Best Educational Poems
The kids put the program guide back on
Each station had way too much crap on
Then mum said hey kids
Watch one of dad’s vids
And soon Tim said Mum, what’s a strap on?
The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you--
Then, it will be true.
I wonder if it’s that simple?
I am twenty, an average girl, born in Chicago.
I went to school there, then here, Florida.
Fifteen years, I’ve been to school
Two more, I still got
Before I’m done and in school again
But by that time, I’ll be the teacher
It’s not easy to know what is true for you or me
There are so many theories
So many philosophies
Well, just five
But that’s enough when you’ve got to prescribe to one
or two
or three
or four
or all five
At twenty, my age, I’ve suffered them all
Teacher-centered essentialist classrooms
Rows of students paralyzed in fear at no kitten but rather
Of a rather fat cat dressed up in a test booklet
I’ve been a victim of perennialists
Holding within a “great book” a great book.
For all the eyes behind her head,
Teacher couldn’t see my copy
Of Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging inside of my copy of The Iliad
One day I walked into a progressive classroom
The teacher put us all in groups
We built a robot and learned
About torque, levers, and voltage
I’ve been privy to social reconstruction
Now that is motivation
To seek and find a problem
Then to seek and find an answer
My mind was never idle in that class
In the class of an existentialist
I drank cool water
She let us be
And was our friend
Being me, I can never be you
Or Ms. Wild
Or Ms. Green
Or Mr. Melvin
Or Ms. Kilic
Or Ms. Miller
I can only be me
And with being me, I will carry every philosophy
I am product of them all
Of the tests
And old books
Of the group work
And activism
Of the simple, free classroom that played my kind of music and turned me into Da Vinci
For an hour
I’ve learned from all of them
I guess they all learned from me
And now we’ve both got something true
A living, flowing, breathing philosophy
This is my page for Special Topics
The instructor, she/he, at head of class
scans the classroom and sees all the students.
They inhabit the room like Inert gas,
atoms of reason float in abundance.
Who will learn and who will remain inert?
The instructor may not ask of such things.
It is enough to keep a group alert,
to teach them rather than keep them guessing.
Many moments are spent in discussion,
helping fresh minds understand the subject.
The instructor must avoid confusion.
Answers are tested to see if correct.
Future students may let their knowledge fade.
Others will find work and careers will be made.
Making love is like a trip to the bakery
Sweet like pastry without the calories
Use spoons over forks and knives
It is like a ship with sails unfurled
Stretched out in the arms of love at sea
It is like nothing else on Earth not even butter
If you have never done it don't worry about others
You can always start with yourself and work up
But never use hammers or cameras in bed
It is easier than riding a bike or horse
A second course is right around the corner
But wear a helmet at night for protection
If you are horny wear a horn
It is best when performed on trampolines
Avoid mixed company and drinks
Contortionists know how to please
Remember, sex is more fun when not twisted
Love making is a truly probiotic experience
According to nutritionists it is delicious
Good for your health and digestive system
When making love use the right tools
It is the formula for success
Safe sex is the rule
Great sins of omission
are not in anyone's book of
What I Plan To Do When I Grow Up.
Henry Ford,
his automated
and then incorporated
financial investment company,
did not intend to emancipate us
from family farms,
Thereby disenfranchising
our sense of secure
and fertile wealth health,
interdependently sufficient
organic homes,
silent rhythmic rural memories,
Fading views and feels of cannons
pulled by slow-marching horses,
mules,
plodding oxen,
ghosts of elders past
monoculturing aggression
at slower blade-drawn pace
Sometimes domestically violent.
Sometimes military chronic stressed
LeftBrain against Right's longer kinship memories.
And sometimes more polyculturally enriching
rural WiseElder tree memories
of nurturing ponds
and domestically peaceful milk cows,
curious cats,
tribally defensive,
and embarrassingly rutty, dogs,
horny yet happy crickets,
Flirtatious cycling
recycling moonlight
and radiant enlightenment of daylight
and dualdark co-relational resonance
of night play.
