Happiest Days Of Our Lives
Well, when we grew up and went to school,
There were certain teachers,
Who would hurt the children in any way they could,
By pouring their derision,
Upon anything we did,
Exposing every weakness,
However carefully hidden by the kids.
But in (but in) the town it was well known,
When they got home at night,
Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them,
Within inches of their lives.
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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The Happiest Days Of Our Lives
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who would
Hurt the children any way they could
By pouring their derision
Upon anything we did
And exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kids
But in the town it was well known
When they got home at night, their fat and
Psycopathic wives would thrash them
Within inches of their lives
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Home is the first school and mother is the first teacher
Home is the first school and mother is the first teacher
Parents are the builder of children’s characters and minds,
The mother won’t be a fighter but should be a well preacher,
If she is an illiterate she must carry her children to tuition,
Howsoever the mother should educate their children first,
And she should send her children to school daily and regularly,
Teachers are not blamed not to fulfil children’s educational thirst,
Both the parents and teachers should make them the best citizens,
As we can’t work with one hand likewise we can’t walk with one leg,
Hence, parents and teachers are the same faces of the same coin,
If parents and teachers do them careless they suffer in life to beg,
Do well and have well it is said to see your own profit in life or ruin,
That is why parents and teachers are the best artists of the child,
If an art is spoilt the statue of the child looks like an ugly and a wild.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Poem: 'Self-Abandonment
- 9. May.2006 -
The kids at school were mean to her
They called her nasty names
The kids at school abandoned her
Left her out of all their games
The kids at school hurt her badly
With each word that cruelly spoke
The kids at school were so unloving
As they slowly stole her hope
The kids at school were never kind
They put her through unspeakable hell
The kids at school gave up on her
So she gave up on herself…
poem by Rachel Ann Clark
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Those 'Kids' We Knew To Grow
There is nothing like,
Living our lives...
Through the eyes,
Of our own 'grown' children.
And there is nothing like,
An acceptance that eventually comes.
When the realization 'arrives'...
That our own lives have not been lived.
And those 'kids' we knew to grow,
Now have children of their own.
With wish,
That their grandparents would stay home...
To take care of them!
And...
Not be found partying around town,
With 'kids' more than half their age!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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!
poem by John Celes
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Kids I Once Knew Had Specific Chores
We knew fear but not excuses...
Where I grew up and lived as a kid.
Plus we were too competitive...
With a daring done to prove we weren't afraid.
And much too inquisitive about life,
Back in those days...
When we were taught to be respectful.
And all of the kids I once knew had specific chores,
Assigned to do to get done.
With a doing of them first or face the consequences.
To 'then' be followed by the doing of any school homework.
I am not one to say the children today are lazy.
Nor am I one to pass judgement on the obvious,
To argue in debate or heated discussion with those offended.
Since today there is a difference between being 'smart',
And having common sense.
Intellectualizing what is obviously a detriment,
I leave to those still trying to impress...
There elementary school teachers.
There is a technology involved a lot of children use,
Without using their heads like we once had to do.
And not being able to read 'and' write?
To then brag about graduating from high school?
Whether or not they attended day or night...
With an acceptance given to go to a college too?
I will not say is ridiculous...
Since to me that's my observation.
And I have had it being the one considered to be a fool.
No wonder they have no discipline.
Folks refuse to acknowledge the truth.
Or instill this asset within the minds of their children.
They've been given the right to do as they choose.
And refusing to listen...
So many have chosen 'that' to do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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.
poem by Louis Rams
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Cut My Hair
Why should I care
Why should I care
If I have to cut my hair?
If I have to cut my hair?
Ive got to move with the fashions
Ive got to move with the fashions
Or be outcast.
Or be outcast.
I know I should fight
I know I should fight
But my old man hes really alright,
But my old man hes really alright,
And Im still living at home
And Im still living at home
Even though it wont last.
Even though it wont last.
Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents
Five inches long.
Five inches long.
Im out on the street again
Im out on the street again
And Im leaping along.
And Im leaping along.
Im dressed right for a beach fight,
Im dressed right for a beach fight,
But I just cant explain
But I just cant explain
Why that uncertain feeling is still
Why that uncertain feeling is still
Here in my brain.
Here in my brain.
The kids at school
The kids at school
Have parents that seem so cool.
Have parents that seem so cool.
And though I dont want to hurt them
And though I dont want to hurt them
Mine want me their way.
Mine want me their way.
I clean my room and my shoes
I clean my room and my shoes
But my mother found a box of blues,
But my mother found a box of blues,
And there doesnt seem much hope
And there doesnt seem much hope
Theyll let me stay.
Theyll let me stay.
Zoot suit, etc.
Zoot suit, etc.
Why do I have to be different to them?
Why do I have to be different to them?
Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend,
Just to earn the respect of a dance hall friend,
We have the same old row, again and again.
We have the same old row, again and again.
Why do I have to move with a crowd
Why do I have to move with a crowd
Of kids that hardly notice Im around,
Of kids that hardly notice Im around,
I have to work myself to death just to fit in.
I have to work myself to death just to fit in.
Im coming down
Im coming down
Got home on the very first train from town.
Got home on the very first train from town.
My dad just left for work
My dad just left for work
He wasnt talking.
He wasnt talking.
Its all a game,
Its all a game,
cos inside Im just the same,
cos inside Im just the same,
My fried egg makes me sick
My fried egg makes me sick
First thing in the morning.
