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April fools

Mackenzie put a whoopie cushion
on the teacher’s chair.
Makayla told the teacher
that a bug was in her hair.

Alyssa brought an apple
with a purple gummy worm
and gave it to the teacher
just to see if she would squirm.

Elijah left a piece of plastic
dog doo on the floor,
and Vincent put some plastic vomit
in the teacher’s drawer.

Amanda put a goldfish
in the teacher’s drinking glass.
These April Fool’s Day pranks
are ones that you could use in class.

Before you go and try them, though,
there’s something I should mention:
The teacher wasn’t fooling
when she put us in detention.

–Kenn Nesbitt

Back To School? – Promote Yourself

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 I could not wait to get out of school.

Didn’t  care if I was a scholar or a fool.

Life can definitely some mind games play.

I applied to be a substitute teacher today.

What if I get a kid that reminds me of me?

Will I be able to inspire him/her above a C?

At least these times are much more kind.

I won’t be breaking paddles over his/her behind.

My school never thought at much I’d rate.

I only made my teachers and principal irate.

They want to sweep me out like trash with a broom.

Soon I may stand as a teacher in a classroom.

Forty years after I left town with great glee

What would they think if now they could see

The kid they wanted to see in reform school

Standing as a teacher and back in school?

http://mavmin.wordpress.com/category/poetry/

I don’t know what kind of poetry you are desiring, but here is a taste of what I do.
 
Ron Shultz

I Am A Teacher

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When I was a child and the autumn leaves began to turn
I would listen to my mother while we walked to school in pace
Her gait a proud posture evincing energy’s evolved sojourn
Me walking by her side, carrying my lumber (a trumpet in case)

I love this time of year
When summer’s time earns
A crisp bite in the air
Emanating familiar yearns
The cafeteria, reminds me
I am a teacher; hear me

We lived close by the grade school. I carved my identity here
She taught fourth graders how to be exceptional in life’s moment
Always hoping they might remember her ideals next year
When in fifth grade passed on, a new mentor might mete their talent

I recall loving my mother
A young student now alone
My world moves upon another
Journey towards an unknown
Sea of children with each other
Learning knowledge and tone

Later in life I would routinely ride a city bus across town
A book bag by my side continuing to hone my skills
Along the avenue my mother walked the same route alone
As I unaware stared quietly out the window on my own

Saw you riding the bus today
She smiled sowing sweet word
I didn’t see you said I in a shy way
Her eyes let me realize afterward
Expressed a contemplative sway
That moved my soft heart forward

I was many years past that early autumn morning walking
In hand with mother experiencing the start of a school year
When I came to terms with her assessment of my riding
On a city bus alone and contemplative with her eyes near

As a young boy walking
I am a teacher; hear me
Every day I am experiencing
A tease, a mystique, a discovery
When aroused by wondering
Her words and eyes direct me

Today, I have my classroom of children that greet me in a fuss
And every fall I recognize similar sounds and sights familiar
I know that she is watching over me as quiet, ride on my bus
Considering how I might pass on words so that children hear

Today I walk as a teacher
And you are my passion
I operate by a need here
To recognize your elation
Trust we might learn together
I am a teacher and this is my resolution

Thom Amundsen
thinkingoutloudagain.wordpress.com

You are the kids best companion

Dear teacher,

Young learners eagerly tend to thrive

Into a foreign language they need to dive

They are naturally zealous, curious, energetic, and alive

And sometimes are hyper and loud as if in a beehive

You should scaffold them all along the drive,

Provide them with adequate tools to survive

And consider the appropriate ways you should contrive

Dear teacher,

Young learners are fragile and vulnerable

With affection and care you should handle

With them into language learning you will travel

To stroll around their world that is not ample

But cozy, overwhelming and still humble

Use your magic to make them twinkle

And make their learning setting real and meaningful

Dear teacher,

Young learners are individuals with different smarts

Some use their brains, others use their hearts

Some prefer auditory styles, others fancy kinesthetic arts

Consider these differences when designing lesson parts

And make your objectives clear as if playing darts

Engage them in activities and assign purposeful projects

Make of their performance a shiny surface that reflects

Your successful mission to embrace those sweet hearts

© Chaouki M’kaddem

February 7, 2012

International competition 2012

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