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What a beautiful baby he was,
born with a healthy sucking reflex,
noisy at night, winking Benny Hill-like
during the day, making friends and fans,
sailed through school, flirting always
with long haired teachers, 'twas the eyes,
rose through the ranks of dad's firm,
fat retirement at the conclusion of hard
and occasionally thoughtful years,
only to have it all end prematurely.
Though he never did know the term they used,
disseminated intravascular coagulation.

poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Frank O'Neill

I remember when we were young
Barely taller than our heavy school bags
We used to feel the weight of our lessons
Piling one by one on each of our shoulders
School was tough for us, but there were little things
Such little things that made school fun and exciting

I remember when we were young
We used to wait for the last day of school
Before we would all leave for our Christmas holidays
But it wasn't just to get away from school, no
Because on the last day, we were all treated a show
A show about a genie, which would make us laugh till we cried
Oh how we would talk about this genie
All throughout the year, waiting for this special day
All throughout the ride home, sharing the laughter with friends

I remember when we were young
It was hard to meet up after school with friends
After all, we were just seven-year-olds
But this was made easy for us
Because every season we would have a camp planned for us
Oh I do remember the laughter we've all shared at these camps
The pranks that he would play on us
Waking up in the middle of the night
Marking our faces with ink
Oh the laughter we would all have
To the surprise of seeing all the pictures of our friends
Who were pranked with ink all over their faces
Or the day all our shoes were taken from our rooms
And hidden in a place we just could never find

I remember when we were young
We used to have art lessons - But not any average art lesson
They were lessons where we could be creative
And not just on pencil and paper
But we were taught how to bring any plain object to class
And turn it into wonderful art
In which we would always display our work in the hall

I remember when we were young
Such little things that made school fun and exciting
Its moments like these you keep remembering for the rest of your life
The friendships made - The Laughter shared
Memories forever imprinted in the back of your head
Frank O'Neill was and remains a Great teacher - And a Great man
He has taught for 35 years at our beloved school and served them well
Teachers like him are hard to find, and are what make a school unforgettable
So I would like to take an opportunity to thank Frank O'Neil
But I am not alone, as so would the rest of the school, ex-students and ex-teachers
In which we would like to thank him for making our experience at Stella Maris College
May you enjoy your retirement - A well deserved relaxation for your hard work!

poem by Gabriel Gauci Maistre
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Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,--
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
That lived in the beautiful sea.
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish,--
Never afraid are we!"
So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam,--
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home:
'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
As if it could not be;
And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea;
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:--
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

poem by Eugene Field
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School Is Out

School is out
No more getting up early
Just having fun
No more annoy teachers and homework
Summer is here

School is out
Come on and scream with me
I just want to chill out and relax
After long year of school and hardwork
Summer is here

School is out
I can do what ever I want
Staying up late, having party/sleepover
I can be crazy and loud if I want and noone can stop me
Summer is here

School is out
No more lectures from teachers
No more rules or detetion
Hanging with my friends
Going to beach and having all fun I can
Summer is here

School is out
Wohooo, yea
All I want to do is scream and dance
No more never end work and annoy people
It's all about fun in the sun
Summer is here

School is out
No more getting up early
Just having fun
No more annoy teachers and homework
Summer is here
School is out

poem by Christina Phan
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Beautiful Boy

Close your eyes, have no fear,
The monster's gone, he's on the run,
And your daddy's here.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Before you go to sleep, say a little prayer,
Ev'ry day, in ev'ry way
It's getting better and better.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Out on the ocean, sailing away,
I can hardly wait to see you come of age
But i guess we'll both just have to be patient.
'cause it's a long way to go,
A hard row to hoe,
Yes, it's a long way to go but in the meantime.
Before you cross the street, take my hand,
Life is what happens to you
While you're busy making other plans.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Before you go to sleep, say a little prayer,
Ev'ry day, in ev'ry way
It's getting better and better.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Darling, darling, darling, darling, sean.
Good night, sean,
See you in the morning.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Beautiful Boy

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Ignored

I sit away,
From everyone.
I avoid being partnered,
School makes it harder.

I just want to run away,
To get away,
From everything,
And everyone.

No one understands,
Why making friends,
Is hard for me.
Or why school is hard.

I don't understand,
The questions,
That are given,
To me to answer.

I don't understand,
Why the teachers,
Yell at me,
For not doing what is told.

I like to be silent,
Cause no one listens.
I don't have many friends,
And most of them left.

I feel like,
I'm the only one,
Who gets no help,
Or I only get in trouble.

I sit alone at lunch,
I eat alone at home,
I don't know anyone,
I am lonely.

