Bright As Lip Gloss
Class...
I have an announcement.
Three of you
Had the audacity to pass the math test.
And I made it perfectly clear
We would not have that kind of nonconformity
Here...
At the Bright As Lip Gloss Academy
Of Social Endeavors and Makeup Application!
Since I will not expose those three...
For bringing 'this' kind of attention upon themselves,
I will, however, be placing calls to those parents.
To inform them of their conduct!
We will not have that kind of separatism here!
Is that clear?
And furthermore...
None of this is to leak to the other children!
We don't want anyone toting guns,
Hunting down those who have not chosen to fail!
Class dismissed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Class Dismissed
Can anyone identify
What this is I have in my right hand?
'It is a pen, Mister Wisdom.'
Very good.
And with that pen,
On a piece of paper.
I want each of you to write this:
'If I ever allowed Mister Wisdom,
To teach and I would listen.
Perhaps he will not consider me,
A complete idiot! '
Very good.
Now take this to your parents...
And return this to me tomorrow!
Signed,
With a photo of your parents attached!
Class dismissed!
'Mister Wisdom...
The bell hasn't rung yet! '
Oh...
You are going to hear much more than bells,
In this classroom!
I just want you all to pay attention to the silence!
That's the way I like it!
And that's the way it is going to be.
Unless a fool wants to object to my wishes?
Hmmm...
Like I said...
Class dismissed!
And don't forget those photos,
Of your breeders!
Forgive me children.
I meant to say...
Unless an 'ignoramous'
Wants to object to my wishes!
All and 'any' class who forgets
That I am the one who dismisses...
Will receive many lessons in this room!
Tell your parents...
Wallet size.
No 8 by 10's!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Orbiting goes On
what kind of society
can't providework for all,
what kind of commuinty,
can't find places for the homeless,
what kind of society has no obligation
for all the sick, crippled and infirm,
what kind of community agrees
to let some have so much more than they can use
while others not enough to live on,
what kind of society does not honor its agreements
with old aged, one parent children and orphans,
because of bad planning
what kind of community lets its neighbors starve
while others have more than enough,
what kind of family is not involved in education
to stamp out ethnic and gender discrimination,
what kind of society thrives on unemployment,
what kind of society is indifferebt to suicide,
what kind of family lets their children use and sell dope,
what kind of society lets pollution destroy the atmospheres
what kind of planet can survive this way,
and goes in search for other life
and still calls it self a democracy and democratic
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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The Guys You Like
I'm not the kind of guy,
You say you like.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
I'm not the one to run,
Jump through hoops.
Or fly 'your' kite.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
I'm the dude true to who I am.
I'm that one who is a self made man.
I am that one who is there for you...
When ever bravery calls to take a stand.
And you wont have to wonder...
When lightening strikes and thunder roars,
What kind of man I am!
I'm not the kind who sneaks to cheat.
Or brag about kids laid under different sheets.
I do what's right,
Day end and night.
Doing what I should!
And that's not the kind of guy you like.
You like the kind who promises to do you good.
The ones who fuss and fight.
Waking up the neighborhood.
To leave you after feeding his sexual appetite.
I'm not the kind of guy you say you like.
You like the kind of guys who lie.
And I'll never fit that picture fantasized in your eyes.
The b-boys, criminals who deceive all their lives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Move Them From This Classroom
That assignment may be a little too harsh.
It's impractical to believe these children will succeed!
This is a 'Social Studies' class, Mrs. Worthington.
And as your principal...
I am demanding you keep to the curriculum,
And not challenge these students to uncover
Something that is unattainable!
This, I tell you, can not and will not be achieved!
'IF we are expecting these children to be leaders
Of a brighter tomorrow...
They must learn today to use all tools necessary,
To research from existing standards and values!
I do not think what I have presented is impossible! '
~NAME THREE PLACES WHERE TRUTH
IS OBSERVED BEING CONDUCTED~
You are expecting these children to re-invent the wheel!
We are only here to pass them from grade to grade...
HOPEFULLY with a little science and math under their belts!
You will teach basic studies OR you will find yourself,
Out of a job!
Is that clear, Mrs. Worthington?
That 'No Child Left Behind' business means just that!
Move them from this classroom...
To the next!
