Best Schools Poems
In one big ocean were many schools of fish. Most of them were nice in their own ways, but this is the story of two types of schools of fish very different in their ways of thinking. One school of fish was fond of mesmerizing things such as the colorful lures the fishermen sometimes used as bait. Although they often got caught by fishermen, they still preferred swimming in the shallow waters. It was as if they did it by instinct and could see no other way to be. They also loved being part of the larger crowd of fishes in the ocean. They even followed the more popular schools of fish around because they wanted nothing more than to be popular as well. The popular schools of fish were sometimes quite flashy and beautiful, but so easy to be seen by the sharks that lurked close by.
Swimming in much deeper waters were schools of fish with different behaviors from the more popular schools. The deep-swimming fish seemed by instinct to know that they should hide behind rocks and plant life when danger was lurking, and they stayed clear of the shallow waters. They understood somehow that sharks more often attack above thirty feet rather than in the great depths of the ocean. These schools of peculiar fish were not flashy. Neither were they popular. However, they did not get caught as often by the fishermen who came from land in search of fish.
One day the hateful sharks, rulers of the mighty ocean, got together and went on a huge expedition to capture and eat as many fish as they could find. They would circle unsuspecting fish, capture them and then devour them mercilessly. The schools of fish in the ocean’s depths mostly escaped this day of entrapment. The sharks continued their attacks, growing more and more aggressive day by day as time went on. It was not long before many of the popular schools of fish were dwindling in the ocean. More and more, all fish seemed to be learning it was wiser to swim deeper.
Moral: Unwisely schooled, more easily fooled.
Think I'll write something uplifting
About flowers and the birds and the bees
When I was in school way back when
Sex talk created much unease
It wasn't a subject taught in schools
When I was a young whipper snapper
Attended school very many years back
After prohibition and the flappers
Us guys used to sneak behind the barn
And flip through the pages of Playboy
When reaching that very naughty centrefold
It was difficult to contain our joy
Guys that say they didn't sneak looks
At a copy their daddy kept hidden
They're not being truthful about their reaction
They totally lost their inhibitions
We've come a long way since I was a lad
The Internet is teeming with ****
The schools don't need to teach it any longer
A permissive society has been born
Well I'm really not sure that was uplifting
Titillating is a much better word
The more we talk about sex education
The more my speech gets slurred
© Jack Ellison 2015
shocked, as hair cut short
buckskins burned
praying,
in the darkness for rescue
all our gods forsaking us
pics of Him in pain
Teacher demanded belief
after all
somehow
died for our sins
what is sin?
A bright girl asks
later teach replies
now forgetting gods
of earth and fire
and dressed up in
lies of white man
kind lady
with love in heart
circles my neck
with crucifix
Realize
all our gods
are one
still praying
to great spirit
the one with
wild deer playing
in her heart
We Need God Back Into Our Schools!
There are some trying to remove God from this nation!
They do is under; “a church and state separation.”
For many years, God was taught in our schools!
Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it’s rules!
As so many young people look to fill life’s “void.”
They try many things that they think they’ll enjoy!
Rather than having God’s word to obey and live by.
They choose the kind of life that they will die by!
Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds.
Are what is now filling so many young people’s minds!
Read the headlines! Many young people are stressed out!
Yet our government can’t seem to figure it out!
Another shooting… Another act of violence appears!
While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared!
The answer is not more money to solve their problem!
No matter how much the government tries to solve them!
Let me give you answer. It’s called “read the Bible 101!”
It’s time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son!
Our young people need God brought back into their life!
And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife!
Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking!
Only he can give anyone a life that’s everlasting!
Please come Lord Jesus! And heal the wounded hearts!
It’s everyone one of us, that it needs to start!
No court or school can separate God’s love for you and me!
Where will you spend your eternity?
By Jim Pemberton 10/24/13
school
violence
guns in school
"bang bang you’re dead"
laws
They keep us turning down the halls like cattle
Keep your eyes up
Face forward
No phones
Stay in routine
You’ve done this for so many years now
No distractions
Don’t look at the broken people next to you
Face forward
A girl at your school killed herself because of the bullying
Study hard
They found a bullet at a high school
No phones
The gun was never found
Wait until the bell rings
A girl was sexually assaulted
No sleeping in class
Keep walking, walking, walking
Don’t look at the stripes lining peoples arms
Stop talking while I’m teaching
Don’t stare at the faint mascara streaks running down her face
Turn to page 34
Stop looking at the boy who is googling how to make a pipe bomb during study hall
Raise your hand
How dare you talk badly about the baseball player who raped you
I’ll give you assigned seats if you don’t stop talking
Don’t worry about the girl who weighs 80 pounds, guidance counselors will take care of her
Did I say you could talk
The girl is threatening to overdose in the school bathroom
What’s the answer to this problem on the board
We are not watching out for our peers
We are not being active enough to make a change
I have woken up too many times from a nightmare of a school shooting
Of a suicide
Of a sexual assault
These are everyday problems
But our schools are deciding to ignore them
Many of us are uncertain of the future
Whether or not we will live to see another day
Either by our own hands or someone else’s
Will we have the strength to continue
To not jump in front of the bullet?
