"educates" poems
What is the difference,
Asked the educator,
*Between being skillful,
Such as a **********
And being educated,
Such as a teacher?*
Well, replied a prostitue,
*One educates skillfully,
The other skillfully educates.*
Which is which?
The educator responded.
Depends, said the **********
On the pay and benefits.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
I am surrounded by empty booths
& four sides clothed in beige,
highlighted by hanging globe- lanterns casting a serene aura.
The swing of the kitchen door
greets me, the lone patron
who has placed his order
for miso soup &
white sticky rice.
My placemat educates
me about the zodiac &
I can almost hear the
creaking of the bamboo
painted on the walls,
it leaves me
feeling nice
inside.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
Strong in her confidence,
and confident in her strength,
she graces the world with **** wisdom.
The glow in her eyes matches the
simple beauty of a sunrise.
The art from her mouth
and the wisdom from her fingertips
educates my body and satisfies my mind.
We are an ****** philosophical collision,
as the world spins around us, blurry yet clear;
and the sacredness of the unknown shatters.
We are left breathing in beautiful, familiar air,
and with the touch of a kindred soul.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC
Late at night I sat in the dark
Was about to face the bed
When I got a bad feeling
Something wasn't right
But I quenched the terror
And faced the bed
Just two hours gone by
I stare at the ceiling
No longer night
But not yet day
Sickness overwhelms me
As I stare at the ceiling
How can such a day improve
When nothing started right
But as day closes in
The darkness dissolves
Dare I get hopeful
When nothing started right
The dark winter not yet forgotten
A stream of light flows through
Lurking in the twilight
Awaiting it's return
Is the darkness of yesterday
But now light flows through
The dawn of day now passed
My restless leg bouncing
He educates the class
My head seems clear
Sickness long gone
As I feel my restless leg bouncing
Is my leg betraying me
Is it trying to escape
Find a place of true freedom
If such a place exists
What is it telling me
By trying to escape
It's been a while
Since I've felt this well
The sickness of morning gone
My head is clear, I'm calm
I'm focused, I'm at peace
I've never felt this well
Despite the rough beginning
Daybreak turned the tides
Winter cold still recides
But the sun is shining
Cascading light, beams of heat
The tides turned by daybreak
My leg convulses
What does it want
If I flex my muscles
I can keep control
Keep it from escaping
But is it what I want
Where would it venture
If I let it escape
Would I be welcome
As the partner in crime
Or would I weigh it down
If it escaped
I feel in doubt
Should I let it run
Should I make it stay
Remain in control
Or let it be free
Should I let it run
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 7:05 PM UTC
Amicable, the vibration,
Getting to the Eden.
Elements sanctify the hurt,
Bonded like super glue.
Educates the visualized future,
Symphonic orchestra at the concert.
Adjudicated, the sentiment,
Layering me luscious lucidity.
Evening the odds,
Fit for four hands.
Destiny decided to
Trade compassion and serenity.
Sincere, the revelation
Always and all ways.
Sorry is deeply sorry,
Even when mostly innocent.
Let me contribute to the
Symphonic orchestra at the concert.
Bond like super glue,
Cue my disclosure.
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
(Originally written 12/9/10
Revised 10/2/14)
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
I keep help close to you
Three numbers away
So that if you are in need
I will be there
I am a savior
I keep you healthy
With quality care
So if you are sick
I will be there
I am a nurse
I educate you
Through years of monotony
So if you face a problem
I will be there
I am a teacher
I protect your rights
From unnamed terrors
So if you are in danger
I will be there
I am a protector
I am a savior
Who enforces laws
Arbitrarily
I am a nurse
Who heals you with
Poison
I am a teacher
Who educates with
Propaganda
I am a protector
Who saves you from
Nobody
I am Big Brother
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
I wander here again
as many the day before
for a span of years this mind
roams upon the shore.
Little remembrances
re-educates the heart once more
to the simple easy days
When life held open its core.
The sun glistens upon the sea
the wind soft to form
caresses here the jagged weeds
the thistle and the thorn.
I wander deep my old paths
were in youth I roamed and played
the magic of the fairytale
was the land and what it gave.
Sweet the dreams that flood and fill
these tranquil moments in time
holds bright the promise of another day
As upon the hills I climb
.
Where mighty hawk hovers above
where the cliffs race to the sea
To those lochs that are ever so fresh
to the sweet mornings plea.
I journey back across the years
as fate has had me roam
To see the land of which I'm part
to feel my distant home.
