Teacher Destiny Poems

 In the depths of my heart, a shadow dwells, Regret's icy grip, a tale it tells. Missed opportunities, choices made, Unraveled dreams, a path...

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In the odyssey of my soul, I have sailed seas of uncharted destiny,
Embarked on the ship of time, under the flag of a stormy youth.
Six...

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This morning as a 71 year old man walking with Deborah on a beach in Florida…
I thought back to the big plans I had as...

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Was it a sheer accident that I became a poet?
Poetry, I didn’t pursue, rather it cropped up
As a late-night guest, quite unexpected.
A teacher’s career, I...

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Through the veiled shadow of my past, I find, 
Lessons unlearned, I was far too disinclined. 
The tart whispers of regret, a mournful song, 
I...

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Caecilius est in forum
eyes closed as he spoke
looking as old, ash covered
as the language he was teaching
clinging on, barely, the class
drifting beyond windows
and tennis courts
what...

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We are here we are now
We are forever
We are many We Are more

We are watching 
We are one 
We are moon We are sun

We replenish...

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I wasn't meant to beat depression, I was supposed to be defeated

But the way I seen it, I had nothing to lose, I fought it,...

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You ran and jumped and played. Your mommy loved and cuddled you. Your father taught you man-things. Your teacher taught you school-things.
You grew up to...

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Unidentified flying object abducted yours truly,... 

a willing experimental subject 
to escape untenable married life.

Upon falling into a deep slumber, 
the following subconscious 
somnambulant scenario...

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What a time to be alive 
Though no one foresee the future 
But we've all got to fight for our life(expletive ) 
Dear, be thankful...

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THE BEST LAID PLANS…

When I was young…growing up…still a boy…not yet a man
when thinking about my destiny…I had some awesome plans.

I knew early in my...

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My reacher
Like a compass
Like a waze
Telling me the directions
The north, south, east, west
The roads, the bridges, the ways
But not the initial planning and the final...

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In 1967, Magog was no thriving town. Dad had lost his job due to the company’s closure so he accepted a transfer to Sudbury and...

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My father never wasted time in taking
his kids in his lap or playing with them,
he was busy in breaking mirrors, hitting the doors
or his head...

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