Best School Work Poems
Every child in school owns a pencil
Used for bringing out a writing skill
It always goes with the sharpener
So it writes clearly on a paper
Sometimes it styles in many colors
Also smells in different flavors
In school it is very important
Need to have this not only for want
Leaving the house to go to work,
making sure I have,
my car keys,
my house keys,
extra money,
my cup of coffee,
a notebook,
a picture book,
a juice box,
my cell phone
and I am ready to go.
IRONING
Years of ironing starched shirt collars
for my father and the aprons
we wore for cookery class in school,
gave a polished surface to the clothes iron.
The end opened like the lid of a box
and out came the large stone which
we buried in the centre of the open fire,
until it turned pink-red, like a slab of jelly.
With the tongs we lifted the stone
from the fire, transferred it to the iron
and began ironing the clothes.
As we moved it over and back
on the garments, the creases vanished.
Every fifteen minutes we placed the stone
back in the fire, until clothes for seven of us
were neatly ironed and stacked,
ready for another week
from PERFUME OF THE SOIL, SWAN PRESS l999
Waiting is the hardest thing to do.
Impatiently in our desire we wait to set the world on fire.
We run and jump when we are young
with energy to burn and it's so hard to wait your turn.
But as we grow we start to slow
and quickly begin to learn we still must wait our turn.
Waiting, waiting on time to pass.
Watching, watching the hourglass.
When will it be my turn to dance and when will it be my turn to take a
chance?
Finally, you're out of school and you imagine all the possibilities
that life can bring to be.
The world is yours to see and you tell yourself, "I'm free!"
You're walking tall and proud with a briefcase in one hand
and a wallet in the other.
Now you're glad you listened to your father and your mother.
But the water is deep and filled with sharks and for your blood
they thirst.
Sometimes you won't come in first.
Sometimes you'll learn the hard way what life is all about.
The truth is you'll work long and hard until your hair is falling out.
It's time to take your medicine and you're waiting for your check.
You're waiting for your kids to call and it's your turn to cut the deck.
We never stop waiting for something, it's true,
but the question is:
"How long will heaven wait on you?"
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Jan. 15, 2017
"All Rights Reserved"
The day began like every other day
no hint of what was to happen
taking the children to school
she saw a man near the gates
He smiled at her and tipped his cap
tall and handsome around her age
sadly when she came out he was gone
with a sign she walked on to work
The sun was blazing down baking all
so she took her sandwich outside
sitting at a bench in the local park
she espied him running in the distance
His long legs eating up the ground
he soon disappeared from sight
longing to meet and talk to him
she sat there as long as she dared
Reluctantly returning back to work
day dreaming about him passed the time
at last it was time to collect the kids
again he was waiting as they came out
She noticed him with two children
but when she turned right he went left
wondering why she had not seen him before
sad that he seemed happily married
For the next few days she kept seeing him
mainly he was far off in the distance
Until one day arriving early at the gates
she saw him waiting there for his kids
Shyly she stood nearby giving him a smile
he walked over and started to chat
she soon learned they were his nieces
and he was helping out his sister
His sister's husband was away fighting
and was deployed in the middle east
as he was between jobs and she pregnant
he helped by taking the girls to school
Slowly their feelings turned to love
she had lost her husband to war in Iran
and he had lost his wife to cancer two years ago
against the odds once more they both found love
written 05/17/2014
contest Poem you have not entered in a contest 5
From black-board to projectors,
the education system has never been diaphanous.
Everything has changed with brevity,
still it remains detrimental to the knowledge society.
Being a denizen to the library, come across a lot many books
Seldom , i am agaped to see good ones never issued.
The book- worm students are omnipresent
However, low cognizance won’t make them complacent.
Desultory transactions lead only to poor denouments
Earth - worm teachers are the true social rodents.
Doctors need memorising tricks , engineers do need the same
Ministers need criminal record and saints like ... need to shame.
Originality has lost it’s credentials and xerox at it’s peak
Marks are over – emphasized engulfed with the knowledge – leak.
Didactic achievers don’t serve their country
They feel better to opt out of this unholy treachery.
Demagogues rule the roost in decision making,
Playing with our future through delusive risk –taking.
Their deranged behaviour denigrates the country’s status
Still every word they utter is given high impetus.
Concave curriculum , blighted minds
Our education system is the worst of it’s own kind.
Efficient cheating and mal- practice makes a man great
Hard - work and sincerity makes a matter of hate.
School work
Lunch time
School work
Computers
School work
Fun time
I’m an indecisive person
Ask anyone who knows me
I change my major every week
Grinding my teeth while I’m asleep
Cause I don’t face my anxiety
That’s what it is...
Sometimes I think I’m artsy
Is this a poem I’m writing?
Sometimes I think I’m smartsy
Go into bioengineering?
I just hate corporate America
Don’t want to sell my life away
But I know when I’m homeless
I’ll say, Dad, why didn’t I get that mba?