There's no shore like that of hers
no field that hugs the soul
just empty planes without any names
that runs a foreign flow.
I dream of her my seductive queen
when the nights are cold and dark
I see her there inviting me
Dressed in her heather sark.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 6:52 AM UTC
dedicated to Vicki
winter wind
blows down the hills
is caught up
in the knuckles
of gnarled trees
blasted
barren
reaching for the sky
reading the
Braille
stars
snowy branches
whispering
what
those books
filled with poetry
have taught
the roots
which reach
down
to
underground
streams
when
Springtime
educates the sun and
teaches it warmth
then will the
roots give life
to a spreading canopy
of new life
buds burst forth
with the
fragrance
of snow wind
and the
sweetness
of that
reservoir
of
tears
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/9/2016
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
She takes me and shakes me,in contours she shapes me,subjugates me,sublimely educates me,
and I am free from the bonds that have shackled my mind,
in her warm embrace,
I come face to face
with myself.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC
I take a **** and my worries go up in smoke
It doesn't matter how horrible I feel
Or how damaged I have become
I take a hit, and the **** doesn't seem real.
It calms me
Rids me of my anxiety
I can relax
I can free my mind
Of all the clutter
That belongs in the gutter
Wake and bake
That's just how I do it
Ain't nothing to be ashamed of
Now I'm feeling lit
I'm higher than a kite
Up in the blue sky
It's beautiful up here
So happy I could die
I self medicate
No, I'm not a druggie
It educates my mind
No way life can be ugly
They ask me,
"Wanna smoke?"
I respond,
"You know it,
Then we blow it,
Eyes to show it."
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
Kurt Carman May 1985
A Rise on Neversink
NOTE: It's important for the reader to know that Theodore Gordon was an American writer who fished the Catskill region of New York State in the late 19th century through the early 20th century. Though he never published a book, Gordon is often called the "father of the American school of dry fly fishing. The poem " A Rise on Neversink" is about a boy and his Grandfather fishing on this famous river called Neversink. The spirit of Gordon, who now lives through nature, encourages and speaks to the boy through wind and water.
A RISE ON NEVERSINK
We head upstream past fallen Hemlocks,
Crawling recumbent through advancing grass.
Wetness prevails from the night before,
And seeing us, the Groundhog shakes his head in disbelief.
Sun perched on Doubletop Mountain,
Shown the rising Brown sip his prey.
I wait, another rise boils the riffle.
My eyes question when, Grandpa gives the nod.
The shooting line breaks the winds path,
Invisible leader curls resisting gravity.
The Skater finds its mark, spinning without authority,
Setting a course through the waters force.
Emerald moss, dripping wet jewels,
Deepens the blue-green pool,
Theodore Gordon's reflection shown now,
He smiles, the breeze whispers "tight lines".
Scrambling from my knees I find
the Brown makes his approach, only to show his back.
My heart pounds and only my gut tightens.
Disappointment whelms over, an encouraging nudge prods from behind.
Gordon's voice once again calls,
Performed by the spruce needles murmur,
Patience s s s s s s
My hands begin to steady, premise clear.
Double hauling as if my life depended.
As beautiful an object of lavish nature produces,
From underneath the Brown assaults, Skater devoured, groping,
Grasped with bent snout, outmaneuvering his prey.
Tippet strained, reel whining fervent praise,
Moving for swift water, he surfaces briefly
Seeking the currents leverage.
He educates his pupil with the magical ploy.
A broken fly rod hangs down in contempt, against the tender Payne rod.
The evening hatch finds sanctuary,
And only the Catskills angling legend lingers in the air.
This lesson complete, the boy dreams.
And Theodore awaits the mourning encore.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
The perfect woman has the STRENGTH of a superhero
The power to make you over come fear
She speaks the truth even if it hurts
She Stands by you no matter what
Judging is not in her vocabulary
But correcting your mistakes is her goal
Her family is her pride
There is no limit to what she can do
She educates you for the real world &
Her ego never gets in the way
The perfect woman is so loyal it will amaze you
Every breath I take is because of her
She is my motivation & inspiration
My life became complete when god gave me this perfect woman as a MOTHER
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
You are a media
A pride of the world
A means to an end
An accurate accessory
The social in the media
It welcomes it's user
An epitome of ideas
Where education takes place
Education is part of socialization
The social media educates it's user
It grants many the ability to know
It serves without delay
The social media is humble
It has accommodated a lot of junks
To produce a Juarez
for jubilance
The social media joins parties together I would have not had poems to gather
Hello poetry has become a father
The social media is indeed the mother
The social media is patient
It has been denied by penitent
But their accusations are pending
Untill they get understanding
Let's develop love for the social media
There is nothing not found in the social media
Reformers need social media
For clarification come to social media
For education come to social media
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 5:00 PM UTC
I hear my heartbeat through these
Headphones
The ones I use to blast loud music
Through my ears.
