To my teachers
Teachers don’t teach
But more like guide
One’s innocent soul
Upon a wonderful stride
Through the park
Before dark
Pointing out animals and trees along the way.
Teaching life lessons
from which we shall not sway
Holding our hand
Paving our path
From crayons and coloring
To reading and math
To english and science
and then beyond
from swimming in the tub
To swimming in the pond.
For us to learn
For us to grow
For we shall know
which way to go
when there’s a fork in the road
because you told us so
not which way to choose
But the fact that we’ll know.
And from that we will grow
Just Because our teachers told us so.
So...Thank You.
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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
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Ode to Teachers
Ode to Teachers
Teachers are not just people whose job is to teach
Teachers are not just people who grade our papers or stand at the front of the classroom
Teachers are not just people who give us homework
No!
Teachers are part of our life
Never to be forgotten
Teachers are like steps that help us
Help us make it to the top
To be a greater person
To exceed expectations
They prepare us for great outside world
With its stone cold heart
Where if we trip and fall on our face
It will laugh at us
But because of our teachers
Our wonderful teachers
We remember to get back up
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Mimicry Assignment
Many classrooms were my home
and dozens of teachers called my name
thousands of lessons taught and learned
after time its all the same
For I was an intelligent child
my knowledge knew no end
homework tests and lessons
it seemed book smarts were my best fried
Everyday I proved ready
to ace my work with ease
with hardly any effort or drive
my lessons were a breeze
For I was an intelligent child
my teachers and classmates knew it
the lessons were long and tedious
but i knew i had to do it
During all those monotonous years
I decided it wasnt for me
I hated math and things with rules
I desired creativity
Yes, many classrooms were my home
and dozens of teachers helped me see
while i excelled at math and science
creative writing was for me.
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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.
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Teachers Affect Eternity
Tolerant, supportive and sympathetic teachers are the best
While most seem ideal, some shouldn't teach at all.
Great teachers find their work fruitful and rewarding
As they pass on their knowledge with love as their call.
Good physical and mental health are important
For teachers must have energy, stamina and determination.
To shoulder their duties as shepherds of thought
Passing on wisdom to each generation.
In the words of Henry Adams, ' Teachers affect eternity
You can never tell where their influence will cease.'
As the teachers of the Bible spread their message
Their students learned of war, faith, love, death and peace.
Teachers world over have the same basic goal
To help others mature, reason, accomplish and grow.
They instruct, inform, debate and discipline
Teaching the rudiments of life we should know.
Teacher’s Day
Obey your teachers, everyone;
Respect your teachers, everyone;
Remember your teachers, everyone.
Heed to what they teach in class.
Like/ love your teachers, if superb;
Emulate your teachers exemplary;
Reward them for their excellence;
Be humble to them all through your life;
Thank your teachers for good things done;
Forgive your teachers, if they’ve wronged;
Pray to God to bless their lives on earth always.
Never mock;
Never hate;
Never anger;
Never belittle;
Never ridicule;
Never humiliate:
Your teachers anytime.
Be proud of all your teachers
Of your school and college;
Help them if they should ask;
Assist them in each task;
A teacher is a gift from God;
Thank God for your part!
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Teachers
I don't know how to do it unless you teach me,
But i have the hope to be on the right path one day;
In this life, we all need teachers;
For even the President today was once taught by somebody.
We all need teachers to move on,
Like the work of an artistic design;
But after gaining many degrees,
What do we give back to our teachers?
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Teacher’s Day Poem (A Pot Pourri)
They help us strive for goals;
They give us model roles;
They are such superb souls;
That help sprout ‘student-poles’!
Most teachers teach us well;
We have no words to tell;
Sometimes, they even yell,
When we can’t rightly spell.
A gentle pat on back;
A simple word or whack;
Most teachers know the knack,
To find out what we lack.
They show us how to write;
They tell us what is right;
They taught all to be bright,
No matter what our plight.
And some talk about life;
And problems that are rife;
Be careful with a knife,
And how to tackle strife.
A teacher is so wise;
Most teachers do advise,
To keep away from vice,
And never tell white lies!
They teach us speak the truth;
And guide us in our youth;
In life, they help us smile
And run our earthly mile.
Some teach us how to play;
Some tell us how to say
The twin words, ‘aye’ and ‘nay’
And put us in life’s way.
God bless our teachers dear;
And keep them always near;
Their voices to well hear;
May they in life not tear.
What could our school-life be,
Without teachers lovely?
We love our teachers truly
We’ll miss them all surely!
‘Happy Teachers’ Day! ’ (Sept 5th)
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-31-2008
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(Africa poems) Gloom is what they confuse with true teaching
Old teacher!
You said...
If you're going to be
A street sweeper
Have the decency to be
The Oscar winning street sweeper!
Old teacher!
You said...
If you're going to be a mother
Make sure you mother them
To be responsible patriotic Africans!
Old teacher!
You said...
If you're going to be teachers
And doctors and lawyers
If you're going to represent Africa
In the sports arenas and the world forums
Do so with pride and dignity and brilliance!
Old teacher!
You said....
Be not like the plastic teachers
You see whose lessons lack the verve
And the soul and the love
Gloom is what they confuse with
The noble art of teaching
Don't be like them and
Their easy to forget lessons
That are without depth
And it reflects in the backlash of their pupils
Ad they loath their weak teachers
They don't respect them because
They are false teachers
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Teacher’s Day Verses (A Pot Pourri)
Most teachers teach;
And some do preach;
Not all can reach
The pupil each!
On ‘Teachers’ Day’
Students must say,
‘From heart, we thank you, aye,
for showing us life’s way! ’
Teachers are mostly right;
Pupils should never fight;
They show all wisdom’s light
With selflessness and might.
