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GaryFairy Sep 2021
break down the student, break down the test
if everyone knows, then we only mean best
break down the teacher, break down the desk
which one is bigger? less class or class less?
break down the hallways, break down the school
which one is the dunce with his own stool?
break down the walls, break down the fool
you know you're done learning when you need a new tool
Thomas Steyer Jul 2021
"I know where you live", he said,
"so it's best that you'll behave.
Don't get me angry or else,
I'll make you dig your own grave."

"Why are you like that", I said.
"I don't know what wrong I've done."
"You know what it's about", he yelled,
"you've been unfair to my son."

"But Brian is not the talent as you think,
he's insubordinate and mostly rude,
he will probably fail the term,
if he continues in this attitude."

"But isn't it your responsibility
to turn him into a decent being?"
"Education begins at home, you know,
although your kin might be disagreeing."
082021

Mas malalim pa ang gabi
Kaysa sa aking mga matang alikabok ang tinta.
Ang mga kulisap at kuliglig
Ay nagtatagisan ng mga boses
At sabay-sabay na nakikipagtalastasan
Kung kanino ba papanig
Ang buwang hugis pamato sa larong kalye.

Sinasabi nilang ang aming lugar ay dating liblib
Noong panahon pa ng mga Hapones.
Kaya’t nagbakasali akong
Kaya ko silang paniwalaan
Pagkat ni minsa’y hindi naman ako
Nakapagpantig ng mga salitang
Nakakahon sa iisang pangungusap.

Natatandaan ko pa ngang
Sa tuwing tumatanghod ako
Sa aming bintana sa umaga’y
Sabay ding magsisiingay ang nagtitinda ng taho
At nambabato ng dyaryo
Patungo sa aming pintuan.

Si Inay ay gagayak para sa bagong balita,
Habang ako’y gagayahin ang sigaw ni Manong
At titikim ng paborito kong agahan at panghimagas.

Habang sya’y papalapit
Ay kusang malalagas
Ang mga pakpak ng kanyang tsinelas
At kanyang ilalapag ang papel na inilimbag daw
Sa pabrika ng kanyang kaklase noon
Na anak-mayaman.

Sa isip ko’y nais ko sanang masiyasat rin
Ang mga letrang nakatambad sa aking harapan
At bigyang buhay ang mga papel
At baka sakaling,
Maging bihasa rin ako gaya ng iba.

Kung sabagay, ang lahat naman ng aking mithiin
Ay kusang maglalaho
Kasabay ng aking mga panagip.
Ang lahat naman ng nasisinagan ng apoy
Ay maya-maya ring magpapalamon
At magpapaubaya
Sa kadilimang bunsod ng panahong
May paulit-ulit na panimula’t katapusan.

Sabagay, ang lahat nama’y
Magmimistulang pandagdag lasa na lamang
Sa nanlilomos na alab at nagmimitsang pagpapaalam.

Naubos na ang bawat pahina
Ngunit di ko man lamang nagawang simulan
Ang pangangalap kung nasaan na ba si Itay.
Saan nga ba ang aming magiging tagpuan?
Saan at kailan nga ba ang hangin
Ang mismong sasabay sa aking paghikbi nang walang katapusan?
Jammit Janet Jul 2021
#84
Bigger that Xucha 🚀✨
Jojo Siwa 👩‍🎤✨
Tatiana, and Mr. Rogers 🎶✨
She creates her own legend 📓✨

Building children up 👶✨
Educating 🍎✨
People of all kinds of genres 📚✨

Turning all their pages 📖✨
Until she finds the current plot ⏰✨
Ready with her pen ✍️✨
To help them connect the dots \/\/\|\🖊
To view the bigger and smaller picture 🖼
With lots of love 💖✨
And pleasant thoughts 🌈✨
Caosín Jul 2021
my teachers say i'm good at writing
they say i'm at
GCSE level.
But they don't understand how i work
i don't write.
The writing writes me,
the writing writes the writer.
I take inspiration as it comes,
and when it flees i'm left with nothing.
I'm thrown into a room of children
lower than my level
and they expect me to
learn?!?
What a ******* joke.
Jammit Janet Jul 2021
#66
The power of play 🧸✨
Is more than just a mechanism to keep the blues away 😔✨
It is the catalyst 🔥✨
To self exploration 🌈✨
Learning what I like and don’t like 👍✨
Coming to terms with feelings 💧✨
Minimizing future frustrations 👹✨
Acquiring knowledge with meaning 📚✨
Jammit Janet Jul 2021
#61
Educational hangover
You rewrote my internal story
Switched around the dialogue
Kept my life anything but boring

Educational hangover
You got me drunk on knowledge
Faded on grades
Homework stacked
Books for days
Dave Robertson Jun 2021
My word
nothing does love/hate
quite as poetically
as a teacher reaching holiday’s end

intrinsic guilt of ‘not having done’
bound up with seeing our colleagues
loved and hated
again

and those ******, beautiful, ugly
broken-bright
impossible-everyday kids

my words
Dave Robertson Jun 2021
Here’s my thinking:
Sir Kevan probably gave a decent plan
with solid foundations and associated cost
not loss
and all the Ricardians could see
was that it wasn’t all me, me, me
and so slashed away and thought:
those dumb enough to teach
can eat the **** sandwich
it’s not like they do anything that matters,
****** chattering classes,
now, how do we get them to do childcare
for the next six weeks
to stop the knived dead
and angry, apoplectic kids
and make sure their drone folks are on the lines
to feed our fat, fatcat selves?
I’m sure that Portia works for Ofsted...
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