Long Teachers day Poems

OTETS THE MANY DAYS AND NIGHT YOU LENT ME YOUR 
DIVINE EAR THROUGH PRAYER DURING HARDSHIP TIMES 
AND ILLNESS RAISING MY GRANDDAUGHTER KEEPING HER 
SAFE IN CATHOLIC SCHOOLS IN WISCONSIN OUR LADY OF 
MOUNT CARMEL...

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Some children come into the school building dancing, singing, hopping, bursting with uninhibited glee.
They exchange giddy, happy stories about their day at the mall, dropping name brand names,
Showing off their glittery light-up shoes, and light...

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Born in New England in the wake of the Civil War,
Her folks fled Irish famine and landed on our shore.
At age five, she took sick, losing almost all her sight.    
At eight,...

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As Your called teachers*, Lord, we thank You with joyful praises
Which You surely deserve along what Your Deity enforces 
Keep us jubilantly awed by Your amazing, miraculous graces
While singing to You through our hymn-spirited voices
And...

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Through the long gone years, I have much grown…
From a young schoolboy to a present day aging crone…

But in my mind, I am as I have always been…
All through the years and after all that...

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I’ve always thought of teaching as an art…and the teacher as an artist whose skills over the years have been amassed…to help them teach their students…each a different canvas making up their class.

Teachers must learn...

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At an approximate distance of 2 benches, you stood there, every day explaining how two negatives makes a positive. I remember, that day, ages ago, when you told me that I was special, and I...

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This poem is very long overdue 
The words or things to say I just never knew
You had so much faith in me when I had none
Just a student waiting for the school year to be...

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Seven first graders with their mute buttons on.
Not knowing what to do when I ask them to unmute themselves.
This is a friendly lunch bunch where they are allowed to talk.
Not like the rest of their...

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I walked into my school at noon one day, straight from a bland boring counseling meeting and no one was there.
No receptionist, no secretary, no nurse, no vice principal, no custodian, oh, where were they,...

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He opens learners’ hearts with the key of kindness;
passionately plant in them the seeds of success
and watch them grow in the garden of greatness.
Talk about a terrific teacher.

He wields words from the wellspring of wisdom
to...

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She was Auntie Mame, Cher, Bette, and Liza with a Z to those amongst us.
Children clamored for her attention, twirling and whirling in her presence.
She was happy, joy, enthusiasm, personified, if you got to know...

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How much they hurt I know,
The wrongs, the things I did years past.
The wounds so deep still show,
The pains profound still last.

The wrongs, the things I did years past;
Those many slaps, those many blows;
The pains...

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Caren, Caren, Caren,” the optimistic, positive principal said, shaking her head. “I’m sorry to lose you.”
I was sorry to go, but stay I could not for I had been reassigned to a dull building across...

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For the first time
When I was leaving my mother's hand
Obviously I was crying
But after a minute end
Another one tackle my hand
Obviously I was filled with joy 
She started to wipe my tears
I forgot all my...

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We are not back to school yet, but 
          I am ready.
              ...

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Don't fear the blue man group
they're far less dangerous
than we are to ourselves..
but 
do beware of carnivorous teachers
those harmless looking
wire rimmed 
blackboard preachers 
wielding pieces of chalk
on the tips of 38 caliber tongues..
turning classrooms into...

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In GDC Doda, where knowledge resides,
There's a professor, a beacon, who guides.
His name is Prof. Manjeet Singh Sir,
An inspiration, his wisdom to admire.

With passion ablaze, he enters the room,
His presence commands, dispelling gloom.
In the English...

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I teach cartooning class to thirteen first and second graders.
On Leadership Day.
Once a month.
It is a cinch,
As last year I was teaching cartooning class to thirty-one
Kindergarten students.
This is amazingly simple.
Before they congregate I draw something...

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I 

First period each morning she meets their languid sighs
Their low moaning at new tasks to be undertaken
She must be upbeat, no matter her personal woes,
In her crisp, clean dress and comfortable walking shoes
She steps...

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I stand here, grateful to God for calling me to be a teacher
enabled to be a life-builder by His grace and love
blessed to help shape grand future with His might
privileged to lead toward enlightenment by...

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Make noise, be loud, bold, let your voice be heard; don’t be a wallflower, we have
enough of those already, the world needs leaders; you are soft spoken, don’t let dismissal by
others of your quiet tone...

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you believe
I deceive

I'm the missing
link

I made you forget your
holy ink

take my hands we'll fly
only to sink

now what do you know

now where
and who do you go to 

I'm the hiss that named
you

so tell me who are
you

the...

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They said the screenplay was complete 
Filled with scenery and dialogue that was artistically sweet
An entourage was cast 
Star’s children from the past 
Having the marketable photo look 
Picked up after flipping through a modeling...

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L ittle voices, rising in volume and pitch
I mploring teacher, begs all available aids to help pop 
C oats, hats, muffs, mitts, sweaters, gloves, socks, shoes, and boots on 39
K indergarten urchins who are galloping...

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