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School Days

Wet plates of brainy salad
stalling amongst stale French Verbs
The severed heads of Queens
rot alongside the Thames
Sullen rain for the beavered
stuttering in its grief
The pretence of concentration
gapples with flames fury
amongst dusty books

School Days Songs-Nursery Rhyme

I learn lots of pleasant songs at my school,
Songs about blind mice, or stars like jewels,
And animals making sounds, here and there.
On Macdonald Farm, sounds are everywhere!

Sometimes, we sing of luckless Jack and Jill.
Jack had a bad fall, strolling up Bloom Hill.
Then there's a magic dragon, known as 'Puff', 
And ring a ring of roses, plunge down soft.

The song of sixpence, always great to sing,
With the tunes about small, ugly duckling,
And dancing round the maypole, first of May.
Then there's a muffin man, not far away.

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, we sing of John,
And the blue little boy, sleeping at dawn.
I love my golden school days, full of tunes,
Such fun, like chasing colorful balloons!


Written on 3/26/2023

School Days Now and Today

At 60 you hope for another school reunion
of your compatriots'
After all this was your first corporate flagship
(Blazers and satchels) 
Grandparents now, some retired
What is more reticent
is some of our teachers have died
but their legend lives on
such full characters
magnificent in their valour
deserving respect
Yet Facebook the great replacer
of friends reunited
cannot illicit enough responses
for a reunion or reaching out for figurines

School Is Full of Fun

School is full of fun,
But they say the fun has just begun,
But there are some people,
Who make the ambiance blue,
Yeah, I dedicate this to you,
The unwanted commenter who always beeps in through.

School is full of fun,
But they say the fun has just begun,
Because there are friends that are true,
Who always have your back in the blue,
Yeah, I dedicate this to you,
My friends and my parents who always stick with me like glue.

School is full of fun,
But they say the fun has just begun,
Because there are teachers to guide,
And memories to build,
Yeah, I dedicate this to,
All my favourite teachers who make my day bloom.

School is full of glory,
We all can agree.
Enjoy every bit,
With friends and teachers to avoid guilt.
Break the rules and play pranks,
And you will soon come to me to thank.
Because some day we will say,
We will miss the school days.

And then memories come running back like ablaze,
Then you will say "Ohh! those were some fine days."

School Days

Recall language class?
All “onomatopoeia” -
Blah, scritch, creak, tick, ring!

High School Days

counting every line
waiting for the moment to read
thankfully bell rings

Leaving School Days

The best time when you enjoy
Most of being alive,
Is somewhat gonna be over
With the end of your school life. 

From playschool to primary
From primary to high school
It's a place where you get
And leave behind your childhood. 

A mysterious fun in attending 
Those days, we never know
Until it strikes our head as memories
When everything will go. 

No more blackboards to stare at
No more desks to lie on
No more rules to break and 
No more arguments to do what you want. 

Although many things have got over 
But school is not the end.
Maybe you'll have a different fun
In a new college with new friends. 

                                                                    29 October 2014

Boring Day

I just opened 
my history book
cause i thought
to have a look.

How to face 
such a boring day
have a mood 
to go and play.

loosing my patience
and now can't wait
just counting the time
to open school gate.

Lectures are boring
and so the boring time
i just want 
a funful rhyme.

Peeping out of the window
looking at the ground
it took away my heart
the lovely nature sound.

A little bird staring me 
up the neem tree
as if she also know
i want to roam free.

suddenly something hits me 
up on my chin 
i get to know that
it's something very thin.

My teacher hits me 
and ask me to stand
she ask me to show
my little pretty hand.

She came near me
holding a fearful stick
i shivered thinking that
my be her mind had got sick.

When no option left 
i showed her my hand
my heart beating faster 
as if i came to an end.

My eyes filled with fear
when i saw the stick hanged
and guess what happend next
"THE SCHOOL BELL"ranged.

Good Old School Days

Asked to write a poem
  about Ancient Greece and Rome
The witty student said he would
  but he really didn't know 'em

Not one to be outdone
  the wily prof shot back ~
Plus a five-page paper
  analyzing your wisecrack

School Days

School day memories,
Were Maths and literacy,
Did compound interest, you see,
Before decimal currency,
Had no calculators, 
Used our brains, good for later!

School Days :: Miniature Verse

Seen a lot of shun, detest
none gave him support
throughout childhood in school days.
Discarded with snort
by many, stating can't do;
for him 'twas mental wound.
Never told, why he can't do,
What's lacked, he never found;
Not informed what was defect
and what to do to correct.

He was not like his class mates.
Does worth gets judged by
money power? His dad couldn’t 
afford fund for high
school. But he was happy with
what dad gave. Unable
to afford is not his fault.
Hoped they must be able
to judge the performance based
on score, not how parents placed.
~*~*~

School Days

where did they go - days rusty with recall 
segments of memory here and there
vacant at times
youth was on my side - wanting knowledge
like siblings - wanting to grow up
explore independence - to read
so wanted to ride the yellow bus   

pot holes filled with snowdrifts 
and mud puddles - such a long ride
to get smart and make friends
school seemed so far away
I tired with lack of sleep - making stops
adding friends to ride the distance

I liked that school allowed play time
but also insisted a nap before math 
no fussing - the day was long 
I welcomed the new curriculum

reading was more difficult - hearing poor
my struggle for sounds to read Dick and Jane
to understand and to grasp  
recalling now - it was so hard

Copyright © 2018 By Caryl S. Muzzey

School Days

Going to School 
  
My school days was not a happy one,
although history and writing was interesting
I wrote that my father had a herd of camels
in Morocco, but math eluded me.
Something like, a baker who has two eggs and flour
how many cakes does he make? Who the hell is am I supposed to know.
 The after school was more interesting I biked
 around pretending to be an explorer and
played detective with scant success.
When not doing that the local library was my plank
from the triteness every day of poverty.
They knew me well at the library I can still smell
the books and the world they brought me.
Alas, the one I used has been closed down the politicians 
of today always save money for the wrong thing.

Eevergreen School Days

Evergreen school days...... 
 
Our evergreen school days
will not come back again
From the nursery to high school
we learned the best
and the best that taught by our teachers
Our school life was full of cheers
and lived with full of mischievous
but the discipline was maintained well
We sang and danced without
thinking of our future.
We spent money without earned them
When the school start after the vacation
we meet our friends happily and 
welcomed new friends dearly
We played all the games and we won
many games with out care of sun or rain
Many years have been gone
today we live different parts of the world
but the memories of our school days
will live in our hearts as ever green days.

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

All rights are reserved @ 2108 - Ravi Sathasivam

Old School Days

(Dedication: For the people that
I went to school with, Class of 1971, 
SJI, Singapore.)
This Acrostic poem reads:
"SJI Our Class of SeventyOne"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



So many years have flown away,
Joy streams right here as dawn flings play,
Ink stains once clear hark to old days.


Once way back when school days did tell,
Urge of bright dreams forged pursuits grand;
Rich moments then brought fond ground swell.
Choice in swift streams each did attend,


Life spoke to each a purpose sure,
Apt voice did give to matters bright;
Sights within reach in impulse pure,
Such poise to live vocation right.


Opt thus to be your poignant fate,
Free will to fund the flight of flair.
Sought just to see early not late,
Each to greet fun in vital air;


Vet now the years of toils and cares,
Enlist and stay the course and path;
Notes that endear our crucial fares,
Touch well and pray with work enough;


Yield to love's call as hope works maze.
One by one fit to mellow cheer,
Now sweet and gall bring happy craze;
Embrace fond wit with fest right here.




Leon Enriquez
29 July 2017
Singapore

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