A warrior is what I am
Life is like a hanging bridge long
With two abysses crafty and strong
On either sides lies, the abode of manes
One belonging to pleasures and other to pains
Slay the demons of indulgence
With the staunch shield of holy abstinence
Like a kite soaring high in the sky
to all except wind of task, you say goodbye
Only freedom this existence behold,
Is of faultless survival, a truth untold
For every other thing will lead
to a great fall! with no retreat.
Ant never loses hope, dogs never betray
It's their path! Against truth, they never foray
Accept the fate and live what you are
Dont be driven like a soul lost afar
Smile as if today is that day
Cry as if it is certainly today
Its not the saint or any other preacher
For us, unaware and uncertain ever, there is a true teacher
Death is that true teacher, he is astute
to justification of improvidence he will refute
Tormented by monotonous days, does boredom haunt?
Seek is help, he shall propel you to what you want
Spend moments of this invaluable dream called reality
towards awareness of inside, outside and their essentiality
Say, I will break the bounds, feel the real freedom
The real teacher taught me, A warrior is what I am
(c) 2010 - Venkatesh Jagannathan
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Teacher, Teacher
Just when I thought I finally learned my lesson well,
There was more to this than meets the eye.
And for all the things you taught me, only time will tell,
If I'll be able to survive. Oh yeah.
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me all I need to know?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
Or will I fall when you let me go? Oh no.
Am I ready for the real world, will I pass the test?
You know it's a jungle out there.
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me, I won't be second best,
But the joke's on those who believe the system's fair, oh yeah.
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me if I'm right or wrong?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
I wanna know what's goin' on, Oh yeah.
So the years go on and on, but nothing's lost or won.
And what you learned is soon forgotten.
They take the best years of your life,
Try to tell you wrong from right,
But you walk away with nothing. Oh Oh.
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me all I need to know?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
Or will I fall when you let me go?
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me if I'm right or wrong?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
I wanna know what's goin' on, Oh
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Teacher, teacher, Ooh yeah.
Teacher, teacher
Teacher, teacher
~Adams, Vallance
song performed by by 38 Special
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Teacher Says, Teacher Goes
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows,
what you have done,
was clearly a mistake,
maybe it is,
time for a break.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows,
that you have been naughty.
That you have been quite foughty.
That you are being rude,
don't call teacher a dude.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smilies,
teacher know,
that you were making faces,
behind teachers back,
that you were throwing spitballs,
at the teacher's pet.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows.
So enough is said,
so now you know,
that whatever you do.....
Teacher says,
Teacher goes,
Teacher smilies,
Teacher knows
poem by Jasmine Aira
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A teacher who is just right
Have you had a teacher
That makes your heart glow
A teacher is wonderful
A teacher whom you feel honored to have
A teacher who you can laugh or cry with
A teacher whom you can love no matter what they do
A teacher who looks up to you when you don't know
A teacher who just seems to understand you
A teacher who you think about day and night
A teacher whom you pray for as you go to bed
A teacher who is there when need them to
Thoughts of them are always in your head
A teacher who shares with you there ups and downs
A teacher who is there for you in school
A teacher who you share all your smiles with replacing al your frowns
poem by Rosa Tenezaca
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Teacher Man
The Teacher Man teaches kids from all over the world
The Teacher Man teaches no matter boy or girl
The Teacher Man teaches Christans, Musilms, and Jews
The Teacher Man teaches those who say 'God I don't believe in you'
The Teacher Man teaches over demands for more recess
The Teacher Man teaches to only demand the best
The Teacher Man teaches Science, Reading, and Math
The Teacher Man teaches how to live out of class
The Teacher Man teaches all how to share
The Teacher Man teaches that we all should care
The Teacher Man teaches how to keep an open mind
The Teacher Man teaches with a kick in the behind
The Teacher Man teaches there are lessons in life
The Teacher Man teaches how to overcome strife
The Teacher Man teaches there's nothing wrong with a hug
The Teacher Man teaches the world changes with Love
The Teacher Man teaches the rich and the poor
The Teacher Man teaches those who are ready for more
The Teacher Man teaches how to look someone in the eye
The Teacher Man teaches how to accept someone in their cry
The Teacher Man teaches in more than one tounge
The Teacher Man teaches how to make working hard fun
The Teacher Man teaches all the colors of the land
But, most important of all, he teaches we should take a stand
Take a Stand, Take a Stand, for what you believe
Take a Stand, Take a Stand, and you will be free
Take a Stand, Take a Stand, for the least of the least
Take such Stand man, and you will find peace
He's the Teacher Man
poem by Ary Bolanos
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Teacher, Teacher
Teacher, teacher, teacher, teach me now
Teacher, teacher, teacher, guide me now
Teacher, teacher, teacher, show the way
You are my light
You are my guide.
