Best Tutors Poems
Why am I here on the Soup I'm asked
Well then, let me tell you why I'm here
Firstly to enhance my grammar task
To learn about poetries writing gear
On arrival at this site, forms I'd hardly known
But learning I sure did from many here
Welcoming me to this poetry home
Let me tell you what I've learnt
That few words can say many things
So descriptive that images paint
Allowing lyrical poetry to sing
What do I want being a member
By doing what was taught to me
To pass what I've learnt on
Without tutors I wouldn't be thee
Forget the trials and tribulations
We're writing buddies first and most
Not even family but poetry relations
Simply guests of the Poetry Soup host
26/12/2015
Categories:
tutors, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Child labour is a slaughter
Which seizes their laughter
They miss their tutors
Child labour is a process
In which they lose their progress
Child labour is a crime
But it became their prime
Child labour spoils the child
And they become wild
Child labour must be stopped
Tools must be dropped
And they must be topped.
A child should be a learner
But never be a labourer
And they should become learned
A child should be a literate
To change his fate
But never so late
To do now
Is to sow
The seed of awareness
Categories:
tutors, child,
Form:
Light Verse
Thirteen books! And you are in class one,
And the answers to the difficult questions
Are my brother, long!
In the bushy country near the low hills,
Kids, calves spring in delight;
Cows and goats graze whole days.
The cowboys enjoy warm sun,
Wild meadows, cool blows of air!
My boy, you have to be indoors all-day,
Behind wide walls, airtight and high!
And ah! Grassy school-ground be guarded by numb tutors.
I see the suffering of your tiny soul…!
My boy, a bird with trimmed wings,
Can’t fly in the fair sky?
A hobbled horse can’t race in a pasture;
Fastened tight with tie,
You can’t shout open in the open outdoor.
How can a caged parrot like
Even if given golden grains—
You are returning your tiffin, always half-eaten.
I will hug your beating baby-heart
And rub long with my chest;
Kiss your fear-laden face;
Help you lifting the hefty bag;
And shed a tear afterward…
This is what I can do for you, my boy-brother,
Everyday.
Categories:
tutors, children, feelings, nature, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
He heard the crows,
morning-cawing-crows,
morning-language-cawing-crows.
There was for him,
always, uncertainty in the cawing,
an uncertainty he couldn’t hear,
though he tried for most of his life.
There was brotherhood, yes, brotherhood—
an association-brotherhood, a knowing, an approval,
with only one man to answer—himself.
If he could be the man with the answer,
he would really know the crow-uncertainty-language,
then his own, yet unknown need for approval would be released.
He thought, Oh, to be in the crow’s nest at feeding time.
Magnanimous tutors all, crows, Kafka-ing their way through life,
with K their jackdaw father— great approval there.
He thought, Don’t wait for that one.
He wondered if he’d been under a spell,
the crow-uncertainty-language-spell
of Beckleigh, beeches, bluegills,
shrubs and lightning bugs that sang their own cawing-choruses
in waxed paper covered mayonnaise jars.
Beckleigh, where he and neighbor children
called out from tree-castles,
from every named and friendly bush,
and in mimetic blessedness
that flowed from every child’s heart,
cast their primal caw, caw, caw in tones that pleased the earth itself.
Each step they made, each caw that came
pledged allegiance to some truth,
with approval from below shooting up their legs,
and wind and sun sweeping it into their nostrils.
Dedication and commitment never fell out of season.
One day after years took hold of
Beckleigh, beeches, crows and caws
he heard the distant cry of uncertainty,
like Echo, throwing her voice across the chambers of his heart.
He sensed an essence, perhaps love itself—he paused;
morning-cawing-crows,
morning-language-cawing-crows,
caw, caw, caw.
Oh, to be in the crow’s nest at feeding time.
Categories:
tutors, animals, childhood, imagination, nature
Form:
Free verse
With beads of sweat on my forehead,
And my arms and legs cramped.
I concealed in a little locker
Away from the horrid mayhem.
Damp and worn; fear and torn
I seldom gasped for breath,
And even tried reciting
Othello, Macbeth and Hamlet.
Alas, all in vain!
Aware with each passing minute,
That I would face the same brutal end
As my tutors and friends.
I heard them moving closer,
I say a silent prayer.
With final memories of my beloved -
I await those crazy monsters.
"Bang, Bang!" I hear them shoot.
But it now sounds so afar.
I drift into a deep slumber,
When the door goes ajar.
Categories:
tutors, fear, how i feel,
Form:
Narrative
I still wrestle with human afflictions,
when I see others suffering,
groping in the dark of invasion –
where the rich and powerful
become richer, tutors of domination,
over these poor people, my own people.
In a globalized and interdependent world,
the growing technology and culture
speak the same to civilization;
the unknown depths of man’s soul
get neglected in life’s situations.
