Education Poems
There's A Dark Cloud Over My Head
by Leon Thomas Lee
There is a dark cloud over my head
With every move i make, every step i take
It keeps following me
Lord you know i want to free
Dark clouds, dark clouds, dark clouds
Now as the rain begins to fall, i feel so small
I'm always getting wet with the rain of prejudice
Look there is a mist of discrimation
And the fog of injustice
Dark clouds, dark clouds, dark clouds hanging over my head
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Education
by Norena M. Jones
You want to be in a gang
And shoot up everything with a bang
You say they'll have your back
But education is what you lack
Education is the key to life
And not getting stabbed with a knife
Education will lead you to great heights
And not to everyday fights
Education will help you excel
Not lead you to a county jail
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Kaddish, Part I
by Allen Ginsberg
Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on
the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.
downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking,
talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues
shout blind on the phonograph
the rhythm the rhythm--and your memory in my head three years after--
And read Adonais' last triumphant stanzas aloud--wept, realizing
how we suffer--
And how Death is that remedy all singers dream of, sing, remember,
prophesy as in the Hebrew Anthem, or the Buddhist Book of An-
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African child
by Roger Haule
African Child
African child is like rat,
Unaware heading to hungry cat,
Hiding openly in dense forest,
Waiting eagerly to elate gut,
Fight fight you brave descendant .
Child Parents are godly important,
Never ever in earthy act,
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Through The Dark Sod—as Education -
by Emily Dickinson
Through the Dark Sod—as Education—
The Lily passes sure—
Feels her white foot—no trepidation—
Her faith—no fear—
Afterward—in the Meadow—
Swinging her Beryl Bell—
The Mold-life—all forgotten—now—
In Ecstasy—and Dell—
Corridors of Learning
by Ghairo Daniels
Corridors of Learning
I sat on my hands while
She questioned my competency
Saw her mascara leaking
Slow murky tears
Master and Servant
Weighing one another’s wounds
Each curious about the others’ past
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Education
by Mario Odekerken
Education is the slow carving of stone,
each lesson a chisel mark against forgetting.
It is the patient weaving of thought into thought,
threading wonder through the fabric of doubt.
It asks for nothing but the willingness to be remade,
again and again,
to find beauty in what is unfinished.
A book opens like a gate into the unknown;
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Propagandists and the Hollow Crowd
by Igor Vykhovanets
Propagandists and the Hollow Crowd
Boldly we will spread deception,
Sold our souls at youth’s inception.
Those with honor never dare
Turn the crowd to fools... or snare?
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Here It Is
by Brady Stewart
Words words words
Who feels better
I want to see those Rais-ed hands,
Those bless-ed smiles,
My classroom babies
Here they are
The words words words,
What mom and dad sent you here for,
Yes?
Chalk on board,
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Writer of Manifestos
by Ian McCleary
My Drawing 1 professor introduced me to the 99 Dada Manifestos of Tristan Tzara. I believe that most of what stuck with me from my art education was my inner desire to rebel.
And what I write today are the continuation of Dada Manifestos started in the 1910's. Dada Manifestos that lay bare the lack of creativity in today's culture and what is needed to change that.