Teacher, teacher, teacher, comfort me
Give your listening ears when I cry
Help me find the strength in what I can
You are my help
You are my guide.
Teacher, teacher, teacher, build me up
When I do wrong, show me what is right
Teacher, teacher, teacher, let us laugh
You are my friend
You are my guide.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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In memory of a great teacher
I know not of a man better than him
a man of morals and purity
my best teacher and example in life
I love him more than myself
he taught me how to be kind
and help the poor
I can't be a bad person,
when he is my teacher
I follow him in every single act
because he is the best teacher ever
never he lied and never rebuked anyone
he called for women and human rights,
thousand years ago.
I help the orphans and support charity,
because he is my best example.
he lightens my whole life
and I'm happy for having such a precious teacher
he is a timeless teacher,
a teacher of all ages
he is prophet Mohammed peace be upon him
poem by Rehab Helmy
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Freedom Lies
Freedom, theres more to your life so now[? ]
Old laws, man has made only blind.
Oh, give us freedom, a call to the brave and the strong,
To stand in the face of all wrong and show the way.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
Freedom to live out the dream in a song,
Give hope to the hearts of the young.
Oh, give us freedom to act out of love and not fear,
So all that is true will be clear.
Hear tomorrow, calling hold me, show me.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
song performed by by Kinks
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In Good Hands
In the hands of a gifted teacher
a classroom is a magical place
In the hands of a gifted teacher
There’s a smile on each child's face
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
Creative Energy is Everywhere
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
There’s a Catalyst who Genuinely Cares
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
Desire and Wonder is Awakened
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
The Educational Agenda is Shaken
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
Self-Management Skills are Modeled
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
The Best of Reality is Bottled
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
Gifts and Talents are Refined
In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
The Willed Future is Designed
poem by Ultimate Cyan
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Old Female Teachers With Poloroid Cameras Can Catch You Smilin' Surprised.
I once had a substitute teacher with hair of blue...
This fact that i tell to you remains factually true.
One time other i had a female home room teacher with a hairry mustached upper lip...
It gifted her with a five o'clock shadow just under her noses tip.
I once attended a classroom inside a make-shift circle of cabinets
and book shelves and a portable black board.
All this shelving like wagon trained formed inside a school's gymnasium basketball court...
This female teacher, when after we've misbehaved.
T'would fastly whip out her Poloroid Land Camera...
So that she could inform our parents when we were bad, with a
split second visual report.
She was a party pooper this female teacher of ours...
She was a poor sport and also was kind of fat and olden and even
real tiny like short.
So the next time you think that you always have a bad school day...
You could be enrolled in my old alma matter and that of your valuable freedom, you'd have to give up and with pay.
Now you do know what kind of matter this truly does be....
No more free days-only more to be shortly real crappy.
Is that a bad school day? ...
You bet your ass you might kind of say.
poem by Michael Gale
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Hard To Believe
Its very hard as rock
Soft as butter
To respect your teacher
To wish a teacher
May be its right
May not be its right.
Teachers are with variety
Personal variety, proffessional sequence
Thinking, Finding and Rewinding
This is how some are
Hardly difficult to respect
Softly to quite from teacher.
A teacher is ultimate
Supreme to any power
They are the over soul
Life ends or trends
By the immortal souls
Such teachers are rare.
May be you do with
Sometimes you don't
Prepositional elements can end
When a teacher of a kind
Like the catcher in the hell
Hard to believe such teachers.
Teacher is the only truth
He or She the only belief
Trust and belief the other name
When that trust itself is broken
From and by a teacher
Can you believe?
Am sure its hard to believe.
Wish and love and care
Must be submitted to a teacher
Surrendered with respect
Become subaltern under teacher.
Disciples are free from Karma
Liberated after their submission
Recieving with honour, love
Is the only Karma of a teacher.
She kicked me for submission
She insulted my wishes
She bombarded me for my Karma
Gave strong pain in my -.
Is She a teacher?
Is She a mother?
Is She should be regarded?
Is She should be rewarded?
Its hard to believe her.
No student forgive her
No one believe her
No one should wish her
I hope you wont.
poem by Abhimanyu Kumar.s
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One More Try
Ive had enough of danger
And people on the streets
Im looking out for angels
Just trying to find some peace
Now I think its time
That you let me know
So if you love me
Say you love me
But if you dont just let me go...
cos teacher
There are things that I dont want to learn
And the last one I had
Made me cry
So I dont want to learn to
Hold you, touch you
Think that youre mine
Because it aint no joy
For an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
When you were just a stranger
And I was at your feet
I didnt feel the danger
Now I feel the heat
That look in your eyes
Telling me no
So you think that you love me
Know that you need me
I wrote the song, I know its wrong
Just let me go...
