They taught us to dissect frogs,
but not the feeling of being dissected.
We memorized the bones of empires,
but no one named the fracture in our own spines.
We wake up with hearts in our throats,
trap ourselves in flickering cages,
Pout like mannequins in group shots.
We google "how to disappear"
between lectures on resilience.
We draft essays on survival ,
while planning exits.
We smile at teachers who praise
our punctuality while we
count pills under the desk.
The counselor called us in one by one,
handed us pamphlets
with smiling cartoon brains.
Just ticked boxes
and sent us back to class
with a sticker that said “brave.”
which curled by noon.
When the windows whispered
and the knives called us by name,
they called it depression.
It wasn't.
It was syllabus.
We were just doing the homework.
Categories:
curriculum, satire,
Form: Free verse
With ink and mind, a future bright,
In education's noble fight.
For every child, a chance to soar,
Equity's flame, forevermore.
The curriculum, a vibrant stream,
With skills for life, a modern dream.
Assessment's lens, a wider view,
Beyond the test, a world anew.
From home to school, a hand to hold,
Engage the young, their stories told.
Empowering teachers, hearts ablaze,
With knowledge shared, in countless ways.
Early seeds of literacy sown,
A love of reading, fully grown.
Mentorship's bridge, a helping hand,
Connecting minds across the land.
After the bell, the learning thrives,
With extra help where knowledge strives.
Reading's joy, a treasure sought,
In cozy corners, battles are fought.
Bridging the gap, a digital quest,
For all to learn, and put it to the test.
Data's compass, a guiding light,
To shape the future, ever bright.
Together strong, hand in hand,
With partners joined across the land.
The public voice, a chorus raised,
For education's cause, forever praised.
Let minds ignite, let voices ring,
In Literacy's Land, the children sing.
Categories:
curriculum, children, education, parents, teacher,
Form: Narrative
Dreams continue as he pursues and fits into those new life shoes/
Steams of old morose songs singing sad blues in dark venues/
Has his hold paddling multiple life canoes/
His eyes mold maddening views of how not to use or misuse /
Less issues to load tissues and blow revenues /
He construes the con’s cruise how he’d abuse and throw a fuze /
Irrelevant spoofs but now he refuels and will refuse /
To lose how he broke a fuzed fool loose into bomb grooves /
Explodent raising the roof with booms and more proofs /
Next go sent is praising a nerd goof’s blurred sluice see through /
An Oxymoron to use without suboxone, oxycontin or any proxy plottin /
That’s rotten like heroin in pill form not an option /
From hereon in I’m building and recovering /
I’ve beaten my cranial region and more covering/
It’s a pain in the neck and the back sore hovering /
Pain multiplied by the passion is what caused action /
The symptom is contamination leaving one ultimatum /
Create a new life curriculum to cure ick-n-glum
Categories:
curriculum, addiction, angst, conflict, courage,
Form: Rhyme
I’m a servant of the universe
My rank is junior minder.
I care for the solar system
As its oiler and winder.
Everything is done
To a very strict rota,
Checking every cog
And cleaning every motor.
The star has its thermostat
Rigidly checked and set
Its fuel delivery schedule
Very rigorously met.
Each planet has its key
Kept on its own ring
So I can check and fix
Each internal spring:
Wind it too tight,
The planet runs fast.
Not tight enough
The wind won’t last.
I once got it wrong
In my apprentice stage,
Wiped out the dinosaurs
And caused an ice age.
You can imagine all the ribbing
At the staff centennial dinner
Apprentice of the moment?
Never was the winner.
I have my own staff now
The systems work just fine.
Guess it should last right
‘Til the end of time.
Categories:
curriculum, career, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Categories:
curriculum, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Curriculum changes
But our visions don’t cease
Our efforts may ascend
But I see a fruitful bliss
We have our own views
Ideas are supreme
Future does matter
We live in our dreams
Curriculum transforms
Enhances instruction
Varied strategies
Mixed with affection
It plays a vital role
A backbone of education
Curriculum development
Pays much attention
Categories:
curriculum, education, school,
Form: Free verse
Curriculum Vitae
I was born [so they say] in the usual way.
my mum was of the female persuasion,
[My father was not] but I can't say a lot,
for I've totally forgot the occasion.
We all lived in a box, which once held Dior frocks,
by the side of the furious M6.
Although poor, I'm no fool, and I went to a school,
so fine 'twas Approved, to learn tricks.
In class I was ace - with an angelic face
and A grades in mole-strangling and cheek.
And since starting to work, I’ve proved I’m no jerk:
why, I stuck with one job for a week!
But I’m now in my prime, and ambition’s no crime,
so I'm offering you all of my skills.
If you're female and lusty. [shan’t complain if you’re busty]
we could have multi-positional thrills.
Captin ever-optimistic Cat
Categories:
curriculum, humor, mum,
Form: I do not know?
O teachers pack up and go to bed
The brain is sizzled in their head
Reality disagrees with what is said
The living are not better than the dead
Do you still sing when you are paid
And skip in your works success
Can you convince them you are unafraid
For new fomenting wilderness?
How you furnish them for commerce and trade
And slot them as the market call
You traffic them money for their grade
And no blanket for their fall.
Things are not the same as yesterday
A wiser generation rise
They know the things we hide away
The fire brims their eyes.
O teachers let our children be children just
Once more, give them room to play
Unsaddle them from the hampers of trust
That upon their young lives weigh
The commercial concerns corners them so
Early, they have no lattitude to think
Liesure is room for a child to grow
The pressuring school made most shrink
O teachers school them beyond classrooms
Take to the mountains to explore
Challenge them to surive where icicles loom
Let them frolic on a sandy shore
And create temporal monuments of love
Here in nature is the school
That the best in the worst of us prove
Guide them with trust as a tool.
Categories:
curriculum, educationschool, children, school,
Form: Quatrain