Best Secondary School Poems
I was born unto this world
A little boy called James
I was just like all the rest
Who in the playground played normal games
I knew my life was in trouble
By the time I reached the age of five
My mother had so many friends
I wondered why I was alive
The kids all used to laugh at me
In my short trousers and bloodied knees
If only they had known
What was going on, in the inside of me
Would they ever know
Why a mother would put you down
And pretend that your not there
As another arrives from out of town
Have they ever wondered
To go to school with clothes unwashed
Sleep on a concrete floor
While your Mother's comfortably sloshed
Do they ever stop and wonder
What happens around them day by day
They can't, because they are young like me
When all they want to do is play
My teens are around the corner
To secondary school I go
I survive and I get wiser
As I intend my life to flow
As we travel down life's highways
When we are born they are seldom written
You know the roads you want to take
For inside you, your internally smitten
Prayer Poem Dedicated to Malala of Pakistan
Malala has dedicated her childhood to championing education for girls like her in Pakistan. As she lies in a hospital bed, a tragic victim of Taliban gunmen, let's help make her dream come true.
Pakistan's constitution says girls should be educated alongside boys, and the government has the resources to make it happen. But politicians have ignored that for years, influenced by extremist religious groups, and now, only 29% of girls attend secondary school. Study after study has shown the positive impact on personal and national income when girls are educated. Courtesy Avaaz
I have Twitted My Photo Poem on 17th Oct 2012 for Malala
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A Prayer to God (Khuda)
Let knowledge & education
Touch and shape the dreams
Of every girl child
Of Pakistan.
Let the flowers of real Happiness
As it blooms, on the charming face of Malala
Touch the smiles
Of every citizen of Pakistan.
Let the light of Khuda (God)
Flashes on the minds
Of all the citizens of Pakistan
Who want to see
A prosperous and Happy Pakistan.
Let education and knowledge
Bloom to spread their fragrance
For all the Girl childs
Of India and Pakistan.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 17th Oct 2012
Note: I pray to God to save the life of this precious girl Malala, who was trying to save the lives of hundreds and thousands of girl children of Pakistan from getting lost in the darkness of Illiteracy.
Ravindra
Sicut Miles Christi I stand tall
Sicut Miles Christi I give my all
To a Man who deprived the devil of his will
To a Man who tumbled Jericho's hill
I'm a soldier in the army of my Lord
Equipped with the Spirit’s sword
A battle I’m called to fight
For the glory of His light
Sicut Miles Christi I’m never alone
Sicut Miles Christi I build on this stone
A soldier always in a battle ready mode
Designed to break and decipher the devil’s code
Yes! I've prevailed in the battle fray
His blood brought victory today
On Calvary Cross I fix my eyes
So I can attain the promised prize
Sicut Miles Christi I'll fight to the end
Stand steadfast my faithful friend
Fill my heart with bravery oh my Master
With unflinching faith exuding like a blazer
Sicut Miles Christi what should we fear?
When the Lord has conquered with His spear
As a Soldier of Christ be vigilant in thy task
A selfless sacrifice the Master dare to ask
“Endure hardship with us like a good soldier of Christ Jesus.” 2Timothy 2:3
Footnote: Sicut Miles Christi (A Latin phrase, it's Literal Translation is: “As a Soldier of Christ”) is the motor of my Alma Mater Bishop Herman College. It was established on 28 February 1952. It was the first secondary school established by the Catholic Church in the Region.The College was named after a French Catholic Bishop , Auguste Herman. Bishop Herman had impacted me more than any school. In fact I am proud of my alma mater.
Hand in hand we walked
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for
hours
Because no stress was in our
way
Anna and I smiled and laughed
And jumped on our bouncy
castle
With nothing dividing us.
Side by side we walked
together into Year 6
Some stranger stopped them to
talk and broken we were alone
James and I talked about
Doctor Who for fun
And we talked and kissed for
hours
But misunderstanding broke us
up
Anna and I still smiled and
laughed
And joked about our bouncy
castle
But secondary school was going
to divide us.