Each teacher is God’s gift,
Who gives us our life’s lift;
And warns us not to drift
Away, from learning shift!
Our teachers help us learn;
Sometimes they are quite stern;
The mid-night oil, we burn;
Our learning helps us earn;
There are some hearts that care,
And show love that is rare
Like parents, and knowledge share;
And smile, when students well fare.
Let students thank God
For teachers’ precepts, rod;
They must always nod
To teacher’s every word.
Our teachers mean a lot;
In life, they change our lot,
And prevent us from rot;
To thank them, we all ought.
Our Teachers give the spark
That lights our lives quite dark;
They keep us on the mark
Like guardian angels, Hark!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-4-2008
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Teachers Challenge
It's time for the public to open up their eyes
Without the teachers how will our kids survive
What will happen to our children if they
don't have an education
They are the foundation of this great nation.
The teachers all had a dream and a goal
To teach the public young and old.
They had learned early in college
That they must gain daily knowledge.
Every day they challenge their minds
With new knowledge that they find
It does not matter what the topic may be
It all goes down into history.
They work hard at what they do
Teaching our kids and their kids too.
Teaching is not an easy task
not all kids learn that fast.
Then there are those with special needs
With which the teachers plant their seeds.
They are given a lot more patience
And a lot more care, so with them
The teachers do share.
Now is the time that money should be given
So that they can earn a decent living.
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There Is An Art To Teaching
there is an art to teaching
some teachers are even good artists
these gift teach with understanding
science mathematics as arts
some teachers teach time in music arts
art itself is infinite awesome visions
spanning time space gift possibilities
art is the creation of divinity thumbs
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Surprise in Japan - Our teachers wash our toilets
after the lessons
our japanese teacher washes
the toilets we use
I was rather surprised when our japanese teacher in the school we went to in Ichikawa told us teachers take turn to wash the school toilets.
I suppose the school wanted to cut cost and the teachers did not mind since they loved teaching and the school.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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An Arrow
We listen to many things
in our willingness to learn.
Our teachers guide us
to the knowledge,
the wellspring
where we might learn.
However, guidance isn’t wisdom
only an arrow leading to it.
It’s up to us to choose
which wisdom that we seek
and nurture it with loving care
so like and infant it might grow.
(5 July 2011)
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A Warm Welcome to Teachers Today
Gone are the days of Guru-shishya!
Teachers of mettle are on the wane
Most things seem changed in today’s world
Ethics is on a downward trend
Students feel they can learn themselves
The Internet gives a false confidence
But none can be blamed for how things are
Virtues are declining fast!
Yet, teaching is a noble art!
Good teachers are a country’s wealth
Teachers must put their heart, mind, soul
Into teaching – their professional goal!
A teacher must be role-model
A teacher must be exemplary
A teacher must be knowledgeable
A teacher must be dedicated
Let’s change the world of teaching then
Let’s share with love, selflessly ken
Let’s make better all our children
Let’s make the student’s life, heaven!
Let noble thoughts fill teacher’s heart
Let perseverance rule the craft
Let craft become to all an art
Let love of teaching make head-start!
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Ocean Poem
I am merely a fish swimming in a pond of darkness.
The trees are anemones standing alone.
Yet still i ride on not giving up
Not stopping at all til we reach the home.
We are all just fish swimming around
We do not take in anything other than the water we breathe
We care about nothing
Its only ourselves we see
that’s why I swim alone in this pond
I don’t want to be like those others
The ones who are all the same
Ill be fine just remember my name
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Life is this
Swimming is
Not excise...
Swimming is
Not hobby...
Swimming is
Not work...
Swimming is
Life...
Yes...
Swimming is
Life...
For all fishess....
Boat and ship
Without breath...!
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Glitter / Fated
The day I met you was the beginning of my life
It was a sensation of liberation
A phenomenon of fate
That brought us together
We swim together in this bitter sea
Longing for a glittering outbreak
To guide us through the conduit
In a seemingly perfect life
And now the path partitions
Once we split, will we ever meet again
Once we meet, will you still be the same
And it will never be the same
This glitter was fated and there is no light
I’ve become one forlorn soul since you’ve been out of my life
It seems virtually impossible to keep swimming in this bitter sea
Our memories are too heavy and I can’t carry by myself
Ever since you left survival’s become so severe
Will these messages reach you one day
Are you still swimming alone
Do you still recall the glitter we once perceived
Will you wait for me at the end
I’ll keep swimming until we meet again
Wherever you are, our life was fated
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T’was the Week after Christmas Break a parody of T'was the night Before Christmas
T’was the week after Christmas break,
And all through the school
The students were restless
For lessons poured out like and overflowing pool
Though most were quite dreary,
Some still touched their work
While visions of summer
Came around with a quirk
Out in the streets
A few were ditching
And hoping that ideas
The teachers would stop pitching
In my own class
I had been thinking
And trying not to smell
The garbage that was stinking
My classmates were sleeping
While the teacher was teaching
And students in class
Were passing notes that were beseeching
I flipped through a book
Wondering what it would take
To get my teacher
To just take a break
I stared at my paper
But in thought I was distracted
As my teacher wrote notes
My head seemed compacted
Some candy might assist
I thought with a smile
But as I began to eat
It became a trial
I’d completely considered
To take a nap
But the teachers voice
Sounded like a bad rap
When out of nowhere
The class got quiet
And when I looked
Captain Know it all had started a riot
His appearance quite shabby
And I hated his beard
As he glanced at me
He said something weird
“What kind of child
Would not make a complaint
When class is just
A place of restraint? ”
“On History! On Science!
On wonderful math
On good behavior
And a great career path”
His message said
He rolled out of the room
But we heard him complain
When he was given a broom
Your teacher has bored you
So try to stay awake
Happy week after break to all
And to all, a good wake