Long Teacher Poems
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Maggie-
I hear by the stars...
It's your day to celebrate!
Wish you love and health,
You have a loving mate!
Your years have left....
Maggie's Mark on all.
Love of nature, music,
science, people.......
and hearing God's call.
Have I missed any?
I did, your love of country!
Your awards as a teacher
in science, phenomenally!
~Love, Cousin Pangie~
2/10/2021
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Who is making "Kentucky School Teachers Angry"? Who is making "Any Teacher of our "Children Angry" to cause their "Failure"? Anger produces "Failure" in "Any Society"to let "The "Real Enemy" of "Democracy,and "Freedom" win,and let "Communism""Begin"""""!!! We see this in "Hong Kong" today,and Hong Kong,really wants "Democracy" and that is the way it is,because "Hong Kong" is one of "China's "Kids"!!!!!In "China" comminuism is a reality and is "What it is"!!! Who is making "Kentucky Teachers Angry"?..........Angry Teachers make "Angry Students",and they are angry when they come home from "School"!!!....."Anger Creators"...........cannot be tolerated in the "Leadership"in any "Democratic Society"!!!!!! Anger can be avoided with a "True Bi-Partism Effort" from all political parties in "Any Democratic Society",and that is a real reason to "Vote""Against" "The "Leader" who is making you "Angry" with their "Non-Transparent",anger producing "Agenda"? You can consider "Yourself",or we can consider "Ourselves" "Crazy"voting for something that make us angry,and that something can be someone,who we were tricked by,and now we may be angry!!!! We realize that we will not be tricked again!!! We are "and can become "Angry"because "The Anger" comes from "The Enemy"!!! The "Enemy" "Never speaks of "COMPASSION",AND THAT IS HOW WE "KNOW THEM"!!!!! THEY SPEAK OF EVERYTHING ELSE!!!!!.......THEY GAIN WEALTH FOR THEMSELF!!! THEY ARE DEATH....THEY ARE AGAINST AFFORDABLE HEALTH.......AFFORDABLE HEALTH CARE SLOWS DOWN THEIR WEALTH.....THE GRIM REAPPER IS THEM SELF!!!!!
The Empty Page
It sat there at my student desk
In wait of task to tend.
Write a poem, the teacher urged,
Your thoughts to paper, penned.
Intently, I perused the sheet,
Pale white and yet unmarked.
It lay there teasing my first move,
“Don’t leave me unremarked.”
This paper, college ruled and prim,
Well-bleached and full of aughts,
Stared blankly back at me to help,
With all my labored thoughts.
I searched the room for any clues
Of how I was to learn.
The clock was running faster now,
No time to wait and yearn.
I sat there squeamish and unnerved,
Too weak to brandish pen.
It was my first time close to death,
Too late for where and when.
Surely, all the class can see
My torment and refrain.
I’d rather have a spelling bee.
I’m circling ‘round the drain.
In looking back these many years,
My eyes were outward bent.
The chalkboard hung erased to black.
My mind, abridged, was spent.
But time has made its mark on me,
Halfway granting one old wish -
To find that poem in myself,
And give to Mr. Nish.
Robert Farrell Waltrip
like a warm breath of air,
he hovers in my memory.
no Superman in other’s eyes,
a meek soul, but for me a true legend.
he was a jack of all trades.
he epitomized love and gentleness.
hard-working and committed to his family,
he was not one to squander his time.
he toiled day in and out
to feed those who he loved and sired.
what was he?
a teacher, a farmer, or an artist?
I cannot say precisely...
all I can say;
he was each of these
rolled into one.
I don’t think there was anyone like him around.
he was my English teacher at school,
and how proud I am of all that he taught me.
on holidays I saw him
shut in the loft, a brush in hand,
his fingers moving over the canvas.
the steaming tea by his side,
untouched and getting cold as ice.
unmindful of everything around,
he sat by the easel in the attic.
focused only on the strokes that fell.
when a distinct image shoots out,
as the moon from behind clouds,
a wave of satisfaction would gleam
across his face,
his frantic nerves at once hushed
bearing the look of one
who, in an instant, conquered kingdoms.
he would view it from different angles.
never seek anyone’s opinion
but gloating if he saw
our admiring eyes fell on it.
he was an avid reader too
and a skilled photographer.
the black and white photos
he caught in his camera still adorn our walls.
being artistically inclined,
he lived more in the world of art.
but gradually things changed.
to his fright, he found his hands shaky
and the lines on the canvas
going tremulous and disjointed.
couldn’t hold a brush!
the zealous man grew numb,
as the curtain of years fell on his stage!
on diagnosis of Parkinson’s disease,
his world abruptly lost its sheen.
he saw the disease weeding
its way into his life.
suddenly grown old,
he lost interest in everything.
we saw him sitting in his armchair,
so immobile, for hours on end,
his eyes stretched to a far horizon.
we displayed before him,
paintings once born of his imagination
to see if his world would brighten
and it worked!
recently, in one of my dreams,
I saw him sitting at the feet of Michael Angelo,
to learn the art, he couldn’t perfect
in his lifetime!
