I could barely juggle my job and my life
the bumper car freeway caused me oodles of strife
to and from school, it was a circus for sure
the drivers are mean, their motives impure
the clown dance I had to do at work was annoying
the children who were rewarded were the ones always toying
the principal had all of us teachers on a merry-go-round
we never felt respected, the place was not sound.
I was young at age but old enough to recognize cruelty
My eyes watered and my tummy ached
I was scared and embarrassed
With wet trousers my tiny thin legs- Shaked
I had raised my hand to go to the john
But my fourth-grade teacher, whom I'll never forget
She wouldn't let me go, why- I don't know?
But I know it was her fault, that I was soaking wet
The kids in my classroom stared at me shaking
Watching me crying, my eyes dripping water
Who will she not let go next?
The boy who sat next to me- or somebody's daughter
My mother, may she rest in peace
Rushed to the school to bring me some dry clothes
She spoke to the principle in a fiery rage
That's when all hell broke out, and a firing arose
That was the last time I saw that mean teacher
Never again would she teach in that school
I hope that she learned a good lesson in life
It's not very nice to be disturbingly cruel
Feeling a bit scaly
and my usual fleet-footed
I followed a lizard
into an evaporating wash --
somehow, all living critters
eventually enter the wash -- the
lizard looking for insects, and the
coyote looking for lizards
and to drink from a puddle
of water -- more like
a thimble full, the sun reclaims
quickly when 120 -- dwellers learn
to conserve, survive on less
in the desert; did not see
one environmentalist though;
probably in a comfy college
dorm, or staff lounge, sipping ice-tea,
writing his or her next hit piece, main
focus on how he or she suffers along with
a greatly abused planet. Gulp, gulp!
Honestly, I prefer the company of lizards,
coyotes, and an occasional rattler -- always
having found the desert far more hospitable
than Arid intellect.
Lifetime potter of youngs' hearts and minds
Entrusted in her care, such selfworth they’ll find
Ninja to many obstacles drawing strengths from the Divine
Generously share God's blessings bringing you sunshine.
~ Based on the song, "What Did You Learn in School
Today?" written by Tom Paxton; popularized by
Pete Seeger ~
What did you learn in school today, son
What did they teach in school
I learned how to protest my country, Dad
They taught me that violence pays
What class did you learn that in, my son
Do you remember the teacher’s name
I learned that in Geometry, Dad
And my teacher’s Mr. Uppin Flames
Why you leaving the house now, son
Not ‘til your homework’s done
My assignment’s to attend a protest rally
Hey, Dad ~ Can I borrow your gun
Oh, what did you learn in school today
What did the teacher say
I learned how to protest the US of A
My teacher said violence pays
Nervous and shaking, a smile on my face,
I took my first steps in a teacher's place.
Six plus three is eight
School is really great
Two plus five is nine
It’s never been this fine
One times one is four
My teacher I adore
Math comes to me so easily
~ Why’d I get a ‘B’
Taunted by luxury, a life of ease.
I struggled to utter the words, “sir, please”?
I’d become distraught by my circumstance.
I saw no way alone; I could advance.
I knew the time in my life had now come,
To lose my ego, ask help from someone.
With all my money, I’d still have to ask,
Or accept my failure at this one task.
With money and self my only allies,
Having no solution was a surprise.
Sometimes our dreams may require another,
Like a friend, stranger, sister, or brother.
With my deepest desire, I long to teach.
Without another, it’s out of my reach.
...it is impossible for God to lie, we who have taken refuge
would have strong encouragement to hold firmly
to the hope set before us."
Hebrews 6:18
Some parents fortify, supporting kids
to stay on top when testing waters’ depth.
Great expectations, ends, ev’n enemies,
are God's Supply, the wind and weight of wings.
A worthy teacher who embraces life
communicates those skills which stay the storms
for fledgling sailors, novice on their course.
God’s Sacred Scriptures give sound teaching scope.
A mentor stands as aide to steady growth
for doubting deckhands who can misconstrue.
Wise lessons bear resolve for hasty choice
when God's own Spirit is the mainstay - truth.
An anchor is one worthy of belief,
whose balance holds the navigator’s trust-
that hope which guardsmen put in the Pilot’s hand
God's Son, my Anchor, yea my Cornerstone.
I taught my little daughter
how to ford the raging water.
And I taught my little son
how to calm a storm not yet begun.
Just so they would know ~ how it is done.
IN GOD’S OCCUPATION
In all God’s seasons,
Labors of love are engaged:
Thus, be who you are.
You have been chosen by God,
To be the TEACHER'S teacher:-
Every wonder where they come from?
I’m just glad that I still get some.
Sometimes they’re pleasant and seem good,
sometimes vague and misunderstood.
At times they’re funny or bizarre,
like riding on a shooting star.
Often it seems they’re teaching me,
past life lessons I didn’t see.
Sometimes one seems like dejavu,
in another time I was you.
Then there was one, I wasn’t a man,
my whole body was made of sand.
Dreams are intriguing, so much fun.
Recurring dreams are never done.
My early childhood was great, I was the first born.
My mother had five children after me so I mostly remember
spending lots of time with my doting grandmother
who kept me busy learning to sew & knit before I could read & write.
I had such enthusiasm and benefited from tons of attention.
Creativity was a game to me and I learned to value time.
When I was nine, we moved far away and life changed overnight.
I was really lucky to land a grade 5 teacher who guided me
to learn english at an accelerated rate. I was a good student.
I've always been particularly thankful to both, teacher and grandmother.
they truly helped mold me into the person I turned out to be.
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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