Short School Work Poems
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His pedigree
was his degree
Rhodes scholar selection
Yet once in the fray
he was easy prey ~
Mettle, reality assayed
don't put it aside
this goes world wide
i will be your gulld
be alert
do your school work
don't be a jerk
it school
HOME WORK
you can bet
theyer best yet
this i can say
day by day
they went the right way
got there school work don
my repect they won
am
PROUND OF MY SONS
School work leads to thrilling careers
Say hooray hip hip--give three cheers!
A student's new skill
Brings success just until
The bill for the loan's in arrears!
Whatever happened to competition
Educators today stress collaboration
The students learn how to cooperate, to get along ~
When they go to work, it's "Do your job" or "So Long"
Leaving the house to go to work,
making sure I have,
my car keys,
my house keys,
extra money,
my cup of coffee,
a notebook,
a picture book,
a juice box,
my cell phone
and I am ready to go.
An old hockey stick
Cut off the broken bottom
Tennis ball affixed
A first grader said
“Looks like a thing-a-ma-jig
What do you call it?”
"Black mark remover
Is the name it’s been given"
"That is a cool name"
(You, custodians
Know exactly what it is
And what it is for)
Every child in school owns a pencil
Used for bringing out a writing skill
It always goes with the sharpener
So it writes clearly on a paper
Sometimes it styles in many colors
Also smells in different flavors
In school it is very important
Need to have this not only for want
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 the job every day
where we're overworked and underpaid
When I start to write,
I scribble what's on my mind.
Sometimes I have no idea what my pen puts on paper,
But in the end it all comes together.
I can be paying attention in class,
But when a rhyme pops in my head, school work comes last.
Right now, writing is something I love to do.
Who knows, maybe one day I'll fall in love with something new.
again I sit in the seat of a student, back to being a kid.
back to the realities of life, in which I have hid.
again come the papers and exams
back to the all nighters and study crams
again set outside of this basic mold
back to the iron bars, secluded and cold
I am who I am, set outside of the box
my mind is my own, and my thoughts are unlocked
When I finally stop doing schoolwork
I can start to create my future plans
Those that I have always dreamed lovingly
Making websites for many wanting one
Money will start flowing back to me now
As I will be making what clients want
My dream, my future, my ideal life
But first I must do what I need to do
Finish my schoolwork and get my degree
Russell Sivey
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 our workplace debut
~ What we'd learned all those years just wouldn't do
To those of us that love to teach
Take kids away,
even if
they stay.
Stories, music, objects,
and thoughts
are what we play.
We can write,
speak, draw,
or act.
Become the place
and the thing.
Now write about us
in that place.
"I am the wind, I like to blow things."
Whatever we want
to think or be
is okay.
Make a living meadow
or a bear.
"GrrRRR!"
Take kids away
even if
we stay...
We watched from the upstairs window
when we retreated from Dad’s bellicose anger,
that family next-door laughed and played
as if they had nothing to fear from adults
who put on a happy face when out and about
but dissolved into dark shadows at home,
dark shadows that whispered evil things
and shouted when you tried to explain
there was school work needed done,
and please don’t leave a bruise the teachers can see.
Missed my submission of poem in the first PS anthology
I think I was travelling that time or in a very long journey
Second submission, I think I’ve missed because I was so busy
Perhaps focused on my school work, no one had pinched me
Third submission, now announcements around I see
But which of my poems is/are worth for publication, can you tell me
I think I need an editor, can you help me my dear mentors of poetry?
May 12, 2023 3.40pm
the insistent dragons are back
I watch them fly over Gibraltar hill.
Outside petunias are crowding toward the house
There is a castle waiting for me in the distance
I move closer to the lace curtains.
Wanting to get a better look at my destiny.
Find myself staring at the woman I will be one day.
She gives me a resigned look.
Teddy bear sidles closer, and I cuddle him.
My school work can wait.
The dragons have a message.
I strain to hear, to understand, to be the real me.