Teacher Future Poems

American teachers guiding America’s youth
They hold the key to our future’s door
So we pay three and a half times more 
To the man who pulled...

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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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Teachers quitting at record rates
     Why face daily violence and hate
  Public schools face colossal debt
    ...

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If you want to darkness dump,
To in life take a long jump;
If you need a sounder base,
A crossing into new phase…

For who wants to rule...

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The child of a certain perception,
Among your kinfolks poor reception,
You just can’t endure irritation:
It could make you leave your own nation, 
White men’s world declare...

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How many steps are there in your staircase?  Did you count them?  What is your favorite number?  We see numbers, different numbers,...

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HUMAN NATURE
Who do you trust without reserve.
Your spouse, your teacher or your Lord?
Why do we trust in the likes of men,
Who like ourselves, are not...

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When she was young,                                          ...

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One world to live in
Time will tell us what will come
Future good or bad 

 

Date Written:4/8/2022

1 Place

HowManySyllables ~ 5-7-5
New World Order Poetry Contest
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I
We perceived whole fabric of Universe Great Teacher
The woof and warf, and another dimension 
Cosmos flings debris on this Hammock Superior
Now: curvature in whole fabric...

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Mommy deemed the three-year-old me as an honour
Said that I should become a doctor
Stethoscope and thermometer are in her gift bag
To spark the zeal in...

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Ask me if I have seen an  Angel..
The once in the book of Bible..
The once in movies and stories..
The once in pictures and songs...
Ask...

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Free is the price, of a dream, 
The future is ripe, don’t you see. 

Formulate it all, to a tee,
Don’t make a mistake, you see:...

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Dear Me who either grew or just withered

Grace from grace, faith from faith, life from holy life

I pray that God will still watch over you
I...

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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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