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FLA
Forest Lake Academy
Writing, biology, anatomy
Where I first loved science
Found a word smith's defiance
Asian, male, teacher to blame
Don't remember his name
But he taught me well
And now I excel
White, female, teacher to blame
Don't remember her name
But she started me writing
Words come like thunder and lightning
And it's kinda exciting
Sensing synapses igniting
The proverbial bulb of light
An idea with untold height
The honor to write
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2017
TEACHERS ARE MENTORS AND ROLE
MODELS IN OUR SOCIETY TODAY
PASSING ON WISDOM AND KNOWLEDGE
IN THE MOST CARING WAY


IN THIS TURBULENT WORLD THAT
OUR YOUNG KIDS FACE TODAY
THEY NEED MENTORS OF STRENGTH
SO IT IS HARDER FOR THEM TOO STRAY


FOR THERE ARE PEER GROUPS
THE INTERNET SNAP CHAT AS WELL
THERE IS THE INFORMATION OVER LOAD
AND FUN STORIES TO TELL


GONE ARE THE DAYS OF ROMPER ROOM
MR SQUIGGLE AND THE FLOWER *** MEN
NOW OUR CHILDREN AT SCHOOL
HAVE TO LEARN AND DEFEND


BUT SOME LUCKY STUDENTS HAVE
COMPASSIONATE TEACHERS THAT ARE NEW
WITH SKILLS AND WISDOM
THAT THEY SHARE WITH YOU
IN OUR SOCIETY TODAY WE NEED ROLE MODELS THAT OUR KIDS CAN FOLLOW AND I WAS FORTUNATE TO COMPOSE THIS FOR A VERY SPECIAL TEACHER. SOME OF THE REFERENCES ARE ONLY FORM AUSTRALIA VERY SORRY.
Julie Grenness Feb 2017
What makes a teacher great?
With lots of kids, you must relate,
Cast aside your cares and woes,
It's like a stage, the classroom flows,
Look at things through their eyes, eh,
Make learning fun, but be firm each day,
Then send them home at the end of the day,
"Gee, I can't believe it's the holidays!":
Says no teacher ever,
Living legacies, really quite clever,
So, does that make a teacher great
With all those kids to relate?
Feedback welcome.
Tamal Kundu Dec 2016
I

School bag, blue shirt, hair parted on the right,
Daal-rice, clock ticking away in delight;
Cycles stop, wagons with seasonal crop,
Get to her class before the gates shut tight.

II

The obsession froths beyond the eavesdrop,
Secrecy brews a moral of Aesop;
Friends don't yet know, the fear that the eyes show,
Grows the need to shout it from the rooftop.

III

Geography is boring, the maps tow
Useless details such as where's Kosovo;
It's all pretense, the absorption intense,
But her attention sets the world aglow.

IV

The wistful heart struggles to make some sense
And accept pain at misery's expense;
Then her comment, and the motives ferment,
The surging tide sweeps over the heart's fence.

V

Evening is drunk with sunlight, the day's spent,
Menthol erases the cigarette scent;
She fades from sight, the mundanities write,
A long ride back under the clouds' intent.
Form: Rubaiyat
Feliz G Dec 2016
Hearts, like glass, they're spread across the floor, broken.
Once you try to fix it, you get cut in the process, and you're reminded why you're hurt.
Because you've hurt someone else.
Messed up once, messed up twice, OH CRAP 5 HEARTS ACROSS THE ****** BATTLEFIELD. Well, we've messed up too many times which we cannot forget. The thing is, who's next?
Sparkling Dust Nov 2016
Words are not enough to express
Our sorrow, our joy, our advices
So here are three roses
For us to commemorate your past successes

Three, we are sad to see you go
The school will miss the love you've shown
The lessons you've taught us, how life's a bow
That we are arrows aiming high, not low

Two, even though you will be far
Know that you have a home, our hearts
We are happy that you were a part
Of our school, you are golden stars

One, we wish you luck
Don't waste time when opportunities knock
Time can be told by a clock
But moments, in our hearts, they are locked

Cherish yours

Words are not enough to express
How much we love you, through worst or best
So before you go, here are three roses
To the Golden ones, see you again
“For the teachers who left for another adventure.”
AD Snail Oct 2016
You can hear the children secret cries.
You know what the adults have done,
But you don't utter a word.

The children have no clue why they run,
They just know never to disobey,
"The superior one."

They silence their words,
Allowing themselves to leave them in their throat.
While they choke on the wild thoughts,
As words are throw like daggers at them.

The superior ones,
That's what they call themselves,
But the children see them more as the monsters under their beds.

They children don't understand,
They just want to make the cruel monsters proud,
But their trying just gets throw back at them,
With insults as the bonus.

The children never utter words,
As mentally bruises are put upon their innocent minds.

They stay silent as they get bullied away by the superior ones.
Sometimes we have wonderful teachers, and sometimes we don't.
Anne Curtin Oct 2016
because I have been listening to
your bullying in my head 44 years
and that is 44 years too long.

Listen up Mrs. K
because in 4th grade you said
I was too fat and stupid to be a poet
and I'd be wasting paper anyway.

Now I have something to say.

Tonight in a bookstore filled
with people as my poetry group
launched our book, and I read my
my poems out loud - I was heard
I was good enough to be there.

Mrs. K, listen up
because I am a poet

and you are evicted.
GABRIELLE Sep 2016
Like a fire
During the rain,
A hail
On a deserted place,
Like an astronaut
That’s scared of heights,:
Structures of teachers
While giving future to the youth

Their blood has the color of gold
A treasure in disguise
A diamond
Shining each and everyday
They are saviors
A legend for sure
Taught us to mirror the future
Make it better than that

While learners turn to black and gray,
They use their chalk
To make it vibrant
Like a wrecked road
Alone in the middle of nowhere,
Fixed it
Then made it
A road to triumph
अननाय बेयो गोर्बोनि
आंगोनि आंगो सानना----
बे अननायननि खरागजों जों
खारदों आन्थोर आन्थोर
सोमखोर गसंथानो----
जिउनि बुब्लियाव----
*
आबादथिलियाव हाल एवना आबाद मावनो
आबादनि बेसेन दैखांनो
होनाय गोदै बिदिन्थियाव
जों ओंखारो आबाद थिलियाव
*
साननायनि अनजिमा फारियाव
जों सोलोंयो-बिदिन्थियाव
फारि फारि साननो
आबादनि बेसेन हुखांनो।
*
सोद्रोमथिनि खुद्रिनायाव
अहंनिफ्राय जों जानगारनो सोलोङो
अहिंसाथि लुबैनायाव ।

गासैबो दिन्थियाव जों गंग्लायो
सिबियो गंसे रेबगनजों।।
**
मान होयो दिनै दोंसे खन्थाइजों
नोंसोरनिनो मावदिन्थिजों
रेबगन गंसेनि लिरथिजों ।।।
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