Understood?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Math Suks
If necessity was the mother of invention
Then Id like to kill the guy who invented this
The numbers come together in some kind of third dimension
A regular algebraic bliss
Lets starts with something simple
Like 1 and 1 aint 3
Any 2 plus 2 will never get you 5
Theres fractions in my subtraction
And x dont equal y
But my homework is bound to multiply
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
Id like to burn this text book
I hate that stuff so much
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
Sometimes I think that I dont know that much
But math suks
I got so bored with my homework
I turned on the tv
The beauty pageant winners were all smiling through their teeth
And they asked the new miss america
Hey babe can you add up all those bucks
She looked puzzled then just said math suks
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
You dont even have to spell it
All you have to do is yell it
Math suks (math suks), math suks (math suks)
Sometime times I think that I dont know that much
But math suks
Geometry and trigonometry and if they dont tax your brain
There are numbers to big to be named
Numerical precision is a science with a mission
And I think its gonna drive me insane
Parents fighting with their children
And the congress cant agree
Teachers and their students are all jousting constantly
Management and labor keep rattling old sabres
Quacking like those peabody ducks
Math suks (quack quack), math suks (quack quack)
You dont even have to spell it
All you have to do is yell it
Math suks, thats right, math suks, you got it
Sometime times I think that I dont know that much
But math suks
All right there goes our g rating
Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks the big one
Math suks, math suks, math suks, math suks
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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My Kind Of Woman - My Kind Of Man (feat. Patty Loveless)
You don't need diamonds or big fancy cars
You say you're happy right where you are
We're bound together by a little gold band
You're my kind of woman
Oh, you're my kind of man
Oh, living without you is my only fear
You still drive me crazy when I hold you near
My boudy trembles with the touch of your hand
You're my kind of woman
Oh, you're my kind of man
chorus:
You're my kind of woman
You're my kind of man
A match made in heaven
By God's gentle hands
I'll love you forever
Together we'll stand
You're my kind of woman
You're my kind of man
(repeat chorus)
You're my kind of woman
And you're my kind of man
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Class of 08
The class of 08 is the best
The class of 08 is above the rest
The class of 08 passed all there test so
The class of 08 will graduate!
poem by Kamilah Samuels
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In The Art Class
I look around this joyful room,
Amongst the peaceful teens
This is perhaps the only class
Where students are not machines
In the art class they’ll smile
In the art class they’ll yell
In the art class they‘ll be kind
And not raise a hell
Many teachers wonder why this is so
Many teachers wonder where the secret lies
The secret to peaceful teens, which enjoy their work
The secret to the students without depressed cries
The students wonder how they could not get it
How they could not understand
How the teachers don’t realise
That in the art room there are no demands
In the maths class there are complications
In the English room there is language
But in the art room there is only creativity
It is that which students which to salvage
The art teacher is simple and kind
The art teacher doesn’t lecture or scream
The art teacher doesn’t force them to be equal
And make a most horrendous scene
No, in the art class they are not equal
But the differences they admire
They have a writer, a painter and a sculptor
And they have freedom to aspire
Freedom is what the students wish
The students wish to be treated like people
In the art class they are treated as such
In other classes they are believed incapable
The students will always be at peace in the art room
There will be no fights, no pain, and no scorn
The other teachers will wonder what the secret is
But their attempts to find out will always be forlorn
poem by Lenore Lee
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And if we don't have a test, what we may end up doing is going back to what this country has done before. We could use social class and we still do, but in the 50s, it was, do you have the right last name and are your parents in privileged positions?
quote by Robert Sternberg
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Class has a sense of humor. It knows that a good laugh is the best lubricant for oiling the machinery of human relations. Class never makes excuses. It takes its lumps and learns from past mistakes. Class bespeaks an aristocracy unrelated to ancestors or money. Some extremely wealthy people have no class at all, while others who are struggling to make ends meet are loaded with it. Class is real. You can't fake it. Class never tries to build itself up by tearing others down. Class is already up and need not attempt to look better by making others look worse. Everyone is comfortable with the person who has class because he is comfortable with himself. If you have class, you've got it made. If you don't have class, no matter what else you have, it won't make up for it.