And teacher
There are things
That I dont want to learn
Oh the last one I had
Made me cry
So I dont want to learn to
Hold you, touch you
Think that youre mine
Because it aint no joy
For an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
So when you say that you need me
That youll never leave me
I know youre wrong, youre not that strong
Let me go
And teacher
There are things
That I still have to learn
But the one thing I have is my pride
Oh so I dont want to
Hold you, touch you
Think that youre mine
Because there aint no joy
For an uptown boy
Who just isnt willing to try
Im so cold
Inside
Maybe just one more try...
(return to top)
song performed by by George Michael
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A bad or a good teacher
A bad teacher is negatively pessimistic
A good teacher is positively optimistic
A bad teacher swears all the time
A good teacher cares in their prime
A bad teacher passes on rude fear
A good teacher has on good ears
A bad teacher discourages
A good teacher encourages
A bad teacher despairs
A good teacher prepares
A bad teacher likes to bitch
A good teacher likes to teach
A bad teacher shouts every moment
A good teacher scouts for every talent
A bad teacher is up for crude devices
A good teacher is up for good advice
A bad teacher lets students fight on in the dark
A good teacher sets students on the right track
A bad teacher feeds on their looks
A good teachers reads many books
A bad teacher sings along with wrong faults
A good teacher brings along the right results
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.co.uk
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Teacher, Teacher
Teacher, teacher
I may not love you
But you're the teacher
I try to do what you want me to
I know you get lonely
But you gotta know
It wasn't love
Let me tell you honey
I'm just a young girl
Don't think I know it enough
Teacher, teacher
I don't wanna get an A
Teacher, teacher
There's gotta be a better way
I'm sick and tired of makin' plans
Without makin' up my mind (Make up your mind)
Teacher, teacher
Can't you see I just need a little time
I know you've been cryin'
Just think that you're not alone
Just cry me a river
It's what you'll deliver
We have to do it on the floor
Teacher, teacher
I don't wanna get an A
Teacher, teacher
There's gotta be a better way
(Woohoo, yeah)
Teacher, teacher
I've been tryin' to get you down
But why should you get used to somebody
Who won't be around
I know you get discouraged
Cause you wanna do it all the time
Honey I can't let you use my body
The same way you use my mind
Teacher, teacher
I don't wanna get an A
Teacher, teacher
There's gotta be a better way
[repeats to end]
song performed by by Prince
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Teachers Day.
Every heart that beats,
Year after year it repeats,
We sing in the praise of God,
For giving us the opportunity to take birth,
The most pious land on Earth.
Here we had a great saint,
of education to deal,
Who lived a true teacher’s ideals,
Simple and humble, down-to Earth was he,
Made it to the helms of a Nation,
So synonymous to education,
He is demi-god to us.
Will remain for as long as India lives.
From grasslands and dusty lanes in country side,
Walking to the temple of Power, His Excellency
Made the mark, the aspirations we nourish within,
Can get its realities come true, a real epitome of Knowledge,
flame of learning within still burning and guiding the nation out of storms.
Shattering the clouds of uncertainty, spreading light and hope,
We regard him, in our hearts, still a great teacher today.
poem by Charnjit Patialvi
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A Good teacher
A Good teacher is one, who teaches with love.
A Good teacher is one, who Corrects Students and make them Grow, Instead of shouting and making them slow.
A Good teacher is one, who makes Things to Flow.
A Good teacher is one, who gets things done as and when.
A Good teacher is one, who never treats a student as Foe.
A Good teacher is one, who Teachings must help in long Run.
A Good teacher is one, who says always it can be done.
A Good teacher is one, who should never make students Run, Instead have Great Fun.
A Good teacher is one, who must be always Bright and Teach Students Right.
A Good teacher is one, who is always a best Friend
poem by Narendra Kuppan
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In Good Hands..
In the hands of a gifted teacher
A classroom is a magical place! ! !
In the hands of a gifted teacher
There's a smile on each child's face.
In the hands of gifted teacher Creative energy is every where.
In the hands of gifted teacher
There's a catalyst who genuinely care.
In the hands of gifted teacher Desire and wonder is awakened.
In the hands of gifted teacherEducation agenda is shaken.
In the hands of gifted teacher Self managment skills are manupulated In the hands of gifted teacherThe best of reality is modeled.
