Lesson One
A poet named Paul Apicella
while as prickly as Nelson Mandela
has politely declared
that his skill is impaired
though he may be a jolly good fella.
He likes limericks, well so he states
has presented a taste to his mates.
It insulted the ear
and I worry and fear
it's a dinner without any plates.
I shall be your new lim-e-rick teacher
let me warn you, I'm really a preacher.
If you do earn a FAIL
I shall send you an ale;
to the Irish a limerick's a creature.
As you see you have had your first lesson.
Look at poems as delicatessen.
If you force them at all
your own star soon will fall;
You shall meet my dear friends Smith and Wesson.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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On Being Told That There Is No Rhyme For The Word “Limerick”
After I heard Harry’s limerick,
I found that my mind set to simmer. “Rick, ”
I said to myself,
“One might write it itself, ”
But I answered, “You’re chances are slimmer, Rick! ”
So I can’t find a good rhyme for Limerick.
Told myself, “ You are just a beginner, Rick
And though there’s no reason
You can’t write something decent,
I fancy your chances get grimmer, Rick! ”
He said that it might rhyme with turmeric
But I thought, “You’re not that fast a learner, Rick:
Ditch your thoughts wasting time
Finding suitable rhyme;
Let your plans, man, stand on the back burner, Rick.”
But the cogwheels had started to turn a bit
As I guessed I had started to learn a bit
And I might find a line
That rhymes Limerick fine
And might win me a prize, so I earn a bit.
But I thought, “Though there was just a glimmer, Rick.
You will think till you’re needing a zimmer, Rick,
Since the muse isn’t kind,
I am sure you’ll will find
Not a word that will rhyme fine with Limerick.”
poem by C. Richard Miles
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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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I once met a belle named Nicole Rick,
Her erotic curves gave me a kick,
I stroked on her bum -
She moaned without rum.
To beginners, Rick's a limerick.
quote by by Harindhar Reddy
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The Kind Of Fella I Am
Well I dont like it when I see your eyes dartin
Back and forth across the room
And I dont like it when I see you doin dances
Baby that I aint used to
Chorus:
But thats the kind of fella I am
Thats the kind of fella I am
Im a jealous kinda fella
And I might fall in love with you
Im a jealous kinda fella
And I just might fall in love with you
Hey
Well I dont like it when you try to impress me
With your daddys jewels and his car
And I dont like it when I hear you talkin
bout your ex-boyfriend the movie star
What I like is when you walk me home
And you let me hold you tight
But I dont like it when I hear that you learned
All this from some other guy
Chorus:
But thats the kind of fella I am
Thats the kind of fella I am
Im a jealous kinda fella
And I might fall in love with you
Im a jealous kinda fella
And I just might fall in love with you
Hey
So look out
Chorus:
But thats the kind of fella I am
Thats the kind of fella I am
Im a jealous kinda fella
And I might fall in love with you
Im a jealous kinda fella
And I just might fall in love with you
Hey
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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World's Teacher
If you want to learn
Then make heart your preacher
For it teaches you alot
For it is a world's teacher
For there are many things
And this world is wide
Where almost everything
Appears with two sides
And out of that my dear
One is good for you
But other side is really
Bitter and hard too
So learn to face it both
And with courage all
Troubles will go away
without giving you a fall
Only if you will make'
Your own heart your teacher
And learn to handle joys
And tears like a preacher.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Sigerson Clifford Sung Of
Sigerson Clifford sung of the The Boys of Barr Na Sraide the happy boys who hunted for the Wran
The boys who grew up to be freedom fighters Who took on the British troops The Black and Tan
He glorified them in his famous ballad the brave young rebels of his Kerry Town
The boys of Caherciveen and Barr Na Sraide to fight for Ireland their claim to renown
Sigerson Clifford sung of his gentle teacher the likeable and pleasant Brother Mick
The one who introduced Humanity to his classroom who banished the strap that pained and burnt the stick
A better and by far a more successful teacher than those who took delight in the usage of the cane
He was so different to his other teachers that he and his school mates wondered was he sane
Sigerson Clifford sung about the Irish Travellers of them some famous ballads he did write
He was the uncrowned Poet Laureate of Kerry other his songs sing and his poems do recite
His songs and poems are full of joy and pathos the one who was born with the gift of rhyme
In death he remains as a poetic legend and he was a legend in his own lifetime
Sigerson Clifford sung of the Boys of Barr Na Sraide and in Irish literature the renowned Kerry poet
Lives in his poems and songs as one remembered he was indeed a literary man of note.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Life Teaching
Life has been my teacher
time has been my tutor
living has been made my homework.