First thing in the morning.
song performed by by Who
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If Children Ruled The World
If Children Ruled The World,
Parents, Adults and Teachers will go to bed at 8: 00
and wake up at 7: 00 to dress up for school.
At school children will treat them like nothing,
and Parents, Adults and Teachers will have nothing to do or say.
In the morning at school, they would have to line up like chrildrens used to do like every single mornings.
If Children Ruled The World,
Lollies will be for everyone even adults and parents.
Parents and Adults will have such awful rotten teeth just like all children used to have in their teeths.
Every mornings right after adults brushes their teeths or hairs, the children would have to check if their hairs and teeths are alright.
In School Trips children goes for free but the adults has to always pay.
If Children Ruled The World,
the world wou; d be treated badly.
The children would be rich and adults would be poor and always ask for children for some money.
There will be no clean water,
No food for the adults to eat except lollies.
If Children Ruled The World,
WE'LL ALL BE IN A JAM!
poem by Crystal Pongi
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What did I do in high school? I grew from 5 feet 4 inches to 6 feet 2 inches.
quote by Gregory Peck
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We Are The Children
We are the children who never got to be children
We all grew up too fast
We are the children who cried silent tears
Praying it wouldn't last
We are the children who practised their smile
Hiding all the pain inside
We are the children who couldn't get away
Got dragged along for the ride
So now hear my prayer
Let the children smile
Don't take away their youth and innocence
Let them be kids for a while
So now join this march
For the children's rights
Don't lock them away in the cold and the dark
Just give them a shining light
The kids don't work they do my head in
Just remember it's coz of all the lies you spin
You think it's messed up now - just wait till you're old
You never made those memories out of gold
The kids they cry
Every single night
Just let them smile
And see the light
poem by Alex Daydream
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Highschool Friendships
High school friendships rarely last
Eventually school becomes a blurry past
As we get caught up in our lives
Forget to be good husbands and wives
Constantly working to pay bills and taxes
No one stops and relaxes
Kids are ignored by busy parents
Who always get in arguments
As we move along its work, eat, sleep
We all continue weather happy or sad
And sometimes we miss the high school friends we had
poem by Breanna Verkon
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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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School Sucks
People hate school.
This is a fact.
Why?
Why do you think?
By graduation,
You need a shrink.
Teachers lecture you,
Teachers yell at you,
People hate you,
What can you do?
Teachers get in your face,
Teachers enjoy your suffering,
They tell you what to do,
They think they own you.
Kids hate you,
They call you names,
They say hurtful things,
They make minutes feel like days.
There is no escape.
You sit in a desk,
Cramped and uncomforatable,
Waiting for the time to pass.
Bored out of your mind,
You’re going insane.
You start to fidget,
Play games and complain.
School is lame.
You watch the clock,
Tick tock, tick tock.
Does this never end?
You pull out your phone and text,
It makes a sound when you hit send.
Sitting in the principals office,
No phone, no fun,
Waiting to be treated like a kid.
They wonder why we hate school.
School is no fun,
School should be overruled.
Waiting for the weekend,
Wearing the next trend,
Excluded all the time,
Can’t get away fast enough,
3: 10, this is the end.
poem by Hailey Agnew
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Victorias Secret
(toby keith/wayne perry)
Word sure gets around in a tattle tale town
That why she never goes out at night
But when her kids go to school and her husbands gone too
She gets in her care and she drives
To a little motel on the outskirts of town
Puts on her perfume and turns the bed down
And Im the only one who knows victorias secret
Her husbands always working and hes never home
When hes there with her hes still gone
And she cant stand living and loving alone
Well shes got her children to raise, thats why she cant let it show
Im the only one who knows victorias secret
Its pta meetings, warm social greetings
A womans work never gets done
Its church sunday, it starts again monday
Seems shes always on the run
And she gets so lonely it tears her in two
Thats when she does what a woman must do
And Im the only one who knows victorias secret
Her husbands always working and hes never home
When hes there with her hes still gone
And she cant stand living and loving alone
Well shes got her children to raise, thats why she cant let it show
Im the only one who knows victorias secret
Ah shes got her children to raise thats why she cant let it show
Im the only one who knows victorias secret
Yeah Im the only one who knows victorias secret
song performed by by Toby Keith
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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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Today I am sixteen again
A statue stands at the gate
of the school,
marking a place of distinction
where children get the highest grades
in the country
play rugby, cricket
and golf at international level.
Today I am sixteen again
and have to go home
as the school has been closed
because of intimidation
by union thugs, from a union
to which the teachers here
do not belong.
Five minibus taxis’s stopped
in the school yard
and black adults got out,
threw bricks through windows,
set the rugby, hockey and soccer fields alight
by splashing gasoline
and the police do not intervene.
The principal is scared
about our safety
and although the teachers here
are not on strike,
school has been cancelled
and the country is going to the ground,
falling to pieces
while a union is striking.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Advice to Little Children
Bless those little children
That love to go to school;
Blessed be the children
That obey the golden rule.
Children, love your parents,
For they have cared for you;
When you were little infants
They watched and prayed for you.
CHORUS:
Bless those little children
That go to Sabbath school,
For they hear of Jesus,
And learn the golden rule.
Prayed that you might some day
Give a pleasant smile,
Be a comfort in their old age,
And be a loving child.
Now my little children,
Be cheerful in your song,
And make your home an Eden,
For all the day long.
Chorus --
Love your little school-mates,
Be gentle in your play,
Be kind to your teachers,
And their commands obey.
Oh! then you will be happy
In the bright world to come,
For then your friends will love you
Forever, little ones.
poem by Julia A Moore
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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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