To Upgrade Mediocrity
There will never be a true reflection,
Of what can be accomplished to be achieved.
As long as school teachers are tampering,
With low test scores of slower students.
And those behind the scenes unseen,
Find ways to upgrade mediocrity all over the place...
With ratings to award those of so-so talents,
To promote their plagiaristic ways with visibility...
As a fudging is done to do as they please,
To keep hidden self doubt and other insecurities.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Perfect school
THE PERFECT SCHOOL
A place where a student worships his teacher as a god,
The heads of the children before their teacher nod.
The place is the school where teachers give education,
It’s a school where there is afforestation.
A school that has all the beauties,
Is a perfect school whose students have all the qualities.
A school whose students will become president and magic vista,
A school whose students will become Rabindranath Tagore and Mother Teresa.
The Perfect School is a school whose trees will always be uploaded with fruits of joy, success and happiness,
A school whose students will never have a future of darkness.
That school will conquer the world,
In that school, music will be sung by birds.
CONTRIBUTED BY:
Gautam Kumar Sharma
poem by Gautam Sharma
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Wizardly School
You may think my school is ordinary,
As many others are,
But forgive me ‘coz I don’t agree,
My school is a star.
I’m just a normal 12 year-old,
Who is quite shy at first.
But in my school you will find out,
Friends will quench your thirst.
My school is wizardly,
With teachers of every kind,
And there always seem to be,
A weird happening every time.
Sometimes the students are scared,
‘Cause there’s a banshee in the class,
And the beautiful school garden,
Has elves running fast.
It does sound scary, I know,
But sometimes it’s amazing,
To find fairies flying slow,
And griffins in the field.
Our talents are soon discovered,
We could make the sky thunder,
This scares but amazes us,
To others it’s a danger.
Next year I’ll be leaving this school,
To another just beside,
I wish it’s like the one I love,
It makes me shine so bright.
So long my bewitching palace,
And all my sorcerer friends,
I will pray for all of you,
May we meet again in the end.
poem by Mimi Fakhira
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Happy Teacher’s Day in India,2010
Teachers teach students to learn;
Teachers show them how to earn;
Teachers guide students to read;
Teachers help them if they need.
Teachers share with pupils, ken;
Teachers show them how to pen;
Teachers train them in most things;
Teachers make them good earthlings!
Teachers mould their character;
Teachers act facilitator;
Teachers are a boon on earth;
Teachers bring students, mirth!
Teachers care for children-wards;
Teachers don’t expect rewards;
Teachers slog throughout life-span;
Teachers make them man / woman.
Teachers are a humble lot;
Teachers make learning, an art;
Teachers perform well their part;
Teachers love students in heart!
Teachers are next to parents;
Teachers are a nation’s wealth;
Teachers make a student great;
Teachers are a must for all.
Revere teachers on this Day;
Thank them truly in some way;
Emulate them, if you may;
‘Give them good health, God’, you pray!
“Happy Teachers’ Day! ”
Most lovingly dedicated to all my teachers,
Living and dead, who made me,
‘What I am, today! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-09-2010
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Teacher’s Day in India,2010
Teachers teach students to learn;
Teachers show them how to earn;
Teachers guide students to read;
Teachers help them if they need.
Teachers share with pupils, ken;
Teachers show them how to pen;
Teachers train them in most things;
Teachers make them good earthlings!
Teachers mould their character;
Teachers act facilitator;
Teachers are a boon on earth;
Teachers bring students, mirth!
Teachers care for children-wards;
Teachers don’t expect rewards;
Teachers slog throughout life-span;
Teachers make them man / woman.
Teachers are a humble lot;
Teachers make learning, an art;
Teachers perform well their part;
Teachers love students in heart!
Teachers are next to parents;
Teachers are a nation’s wealth;
Teachers make a student great;
Teachers are a must for all.
Revere teachers on this Day;
Thank them truly in some way;
Emulate them, if you may;
‘Give them good health, God’, you pray!
“Happy Teachers’ Day! ”
Most lovingly dedicated to all my teachers,
Living and dead, who made me,
‘What I am, today! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-09-2010
poem by John Celes
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School is Fun!
School is fun, it is a place were you listen, learn & play!
School is a place for u to stay! study and make friends its always the same!
School are for teachers to teach and janitors to clean! students must keep their class room clean!
School are for students to learn new things, especially when it comes to tests, exams and other different things!