With no one there I walked
alone into Year 7
And a stranger became my
friend and together we were
two
Violet and I both loved Doctor
Who
And James found Dominic
So James and I talked for mere
minutes
And school started pulling us
apart
Anna and I still laughed and
smiled
Still promising to be friends
Never letting it divide us
Suffocating and drowning I
walked into Year 9
Hating how I was and feeling
alone
Katie and Chloe were so pretty
And Violet so funny and all
were better than me
James and I hardly talked or
saw each other
But we still made the most of
our friendship
As we were like family, stress
couldn’t break us apart
Anna and I laughed but I did
not smile genuinely
Because the bouncy castle was
long gone
And our schools were beginning
to divide us
Dead yet breathing I stand
right now
And I hate who am I and every
single detail
Fights broke us up and pulled
us apart
So I can feel Katie, Violet and
Chloe
Falling further out my reach
James moved house to a place
unknown
And blamed me for never
talking to him
But really it was because of my
ex who was a girl
It was for something beyond
my control
Anna and I were still friends;
only by a thread
As she did not know about me
And how school broke me apart
So this is me now; I’m all alone
No longer the smiling young girl
of reception
The only person talking to me
is me
And the voice in side my head
You see; they all left me and
always will
So now the only call I answer
Is that of my blades
And the darkness
That is constantly
Pulling me
Down
I heard it so many times,
“Books are man’s best friends,”
Not just that I wrote an essay of 300 words in my secondary school,
Yes I read it in the book, ‘How to write impressive and ideal essays?’
Honestly speaking, it was out of no choice,
As the other topics were difficult to attempt.
I grew up thinking, “Reading would never be my cup of tea,”
And it held true for many years to be.
I would see people around, glued to books and deriving pleasure,
Also it was my father’s favourite activity in times of leisure.
During college I had the company of passionate readers,
In their discussion on books I was just a listener.
They often would talk about new and fascinating book they had come across.
But somehow didn’t much bother and I dint assume it be a great loss.
Deep in my heart I had planted a seed,
One day even I should develop a habit to read.
I have to admit I had even put, ‘Reading’ as my hobby in my C.V,
For it is considered to be an imposing quality.
I joined a school as a teacher,
I had to read stories to children,
I considered it to be a part of my job though found them somewhat interesting,
Still didn’t take it very seriously and found it to be alarming,
Until I got married and when my husband was not there,
I had lots of time to spare,
I don’t how and why I picked up a book,
It made me smile and I was happy for the decision I took.
I learnt innumerable things from the books I read,
‘Hats off’ to all those writers my heart said.
Then I realize that in books’ company one never feels lonely,
I am convinced for it’s the best hobby undoubtedly.
Finally it has happened to me and I am glad,
I owe it to my school and students I have had.
So Edward Kamanzola was born on the Christmas Day
The year 1943 and this was declared a rare luck;
And fortune was expected to trail his life all the way
To his doubtless toothless longevity of an octogenarian.
And true luck was his mate throughout
For his success no one could doubt.
He joined school at an unusual young age
Where his class he topped to the final year,
Outshining his peers at every examinable stage
Till he moved to the best secondary school in Kenya.
Alliance High School was not every Tom’s cup of tea
But it was to Kamanzola as cheap as a grain of pea.
As you had guessed, our genius went to the University of Nairobi
Where a degree in heart surgery he pursued to the end;
And rewarding our academic stalwart who opposed all anomie,
He became a government adviser on aristocratic cardiovascular details
Whereof he for long helped disentangle top thorny assassination tales.
He feared the honking of motor vehicles,
And loathed the beggary of the hordes on the streets;
So he locked himself in his office with other learned Michaels
Till he came down with a woeful heart attack,
A disease that ended the 60-year trail of luck.
I’m normal, get over it!
I don’t wear women’s clothes
Pout my lips or paint my toes
I don’t eat twenty cakes a week
Or do a selfie and show my cheek
I haven’t tatts all over my body
And crying all day’s not my hobby
I don’t have a fashionable label
I don’t believe all I watch on cable
I wasn’t bullied at secondary school
I don’t wear sandals and a cagoule
I never show my feminine side
My hard drive has nothing to hide
I haven’t got a flag as far as I know
I don’t like people who call me bro
I’ve never kissed a man or petted a pet
I’ve done nothing I really regret
I haven’t a beard, I like a shave
I’m perfectly normal, my name's Dave
David Cox 01/09/22
He whispered sweet folk tales of his days of yore
.........daddy
He signed my name with non erasable ink, in soothing letters
......daddy
He opened links for me to be linked to him when he traveled far, on his business trips
.....daddy
He promised me of places to go, life of a party and happy
of meals that could heal and seal hunger games
...daddy
He filled my wardrobe with minerals to treasure, sensual clothes to wear
How could I not dare
When love was sweeter than honey
When money was bigger than buddies
Sugar daddies waiting, watching
For those naive village girls
Secondary school girls
In the streets of Nairobi
In their big-ticket cars
Honey daddies, telling their tales of lies
My heart is tender, my spirit is pure
I hate no one I love all.
I seek knowledge even if I am poor.
It is the real weapon when nights fall.
I praise justice, I detest oppression.
Every day I forgive every day I tolerate
I dream of a day money isn’t our mission.
