its people and not the  land

The boatman heard and grasped every word
He looked at Urveshi* and thanked her, from his heart
“I am so much grateful, O Princess of Heaven,
It’s a dream or a reality, I do not know
But I am going to save my love, from those traitors
Who are trying to capture her kingdom

I have taken the training of fighting and warrior hood
From my Guru Chanakya,*  the most worthy of all teachers at Takshila*
And I will finish those traitors,  of the kingdom of Malla*
In no time only, I can make a small army of my own"

He looked at Urveshi* with a look full of friendly love
And thanked her by saying,
“I shall always remain indebted, for what you have done for me,
From You only I have come to know, where and how my love is”

Same day  the boatman gathered,  his ten  trained young men, 
Whom he had trained silently, as the men of his army 
And all of them were the men of great strength, courage and dedication
Ready to sacrifice their lives, on just one call of the boatmen, 
Always willing to go any where 
That day they were ready to give, their first test of warrior hood
Along with their Chief, who knew the art of making an army
Even without a kingdom, 
And that he had learnt from his Guru*  Chankya*
Who was a man of Great learning

Same day,  the boatman with his ten men of mussels
Reached a place, near the fort Palace of the Malla* Kingdom
And he found out many things, about the Princess and came to know, 
She visits a nearby Temple everyday
The boatman and all his men, separately waited 
In the premises of that Temple, waiting for the princess to come

The time came and the Princess along with some of her friends
Came to make her daily prayer
And went inside the Temple, where only the Princess could go
The boatman waited for the Princess to come
The time came and the Princess arrived, like the Moon appears
On a dark lonely night, and travels alone the sky 

She came and made her payer to her deity

Ravindra 					20/….	to continue….


Kanpur India 22nd January 2010

      * Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra
      * Guru Hindi word means teacher 
      * Malla. A name of the Republic of ancient India of 400BC
      * Chanakya. Name of the great teacher of Chandragupta & a great politician

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010