School are for children who love's to learn and study, its a place for you to love eachother one another so have fun in school and play!
poem by Iyakami Haroki
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School-Community
School is a community which surrounds you most
A place where teachers seem somewhat like ghosts
Believing that it’s a chance for new friends
But the community also introduces new ends
You believe that you yourself can never be true
To reside into acting into someone that isn't you
The school community soon becoming fake
Inside, many people's hearts begin to ache
We believe in not showing our true selves
The community telling to dig deep in ourselves
Slowly we start believing that freedom is forbidden
But does school truly want ourselves to remain hidden?
Friendships can lead to you being cut down
We sometimes wish this community wasn't around
But then we realise not to defy the real world
And that the real truth is being unfurled
This community teaches us to stand on our own feet
And without this test we shall still remain incomplete
The teachings is something that no one seems to share
In the real world these are teachings we'll need out there
School is a place where there are things we must learn
Otherwise the community outside will cause us to return
The community outside is the place we are yearning
But this community is the place we are still learning…
poem by Silly Artist
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My School Days
Now-a-days where is that cheer,
unless i call up friends to have a beer,
Just like mist gone we are apart in many ways,
But where are my School days.
Now-a-days where is that enthusiasm,
for i bump into people with only sarcasm,
we sail world over on a ship,
unsuccessful even to strike a good friendship,
We have indeed drifted in many ways,
But where are my School days.
Now-a-days where is that laughter,
I hear just laughs to flatter,
true friends were those who where just there,
to say 'Hey we really care'
Scattered are we in many ways,
But where are my School days.
We are born with faces,
and now with a 'book',
we are now connected in many ways,
Where i come to cherish my School days.
poem by Deepak Calyampoondi
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My School
The school I went to was the best
In Coimbatore town, in those days;
It gave me knowledge and life’s zest,
And made me wholesome, in much ways!
The school was built by Father Pat,
Near Puliakulam road grandly;
In Standard five, I firstly sat,
And loved my school very dearly!
My principal, Father Lawrence
Was strict with students, yet loved them;
My heart was full of reverence,
As every teacher was a gem!
With dedication, teachers taught;
All students got very good marks;
The mischief-makers were soon caught-
Although some were like giant sharks!
Each Monday morn, we wore a tie;
The Indian flag was hoisted then;
We sang the National Anthem high,
And marched to music like big men!
We had our drills, once in a way;
In evenings, we played some games;
And once a year, it was Sports-day!
Some naughty students used nick-names!
But in the class, we were perfect;
We had a desk each to keep books;
Our teachers told every defect;
The naughty ones were caught by looks!
My school-days were the best in life;
We learnt our lessons all by heart;
We never knew the world or strife;
The day arrived then to depart!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-14-2007
Fondly dedicated to all my school-mates
At CGMHSS, CBE
poem by John Celes
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The big cat and the fudge
I was walking to school one day
When a huge cat stepped in my way
I offered the large cat some fudge
And asked if it would kindly budge
The cat took the fudge happily
And came along to school with me
Teachers and students watched in awe
As I held the cat by its paw
It went to all lessons with me
To Art and English and PE
But when we both arrived back home
My mother said, “HE HAS TO GO! ”
The cat and I went separate ways
I never saw that cat again
Sometimes I lay fudge on our front step
And as you might or not have guessed,
Every night it vanishes
poem by Monique Sapla
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To Grow Popular
In the art field you can promote yourself
In two ways regardless of your talents
To please and bribe those who are in the helm
To hire the media suitably
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In Your Own Ways
You are smart in your own ways
you are lovely in your own ways
you are beautiful in your own ways
You smile in your own ways
So crazy in your own ways
The madness of your own ways
such mysterious in your own ways
Those eyes of your own ways
You inspire me in your own ways
You talk in you own ways
you love me in your own ways
You suprise me in your own ways
Your kindness of its own kind
Your love of its own loveliness
your touch of its own comfort
And your kisses of its own sweetness
There is nothing so much worth to
treasure in my own ways than the
sweet memories of your own ways
Your life in your own ways
changes mine in its own way
God must have taken His own time
for sush a creation of its own kind
With everything in its own way
I must live your way.
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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School is a prison...
