My poetry teacher Miss Took
read out poems out of her book
one poem was so rude
it was verging on lewd
"Thought t'was the other, I mistook"
In a perpetual state of curiosity,
I am the lover—the amator,
consumed by the pursuit,
never arriving as the station's master.
Reshaped by the objects of affection—
endlessly revealing itself
with fresh eyes.
To be possessed by a god.
I am the midwife of ideas,
so come sit with me
and be courted every day.
A blossom faced urchin me ,
in a dream world as I sketch,
pink cloud smirk, blue vault swallow,
lakes, lagoons, rivers and streams,
a bold impish meander,
praise to the skies from teacher,
“You picture stuff well.”
.
When going to school at a tender age,
The little girl would put on her socks and shoes,
Give her parents a goodbye kiss,
And run out with her school bag and lunchbox,
A smile upon her face, filled with joy and happiness,
Excited to learn a new word from her teacher.
Days turned into months,
And months into years,
Until finally came her graduation day—
The day she would leave those beautiful school days behind.
Afterward, her school uniform and school necessities
Rested quietly in the wardrobe,
Becoming memories of her beautiful early days.
She looked at them, sighed, and said,
"Indeed, this is where you finally ended,
After being with me through my beautiful early days." ??
The slight Amish girl wore a plain bonnet
Her dress was plain yellow, nothing on it
Entirely covering body and limbs
No serendipity for her, no whims
Though in love with her debonair teacher
She was so demure, how would he reach her?
His picture under her pillow, she slept
Never dreaming – in her garden he crept!
She woke to the morn, felt somehow reborn
All doubts about her love, completely shorn
Skipping to school, her heart ne’er missed a beat
She came to class and flew into her seat
Seeing her love, she blew him two kisses
~ Two years on, they were Mister and Missus
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Well, OK. There are no steady feet in this poem, and neither is their reliable meter
Calling this a 'sonnet' makes me a bit of a cheater ~ gw
"Sometimes there are No feelings, just words that talk very loud." By Poet
Come let me tell you a story,
about a want to be writer.
A young girl's notebook filled,
filled with her writings.
How a teacher put her and her writings down,
letting the class laugh at her work.
She knew she had something to say,
even if they did not believe in her.
She believed in herself,
even when the world was in doubt.
She used ink as her paints for painting,
on her canvas called paper.
She learned about rhymes and limericks,
along with verse, acrostic and more.
So many styles to choose from,
what was a girl to do?
Just write more for her readers,
telling stories in her poems.
She loved how her magical words,
seemed to go dancing across the paper.
When she found PoetrySoup,
she felt like she had come home.
Other writers to help her learn,
even correcting her from time to time.
Comments to inspire her,
bringing out her creativity and imagination.
A true writer writes from their heart,
never letting anyone stop them.
She is beautiful, she was amazing
Always that
Still that, and will be, forever
She was my Russian language teacher
In the first moment, I loved her
The young innocent virgin boy
I loved her, but she failed me
At the end of the second year
I changed school
The perfect love was destroyed
Our paths have parted far away
It happened forty years ago
Only a few years different we have
She is so young, there is no age
She was a painting, now a dame
Her very being is etched into my soul and heart
Her memory can never be erased from my life
Never, never more in the time
My life was going into a dark labyrinth
Came just sufferings, pain, bad fate
Years and years passed away
Yes, unforgettable this perfect woman
This bleeding wound will never heal. Forever
Life, thank you for this woman
Her agonizing memory carves my soul
I love her through time and for eternity
Yes, forever
So many years ago, in the nineties
Yes, in a commercial school
You taught me
Oh, beautiful teacher, heavenly lady
I loved you, from the beginning,
And now I still love you
Time. Hmm. Fate. Distance
Separate us, but I can not forget you
Beautiful woman, you are in my heart
Always, at every time, I just think about you
Do you remember me? I was sixteen
And you a very young beautiful teacher
I can't delete you. My heart is my commander. I love you
Please, remember me, my soul was clean
Still waiting for you
remember childhood
some ate glue others cut hair
dangerous mixture
dull safety scissors
elmers glue bottles, glitter
tattered valentines
overwhelmed teacher
in sticky situations
over running sink
school
classrooms
halls echo
teacher shapes futures
chalk dust drifts throughout time
teacher's heart sparked eager minds
“my classroom days still warm my heart.”
Never Say what to do now....
Nature's Clock keeps on ticking,
Past sweet memories keep refreshing,
Future beckons to keep you moving,
Engage yourself in what you missed doing.
Enjoy every Sunrise and Sunset ,
Colourful Chemistry of Nature is cherishing,
Physics of motion will keep you accelerating,
Enjoy Gardening to hear trees speaking,
Mathematics and Statistics is fascinating,
Your Investments will keep Growing,
Chirping Birds will now sound amusing,
Guiding you to adapt to the seasons changing.
With research new technology keeps emerging,
Macro to micro and now to nano, size gets reducing,
With this scientific look out you are now retiring.
For Societal benefits you will always be striving
So, never say what will I do now.....
Jon asked the prof a simple question
His answer, shot back, “It’s complex”
Jon followed up with “Look, I pay $99.9k a year to go here”
Prof's answer, easy over, “That’s why we serve 100-proof beer”
An old herdsman said to his son
when one went astray,
untethered take note,
it just wandered away,
“You get my goat!”
A present pupil told the teacher
who the register was taking,
with such a serious cough,
the whole school was shaking,
“You tick me off!”
A bossy boyfriend informed his girl,
“We're going for a walk in the woods,”
but bitterly tired of being bossed,
she gave him the goods,
“You can get lost!”
The carpenter spoke to an apprentice,
yet, as his instruction received no thanks,
believed he was teaching a clown,
and, like sanding a pile of planks,
“You wear me down!”
Synchronized steps walked cautiously,
Wandered in the conductor's lair.
Where once was echoing laughter,
Now sits a soft-pedal chair.
Roaring and thunderous barrage,
Wry language that he called his own.
Brings a foundational pulse,
A groove he’s always shown.
Collectively, experienced-
The roaring of his defeat.
A community of healing-
Our drum circle- yields to the beat.
I built an altar in my mind, for wisdom rare,
For kindness shared.
Your words were scripture,your gaze divine.
I bowed to a light I thought was mine.
I carried your lessons, carved them deep.
A disciple’s faith, a vow to keep.
But in your eyes I was a weight,
An afterthought, a twist of fate.
My reverence met with cold disdain,
Devotion answered by quiet pain.
You were the sun, I was the dust.
I gave you worship, you gave mistrust.
The god I saw was flesh and bone,
And gods can leave you all alone.
So I learned that idols fall apart,
And faith can fracture the tender heart.
The mentor I raised upon the sky,
Saw me as nothing, and let me die.
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