To sustain Original forested home
and extending family
we need parental and school support
for cooperative resilient communities,
secure and healthy homes,
habitats,
wombs.
Whether rural
or suburban
or urban
But mindful
that rural tribal homesteading
and cooperative diverse economies
and multicultural politics of healthy nurturing,
solidarity with home place
and wealthy polyculturing kin,
mutually share one
humane-divine ZeroZone Planet
Inside calling us back and forth
toward Polyculture Zenithing EarthSoul
embodied within
GaiaEarth
Ecologically gracing nutritional homes
poly-theologically re-membering health within.
Trivializing grace of WinWin commission
co-arising global communion
is not in my book of
What We Have Hoped To Become.
Or even in my textbook studying
What I Missed In School
During the spring, as flowers begin
To smile with different blooms
Before the summer knows it’ll win
Erasing the chill from the air
Whispering warmth everywhere…
There, amid the buds and petals
Quietly waiting for its breakfast
On a long, leafy stem it settles,
Greener than the trees, happy to be
The worm who prays on bended knee…
Remembering that his maker, God
Holds the world in His mighty palm
And, just because some find it odd
He won’t forget to give a thank you
To the One who helped him get through…
The winter blizzards, melting the snow
Hearing the prayers - his only hope
When all else failed, making him glow,
With the promise that spring would arrive
And, thanks to God – this worm did survive
Kids Creativity and Learning Poetry Contest
I used RhymeZone
Sponsored by Eve Roper
March 5, 2023
LAWD GAD!!!
WEY YU SEY?
WI BOUT TO EXPERIENCE ANOTHER EPIDEMIC!
NO SAH!!!
WE CAAN TEK IT NO MORE
SO GWAAN BOUT YU BUSINESS
CAR-RONIA…CORONIA…COVID-19
WHATEVER YU BE!
WI HAVE 999 PROBLEMS BUT COVID-19 AINT ONE.
DAT DEADLY FRIEND, POVERTY
ALREADY A BOX WE LEFT,RIGHT AND CENTER
AND NOW YOU FEEL LIKE YOU WANT TO FINISH OFF THE JOB…
WELL,GWAAN BOUT YOU BUSINESS COVID-19
WE NUH WANT NONE OF YOU!
SHUT THE DOORS
SHUT THE WINDOWS
SHUT THE SHUTTERS
YU NUH SEE COVID-19 A TRY SNEAK IN?
COVID, YU FI REMEMBA DAT, “WHERE DOGS ARE NOT INVITED,BONES ARE NOT PROVIDED.”
TAN A YU YAAD!
YU NUH SEE SEY
WI NUH HAVE NOTHIN TO GIVE
YU?
DI FALSE TEETH DEM ALREADY
A DROP OUT OF THE ELDERS DEM MOUTH,
CAUSING DEM NOT TO EAT
AND NOW YU WANT TO COME AROUND
AND MEK DEM LOOK LIKE ONLY
BONES A WALK PON DI STREET
TAN A YU YAAD!
YU NUH SEE SEY
WI NUH HAVE NOTHIN TO GIVE
YU?
POVERTY ALREADY A WRECK HAVOC
PON DI PLACE LIKE A CATEGORY 1 HURRICANE
DARK BROWN GOLDEN ROOFTOPS
HAVEN’T SEEN A COAT OF PAINT IN DECADES
PINK LIPS TRANSFORM TO WHITE
OH WHAT A SIGHT!
HUNGER GRIPS THE INTESTINES
SIX PACK, A COMMON COMMODITY DAT
ZILLIONS OF SLENDER MODELS TO CHOOSE FROM,
IF THE OPPORTUNITY PRESENTED ITSELF,
SO, GWAAN BOUT YU BUSINESS COVID-19
TAN A YU YAAD!
YU NUH SEE SEY
WI NUH HAVE NOTHIN TO GIVE
YU?