Its a class i have never missed
for this lesson has been prolonged.
The teacher is punctual
for this i punctuate every lesson
with a test of wit
i am pushed to the peak
of my endurance
and i'm let to fall
a test on my faith
i fear
though i hear
victory is here
i trust my gear
hence i rise every time i fall.
poem by Pen anthony
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For Declan
There once was a fellow named D.
he had misunderstood little me.
Though his poems ain't bad
and he is a good lad
so let pax for the two of us be.
So this limerick was writ just to say
that in life it is better to play
than to act like two farts
who would hurl poisoned darts
let me know if it's Aye or Nay.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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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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A change is called for.
A change is called for.
We always tend to over cater
And eat the leftovers later
Until we’re sick to death of them
This year a different stratagem
We shall dine out on Christmas day
It will be worth the price we pay
No washing up which must be done.
We can relax and just have fun
Probably drink a glass or two
Of our very favourite brew
My lady likes bubbles in her wine
But I prefer the taste of mine
Good old fashioned bitter beer.
In this we differ always I fear
It matters not for we have got.
A sufficient supply of both
To meet our needs and nothing loathe.
We’ll drink a toast to absent friends
To friendships which will never end
To friends who we may never meet
We could walk past them on the street
We will still drink to their good health
and wish them health and happiness
We will succumb eventually
And fall asleep on the settee.
Tuesday,13 December 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Widow is as Fresh
Love that you experience with one now
Isn’t hampered by the love pursued elsewhere
As the taste of mango you experience
Is not impaired by the taste had earlier.
When you taste a mango in hand
You don’t recall the taste in the past.
Senses enjoy what is presented.
A widow acts as much a first wife.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My History Teacher
My ice cold blood
[you're not a warm-blooded creature]
Your ice cold stare
Is my HISTORY TEACHER
I sewed my heart up one little stich at a time
One shotty job done, it is true, but I
couldn't do it by myself, you coulda done the rest
But you went and ripped it right outta my chest
My ice cold blood
[you're not a warm-blooded creature]
Your ice cold stare
Is my HISTORY TEACHER
I wasn't even finished
I needed more thread
I got distracted by the
'Good' ideas you put in my head
My ice cold blood
[you're not a warm-blooded creature]
Your ice cold stare
Is my HISTORY TEACHER
You remind me of my delicate past
You remind me I'm good for nothing
You tell me that you love me[lies]
And remind me I wont be anything
My ice cold blood
[you're not a warm-blooded creature]
Your ice cold stare
Is my HISTORY TEACHER
You make me remeber what I've done
Because you make me remember I have no friends
You make me remeber It's all my fault
For making my happiness end
My ice cold blood
[you're not a warm-blooded creature]
Your ice cold stare
Is my HISTORY TEACHER
My ice cold blood
[you're not a warm-blooded creature]
Your ice cold stare
Is my HISTORY TEACHER
poem by Gabriella Franco
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Not Every Poem Knows How To Say Its Own Name Properly
NOT EVERY POEM KNOWS HOW TO SAY ITS OWN NAME PROPERLY
Not every poem knows how to say its own name properly-
There are poems that have no name
And poems that are named by others who have not written them-
There are poems whose names make them what they are
And poems whose names contradict and belie them-
Many poems have their first lines as their names
And these poems often are as memorable as one line only-
Great poems and good poems can be nameless
Or can have unforgettable names.