The classroom is…
A jail cell
There halls leading
To each cell
The school food is
taste like prison food
In the cafeteria there
are long lines for food
The principle runs
the school
The warden runs
the prison
They have guards
telling inmates what to do
We have teachers
telling students what to do
The inmates are
the students
Were all serving
A 12 year sentence
School is just a prison for students
poem by Kitty In Love
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A Super Cool School
school, school, school
i love my school
sometimes students get hot and cool
they get hot when suprising test takes place
as they get sweat on their face
it proves to be cool
when we sing a song of mr ashley screol
it starts supplying us knowledge
after the completence of national pledge
maths, science, hindi, social science and computer
u have to wait for the bell to ring like a patient waiter
sometimes, tests proves to be good
when you have eaten up the words thinking it to be nutritious food
in the last period, student says to teachers'for heaven sake'
'stop this study vehicle by applying a brake'
students discuss'we have already been overloaded with class work
and a voice is heard'how can you forget homework'
but still we love our school
it is an aboad of friendship tool
we makes gossip, cracks jokes and sometimes fight
but in the end we laugh, holding our hands tight
this is the place where you spent your twelve years of life
makes you able to enjoy your rest of your life........
poem by Anushree Srivastava
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Art is Long - Hair is Shorter
When artists wore a flowing mane,
Then, in a sentimental vein,
With pastorals they lured the eye,
Or sad, sweet scenes of sea and sky.
But now that hair sprouts from the face
They chuck their paint about the place
And, in the modern manner, seek
To baffle one with the unique.
I've often wondered if this surge
Of hirsute foam denotes some urge
Artistic that controls and sways
The hand and brain to newer ways.
For instance, might we not expect
An artist in dundrearies decked
In other manner to behave
From him who wore a monkey shave?
I've known but one of this quaint throng
Who wore both hair and whiskers long,
But he, poor bloke, was short of cash,
And wore a full beard and moustache
That he might draw on this supply
When price of brushes soared to high ...
But there are ways, it seems to me.
To test my novel theory.
If some brave man would range the land
And catch a few of this quaint band
And hold them captive for a while
Who knows what tricks of school and style
One might evolve if, to each man,
We gave a different hirsute plan?
You doubt, perhaps? But all the same,
There might be money in the game.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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School Just School
School we need it
school, friends
school you have teachers
school is great
high school is even better
college, PARITES
school you mite find your true love
new experiences everyday
school, dances
school just school
school who dose not love it
school is fun
school, preps
school, classes
school, math, science, computer classes
school is great love it
school just school
we need school
poem by Kerri King
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The Gift Of Love For God
the gift of love for God
for our fellow human beings
in hopes of each new generation...
is a dream to cherish honour
though reality will test bless
all according to the fatal purity...
of true heart and merit
true teachers seek
to teach much more
than simple facts
techniques
systems
skill ability
all true teachers
wish for all
their students
to gain not
just knowledge
but wisdom...
compassion
a love and respect
for morality...
a love for truth
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Always, In All Ways
For always, in all ways
You'll be in my mind
For always, in all ways
The words have been
So hard to find
I still remember you as a child
Holding you in my arms
The way you looked up to me
I thought that I'd always be
I'd be there beside you
For always, in all ways
For always, in all ways
You'll stay in my heart
For always, in all ways
This distance is too far apart
I thought you'd always be Daddy's child
Then suddenly you were grown
And now that you're on your own
Whenever you feel alone
I'll be there beside you
For always, in all ways
I never thought that
This day would come
When we'd have to say
Goodbye
But now that you're on your own
Whenever you need a home
I'll be there inside you always, in all ways
I'll be there inside you always, in all ways
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Catty Talk between God of Death and a Professor
' Travel posthaste to hell
to receive the award
of excellence for acts
sinful and illegal'
' I didn't seek awards
the State or national
and international.
I won't slink to hell'
' It isn't mortal award.
In all your seven births
you had done wrongs severe.
See me, I'm God of Death'.
' Please don't sling the noose.
To tease, deflower, rape
molest...I have all rights
for guiding them to Ph.D'
' You did the crimes unseen
in College research lab.
You deserve the award
for your depraved conduct'
' I can't take the students
to lodge raided often.
I get money from men
and honey from women'
' O You caterer of Ph.D
A posthumus award
you will get in the hell
from the ghoul of HIV'
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low, I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not, And restless and lost on a road that I know.
quote by Henry Lawson
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Sonnet: Students’ Duty to Teachers...
Most teachers share knowledge with students all,
And help them learn the things they ought in life,
And train and groom them for the exam-hall,
And eke a livelihood, avoiding strife.
How should students repay their sacrifice,
Devotion, love and labour, teachers lend?
–Obedience, industriousness suffice,
With reverence to teachers till the end.
One can’t repay a teacher’s service, love,
Or priceless time, attention rendered free;
When students toil to rise in life, and prove
Much greater than their teachers tend to be,
It fills a teacher’s heart with joy to know,
His work was useful to students somehow!
(3-07-’11)
poem by John Celes
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