You is me and me is you
When you give, think you take
When you take think you give.
Life is but a shadow and a fake.
Try to be as you are good natured
Try to be yourself, a real tolerant
Love peace, hate war, feels cultured.
Or else be a delf, sure inconsistent.
We have one and the same lord
We belong to one and the same father
Why we fight, why spy why hold a sword
Kill me kill you kill us both together
You are poor I am rich
You need and I give
I mistake you teach
You mistake I forgive.
Never say East is east ,
Never say west is west
Never say He is best
Say you are my rest best
A bomb is easy and fast to make
Fire is easy and fast to set
A friend is difficult and tiring to take
A brother is difficult and boring to collect
Fire fire everywhere
Weapon weapon every when
War became a nightmare
Evil is a lion out of a den.
Our smile is the same
We populate the same earth
Why do we differ in aim?
Why do we carry a curse?
Be wise and give up be humble and try
One day you will stop, one day you will weep.
Repent in hast your sins multiply
The hell is large, the hell is deep.
Think of paradise prepared for the pious
You have got a heart for you to guide
Think of the hell prepared for the callous
You have got principles from God to abide
One day sure will come we will die
One day sure will come we will meet
You will be asked, you will sure reply
Why kill, why demolish why cheat
Each sin you commit, each good you
Will be in a book incarnated for you
That is the time of Rejoice or woe
Back again for life, of course a big No.
By Ahmed Mohamed Khidr
Egypt Tanta Kotour
Kotour secondary school
As a child from Germany I learned to live in a foreign country,
Canada became my home with my parents and relatives.
As a child from Germany I learned to speak a foreign language English,
All the while learning to speak German at home.
As a child from Germany I attended school at a young age,
Learning about companions and academic learning.
As a child from Germany I discovered churches,
All the while worshipping and loving God.
As a child from Germnay I continued schooling,
Developed a love for sports and academics.
As a child from Germany I learned about Brownies and Girl Guides,
Earning my wings and making friends.
As a child from Germany I was honoured to be with the YMCA as a summer counsellor,
Where we hiked and sang songs, made crafts and shared good compaionship.
As a child from Germany I graduated elementary school,
I went onto Secondary School and continued to take course subjects.
As a child from Germany I excelled in languages and sports,
Graduated and went to University.
As a child from Germany I received my Canadian Citizenship
Continued and went to Toronto Teacher's College.
As a child from Germany I became a Teacher of English,
The story continues and there are many chapters,
Lessons to be learned continue.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Each morning as i wake
I remember that it isn't just a day.
Reminisces begin to fall
As I remember it all.
I take a moment to cuddle in bed
And I remember the days when I was just a child,
When I was twelve, and gone to secondary school.
My parents stood by me all the way.
At twenty, I hit the cities to survive
I remember too many to mention,
So I travelled to towns and cities, I roamed.
Living in uncles houses, or friends' balconies.
A cast away, with nobody to go to.
I never made the mistake of youth
To become a thief, drug addicts or such vices.
My life holds value to good friends,
In them I found assistance.
To me a wonder,
How I survived.
I have become a name,
alive
Instead of merely surviving.
Remember then my life experiences, and you too
Never get too big that you forget how you got here.
As humility takes you a long way in life.
Feeling of absolute brilliance
Power
The amazing power of the soul
What do I do with this feeling?
Power of immense magnitude
What can I do with this?
London streets
The high rise estates of North London
I want the amazing power of the soul
Amazing power
The greatness of 90s NYC
Waterflood
I can't stop this feeling
Never end
Angry revenge
Lifted
A happy soul
Happy nigh of the century
Now everything is misplaced
I will put it all right
Before I am dead
I swear to it
I swear to my soul
Nothing will be the same when I finish
Nothing can survive
In my midsts
My secondary school times in London
Eyes of laughter
Friends all around me
Now everyone has deserted me
I have succession in my blood now
The century has not changed
I am going to change the world
It is only time
Wait when I come
From the hills of the French Alps
From London
From Sheffield
To destroy the old ways
To bring in the new
To bring in revolution
Going on holiday with family
The power of my sword
My inner sword
One eye on the left and right of the sword blade
I am at one wit myself
I will destroy and bulldoze all who get in my way
I am the revolution
Before I am dead
I swear
I will bring change
The power of my sword
I want your soul
My heart is tender, my spirit is pure
I hate no one I love all.
I seek knowledge even if I am poor.
It is the real weapon when nights fall.
I praise justice, I detest oppression.
Every day I forgive every day I tolerate
I dream of a day money isn’t our mission.
You is me and me is you
When you give, think you take
When you take think you give.
Life is but a shadow and a fake.
