Synchronized steps walked cautiously,
Wandered in the conductor's lair.
Where once was echoing laughter,
Now sits a soft-pedal chair.
Roaring and thunderous barrage,
Wry language that he called his own.
Brings a foundational pulse,
A groove he’s always shown.
Collectively, experienced-
The roaring of his defeat.
A community of healing-
Our drum circle- yields to the beat.
The Stumble and Rise
There once lived a colleague called James,
Lean, strolling in crowd without shame,
He tripped on a crack
Fell flat on his back
Then bounced up and said, "It`s a game!"
One of the teaching standards
Is
Behaviour Management
&
Motivating & Engaging
Students
Classroom
Manage-
Ment
Putting
The Italian diplomat's
Timeless wisdom on full display
Written after a night
At the pub
This EVERSELLER
After three weeks
Of employing Machiavellianism
In the classroom
We checked student feedback
"We won't put up with arrogant teachers."
"He's a jerk."
This behaviour management strategy
Has now been
Swiftly abandoned
Another colleague had to die,
This is such a senseless crime.
How many of us must still take a knife or bullet,
Before our voices will be heard.
We protect everyone’s’ kids so that can feel safe,
Always have to be strong and brave.
But who protect us, from horrendous acts of violence?
If children are the tyrants.
Parents don’t take responsibility for their kid’s disease,
They blamed their behavior on the deceased.
Always tell us we are too strict,
Or we just want to pick on their little kids.
But what if your child behave like a gangster?
The class prankster.
Disruptive and rude, he and his brood.
Pulled out a gun and shot a woman’s husband,
Children’s father, a sister brother,
Parent’s son, and learner’s teacher.
When, and how will this end?
We as colleagues are unable to comprehend.
IT REMINDS ME THAT WE ARE TOGETHER
AND IT IS BEST THAT WE STAY THAT WAY
IT GOES TO SHOW, OUR LOVE FOR EACH
OTHER, IT STANDS TO LET THE WHOLE
WORLD KNOW.
IT GROWS ENCUMBANT, TO SHINE ABOVE
THE REST
TO SPEAK IN WORDS TO ALLOW A WORLD
TO KNOW
IT'S REAL FOR THOUGHT
AND RIGHT IN TIME
IT SPEAKS TO THE COMPETION
BEYOND THE SHOW
THE RIGHFUL TOGETHERNESS
MAKE RYTHMN IN REASON
BEYOND, " THE DO OU LOVE ME STILL"
CREATED IN IT'S GREATNESS
CHAMPIONED IN WREST
THAT HIS CONTENTION
GOES TO SHOW
BEST BY DESIGN
THE HARDWORKING MAN
FACE TO FACE
THE PEOPLE STAND TO SEE
THEY APPLAUD FROM BELEIF
THE MAN'S GIFT FOR GAB
UNTIL THERE SUPRISED EYE'S
COME TO SEE
WHICH IS BEST
THE COMPANIED IN VERSE
BEYOND THE SCOPE OF THOUGHT
THE STAGE IS SET
THE BELTS HAVE BEEN BOUGHT
WREST CHAMPIONS WREST !
Genteel and articulate,
An inspiration you have been.
Loyalty and Passion
In you, we have seen.
Rising through ranks,
Sweat blood all this while.
Making your way,
Through every test and trial.
It's about time,
To graciously pass the baton.
Leaving a legacy,
That we'll now build upon.
Your cabin walls,
Will confine you no more.
You're set free,
To venture and to explore.
Nostalgia lingers,
As we bid adieu.
Happy 2nd innings Sir,
A new life awaits you!
If I had never known you now
I wonder who I could have been.
A word my soul it haunts, it’s “How?”
How could it be you, you so green!
When you get to the other place,
Make sure one day you recall me.
God, do grant you His thankless grace,
For ghastly you left, you’ll still be.
My thought keeps a picture of you,
Which to no one can I describe,
God, don’t do me as You could do,
Wipe out every curse from my tribe.
The other place which you now face,
Keeps me brooding, “How could that realm be?”
Then, how luckless the human race,
And that no one’s free, even me.
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