I can’t guarantee that I wouldn’t take that opportunity
But the school keeps up moving forward
Keep walking down the narrow halls
Heads up
No distractions
Like cattle
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12/12/2018
'A Sad Christmas' - December 2018 Writing Challenge - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
I go to school
and you are there thinking you're so cool.
You trapped menacing words in my mind
being so unkind.
What did I do wrong?
Why are you picking on me for so long?
Is it my hair?
Is it what I wear?
You think it's all a game
but bullying is really lame.
But you know what you're doing is wrong.
I wish someday we could get along
People laugh, watch, and surround
as you keep tossing me around.
Acting like a jerk
making me do all your work.
What's your problem with me?
Is it because of your jealousy?
I feel like I want to die
but all you say are lies.
Why can't you ever be humane?
Now it will never be the same.
So all the childish games you play
has to cease this very day.
Sprouted from the depth and leapt for the height
Tremendous epoch-making in sight
Just like a raw gem that transforms on motion
Our imaginations are like the ocean
Her noble mind in noble thoughts we see
Now, see hordes of hospitality over the fee
Sons and daughters home-like honied hive
Sweet sounds of joy as success rain remains
Compiling great students with learning domains
Here is the name; read as you may
Our chronicles of great history pave the way
Organized and industrious like ants in a row
Learners ring out laughter as bells echo
See them as they seize and pluck the day
Zero Tolerance at Schools
By Elton Camp
It began with a federal law about bringing guns to school
That offenders must be expelled was the ironclad rule
Then, unwisely, local officials the policy vastly expanded
For drugs, aggression, and other things, expulsion demanded
The intention behind these regulations may have been good
School officials couldn’t be trusted to enforce as they should
Because the regulations by modern Dracos had been written,
Students, for childish behavior, with expulsion were smitten
A six-year-old, happy at joining the cub scouts, ruined his life
Because he brought to school camping stuff: spoon, fork, knife
Because of his heinous crime, zero tolerance enforced the rule
He got a suspension and spent forty-five days in reform school
A retarded child for “strong-armed robbery” was arrested
He stole two dollars and in adult jail for six weeks rested
Only when a CBS “60 Minutes” crew came to report the case
Were the ridiculous charges then dismissed with greatest haste
What very desperately needs to be done, it seems to me,
Is a zero tolerance policy for school officials’ stupidity
I went to two schools in reality,
But only had one in my mind,
A school that assimilated and understood,
A school that would not drive me blind.
Daniels nursery was the best,
In all ways apart from one,
Because it accepted my difference,
Respected my pensive hum.
But they didn’t provide facilities,
For my disability, loud and many times proud;
Sometimes I needed just to talk it over,
‘Cos my disability was not a shroud.
But I came top in both alphabet and numbers,
The private Edinburgh school was not above me,
And I managed to carve some friendships,
That were a delight to see.
But since they didn’t provide facilities,
It was decided I would leave for another,
For my future primary education,
Where my disability would not be such my master.
So I moved to a special school, Graysmill,
Which asserted my normality fine,
But they saw my clever mind as my parents credibility,
And so for Daniels I would pine.
I felt so much loved by Daniels headmaster,
Who took me aside initially and asked,
If I was happy and alright inside,
And so my reality I never masked.
I questioned him, “Do I have to believe in god?”
And he replied lovingly and tenderly,
“No Rhoda, you don’t have to believe in god,”
So I was relieved and had hope for future longevity.
So in daily assembly when I just thought my own thoughts,
Contemplated and pondered quietly to myself,
He smiled at me once ‘cos he knew what I was doing,
That bold, quick-witted atheistic elf.
But when I got to Graysmill as a new pupil,
They thought their framework for me was the best,
And tried to beget me with Christianity,
Ramifying my parents traditional morality chest.
After about eight months of hardship,
I realised they did not understand as well,
My real disability and proposition,
Which would take them some way further.
They were so uncaring at times,
Forceful, heartless and cold,
Lacking the relationships,
Upon which I could hold.
They assumed I'd not liked Daniels,
And empathised with me about it,
Insisted I'd not taken to integration,
That along side me they did sit.
