Teacher Rhyme Poems

It’s a strange place for me -
In my sixty-fifth spring,
I find I’m up a tree,
And I don’t know a thing.

I’ve always got it wrong.
Little birdy...

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Quote By Poet: "Don't Let Books or Poems Become A Thing Of The Past."

A bookstore I can not pass up,
I need a new book I...

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Quote By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."

Here in a lovely garden we sit,
growing very close-knit.
Our faces of pretty color,
are bigger...

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     Stretched out,
     On a daycare cot.
     Told to take a nap,
 ...

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His assignment was a simple one…to go home…observe his family
and then write an essay his teacher entitled, ‘What Love Means To Me’

He did just that…for...

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I was frustrated at work about seven years ago.
A painter, cartoonist, and scrabble player, where next would I go?
I needed something new to do.
Not sure...

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A morning coincidence, to school we laughed and skipped -  
A cloud that drifted through the sky, from my mind it slipped. 
For many...

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Life with it's ups and down's
I love you day and night
Family and friends make
Every moment extra special...

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I am in the middle of the monologue
The show is seldom a dialogue
What an astute star laying it low
Such talent with flow.
Wow, Superb 
Show
Don’t disturb
The...

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By Poet  "I do not know where the time goes. It just goes running away."

Yesterday when
Everyone was kind
Smiles were on all
The faces both young and...

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A hands-on workshop was such fun
In Montreal today.
We made real bagels, all from scratch 
In a yummy, local way.

Our teacher made us feel at home
(Makes...

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I love hearing stories,
stories from my grandparents.
They love to tell stories,
stories from many years ago.
Grandma tells about bread,
when black showed up they would cut if off.
Then...

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Afternoon musing, not quite content,
Wondering where the time all went -
The time not really given, only lent.

The first day of fourth grade,
In the next desk...

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"A Writer must Feel The Words So The Reader Can Feel The Words. By Poet"


Have you heard about this new thing,
this new thing called AI.
Is...

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Twas daybreak as this bright morn I rose
Greeted at breakfast by my darling Rose
A brief time together as by seven I've left
Out to the garden,...

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