School Work Poems

School of Life

Nature’s chemical soup is ordered by catalytic love
Form and being are created to the beat of her mother’s heart
She bursts into the world, gulps her first breaths and cries
From that moment of birth her schooling begins

On leaving her mother’s womb she senses a vastness of sounds, lights and smells
Poorly formed shapes parade in front of

Algorithm And Blues

Gotta go to school it's the same old story
teach me a lesson would be good for me
learning all the rules five days of the week
don't fall behind don't think don't speak
gotta go to work it's the same sad story
get me a job that's sure to bore me
working for a wage five days of the week
don't

MOTHERS DAY CARD

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MOTHER'S DAY poetry contest sponsored by Benjamin Bartley, April 2025

Morning starts early, before it gets light
Opening cupboards, to see what’s in store
Teachable moments, with wrong versus right
Hope grabs the car keys, then heads through the door
Early bird children, are making their way
Ready to take on, another school week
So many hurdles, to

labs

(a university-life vignette)

It’s Saturday morning at about 9am. I’m in the chemistry lab, a sterile looking room with 12 workstations that are like multi level kitchen islands with sinks and various lab gear. It’s the most fluorescently lit environment on earth and everything looks to be either white, stainless steel or glass.

I’m one of the

No Hate is Certainly Working

I was glad to escape the school run by demon spawn 
thrilled to extricate myself from this hell-hole
disengage from a hateful situation
distangle myself from the mess they call normal
I am pretty sure the students feel the same way
Their “no hate” campaign is working.
Brain research shows that if you say “don’t climb that tree”
a person must

Blue Collar, White Collar

Blue collar school,
Blue collar play,
Blue collar children,
Blue collar praise,
Blue collar words,
Blue collar phrased,
Blue collar work,
Blue collar pay,
Blue collar union,
Blue collar say,
Blue collar terraced,
Blue collar glazed,
Blue collar town,
Blue collar ways,
Blue collar nights,
Blue collar days,
Blue collar skies,
Blue collar greys.


White collar night school,
White collar college days,
White collar degree,
White collar knowledge pays,
White collar nine-to-five,
White collar maze,
White collar union,
White collar

If only

I hated all those lessons and rules 
Playing sports in the cold and the rain
Exams, tests and essays in schools
l won’t need this stuff in my brain
It’s a waste of my time, it's just lame.

I am leaving school in just one week
No more boredom and tectonic plates
A good job, with some training I seek
Will I

My Four-Cornered Room

Staring at my learners in my four-cornered room
I see the dynamics of life as I zoom into 
The shadow that’s not displayed
Some smoke weed 
Not realizing that they will bleed in the workplace
Some enjoy cough syrup with a cool drink
Not realizing that this simple addition will
Change the transaction in their lives
Later, it turns to tablets

Life-Cycles

In K-5, K-8 or K-12 is drained
    the curiosity from eager brains

  Then off to college most folks go
    where Truth is disseminated from Moscow

  A nursing home's a spruced-up jail
    from which residents would love to bail ...

  In between, we're on

Fruits of Effort

You reap what you sow
But if it was sabotaged,
Will it really, ever grow?
I fail to understand how
The seedling I did plant now
Was decayed when it erupt
As if it had been fed cyanide, stead water.
I must face what has grown
And accept what has shown
It was planted with love
And it did not grow a trove
But a murky

His Pedigree

His pedigree
was his degree
Rhodes scholar selection

Yet once in the fray
he was easy prey ~
Mettle, reality assayed

Mis-Educated

Nursey school and kindergarten
  were filled with hours of play

'Graders' first through third
  the 'Three R's' all day

The rest of school was one big blur
  some teachers - ma'am; others - sir

When we finished college at age 22
  we felt ready, thought we knew what to do

Only to find disappointment in

Not Yet I Say Not Yet

I am not ready yet to study for the test
I have two weeks and two days for honesty’s sake.
Nagging head voice keeps bugging me to look at the material
Not yet, I think. It’s not time yet.

We are down to a week and a day.
That is one hundred and ninety-two hours.
I bake Christmas cookies and go

Enlisting the Help of the Coach

I want to paint your nails Mrs. Kay.
No, I say. It might hurt.
She rolls her eyes and says, "Painting your nails doesn’t hurt!"
I say," I have heard it is like having your hair cut.  Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
She slaps herself in the forehead.
She is nine, and is easily lured in. 
We have a

She Had No Idea the Word Bra Was a Problem

She was standing outside her classroom when I arrived
I did not recognize her; I know I have had her class.
But they all wear a different mask every day; I barely recognize any of them.
I ask her for her name.
I am fabricating it due to confidentiality.
Let’s call her Rainbow.

Rainbow and I walked to the counselor’s office

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