Try to be as you are good natured
Try to be yourself, a real tolerant
Love peace, hate war, feels cultured.
Or else be a delf, sure inconsistent.
We have one and the same lord
We belong to one and the same father
Why we fight, why spy why hold a sword
Kill me kill you kill us both together
You are poor I am rich
You need and I give
I mistake you teach
You mistake I forgive.
Never say East is east ,
Never say west is west
Never say He is best
Say you are my rest best
A bomb is easy and fast to make
Fire is easy and fast to set
A friend is difficult and tiring to take
A brother is difficult and boring to collect
Fire fire everywhere
Weapon weapon every when
War became a nightmare
Evil is a lion out of a den.
Our smile is the same
We populate the same earth
Why do we differ in aim?
Why do we carry a curse?
Be wise and give up be humble and try
One day you will stop, one day you will weep.
Repent in hast your sins multiply
The hell is large, the hell is deep.
Think of paradise prepared for the pious
You have got a heart for you to guide
Think of the hell prepared for the callous
You have got principles from God to abide
One day sure will come we will die
One day sure will come we will meet
You will be asked, you will sure reply
Why kill, why demolish why cheat
Each sin you commit, each good you
Will be in a book incarnated for you
That is the time of Rejoice or woe
Back again for life, of course a big No.
By Ahmed Mohamed Khidr
Egypt Tanta Kotour
Kotour secondary school
Good memories of our brother Tom,
I remember growing up with Tom.
He is my favorite brother,
When we came to Canada and he was born.
The beautiful days together,
When Tom was a baby.
I used to watch him,
I would walk around the playpen.
Mom hoped to have a boy with curly hair,
So she put rollers in his hair,he looked really cute.
When he was older, I remember him going to boy scouts,
He was friends with the son of the scout leader.
He liked staying at his friends house.
When our parents and I went on vacation, he would stay there.
Tom was photographed beside the Spruce tree at our parents, house to see how tall he was.
He went to elementary school and secondary school and teacher's college and graduated.
Tom became a secondary school teacher and taught for many years,
He retired and enjoyed his retirement.
I remember the years when he met his wife at
Erindale College when he was an AV specialist.
Father Dr. Wolf was a professor at the college.
He proposed to his future wife Gail.
They had a beautiful wedding at Pioneer village,
I was a bridesmaid at their wedding.
Antje you were a flower girl at the wedding.
I remember the coach where they rode.
Tom and Gail were blessed with two children,
Handsome Patrick and beautiful Frieda.
Frieda became a teacher like I did,
Patrick became a physio-therapist.
We have beautiful memories,
Do you remember the picnic at Whittchurch conservatiom area years ago.
The reunion here at at senior's residence,
Each person brought pot luck, a delicious salad.
Tom provided the background music,
Our parents wished us to sit at one table.
I think that it was Christmas,
I provided the Santas and Christmas plates.
Good time was had by all,
We have many good memories.
He had many happy years as a retiree,
We will always remember our beloved husband,father and brother, also uncle.
May God bless you in heaven,
You will stay in our memories forever.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
i remember the houses through the years where we lived with our parents,
The Magnolia house when we came to Canada with our father and mother.
Our parents had a beautiful wedding,
Mother had a beautiful wedding dress and father a handsome suit.
My younger brother Tom was born,
I remember the days when he was growing up.
i would walk around the playpen,
Our mother would curl his hair because she wished to have a son with curly hair.
He would sit in the playpen and I would walk around and be with him,
We were friends at a young age, he is five years younger than I.
He became a Secondary School Teacher,
And I became an Elementary School Teacher.
Everything at my parent's house was homemade,
They had made their own furniture and sewed their own curtains.
We moved to their second house on Chopin Ave.,
We walked to school, two hours to school, very safe, later we had a school bus.
We graduated from Secondary School with our friends,
Both went to Teacher's College and went onto to be hired and teach school.
I received my twenty-five year pin and a certificate for contributing to
excellence in Education.
My youngest son was my escort and his older brother was at University.
They both have their careers and both married and i have beautiful grandchildren,
We moved to the Lorne park House with our parents and grandparents.
Our parents love child was born and we were delighted.
She grew up with our sons and they are good friends.
she is married with children now,
And has beautiful children and a handsome husband.
Beautiful years of friendship guested, picnics and days of tossing the frisbee.
Walks along the shores of the Lake at Jack Darling park.
Skipping stones in the water, recently we visited Jack Darling park.
Good memories always shared by my relatives and I.
Days when i drove the children to school in the turquoise chrysler.
Memories of the divorce, my husband and I are still friends.
Days and Nights with our parents and grandparents.
Blessings from God and i am truly thankful.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.