If someone would listen,
I wouldn't get into trouble,
And I would feel better.
Please listen to me...

poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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School- My Palace

For me school is a palace,
with teachers excelling in solace,
School is a sapling of wisdom and wealth,
known for not burdening us to death,
It is a place of fun, frolic and fiesta,
along with anger, enemity and siesta,
A school is a temple of learning,
the beginning of man's earning,
A school is like a kaliedoscope of exploring,
which set Einstein and Curie pondering,
It is the hub of future excellences,
with a wide variety of references,
It is a house where Friends and teachers meet,
making the atmosphere full of excitement and discreet,
School is always the best,
for the present and future to rest.

poem by Shivani Pillai
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Teacher’s Day 2011

Relive those moments when you’re just a kid!
Your mother was your first teacher and dad;
School-teachers did their role beyond compare;
And college-teachers did their part quite fair!

And ‘Teachers’ Day’ has come again this year;
Remember all your teachers very dear;
Contact them in some way and render ‘thanks’;
Teachers are earthly angels in high ranks!

Think of some way of expressing your love;
Gift them something to tell them they were great;
Enquire just asking about their health;
Our teachers are our nation’s pride and wealth!

‘Happy Teacher’s Day! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-09-11

poem by John Celes
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Beautiful Boy

Close your eyes
Have no fear
The monster's gone
He's on the run and your daddy's here
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Before you go to sleep
Say a little prayer
Every day in every way
It's getting better and better
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Out on the ocean sailing away
I can hardly wait
To see you come of age
But i guess we'll both just have to be patient
'cause it's a long way to go
A hard row to hoe
Yes it's a long way to go
But in the meantime
Before you cross the street
Take my hand
Life is what happens to you
While you're busy making other plans
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Before you go to sleep
Say a little prayer
Every day in every way
It's getting better and better
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Darling, darling, darling
Darling sean

song performed by by Lennon John
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Baby's Eyes

Baby's eyes
Are looking at you
He may be wondering who I am
I am his uncle
Baby's eyes
So blue
Like the color of the sky
It sparkles
It has so much life
In that little baby eyes that I can see
And I know that his eyes are happy
I see it
That baby is a happy and healthy baby
I am so glad for that
Baby's eyes
Has not even a tear
Baby's eyes
Are so beautiful
To watch
Baby's eyes
Are getting tired now
Now it is the time for the baby's nap time
Babies
Need a lot of sleep us you know
Sweet dreams little baby
Count the sheep's
When you are having your nap

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Redirected Rage At Students Unblessed-Thank God, I'm No Longer Possessed.

Redirected rage tossed aside it's predestined path...
Can't blame 'nother problem by school and math.

In high school i was at a stand still in summer school math
and American history...
Never got an a or even a dee.
T'was just an eff just due to me.

I did not want ta become a rocket scientist or teacher of years
in time...
What law had i broken? -What caught was my crime?

Art and English were just my best subjects...
That fact was clear to my teachers, no lie or not even a false pretext or subtext.

As a teenager i was hard to control...
The grade school hall monitor was always out on Mike Gale patrol.

Fights were attracted to me as like a mighty over powering magnet...
That should seem to all readers of this bad fact that is solomnly
tragic.

I just don't know how my teachers put up with me...
The school board had unanomously had voted for a teachers pay increase for observence of yours truly.

Overtime was their only way...
That's how teachers who broke school rules were forced to pay.

I'm just glad to this day that i've matured and changed...
Thank God Almighty-I'm no longer deranged.

poem by Michael Gale
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My Sweet School

School is where one learns,
Kowledge is what one earns,
Teachers, friends are a part of school,
Without them, a school, isnt a school,

A teacher's duty is to teach,
And a student's duty is to breach,
When parents get the complain,
The teacher's trust then, gets hard to retain,

Oh! It's recess,
But to her heart there is no access,
Boy tries to impress girl,
But oh! She's a knurl,

Recess is over and class has resumed,
Next exam, God! I am doomed,
I know I won't pass,
Coz I know Im a bass,

Walking back home in the evening,
It feels like my stress is lessening,
Im happy to be home,
Coz there is every place to roam,

Back to school, early in the morning,
I see it is snowing,
I'm back to a place of learning,
Knowlegde is what Im earning,

School is a source of knowlegde,
The best part in my life is being at this stage,
It includes everything,
And it lacks nothing,

Teachers, friends are a part of a school,
Without which a school isn't a school..............

poem by Sherbanu Molu
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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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Take Me Back