April 29 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 23-25
Key Verse – 2Kings 23:3 And the king stood by a pillar, and made a covenant before the LORD, to walk after the LORD, and to keep his commandments and his testimonies and his statutes with all their heart and all their soul, to perform the words of this covenant that were written in this book. And all the people stood to the covenant.
HEART THAT MAKES AND KEEPS COVENANT BEFORE THE LORD
Our heart makes and keeps covenant before the Lord against temptation
Surely, He is our hiding place from sin-inquisition…
He considers us along our trouble and vexation
Therefore, we trust in Him and His assured salvation.
Our heart makes and keeps covenant before the Lord against wickedness
Surely, He is our holy shield from filthiness…
He pardons us of our confessed sinfulness and worldliness
Therefore, we seek Him and His cleansing forgiveness.
Our heart makes and keeps covenant before the Lord against backsliding
Surely, He is our prevailing armor from offending…
He guards us as well as our mind-choosing and faith-deciding
Therefore, we rely in Him and His wise guiding.
Our heart makes and keeps covenant before the Lord against arrogance
Surely, He is our humbling master from pride’s attendance…
He vanquishes us of our vanity and extravagance
Therefore, we delight in Him and His meekness-driven guidance.
Our heart makes and keeps covenant before the Lord against discontentment
Surely, He is our sufficing grace from covetousness’ entrapment…
He provides for us along our body fitness and spirit-requirement
Therefore, we need Him and His satisfying fulfillment.
Our heart makes and keeps covenant before the Lord against deception-snares
Surely, He is our protective defender from folly’s dares…
He anchors us upon our dedication-zeal and service-shares
Therefore, we cling to Him and His loving cares.
Our heart makes and keeps covenant before the Lord against entertaining doubts
Surely, He is our wise teacher Who knows the best for our whereabouts…
He directs us for our good success along stewardship’s faithful routes
Therefore, we serve Him and exalt His name with our praise-filled shouts.
April 29, 2026
The greatest emotion shared
is that of Love, immeasurable
The child would say, “a whole bunch!”
The spouse would say, “till the end of time!”
God would say, “no matter what….”
(I come to you
with hands open, extended
palms upward
that we may freely
take and receive
of one another
bearing gifts
for the heart is
both lover and teacher
we awaken a new dawn
while moon and stars
are yet a horizon reflection
let not light obliterate entirely
fond mystery between us,
Freedom something only
evil need fear
I come to you
having always taken
the first steps,
those of grace
and wonder eternal)
The canvas- propped blank on the tripod
The artist- flicked tunes on his iPod
The acrylics- were blended
The paint brush- apprehended
The self-portrait- was nearly finished
The man- in the piece real distinguished
The signature- bold
The piece- to be sold
The neighbours- came first for the viewing
The locals- arrived and yahooing
The press- much reported
The world-prints imported
The painter-had flaunted
The muscles-Supported
The apprentice- flexed at his teacher, laughing at his procedure
Tennis balls- hit the ground, peas were then found also along with a reefer.
I used to Kiss you on your Holy head,
There blossomed the soap scent of your shampoo!
'I kister BRAIN!' I used to say -- no dread!
That you'd get sick again, and then, die, too!
The tender, circling warmth of your embrace,
Your arms reached just a bit above my waist...
Your radiating glow, floating like lace
Your smile, among the children playing with paste.
Why, EVERYONE could feel you sitting there,
So silent, shining, beaming, twinkling Peace!
It's not your words most folk remembered -- Fair!
To say, that in your presence, they felt... release!
From every self-judgment, or fear, or care...
And I, I miss the soap scent of your hair!
The feel of kissing you, no longer there...
MY IDOL
My Philosopher, my Preacher.
My Dad, My Idol and My Guide.
My Adviser and my Teacher
on way of my life to proceed.
He taught Moral values of life:
Truth, Compassion and Honesty
to confront each conflict and strife.
with Self-Esteem and Modesty.
Till pursuing same discipline,
passing Morals to my off-spring
to honor, also to incline
on my views as inspiring.
Extinct Tiger Speaks
Sumatran Tigers are rare, in fact, extinct
I just returned from Sumatra Indonesia with my pet
A tiger so sweet I named it Peter
Since it went extinct I got it cheap
First order of business was to make it speak
And gave it many treats to play with me
I growled at it for many days and weeks
In hopes it would repeat my roars
One day it looked at me
Questioned why I growled and roared
“Is something wrong with you
And with your mind and voice?”
It spoke in perfect English
Peter! You speak!
The tiger of course was sore
My name is not Peter
Don’t say that any more
Call me Gregory or Greg for short
I went extinct long before you were born
Respect the dead and bring me hot pastrami on bread
I asked my tiger how it is he can talk
And if he’s dead…Why hot pastrami on bread?
He explained
“I might be rare… I might be dead… I might even be a tiger.”
Did it occur to you, the people who sold me to you
Gave you an exotic animal or creature
It does not explain everything
But you did not buy a teacher
I simply want my sandwich now
Later we can dance and sing
And forget about such complicated things
Just think of me as Greg
Your purchased pal from Indonesia
Created 7/22/14 for Animals Alive! Contest