I don’t know why I am this way
Can’t separate dreams from reality
Don’t want to become some sad old fart
Just wanna die poor with some shitty art.
She introduced herself to the staff as their new vice-principal.
It was not the truth,
Not quite a lie yet either.
In truth, she had
Warned the principal
She was after his job.
The principal did not get to choose
His own staff, and human resources
Had hired and sent him this
maladroit interloper in July.
He knew her quite well by the
Time the rest of the staff arrived
In August.
She was rapidly labelled an
unwelcome fussbudget. In
hours the staff knew to stay away from
her in droves, not listening
to her ravings or keen suggestions
for improvement on their inept performances.
Her most confident area, of course was self-confidence.
She had it in oodles and arches,
And she displayed it
With the skill of
a clumsy peacock, holding an exceptionally casual bull horn.
The last they heard her about her, she had complained to HR that her frustration level was through the roof, they were boobs, and she was leaving.
A little celebration good-bye party was held in her honor two weeks after she left
at the principal's house.
Now who forgot to invite her?
Leaders who inter-
Fere with the learning process
Will fail hard life's test.
Teachers who are blamed,
For a leader's mishaps will,
Have God's back and in,
Every ferocious at-
Tack the power of the leader,
Lessens and leaves no,
Matter how many,
Tricks are up his sleeve. The thief,
Is in him and that's no,
Lie. Leaders who int-
Erfere who the learning pro-
Cess won't ever be blessed.
Leaders who inter-
Fere with the learning process
Will fail hard life's test.
wrote 12-2-10
As a child, a happy baby boy or daddys pretty little girl you were always so eager to move forward,
you moved, crawled, waddled,even rolled all before you could even say a word,
from the time you let go of there hands,
you knew this was going to be tough even to just stand,
then you took that first step and fell,
hands slapped the floor you had fillings you couldn't tell,
but you got back up and chose to just...
six years old playing a school yards game dodge-ball
you were not the first nor the last but when it happen who knew to the grown you would fall,
after all the laughs and finger pointing,
you wanted back in you knew every one was just playing,
you got up and...
high school what a horor story for any one even you,
you weren't the best looking kid having a pimple here are two,
clubs,gangs,sports,classes, and faces that were mean to you,
after that first day you carried home so many emotions that were new,
you didn't want to go back, to many classes to much work and the presure,
but the next day you woke and knew for sure,
just...
years later we live in a world that knocks us down for any given reason,
for lifes lesson knows no seasons,
pay check to pay check we scramble to make ends meet, bills payments appointments dates we can't keep,
kids affaires work prices going higher as your income gos lower
a life you even see in your sleep,
and when it becomes to much, when you no longer want to play the game you look back and wonder,
did I make the right choice did I turn the right way should of could of would of lifes little blunder,
and when all is settled when the kids your better half are sleeping and you have that moment you think,
of a better time a better place when there was none of this then into sleep you sink,
as you awake to a new day you raise sitting on the edge of your bed ready to once again to take that first step,
you remember what happend back then and you know if you fall like all of us do with class this we'll accept,
for no matter how much weight is put on us, how much it rains are how many times we fall,
we know just like back then get up dust your self off and remember dodge the ball.
Sourpuss People
Sourpuss people are the opposite of sweet
And can turn a sunny day into mincemeat.
Their smiles are forced and bitterly insincere,
Revealing no sense of humour or good cheer.
They sneer and wink and chatter behind your back
And rain on your parade every chance they get,
Complaining and griping about this and that
While arguing with nothing good to extract.
Their cold hearts are mean because they seek power
And bully others like they’re chopped liver.
And though it’s wrong to get mad and retaliate,
Sometimes lines are drawn when there’s no other way.
It’s incorrect behaviour to fight with them
Because others might not see the difference.
In K-5, K-8 or K-12 is drained
the curiosity from eager brains
Then off to college most folks go
where Truth is disseminated from Moscow
A nursing home's a spruced-up jail
from which residents would love to bail ...
In between, we're on the job every day
where we're overworked and underpaid
New semester.
Did my courses run?
Oh yeah, but too many.
Work on my syllabi.
I promise I won’t cry.
The night before class.
I pace the kitchen.
Sending prayers up.
Are you listening;
Please make my students be nice.
Calling my friends for advice.
First day of class.
Please impress them.
Some activity.
Get to know them.
At night memorize their names.
Two students named the same. (Always)
Long semesters.
Trudge across campuses.
In the rain and snow.
Am I at the right school-do you know?
My Google Assistant gave up long ago.
End of semester.
All my students cry.
I break my promise.
I let them see me cry.
We will be friends for a long time.
New semester.
Did my courses run? …
Nursey school and kindergarten
were filled with hours of play
'Graders' first through third
the 'Three R's' all day
The rest of school was one big blur
some teachers - ma'am; others - sir
When we finished college at age 22
we felt ready, thought we knew what to do
Only to find disappointment in our workplace debut
~ What we'd learned all those years just wouldn't do