she was as curvy and convex as a teacher can be
with green eyes that glowed like a Venus moon
Bait for enticement, making students eager for advisement
the males congregated as if she was a new queen to the hive
we females were irritated she had stolen our thunder
IRIS...IRIS
You're a Virus!
I hate your crying
And abhor your whining!
We made a Choo-Choo
You cried blue
When I squeezed your shoulders
To make you bolder!
You whined, "Nooo!"
Halting my show!
IRIS...IRIS...
You're a TYRANT!
I did my best to toughen you up
But, you spilled "all the milk" in your paper cup
When you cried out the single word "No!"
Now, who on earth, would ever know
You boxed me OUT - cold like Tyson
On life's cityscape ring in the world's horizon!
Oh, yes...you did...Iris..Iris!
You SURE did make an Iris..Iris
Out of ME
Forever a tyrant, I shall deem you be....
612.
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Students
Santa Muerte, Godmother of Students
Godmother of Students, oh Sacred Madrina
Bless all students that they become benevolents
Protect them from harm, our Great Valedora
Bless all students who face many challenges
Do not abandon them, our Dear Protectora
Protect our students who observe honesty & goodness
Our students who believe you, our Grand Patrona.
Amen.
-10/12/2018
(Dumarao)
*Special Intentions to Godmother Santa Muerte
I am grateful for a lesson I learned while teaching…
which I wish was more well known:
How every child whom we meet
we should treat just like our own.
How every child should be accepted
welcomed with kind and open arms when greeted…
and treated the same way we would hope
our own children will be treated.
I am grateful for a lesson I learned while teaching…
which I wish was more well known:
How every child whom we meet
we should treat just like our own.
How every child should be accepted
welcomed with kind and open arms when greeted…
and treated the same way we would hope
our own children will be treated.
The midnight bell chimed through
the empty halls.
Dust settled softly over trophies
on the walls.
Lockers slammed shut with a
metallic, sudden boom.
As freezing air flooded inside the
history room.
Footsteps echoed sharply down
the dim West Wing.
Through no one was there to hear
the sirens sing.
A phantom chalkboard wrote a
single name in red.
The roster of the students who
were long since dead.
I hid beneath the desk, my
breathing sharp and fast.
Trapped inside a prison built of a
horrific past.
The heavy smell of smoke began
to choke the air.
As phantom fire crackled wildly
down the stairs.
Then shadows stretched out from
the dark gymnasium floor.
And skeletal hands began to rattle
every door.
The guidance counselor's door
swung slowly, widely wide.
Revealing teeth and glowing eyes
that waited deep inside.
The hallway lengthened out into a
endless maze.
As glowing red eyes locked into my
terrified gaze.
They ask the tool and take the answer fast,
With no uncertain doubts they ever cast.
The words look good, the lines are smooth and neat,
But funny faults lie low in the sheet.
They skip the work that builds a curious mind,
And leave their deeper thoughts way behind.
Their borrowed lines will fade and fall away,
Like morning dews that vanish in the day.
So, learn to think, to doubt, to test and see,
Or lose your voice and your personality.
7/5/2026
262.
Prayer for My 2 Dead Students
I pray for the soul of my student, Ariel
And also for the soul of my student, Johndel
The first one died of hit-and-run
The second one died of a bullet of gun
I pray that they both obtain justice
I pray that they both rest in peace!
-03/14/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems Collection
Eddie says,
In Deutschland, school is free, a total score!
In Italy, the table is mighty light!
But here, the debt reaches astounding heights
And leaves us face-down on the floor!
This student debt is such a massive chore.
Online certificates? Yeah, they're alright.
College, for most learners is overpriced.
Because the Ivy League's a big debt score.
We need some healthcare for every old soul,
Not med bills that're totally out of whack!
It's bogus how they strip us of control.
The student debt system is busted crap.
Let's strive to use reason to reach our goal,
With education and health on fast track!
Winners collect
on Spellin' Bees.
But studyin'...is
Tedious, such a Chore.
Trophies, ribbons,
cake, ice-cream.
Applause for pupils
who place fourth.
Winners collect
on Spellin' Bees.
But crammin'...is
Ho-Hum, such a Bore.
Knowledge, gift cards,
free-day sprees.
Treats for students
who can score.
The library is a well.
Everyone drinks here without coins,
without proving they deserve water.
Come inside.
The old man reads his newspaper by the window,
teenagers cluster around computers like moths to light,
a mother spreads picture books on the floor
while her children build towers from blocks.
This is the hearth where strangers warm themselves,
the table where rich and poor sit down together,
passing knowledge like bread,
hand to hand.
Outside,
the world charges for everything,
a chair costs money,
warmth costs money,
even standing still in the wrong place costs something.
But here the door opens.
Here the librarian says How can I help you? to everyone,
no matter what's in their wallet or their past.
This is what democracy looks like up close:
bodies in chairs,
hands on books,
people teaching themselves to grow
toward light like seeds in a shared garden.
When the library closes,
we scatter back into the cold world.
But tomorrow the doors open again,
the lights come on,
and we return to this last free place,
this harbour,
this home we're learning to protect.
Nurturing minds with hope anew,
Every lesson a guiding light,
Words of wisdom, hearts to pursue.
Yesterday’s challenges fade away,
Eager dreams in the classroom bloom,
Aspiring students lead the way,
Resolute, we step into 2026’s room.
You, AI and me
Are preparing the world to make free
From the obstructions of learning
Building the era of a new beginning!
You, AI and me
Burning old fashioned paper of thee,
Take thou to mobile's touch screening
Demolishing your habit of imagining!
You, AI and me
Being in virtual classrooms with glee,
Stare together human teachers leaving
With their emotions and love preying.
You, AI and me
Are now happy to be carefree;
None is left for scolding,
No one for caring!
Is your school happy to be prevailing?
it was the last day of school in 1963
the teachers were as excited as adults can be
tug of war with a rope could land students in the pond
they wanted to get them all wet, it was a common bond
Teach them how to discern and learn,
Don’t leave them helpless to crash and burn.
Teaching them just content, they learn it your way.
Teach them the process of learning today,
You give them a lifetime of learning every day.
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