Hark! The clarion call of enlightenment rings,
As education's chrysalis unfurls its wings.
Long fettered-by archaic pedagogical chains,
We now shed the husk of antiquated refrains.
In crucibles of curiosity, minds ignite,
Forging knowledge that pierces the night.
We architect academies of boundless scope,
Where queries bloom and nurture hope.
Not mere facts, but wisdom's essence we distil,
Cultivating resilience for life's uphill.
For the erudite maverick with cerebral fire,
And mentors who dare to inspire higher.
Arise! Let transformation be our refrain,
As we reforge learning's domain.
Our voices, a symphony of choice and change,
Through adversity's gauntlet, we arrange.
In these halls of intellectual renaissance,
Every mind finds its resonance.
As vestiges of the old order fall,
We pen new axioms for one and all.
These bastions of thought, our legacy true,
Where futures are sculpted, both vibrant and new.
Categories:
academies, education, inspiration, perspective, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
In a bygone America the First Amendment
Was as sacred as a Biblical Commandment:
"I disagree with what you say,
But your right to say it,
I'll defend to the death"--
Rang out the shibboleth.
Disagreements and disputes
Were all the rage;
Discussion, debate, and discourse
Took center-stage.
From Lincoln-Douglas down through Kennedy-Nixon,
Our leaders warred
With eloquent words
Instead of with swords...
...But now there's precious little freedom of speech,
Political corretness is what academies preach.
"Sexist," "Racist," "Fascist," they all screech;
'My way or the highway,' is what they teach.
'Twas a noble idea once,
Was Freedom of speech:
Today observed less in the act
Than in the breach.
Categories:
academies, freedom, political, spoken word,
Form: Rhyme
We haven't won since sixty six,
oh the agony, hope and doubt
as the World Cup comes around again
and on penalties we go out.
The game we gave the world to play
belongs now to Italy, Spain and Brazil.
we visualise how we conquer them
but know we never will.
The skills we see out on the pitch
the sharp play, the balls to feet,
are not taught in academies
but in the park or on the street.
At night dreaming of football
the ball goes straight between the sticks,
each boy is England's captain
and it's nineteen sixty six
Categories:
academies, fantasy, football,
Form: Verse
workers get paid
they send their kids to school
they learn about wars heroes heroins
winners warriors in moral science
they send
even force their kids to academies
of guns bombs and tanks
to defend themselves
they prepare for it
workers get paid
war is on
Categories:
academies, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
In the beginning the world was flat.
Nature was magical and that was that.
We expressed or selves with cave drawings and cuneiform too
Cuneiform was cool because it was new.
Later came sand script ant it was neat.
Except for its weight it couldn’t be beat.
Pharaohs maintained that the world was flat.
Nature was still magical and that was that.
Through the years things stayed mostly the same.
Scientists came along making themselves a name.
Soon folks were sailing the sea so blue.
Its’ roundness they all knew.
During the Renaissance artist turned up the heat.
The respect they gained was sweet.
The world knew it wasn’t flat.
The world of magic grew faint and that was that.
Science, literature and the arts grew.
The educational academies did too.
Cameras made artist feel obsolete.
Artist evolved to feel more complete.
The world got a little more abstract.
The artist was reborn and that’s a fact.
Impressionist challenged what we knew.
Expressionist had their day too.
Art for art’s sake is sweet.
Art’s expressive circle is nearly complete.
The mind’s not flat.
Expression is what you pull from your hat.
By Robb A. Kopp
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Categories:
academies, artworld, , literature,
Form: Verse