quote by Ann Landers
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An Allegory Of Our Poetry
we are all riding in the same boat of
MV Poetry
we all eye an island of our dreams
we want to feel
the ecstasy of words, the sensation of sound
the scent of imagination
the Chairman of the Board
sees to it that there must be a proper classification
of all passengers
strict segregation
in accordance with social status
and economic standing
the color of the eyes
the smoothness of the skin
the mark of class in the
foreskin
we know our states
we get our economy tickets
we never have fine dining
and nice classical music
we only have our own
packed food,
cold and all that kind
of cheaper stuff
but we all know how to please ourselves
we the poor
and the underprivileged
or the middle class that we want to think
as a matter of elevating ourselves
a little bit
this backbone of
society
someone gets an FM radio
turns it on
and we have music then and then we dance
all night
among our kind of
class
holding on to each others'
weaker arms
those who die in their fame
are put in their most expensive coffins
and those who are rich and privileged like
have private rooms
hot showers
expensive silk linens
softest pillows
exclusive parties and
dark forest cakes and red sparkling wines
and chosen conversations
recited their own poems
and are applauded
with their own
special musicales
....i make a conclusion
it is also true here, very much exactly like it
when the boat shall finally sink
all scamper for life just the same.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not That Kind
All the time that we spend together
I won't fuss
I won't fight tryin to make you mine
Ha
Wooh
Ah c'mon
I said I'll love you 'til the 12th of never
But I won't run far ahead
Leaving you behind
You know I'm not that kind
'Cause I'm not that kind of girl
(Not that kind)
(Not that kind of girl)
And it's not my kind of world
(Not that kind)
(Not that kind of girl)
No it's not for me
(Not that kind)
Not where I wanna be
(Uh
song performed by by Anastacia from Not That Kind
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She The Kind A Girl
im the kinda girl who is a caring girl who loves her family
she the kind of girl who has a lot of hard times,
she kind of girl who loves to make friends and not be
a hater, she the kind of girl who has both parents that
care about her and she like kind of girl who has two sister
and that care some what about her, she the kind of girl who
has a twin bother that is younger and annoying,
but true; y we love each other even though we dont show it
she the kind of girl who wont to be independent
she the kind of girl who loves the out door
she the kind of girl who wont's to live on her own
she the kind of girl.......
poem by Jessica lee Workman
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For My History Teacher
I’m sitting in class,
My eyes about to close,
I hope teacher don’t see,
I hope she don’t see me.
Bored out of my mind,
Falling so behind,
Cannot concentrate,
I came to class too late.
Although I was on time,
My body was I mean,
My mind is still outside,
From class trying to hide.
What does all this mean?
I haven’t used it yet,
How can I retain it,
When already I forget?
And then she walks over,
That teacher of mine,
A smile in her eyes,
A gentle one at that,
She puts her hand on me,
And sets me kind of free.
Now here I am in class,
Learning about the past,
About history,
And what it did for me.
How we can learn,
From mistakes of old,
Of people so different,
Some so very bold.
Some stood against oppression,
Some stood against the wrong,
Some said it with dignity,
Some said it with a song.
I owe it to them,
And teacher here to hear,
What they did for us,
And no longer fear.
That knowledge is so dull,
No longer hurts my brain,
No longer hurts my skull,
It will surely keep me sane.
The past is the future,
Unless I stay awake,
So I can benefit,
There’s much more at stake.
Than I thought before,
Before I got to class,
Thank you History teacher,
For bringing to life the past.
I never got bored in History class, because I had a wonderful History Teacher. This is for her.
poem by Aisha Sherazi
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Poetry-question answer form
Day starts with good wishes from the friends,
Gives feeling as if world never ends,
So much pleasure in accepting the greetings,
Promises to see and forward to meetings,
With opening of box attention is drawn,
Suddenly runs chill and stands withdrawn,
I fear some harsh comments from the senior,
Still I gather the strength and face as warrior,
Q: -What type of invasion is this in our comment box?
Why is it flooded with good morning and serve as hoax?
Why you want to kill the poetry in its infancy?
Is it one kind of breach in privacy and lunacy?
A: -Dear Sir, it is one kind of general courtesy,
Request for kind comments and some mercy,
They need your gracious comments,
It is need of an hour for precious moments,
Q: -Neither had we asked for any request,
Not considered it as any conquest,
If it was of high class, people may prefer,
But not offering self just it to refer,
A: -Sir, time is changing fast,
Time may not wait and last,
You got to reach out to the readers,
May be, they prove better than leaders,
Q: -Previously hardly there used to be any calls,
No place in box as they sand as walls,
It is intriguing to think and vote,
How? Where and on which to put note?
