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polka 4d
is the ******* teacher
who tells you what you could have done to get an A
when you've already turned in your D level assignment.

have i learned anything?
we'll see.
Don't think you can make your own way
Without any guidance
That's why Allah appointed
Two teachers
For everyone of us.
On teachers’ day, a mention to the biggest teachers of our lives.
exist Sep 18
we could all be a teacher
we’re all wise about something
taught lessons we didn’t ask for
as we make our way through life
and we can teach people going through
similar things
what we learned from those lessons
we’re all just naive students and teachers
in this school called life
that have learned so much
and have so much to tell about
yet have so much to learn
the school of life
Saroj Basnet Sep 4
With trembling legs i boarded the bus,
Looking at the monsters around me...
Taking the corner seat,
Lost myself in the cover of book....
I m gonna write in years,

Legs denied the initial step....
But the gentle hand holds my hand,
Taking my fear away...
To Mary-Go-Round & See-Saw,
Charm started flooding my face...
N so i made the cover of my book,

Day by day shivering legs got stronger..
Monsters now seems to be human,
N corner seat faded away...
As tiny-tot reforms to be kid,
Every new day was an adventure....
To write down a new chapter.

Jumping to school from kindergarten,
Slowly playgrounds enlarged..
From See-saw to indoors,
Mary-go- round to outdoors....
Alphabets become theories...
Lovely rhymes turned out,
To scientific logic ...
Brain has increased,
Memory is still in childhood..
N this took me to new phase,
A new chapter of my book.

Learning in this phase....
Numeral hands help me to grow,
Guide my through my path...
Taught me to live,
Embracing the happiness...
I made memories with them,
Print them in My heart...
Making another superb chapter.

Visualising the decline..
In length of smooth road,
Adventure seems to...
Be scattered n different,
But still with hope to be together...
I give the full stop,
To be best gift ever.."My School Days".
I really miss those days......N now with time it has become the fading memories captured within the words.
Lawrence Hall Aug 11
The principal in a cool cartoon tee
His fashion sneakers squeaking across the floor
Sets out candy, pizzas, and canned sodas
Arranges a door prize, and assembles the faculty

Requires them to sign in so he can check on them
Orders them to hold hands and sing the school song
Reminds them they are all one big family
As a preface to his primary agenda:

To tell them to be more professional
The principal in a cool cartoon tee
from LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, 2014, available from amazon.com as bits of dead tree and on the Kindle
Lawrence Hall Aug 10
Avuncular in his style, jolly and loud
An epiphany with an entourage
Of functionaries who survey the crowd
For any lack of enthusiasm

Applaud they must, wearing upon command
Cheap slogan tees averring that their school
Is like totally awesome and ‘way cool
They leap and bounce and cheer as they are told

Chanting a theme, this year’s predictable theme
Desperately cute, a motivational meme -
Oh, those childish, subservient creatures!
The worst part is that they are the
                                                             ­      teachers
We Are
Of The
We are images/selfies of the invisible ***!
Red Brush Jul 15
So rocks, I thought, were not exciting
Then one day my teacher asked me;
Did you know there are rocks melting
Underneath us that we don't see?

What do you mean? Asked I curious.
Yes, there's hot lava in the earth's core
Which cools down to form rocks igneous.
Isn't that crazy? But there's more!

So went on she, and shared for long,
How cool rocks are, as I nodded along.
So now I know rocks are boring as ****,
But seems its facts, makes time stand still.
You must’ve seen millions of us kids,
Starting out so tiny
Knowing just a thing or two about the world
But thinking we know everything
And you look at us and laugh,
You’ve experienced all of this,
And you say, it’s not so hard,
But it’s not too easy

And you take us by the hand,
And show us what this world is,
You tell us there are a lot of things,
We need to worry about,
But it’s okay to laugh,
You’re standing at a roundabout,

You try not to leave us in the dark,
Unless you know for sure we can find our way, Out to the light,
So that we can be stronger, older, wiser, and see what is right
Your face set stern,
But your eyes shine, bright,
Because you care,
And when you know it’s right
You show us your might,
So we’ll not get into a fight,
Once our calm takes flight

We know we’re frustrating,
Loud, uncaring even,
But you bear all of that,
So that we can become,
The driving life force,
The leaders,
Of tomorrow’s world,
Which wouldn’t be so,
Without the parents who raised them,
Without the teachers who taught them,
You will always be in our hearts, and memories
You took us by the hand,
And showed us what this world is,
And that we need to worry about
A lot of things
But it’s okay to laugh,

For we may as well enjoy,
Solving tomorrow’s problems,
And live a full life,

For we realize,
We couldn’t have been here,
Facing all our fears?
But for that one person, who to us,
Was near and dear,
To end our confusion with cheers

Our mother.
Our father.
Our teacher.
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