School builds social skills
through everyday events
more than educational
it's life experience
If you do not know people
How can you advance
Learn the skills you need or
You haven't got a chance
Let your mind expand
Don't value wage or stature
If you learn to understand
you'll get more satisfaction
I wish I’d worked harder in college
And picked up a little more knowledge
If only I knew
I’d soon ask if you
Want ketchup on your hotdog sausage
Every hammer needs a nail
Every tunnel needs a train
Don’t fly off the handle at every turn
Speeds increase to the unknown
Curves know their way around the bend
Stay on the rails as gravity sometimes pretends
A bumpy ride is up ahead on tracks laid down
“No return” stamped on tickets to the “void”
When the sun turns on its side at midnight
Sunny side up, turns to the camera lens
To view the picture very nice and naughty
Virgins understand the venture and the depths
Virgins depend on the end as their best friend
Leave it to the conductor for a smooth ride home
Leave it to his wife to finish alone or at least at last
A catalogue came in the mail
Of places I could visit,
Descriptions of the journeys
Both exotic and exquisite.
The trips were educational,
For travel and for learning,
With some possible connections
To new friends upon returning.
The itineraries beckoned –
Every country you’d consider
If you had the savings ready
And the time that you could fritter.
So I thumbed through all the pages
Of the places for exploring,
But for now, my home has more appeal
Than anyplace for touring.
Taking educational poetry to a new level
Digging into history helped me write several poems
About the harsh realities of teachers in the school system
Letter after letter I smash on the page
Hoping teachers will not be stuck in a cage
Some teachers play war games
Taking the names of other teachers
And trying to dirty their performance
Mark Frank
Copyright
Potato – (almost didactic)
Let your potato grow
Water it monthly in Earth like soil
Become one with the potato
Keep it out of the reach of children
Become two potatoes if you must
Multiply them by ten then subtract
Watch TV with dip and chips
Become a couch potato
Sit
Protect spuds from direct sun light
Cradle them in the land of humanity
Dry them one by one
Bury them underground with trust
Make potatoes stay in one place
And not another
Rotate them frequently
Potatoes are alive
Rocks are not
Keep them in your pockets
Smother them with butter
Make your potatoes baked, boiled or fried
Lead them not into oil
Lead them not into temptation
Bring your potatoes to church
Don’t expect them to pray
They will not
"Welcome to us"; we promise to give you a hard time.
Here, everything that isn't studying is a crime.
What? Few hours of studying is too less.
We apologise, but we couldn't be bothered about your stress.
Hobbies are forbidden under us.
Children take time, but they gradually adjusts.
I'll tell you a fact.
People were aware, but they didn't react.
We do discriminate between girls and boys.
We create a barrier and seize their joys.
We make girls wear long kurtas and boys a simple shirt.
So that those nasty girls don't dare seduce or flirt.
We disguise it in the name of culture.
This only applies to girls so that they don't become vulgars.
Poore are ignored and so is their potential.
Don't forget this information is confidential.
We even gurantee to ruin your child's mental health.
Sometimes, the child is even pushed to death.
We don't even assure your child a high paying job.
And that's how we succeed in our work to rob.
So please enroll your child in our "perfect" educational system.
And then let them become our victims.
Buried in the depths of my soul is the unrealized hope of a full explanation
Covered over by shovels full of doubt and thoughts regressed
Brilliance which lost its edge from lack of use lies in a state of degradation
Can hope with its own will stir once again the creative mind
Bringing forth seeds of thoughts that demand to be expressed
That they may be embellished by those holding thoughts of a like kind
This is the essence of my life’s revelation
To expose those soulful thoughts, that all may be blessed
Luring thoughts that deserve our full admiration
To put them in rhyme I’m often inclined
For me it’s the medium that seems to be best
Alloying a rhythm to be intertwined
No matter the depth of their foundation
The soulful thoughts will evolve on their quest
Fulfilling the purpose of their creation