Not every poem knows how to say its own name properly -
Poems are poems are poems
And names are names are names
And sometimes they meet and are one
And live happily ever after-
But there are times when perhaps
They never should have met each other at all.
Poems have their names
And names have their poems
But sometimes they love each other
And truly are one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A teacher
“Put up brave front and go ahead”
“Provide leadership and lead”
“Pick up fast and books you read”
Teacher always advised us to head
Notorious children may quarrel and raise voice
Like crowdie place with heavy movement and noise
They will notice teacher’s absence and ready for misadventuare
Ugly scene created without making it sure
Some one may get up to show little finger
Teacher may ask: ” are you feeling any hunger”
He may reply with pain and say” Sir, little call”
If you don’t permit me, I will simply fall
Teacher may think about next move of children
So many excuses for asking favours in turn
Some one with two fingers may ask for permission
“Sir, I have to respond to nature’s call for admission
Such were naughty gestures to be tackled with
They may make different voices with closed teeth
So much innocence with nothing to complain
They may come with lots of reasons but all in vain
You may find no worry on their face
Rush to the ground for play and race
They will fall and get up for next move
Eagerness on their part to show and prove
If we fail to deliver basic knowledge
They will fail to cover ground and mileage
What is their fault if we don’t prepare them for worst?
How will they know real value of tests for coming first?
It is very fast slipping away from our hand
They turn enemies before becoming friends
Good fatherly advices fall on deaf ears
Its clear impact will be known after years
We do and perform what is expected from us?
We wish to train them but mainly can’t focus
The level is deteriorating and slipping away
Teacher’s have no choice but to make the way
No nation can progress if it lacks expertise with promise
The new generation has to be prepared to rise
Who else can do it without help from teacher?
He is the force behind and can act as architecher
Teacher only can guide and take to the door steps
If there is place called like heaven wihoutm traps
He is mentor as well as guide and philosopher
We as whole may progress, excel and prosper
Let he be the sole propritor of this field
Let no one exert pressure or influence to yield
This will degenerate or fail the entire process
Future generation may be deprived of good access
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.
quote by Nelson Mandela
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Tricks
Ive seen the action
All kinds of people
Seen things disgusting
Ive seen it all
Ive heard excuses
All kinds of stories
Ive heard confessions
Ive heard it all
They wrote bad poems
Painted bad pictures
They say we used them
Im not sure
Some call it love and
Some call it affection
I dont believe it
Its all clean young flesh
And we all fall down
We all fall down
You say you want it
Dress to kill and kill me
We could play new games
And you could lose
Dont tell your mother
Or some jealous husband
Dont talk of love just
Send me a postcard
We need to feel it
We need to feel it
Ive lost all patience
Youll lose all pride
Ive no conversation
Ive no good intentions
Ive room for one more
Ive room for you
They say were corrupted
They say were disturbing
I dont know
It must be true
They say were reckless
They say were vicious
Its just a rumour
We dont leave scars
She likes the movement
She likes the motion
She likes to whisper
But then she likes to scream
She likes the dancing
She likes the make up
She likes to forget
bout everything
song performed by by Gary Numan
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If there are dreams about a beautiful South Africa, there are also roads that lead to their goal. Two of these roads could be named Goodness and Forgiveness.
quote by Nelson Mandela
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It is said that the failure of a student is the failure of the teacher. But what if the teacher wished the student to fail as a lesson? Then it would be that failure is a lesson and the student has become the teacher unto themselves the harshest lesson of all.
quote by Jason R Tschetter
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Sandy
Lost a willow to Sandy
Many lost a whole lot more
On my deck sipping Brandy
Better here that down the shore
Houses ravaged, boats are tossed
People told: leave the island
Most went mainland, some are lost
Either way they took a stand
Mother Nature calls the shots
A lesson learned my dear friends
So, take heed or sleep in cots
And with God please make amends
poem by Paul H Nelson
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I cannot conceive of Israel withdrawing if Arab states do not recognize Israel, within secure borders.
quote by Nelson Mandela
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