Our moral compass eclipses
by emerging values of the world;
family ties and faithfulness,
seem to die out now in truth.
I remember the “bar mitzvah”
for Jewish culture and religion
strictness in their formation
for a son or daughter of obligation.
Torah for them – a sacred revelation,
a holy book about God’s laws;
his commandments in various modes,
a guide, indeed, a school for the souls.
Similar to Christian life and religion
a holy bible shared and read across cultures;
but with media invasion in all dimensions
God’s word has now less attraction to some
especially to young people of this generation.
Though I may think the world has changed,
it has become like a free market, a confusion;
with hardly any blueprint of principles –
that carry mankind to be God’s disciples.
Categories:
tutors, history, hope, life,
Form:
Concrete
As Sol arises, greets the morn
the soon test taker wails,
"I'm doomed! If I had only read
The Canterbury Tales!
Or more of Samuel Collerige,
or Wordsworth, Yeats or Shelley,
More Medieval or Old English,
some Eliot or Browning!
Or how to spot a romantic
or how a Victorian,
or who saw Tutors on their shift
in this timeline Aenean?
I know not Byron from Whitman,
or Herrick from John Donne,
or Frost or Pound or Tennyson,
cannot read Piers Plowman.
There's just too much literature,
(I can't believe I spoke
this thought, it's blasphemy I'm sure)
like the Raven I quoth.
And though most know the Raven, I
do too, and that's not bad.
Though I think the extent of my
knowledge's not ironclad.
Though I can say with certainty,
amidst my sad lament,
the technique I used priorly
is known as enjambment.
And I know too that rhyme royal
is seven verses long,
where octavia rima's whole
is eight - one more verse strong.
And I've read Paradise Lost and
many Shakespeare works,
and much more Poe than The Raven,
and know Dickinson's quirks.
And I know Marvell and Camus
Gogol, Dostoyesky;
perhaps my portents were untrue,
my knowledge not so petty.
Perhaps I'm ready for this test,
though not well-versed as some.
Like caesuras, I'll take a rest
and stop acting so glum.
From a review book, I'll apply
this truth which first appalled:
If you know all this well, then why
attend grad school at all?"
Categories:
tutors, education
Form:
Rhyme
Radio blasting
Loud music screams;
Intruding words
~~~~~~~~~
Mental movie
Visualisation techniques;
Attract good stuff
~~~~~~~~~
Cellphone outlet
Mobile accessories;
Too much distractions
~~~~~~~~~
Secular world view
Greedy appetites ground;
Competition chokes
~~~~~~~~~
Lunch banquet
Feast for the senses;
Frugality absent
~~~~~~~~~
Temple visit
Ancestors await;
Family reunion
~~~~~~~~~
Church Sunday service
Sermon on the Mount;
Wise Jesus echoes
~~~~~~~~~
Late night rendezvous
Lakeside stroll;
Ghosts figures flirt
~~~~~~~~~
Downtown trip
Shopping excavations;
Designer goods in tow
~~~~~~~~~
Here we sit
Two old lovers;
Tea and chocolate cake
~~~~~~~~~
Book of wisdom
Wise message tutors;
Private conversations
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
11 June 2015
Singapore
Categories:
tutors, change,
Form:
Haiku
I still wrestle with human afflictions,
when I see others suffering,
groping in the dark of invasion –
where the rich and powerful
become richer, tutors of domination,
over these poor people, my own people.
In a globalized and interdependent world,
the growing technology and culture
speak the same to civilization;
the unknown depths of man’s soul
get neglected in life’s situations.
Our moral compass eclipses
by emerging values of the world;
family ties and faithfulness,
seem to die out now in truth.
I remember the “bar mitzvah”
for Jewish culture and religion
strictness in their formation
for a son or daughter of obligation.
Torah for them – a sacred revelation,
a holy book about God’s laws;
his commandments in various modes,
a guide, indeed, a school for the souls.
Similar to Christian life and religion
a holy bible shared and read across cultures;
but with media invasion in all dimensions
God’s word has now less attraction to some
especially to young people of this generation.
Though I may think the world has changed,
it has become like a free market, a confusion;
with hardly any blueprint of principles –
that carry mankind to be God’s disciples.
Categories:
tutors, faith
Form:
Rhyme
Tigger and Leo
A Tiger and Lion joined forces
To run some Man-eating courses
Tutors Tigger and Leo
Said attack at the Knee-o
Then enjoy whatever the Man Course is
Categories:
tutors, animal, nonsense, silly, tiger,
Form:
Limerick
Math
Is a problem
That is here to stay
It will never go away
Like a vermin's ugly kin, it grows
Multiplies and divides into more nasty vermin
Never seeming to disappear
As log as civilization is here
Math
As the days grow
Math will cause many tears to shed
Not only this...