I lie in bed awake
Scrolling through a book
That educates me
With its morbid writing style
And straight to the point attitude.
I like to be awake at this time
When it's quiet and the roads are free
When the birds are asleep
When the thoughts in my head
Become pulsating.
I write at this time
As my mind becomes a little less
Corroded
And a little more free.
As I look outside my window
The street lamps shine upon the
Unholy ground
And I take a picture
With this old camera
Of that house where she used
To live.
I've never been one for loving myself
Or stretching out to anyone
I've always kept my feelings inside
Trapping them
As my world collides
With obstacles.
I lie back down
The early hours are becoming my friend.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
(2017)
How difficult to choose a job,
Some have made their way,
Some have moved a far degree,
And still a lot to pay!
Inquiry is not practised;
It ne'er be accurate
Without a stately door behind
That shuts who educates.
E.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
“I don’t care how you were raised,
Unlearn that ****
Build a better life for yourself,
No matter how many lessons,
You go through along the way.
Maybe it’s the one where,
You lost someone that meant the most to you.
Maybe it’s the one where,
You felt like the only thing you could do
Was stand against the wall,
And try to catch your breath.
For how deep and engulfing it was
To feel the weight of the loss
Of someone so important.
But, you didn’t really feel
How deep that pain could go.
Maybe it’s the one where,
Your mom thought it was important,
To teach you how to hide from
The doorbell when it rang.
Maybe it’s the one where,
She wasn’t allowed to live with you
Because your dad wouldn’t let her
And you didn’t know why.
You were told that it was parent’s business,
And not for children to worry about.
You didn’t deserve that confusion,
And never being able to know
Exactly why your life was changing.
You didn’t deserve to be treated as less than
Or unworthy of knowing the truth.
You deserved so much more
Than what you were given.
So, maybe it’s time that you invest in yourself
And build a better life for yourself,
That inspires you,
That gives you passion,
That makes you think,
That motivates you,
That is complex,
That is a healthy challenge,
That educates you,
That tests you,
That lets you grow,
That grows with you,
And is worth the ride.
No matter how long it takes,
You deserve to live a life that you love. ❤️
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC
The television is a portal into another world.
Streaks and flashes of light form a "Crystal Ball"
that shows us the events and messages from afar.
The change of a channel and we go to another place.
Another time.
We see and discover what is behind another face.
Television is magic.
As it entertains
It educates
And it informs us of what events we need to be aware of
No matter how scary or tragic.
Don't got lost inside of this land.
Even through all of television's wonder
There is an equally amazing world, out there, which surrounds us.
Smells
Touch
Interactions of wildlife and people out on the streets that beat the "magic set" through all of this added splendor.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
I do not hope for the moon and stars to notice my awe
I do not wish whether the oceans and seas consider my admiration
I do not aspire for gratitude from majestic mountains for my reverence
I do not prospect for the beauty of love and yearn for its care of me
Whether it be sweetness or lust, fondness or yearning, proposed or reciprocated
Whether I stand alone, solely with my hopes and dreams or graced in enchanted company
Whether my hands attempt offerings, or secure treasures deep within me
Whether rewarded for patience and effort, or only a gift fallen from the heavens
I do appreciate the chances, random yet destined
I do cherish the feelings and thoughts, flowing yet restful
I do enjoy the time, both eternal yet fleeting
I do welcome its permanence, both joyful and excruciating
It educates my soul and urges for my salvation
It holds eternal tenure in my dreams and memories
It leads me to conquer each day with immeasurable will
It lives and dies, both along and within me
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC
The surging ocean ripped me from my feet
And from my face erased stupidity
For I was smashed into the ocean floor
And learned a lesson with rapidity
So whenst you step into the turbid sea
I beg attend the state of wind and swell
The ocean educates all people free
But some did not return their tales to tell
The ocean hides no secrets in her waves
To all who care to ask she tells the truth
To know her is to know how to be brave
And how to love a happy tumult, too
But waves are varied, never constant things
The winds that drive them often calm to sing
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC