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Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Teach me
the birds and the bee's knees,
and I'll tell you about
the wolf in cheap clothing,
he gets his threads
at deep discount.

Recite me
the letters of the alphabet,
and I'll unleash upon you
questions and vowels,
AEIOU
and sometimes why (?)

Lecture me
on the dangers of fast food,
and I'll give you total recall
of the taco meat,
ring the bell
even-steven.
Learning and teaching should go both ways.
Colm Dec 2019
Done
I am finished
Putting maximum effort
Into something that my heart is so minimally invested in
The End Of An Educational Road

This could be anything, for anyone. But as for me and my stuff. I've grown tired of the old ways and more familiar ways. The ones that I trusted in initially. Though they worked for a spell, it's time for the new.

Righto.
hi Jun 2019
I was six when we used to play fairy
The unknown didn’t even bother me,
I went along with the rhythm
The neighborhood was my kingdom
The front yard was my palace
And nothing has malice.

We used to play pretends
Along with friends, without stupid trends
Worlds of magic and fantasy,
Flashily, randomly, valiantly, yet on rhapsody.
We made up spells and slayed dragons.
Years later, we had our own battles.

We looked at each other and all they think about is ***
All they do now is flex
Milktea, Sampgyupsal, Iphone X
Everybody now is an object of what's next.
Those things that should be treasured forever,
I wonder if they still remember.

Remember how the cold breeze of Christmas mixed well in December,
How "Ber Months" was welcomed by September,
How happy it was to do trick or treats at November
When celebrations meant for every family member to be together.
People forgot so fast like it was plaque,
No one even tried to be awake.

Kids these days will never understand
The heat of afternoon I withstand
To play "Patintero", "Garter" and "Piko"
How we chased "Binatog" and "Taho"
To have our bare foot at the heat or wet ground
With ignorance at our feet, we had the world as our playground.

All I seen in social media is words,
Words of people who wants likes and hearts.
I guess only few remember,
How good it was when we were younger.
Ignorance was bliss
When did we become like this?
I've read a poem here entitled "Ignorance was Bliss" so I decided to make my own version. No plagiarism intended, full credits to the rightful owner of the idea, unfortunately I can't find the poem anymore and I can't give proper credits.
ZzyiP May 2018
there are chains on my desk,
you cant see them but i can,
in fact i can feel them.
i can feel them tight around my neck
pulling me away from my soul.
they slowly drag me 'forward'.
my grip on freedom weakens as the links tussle my neck,
the singing of birds fade and become more distant.
singing choirs cease to sing.
the sun shines differently,
its a dim light with no glimmer anymore.
i see less colours now and my muscles ache.
i move less, smell less, feel less.
its cold as i subdue to the pull.
my clattering and rebellious steps form rhythm
my legs conform as i march in sync with all the same misfortunates around me
dragged and dragged we march
there is no point to resist
now we march
confidently we march
but our souls were left behind
school, exams, educational system.
Always step forward
There is more for you to gain
Do not hide in the shadows
And be stuck in the rain
Get a hold of yourself
Be the beacon of light
Continue to inspire
Right through the night
Keep those feet moving
And be willing to try
Have a positive outlook on matters
Do not let opportunity pass you by
When a chance is there
Assert yourself accordingly
Have that strong will
Always take responsibility
Stay within the range
And live your life
Do not settle for less
Avoid confusion and strife
You can go so far
Just put your mind to it
Open those books
Edify yourself and be legit
Have a will to learn
And be your best
Possess a can do attitude
Always show your gratitude
Be at the top of your class
Continue to shine
Shout it out loud
Get that piece of paper and make your parents proud
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