Math will waste lead
Math is like a bad lover
That can never be fed
Never satisfied nor pleased
No amount of diamond rings sold, classes or tutors paid
Nothing can please this terrible monster
The Agony of Math
Categories:
tutors, allegory, career, endurance, faith,
Form:
Prose
"You don't learn anything about life in school"
It
is not
your schooling
which is the key
to education,
or the ability
to commit to memory
ten thousand trivialities
through ten years of indoctrination
which will prepare you for the road ahead;
it is in the appreciation
that such knowledge becomes wisdom
when at last you recognise
that life is not a game,
though the insights gained
from your tutors
may get you
in the
team.
1st October 2015
Categories:
tutors, education, wisdom,
Form:
Etheree
It was written that god worked for six days
However he chose the seventh day to rest
Growing up teachers were the chosen tutors
However our father god is truly the best
He teaches us to deal with situations calmly
And no matter what don't ever turn to wrath
He teaches us never to be led a stray by the devil
And that we should always walk along his path
In the pass he gave Moses his ten commandments
So we could follow and not be led a stray
It says that the devil was god’s most prized angel
However don't be scared if you need help just pray
The devil cannot overcome you when you are with god
Because he will defend you like a sword and shield
You don't ever have to worry when you are one of god soldiers
Because he will be your defender on the battlefield
Do not deny your lord and savior who created us
Do not deny him like peter did when Jesus was placed at the cross
Because the moment you decide to turn your back on god
My friend that's when your life becomes a total and complete loss
In this life it is assured that many obstacles will come your way
But Jesus bore greater when he gave his life for us
He did more than what any friend would ever do for you
So he is the person that deserves your loyalty and trust
Lord some have been derailed from your desired course
Take control I ask my lord and show them the right way
They have time to party, drink and hang out with friends
so I ask them please to respect and honor the Sabbath day
By: Marlon A Malcolm
Categories:
tutors, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Once upon a time in a town named Grumpy Dumpy lived a little princess named Deborah. Now Deborah was the most dumpy grumpy that ever lived in this town and in order to keep this depressed princess happy everyone around her also had to be sad and in the dumps. One day a tall young handsome prince came through the town of Grumpy Dumpy and made a decree. He said that he wanted to meet all the fair maidens and take one for a bride. The only stipulation was that the bride had to be the happiest girl in the city and immediately Deborah knew she was in for a challenge. Deborah hired tutors and more tutors to teach her all about happiness, but she just couldn’t grasp why anyone would want to be anything less than a grump-a-grump. She purchased every book on happiness and even took happy pills. It seemed the harder she tried to learn about happiness the worse her predicament became.
Then one day another person traveled through her town. His name was Thomas the Changer and he offered Princess Deborah a new start. He offered her a new beginning and a clean heart. She took Thomas the Changer up on this offer to give her a royal makeover. She did everything that he asked her to do and she even read his book on eternal happiness to help her get a clue. Within just a few short weeks Princess Deborah was a new creature. She was a new princess and her life was indeed a new life.
What is the moral to this story you might ask? The moral to this quaint little children’s story is that it is a bad idea to live in a grumpy state. You may miss out on the man of your dreams also known as Prince Charming. The other moral to this story is if you are going to turn your life around, you don’t need fancy books, happy pills, or others to get the job done. Go to the expert, Jesus Christ, and he will see you through any obstacle. He is the One True God and he cares for you!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
11-4-14
For Carol Eastman’s contest-Fable to the Rescue
Categories:
tutors, character, cheer up, christian,
Form:
Prose
The Word professional according to Webster New World Dictionary(Third
College Editon)means: engaged in, or worthy of high standards of a profession.
designating or of a school, esp. a graduate school, offering instruction in a
profession. earning one's living from an activity, such as a sport, not normally
thought of as an occupation. engaged in by professional players. engaged in a
specified occupation for pay or as a means of livelihood(a professional writer. a
person who does something with great skill.
Well Lord, you know that the only professional attributes that I have is writing, and
maybe singing. however, I know that I am lacking in much when it comes to
actually. being a professional. I've not attended a college legally. I never even
attended a publich school in Her Majesty America The Beautiful. You know that
when I sat on Kiemona's lap at age(3), I began to read the Holy Bible to her and
that's when my formal education began. Ye, I had tutors(people who came to my
dad's San Fransico Estate to eaducate me in- the introductory of Algebra,
Chemistry, Geometry, Science and etc. until I turned 7 years olded. Then those
brutal people came and killed Kiemona and Angelo in the summer of 1989. I
was the only one who survived a gunshot wounded in the left chest.
Since then its been You, Master who has continued to teach me. You showed
me by Your Holy Spirit that you would become my mother and father(psalms
27:10). You taught me right and You taught me what was wrong. All the teaching
that I was suppose to receive in The Nest(Family at Home), well the people in
the street life taught me. Its only now do I realize that I must shun their teaching,
because it always seem to cause me pain.
Categories:
tutors, life, me, people, education,
Form:
Ballad