A: -Sir, world may move even faster,
Everybody wants to be his own master,
Master of destiny and of own decision,
Moving with speed and even with precision,
There is awareness among new comers,
They want to swim across as fine swimmers,
Have idea of own with clear vision,
Poem is not just means but holy mission,
I may prefer achievement in life time,
“Posthumous” title is not object prime,
I may not adjust to the old school,
Resources to be utilized from the available pool,
Simple objection same kind and stereo type messages,
How come “how are you” and “Good morning” changes?
Wishes after all are wishes even if with some interest,
Is it not the race against time and for the acid test?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Why This Teacher Pheri Teacher Pheri Ji!
yo class
im sing song
soup song
flop song
Why This Teacher Pheri Teacher pheri ji!
she enters class class
class quiet
starts scolding scolding
girl full of tear
scold girl girl
girl heart fail fail
eyes eyes
cry cry
my future dark
uwaiiih uwiiahhh (Crying)
Announces Test- Says No Cheating Pls
Test starts
girls confused
brain full of tension
fail fail
pls dont call my amma~! ~
clown come
life reverse gear
Happy happy oh happy
you showed me fun
god im so happy now
she is sad how? ? ?
diz song for soup girls
we dont have choice! !
Why This Teacher Pheri Teacher pheri ji!
poem by Raabia Tabassum
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What kind?
what kind of friend that is there for u Always
what kind of friend thats has a picture of you in his heart
what kind of friend thats turns your face upside down when your sad
what kind of friend that takes off his mask in front of others
what kind of friend that wants you till the end
what kind of friend that wipe your tears and be a shoulder to cry on
what kind of friend that you call an angel
what kind of friend wants you HAPPY
what kind of friend wont give up on you
what kind of friend you like to mess around with
what kind of friend? well, THE BEST FRIEND! ! ! ! ...Hamany... ;)
poem by Hamany Al Rashied
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I think our voters have made it clear. Unless someone can demonstrate to me that having larger class sizes is better than having smaller class sizes, I'm not going to support it.
Mr. Speed
You need lovin', you're lookin' out for new romances
Yeah, it's true, you know you've got to take your chances
When i laugh, well baby don't you know you can cry
'cause you ain't enough lady, to keep the master satisfied, yeah
Well, you know, i got the kind of lovin' that you need
The kind of lovin' that you need
I'm so fast, that's why the ladies call me mr. speed
They call me mr. speed
You try pleasin', but gettin' on your knees don't make it
You try teasin', but baby you can't even fake it, no
Made it clear, but baby you can't even see me
So stop those tears 'cause baby you can't even deceive, ah, ah
Yeah, you know, i got the kind of lovin' that you need
The kind of lovin' that you need
I'm so fast, that's why the ladies call me mr. speed
Look out
Ow, i don't care
Yeah, you know, i got the kind of lovin' that you need
The kind of lovin' that you need
I'm so fast, that's why the ladies call me mr. speed
Mr. speed
Yeah, you know, i got the kind of lovin' that you need
The kind of lovin' that you need
I'm so fast, that's why the ladies call me mr. speed
Mr. speed
Yeah, you know, i got the kind of lovin' that you need
The kind of lovin' that you need
I'm so fast
song performed by by Kiss
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Highlights Of My Life
I'm not the one to criticize,
The value of what is wrong.
Or weigh with unquestionable decisiveness,
That which is chosen is correct and right.
Nor am I the kind to nitpick, fuss or argue to fight.
I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.
Many wish to see themselves winning not to lose.
While some deceive with tricks to menace,
Someone to abuse.
More than a few are confused,
As to which direction to choose to move in.
I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.
Today,
Chasing troubles away takes commitment.
Today,
Having good things to say conflicts.
Today,
People are finding playing games and tricks...
Helps them exist in the chosen fields of 'their' battles.
Many wish to see themselves winning not to lose.
While some deceive with tricks to menace,
Someone to abuse.
More than a few are confused,
As to which direction to choose to move in.
I am the kind that's going to live with a focus.
And weeding to clear that which comes to dim...
The highlights of my life.
I did not select a mission to abandon it.
I heard a voice within me familiar.
A voice so strong that called.
I'm not the one to criticize,
The value of what is wrong.
Or weigh with unquestionable decisiveness,
That which is chosen is correct and right.
I follow a voice within me familiar.
And on my path it is with me day and night.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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