There should’ve been that middle ground,
That state school with creative gumption,
So that my worldview was never found,
Lacking, with myself in need of instruction.
A teacher steps in front of a class.
“Today we will be learning…”
Your bias?
Your inability to respect us?
The fact that you don’t want to be here?
Her mouth continues to move but I can’t zone back in.
Why do we attend class?
So we all think the same?
To never improve our economy?
I pay for a professor to take away my creativity.
She gives me an “A” for conformity.
Every teacher teaches with his or her own style,
Each student thinks with their own opinions.
No person gets the same education.
The one thing we all learn is there’s no such thing as accepted individuality.
They say reach for the stars,
But the curriculum chains our arms down.
One would suggest- think outside the box
What is a box?
Is it adults’ inability to heed?
The parameters of others intelligence’s demise?
To think outside; to exceed,
Though society isolates and punishes when we do.
You demand our ideas not be connected.
How can we do this when we are required to posses the same perspective?
Were brought up to follow.
If you have to think outside the box, why is there even a box?
Why not get rid of it?
Better yet…
Then the teacher regains my focus and asks,
“Taylor, what do you think?”
I allow silence to fill the room and take time to respond,
“..Destroy it”
Kicking and hitting used to be unusual in a classroom.
In many classrooms it is same-oh-same-oh these days.
Icy screams that raise hair on your neck are becoming normal.
Sadly, parents are not in school to see what is happening.
They would be horrified at the behaviors we tolerate.
“You are not in trouble” is our mantra, but they should be.
Worse, out-of-control behaviors are worth a reward.
An out of control student can get a “break”.
They get to throw basketballs or kick a soccer ball.
Here is a five-dollar gift card if you do not tear up your classroom.
Schools are backwards now- rewarding bad behaviors, not good ones.
This is the reason so many teachers are leaving this profession.
Why schools?
We are not clear
WiseElder sighed
in desperate fear.
Why guns at school?
Where teachers try
and pine for Golden EcoRules.
We sacred pry to teach
cooperation
And in return
guns rape our secular market nation.
We strive to learn
not to waste life
what God has given
pedagogic grace love.
Why point automated guns
at schools for deep cooperative learning
how society right ought to run?
Such mown down waste
streaming out of place
assaulted from within
without health-wealth
productive face.
We are what we nourish
on the field
and in each indoor
and outdoor classroom
competing for success
without innocent Right's
cooperative prime relational
sacred co-present flourish.
Silent deep ecological/theological learning
gasping rabid claustrophobia
Fearing the worst absence of breath,
competition's violent aptic phobia.
Feed me!
silent screams voiceless Innocence
longing for a place to anxiously learn
without deeper LoseLose dissonance,
defined and refined
by aptic absence
of WinWin resonance.
Deep sacred consumers
grow internally/externally terrorist alarming
when cooperation's redemptive resilience
is bought from
and sold to highest competing performers
In society's rabid operationalizing,
awarding speaking parts
sung by Wild Western Old Farts
about history's highest and best,
most accurately aiming,
non-elite alarming,
RedPrince Southern Adolescent Charming.
Red automated assault
AntiGreen
competing monoculturation,
punishing devolution,
anti-healthy monoculturing rabid expansion
growing individually devalued,
secularized,
sometimes isolated for punishing demonization,
overpopulation
harvesting toxic anti-outdoor green classroom STEAM results.
My daddy—he once told me
don’t ever play with nuns
they’ll hit you with their rulers
it won’t be any fun
I snuck out of that prison
and now I’m on the run
Once freed from that schoolhouse
I sunbathed in the sun
I stayed out late, I went on dates
looking out for number-one
When I think of what I went through
of all the tired repressive lies
I keep running wise, in slick disguise
my purpose is renewed
Don’t ever let ‘em tell you
you can’t have any fun
If they preach that hackneyed drivel
grab some things and run
.
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Songs for this:
Cold Heart (PNAU Remix) by Elton John & Dua Lipa
I'm Still Standing by Elton John
Webster: hackneyed = uninteresting, unfun, dull and unoriginal.
*stolen almost directly, in spirit anyway, from that freewheeling rebel, Johnny Cash
**My first 8 years of school were parochial
In schools' time tables better stay,
In conversations have its way,
Of hope offers a genuine ray:
The sex act not a thing of play...
Children could themselves with sex slay,
For its sought chance fervently pray,
No longer for Fried-Rice filled tray;
Fried Rice thrash with fun far from gay...
In schools' time tables won't hatch fray;
Cases high who has gone astray:
Big tears at the end of some day;
Let true wisdom like the wind sway...
Sex Education to tell "stay"
To seminars not saying "Nay"
A bright morning later goes gray
It's been a reckless "Come, what may".