Everyone tells me
I was dealt a losing hand
The way that I look
And the way that I act
Its not hard to understand
Sure I got troubles
Maybe you gotem too
Id like to explain what has happened to me
So it doesnt happen to you
I was born in los angeles
Many, many, many years ago
We lived out in north hollywood then
In a steamy little bungalow
My mother, my father
My baby brother and me
Playin cowboys all day
Out there in the valley
What a perfect family
Hey, hey
Get em up, get em up
Come a ti yi
Hey
Went off to high school
When I was thirteen
I was kind of advanced
If you know what I mean
Got into some trouble
Drinkin heavy with my friends in the hills
My daddy had to come down to the station to get me
He said, where is my angry young man?
Take me back
Baby, please take me back
I dont wanna live here by this dirty old airport
In this greasy little shack
Take me back
Baby, please take me back
Just give me a chance and well start all over again
Now that young girl
Was just a summertime thing
She went back to school
When the school bell ring
Now I do my laundry by myself
Every night I eat alone
Baby please, please, please
Wont you let me come back home
Goin off to college
Passed every test
They said, lets send this boy to palo alto
He could be one of the best
Four years at stanford
Worked very hard
A lot of good it did me, little tramp,
Yourre ruining my life
Take me back
Baby, please take me back
I dont wanna live here by this dirty old airport
In this greasy little shack
Take me back
Baby, please take me back
Just give me a chance
And well start all over again
Just give me a chance
And well start all over

song performed by by Randy Newman
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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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Long Haired Lady

Well, well, well, well, well,
Do you love me like you know you ought to do?
Well, well, well, well, well,
Or is this the only thing you want me for?
Well, Ive been meaning to talk to you about it for sometime,
Sweet little lass, you are my long haired lady.
Whos the lady that makes that brief occasional laughter?
Shes the lady we wears those flashing eyes.
Wholl be taking her ome when all the dancing is over?
Im the lucky man she will hypnotize.
Long haired lady. long haired lady.
Ah, love is long, love is long, love is long.
Ah, when youre wrong, love is long, love is long.
Well, well, well, well, well,
Do you love me like you know you ought to do?
Well, well, well, well, well,
Or is this the only thing you want me for?
Well, Ive been meaning to talk to you about it for sometime,
Sweet little lass, you are my long haired lady.
Bells are buzzing about my sweet delectable baby,
Birds are humming about their big surprise.
Whos your favorite person, dear phenomenal lady?
I belong to the girl with flashing eye.
Long haired lady. long haired lady.
Ah, sing your song, love is long, love is long.
Ah, love is long, love is long, love is long.

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Baby you are more beautiful

Baby you are so pretty
As if you are a full moon
No No No No No No
You are more beautiful

Baby you are so charming
As if you are a red rose
No No No No No No
You are more beautiful

Baby you are fantastic
As if you are a rainbow
No No No No No No
You are more beautiful

Baby you are attractive
As if you are a magnet
No No No No No No
You are more beautiful

Baby you are so stylish
As if you are a peacock
No No No No No No
You are more beautiful

Baby you can give comfort
As if you are spring season
No No No No No No
You are more beautiful

Baby you are so restless
You are like a butterfly
No No No No No No
You are more beautiful

poem by Asif Andalib
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Gone (In memory of my Grandpa)

Grew up without a father in my life.
15 years passed me by having a grandpa that truly cared.
Took me anywhere I wanted to go.
Teaching me from right and wrong, when mom was at work.
Never thought it would end like this.
On that last week of school hard-aching every moment while
I was there trying to get by, not trying to cry.
May 26,2005 gone 15 years of my life flashed before
my ver own two eyes.
Every Razorback game on tv, we watched together.
He never let me down.
Supported me in anything I did.
Sitting here thinking its been almost a year, one long
year since he's been gone
Can't believe its been that long.
Missing him so, wishing he was still here, here to see
me graduate next year.
You never know what you've got until its gone before
your very own two eyes.

Written in 2006

poem by Heather Hill
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Fair Thee Well Without Teachers?

ridicule the teachers
gifted teachers with passion heart
society blame teachers

blame teachers for problems
politicians poverty laziness created
blame teachers decades past

for all your problems today
ever heard of night school
upskilling retraining effort

take no guilt no responsibility
blame teachers for problems
fair thee well without teachers?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

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School- My Palace

Teacher’s Day 2011

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Baby's Eyes

Redirected Rage At Students Unblessed-Thank God, I'm No Longer Possessed.

My Sweet School

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Teacher’s Day 2011

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Baby's Eyes

Redirected Rage At Students Unblessed-Thank God, I'm No Longer Possessed.

My Sweet School

Wizardly School

Take Me Back

School Just School

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Old Friends

Baby you are more beautiful

Gone (In memory of my Grandpa)

Fair Thee Well Without Teachers?

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