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Saturday At The Canal

by Gary Soto

I was hoping to be happy by seventeen.
School was a sharp check mark in the roll book,
An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team
Was going to win at night. The teachers were
Too close to dying to understand. The hallways
Stank of poor grades and unwashed hair. Thus,
A friend and I sat watching the water on Saturday,
Neither of us talking much, just warming ourselves
By hurling large rocks at the dusty ground
And feeling awful because San Francisco was a postcard

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Creed

by Steve Turner

We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don't hurt anyone,
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.

We believe in sex before during
and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.

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The Supply Teacher

by Allan Ahlberg

Here's the rule for what to do
If ever your teacher has the flu
Or for some other reason takes to her bed
And a different teacher comes instead

When the visiting teacher hangs up her hat
Writes the date on the board, does this or that
Always remember, you have to say this,
OUR teacher never does that, Miss!

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First Day At School

by Roger McGough

A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in uniform
Lived all their lives in playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don't let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up.

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Peer Pressure

by Vincent G. Mead

Today I have been issued a dare, by my peer,
If I do what they ask I will get in trouble, but they swear,
my life they will not spear
And if I don't they will make me into a rubble I am so
scared, who cares?
Tonight I can't sleep, this trouble is too deep,
I can't make a peep, I began to weep,
Is there no one who cares? That I am so scared?
Because of my Peers, I am filled with fears
I cried out in despair, is there no one who cares?

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Recent Teacher Poems

Exceptionally Fab (Ms. Neha Arora Goyal)

by Priya Goel

Lavenders swinging happily by the side,
Life gave me a gift, a truly wonderful guide.
Explicit a teacher, marvelous indeed,
Having you here, is the best we have received.
You make us interested to try,
Kind and amiable, give us wings to fly.
When it doesn't go right, you make me smile,
Your wisdom helps us conquer the longest mile.
Special, with that glorious heart,
Whenever I can't, you help me start.

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The Shape of Things to Come

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

I was a popular geometry teacher, imparting knowledge to the young,
Like the proficient translator, who is able to speak in different tongues.

I found shapes to be intriguing, for few things in existence lacked one,
Like the shapes of dark, cool shadows, floating in the wake of the sun.

I lived in a cozy, L shaped house, comprising a rectangle and a square,
On a fern green, tree lined street, with serenades of birds everywhere.

I was always cognizant of the math, that lay at the heart of all things,

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Chemistry Teacher

by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze

My teacher was not so good as yours seems to be,
His name was Goodwill and he taught us Chemistry.
He always wanted us to answer difficult questions,
And beat you strong if you cannot balance equations.
If you are late in class he'd twist and twist your ear
Until it falls to the ground and you'll pick it there.
He was so strong when he held you you'd wet your pants...
(He had gigantic hands I once gave him a compliment)
But a person can survive twenty four strokes I was the experiment,
Don't ever disturb Goodwill and give him a comment!

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No Longer Feeling Tense

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

My given name is Hortense, and I am an English Professor,
I love my job and my life, and to do my best I endeavor.

I am popular with my students, as I also am with friends;
And I have a loving family, like springtime joyful trends!

I am shrewd and practical, and am impatient with silliness,
As the blooms of August each strive, to be the prettiest.

I love nature and wild things, and I do visit them often,

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Fabulous Motivator (Ms. Shabina Khan)

by Priya Goel

Beautiful as the moonlight gleam,
She taught us, to work in a team.
Not only did she teach us English as a subject,
Always took us to an imaginary journey of each object.

She, as a fairy down this earth,
Her stories give a thousand readers birth.
Handwriting like the pearls shining bright,
She can transform a person with her insight.

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