In the hands of gifted teacher Gifts and talents are refined.
In the hands of gifted teacher The desired future is designed.
AND YOR THE TEACHER GIFTED TO MY HANDS! ! ! !
poem by Maanasa Bhaskar
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Where have all the trees gone Dad?
Dad! When I was in school the teacher showed me a picture of a tree
I've never seen one of those before, tall and handsome and brown and green you see
Do you remember seeing a tree when you were young? My teacher says there were many
She says that they grew all over the world but now days there aren't any
What did they look like? Did they blow in the wind?
Did the leaves fall in the autumn or was it in spring?
How high did they grow? Did they sway to and fro?
Did they look pretty covered in winters first fall of snow?
Dad, teacher says they'll grow no more, she says the climate has changed forever
She says we're all poorer now and explained to us how we'll have to suffer together
I heard that there was a tree that grew as tall as a skyscraper
But they cut it down and mulched it up to make us all new paper
It would be nice to see trees growing proud and strong
Reaching up to the sky with their branches so long
But that's just a dream I know I'll never see
It's just a vision in a picture never to be reality for me
My teacher said there used to be birds that lived amongst the bows
They flew around from branch to branch but we don't have those either now
What are nuts and berries and fruit the trees all used to bear?
My teacher says they were things we could eat at the end of every year
Well do you remember seeing a tree when you were young then Dad?
The like of which I have just explained and a pleasure I've never had
What do you mean they died out long ago, long before you were born
Now I'll never know why we cut them all down and my heart will always be torn.
poem by Glenn Ford
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Pull me down and I push you Up
bring me freedom to talk with the wind, beauty like
a butterfly, swim and live like a fish and a speed like
a leopard, then i can let you believe that every moment
of the time, you'll always breathe and stay with me
'Husband and Wife'
i may not be your angel and watch you every hour
of the day, but I’m your fortress and a shield at home,
at any moment of time, the enemy will come.......
i may not be the king of the castle, but I’m the great
knight at the gate and protect you from the dragon in
the kingdom you live......
i may not be the handsome Adonis of the ancient Greek
but I’m the father of your son and daughter that you
give
'Student and Teacher'
i may not be the paper at your table, but I’m the pencil
of your mind, that guide and push you to think and teach
the right high way of change........
i may not be the book that brings you to the world of fancy
and reality, but I’m the eyes that leads you to go where,
the future awaits your step..............
i may not be the ideal teacher you dream of, but I’m the
enhancer of your glooming ideas that leads the world
for a better tomorrow to live.............
'Poet and Enthusiast'
i may not be the author that tickles your memories, but I’m
the ingredients of your dream that conquer the endless
search of the meaning of your existence........
i may not be the answer of your question of what is life,
but I'm the window that guide you to know where you
want to step by yourself.......
i may not be the honored person that you wish to emulate
but I’m willing to sacrifice for you to know that I’m what
you are today..........
give me your trust, and let it go, the journey is long and the
highway is short; make your self ready for that day is not
the hour to wait.........let it start now my friend
' may this 300 poems be the beginning of what peace
amongst nation i dream of '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Honored To Teacher Salah
In the hands of a gifted teacher
a classroom is a magical place
in the hands of a gifted teacher
There is a smile on each child's face
In the hands of a gifted teacher
Creative energy is everywhere
happiness and love spread all the way
god understood our thirst for knowledge,
And our need to be led..
That's why he sends us creature like this
That by being the right person at the right time
That may be enough to change someone's life
A teacher is a world by itself
That hold hope for anyone else…
A teacher is someone who could see potential
and believe in the best in others
a person that can understand you when you eyes blink
a great teacher is a person deserve to be blessed.
A Poem To My Teacher
Here we sit
Hearing you
Explaining the lessons
With love and with dream,
Although you may not realize it
But I can
I know your desire to lead us
With your blessed hand
Into an unseen life bridge
Teacher…
The day may be dark
But you’ll not
Cause you yourself
Is an unshaped light
Holding our hands
Befriending us
Through this darkness
And here we wait
Teacher,
We may have done too much fault
Especially to the person
Befriending us till now
Without feeling dejected
Especially to you…
We might have disappointed you
We might have lied to you
And we might never think of you
But you…
You wait us with smile
Saying it’s all done
And asking us to face the future
Nobody would be
The very best guide I’d ever met
Like you
Teacher…
The road is almost finished
Soon, sun will come
But I’ll never forget
I’d ever seen a much more brighter light from you
The one guiding us with love
To reach his own dream
He’s my teacher
poem by Clara Odelia Ciutara
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