Poetry Blogs (education)
Where is the magic?
We all start out knowing magic.
We are born with hurricanes and whirlwinds,
oceans and galaxies inside us.
We are able to sing to birds and read the clouds
and see the destiny in grains of sand.
But we have forgotten the magic
and we feel without compass, alone and desperately,
only selfishness, only pain, fear and darkness.
But, magic of love has nev...
Sunday 25th August 2019 4:33 pm
Day 8 of NaPoWriMo asks us to write poetry using the jargon of our professions (or someone else’s profession). As a philosophy instructor, my only learning objective was to destroy the smug and self-satisfied confidence my students had in their own knowledge. Petty of me, I know.
On the Destructive Power of Measureable Learning Objectives
Your destruction is both
Achievable and measurable
Monday 8th April 2019 7:17 am
If you learn from the past
Improving your future
Then you'll achieve the goal
And reach it safely faster
Pay an attention to move
Know the direction to go
Have time to Improve
Act well, not only "show"
Earn your people' regard
And don't cross the fence
Know the value of the word
Now you've got confidence
Sunday 17th February 2019 7:48 pm
From A to Z,
And from zero to infinity.
You feed me with education everyday.
Holding my hands,
You guide me to get my hands,
On my handwriting copy tracks.
Singing the rhymes together,
I start to open my mouth
With you, Teacher.
By your class and homeworks,
And checking them with red pen.
You edited my mistakes.
Your stick and sit-ups,
I loathe, but...
Tuesday 4th September 2018 4:11 am
When did learning become a contest
Schools become a fighting ground
Where those that don't fit in
Are no longer to be found?
Excluded and forgotten children
Left in their bedroom corner curled
Tired and frightened and angry
In our ever more competitive world.
Our sense of 'moral accountability'
Has been thrown out with the bath water
Tossed into another huge...
Wednesday 25th July 2018 8:44 pm
A little poem for all the teachers out there...
Season of Tests
Season of tests and sallow fruitlessness,
Pacing the aisles of shuffling fidget minds
Tapping pens and flicking rulers and the mess
Of scrunched up paper, shavings and the rinds,
Satsumas curling, yellowing skins up turned,
Ink stained fingers, mucky finger nails,
The slow stumble of old ideas new learned....
Thursday 4th January 2018 1:12 pm
Openness, in a time of terror,
It's not easy is it?
News story after sensationalised
With just one aim-
To drag us in,
Scare us witless,
Send us down,
Stop our daughters from going out,
Just what they wanted, perhaps,
Cancel that trip of fun planned,
Throw blame at misinformation,
I'm talking to everyone,
Holding their nearest and Dearest,
That little bit clos...
Monday 5th June 2017 9:16 pm
Boredom slowly creeps upon me,
Like a fog on top a hill.
My eyes start glazing over,
My brain is standing still.
I’m trying to take notice,
Of the message being said,
But it all just sounds like noise to me,
Facts won’t stay in my head.
If only I could listen,
For just a minute more,
Yet concentration eludes me,
I’m thinking of the door.
I can see the mouth is m...
Saturday 15th October 2016 11:48 am
A LESSON THAT I TAUGHT
Here's a lesson that I taught...
I had this lesson. It were ace in my mind!
The planning was tight, concise, well timed
Going into the room - my stage
Put on the teacher face, the act
(My phone is buzzing but I don't react)
Lights, camera, action! You're on!
"Hi guys! Come in, unpack your things!"
Sunday 27th March 2016 4:07 pm
iPod plugged, young Victor’s
muttered not a word since my divorce.
Grace is up front. She carps,
“Dad, why d’you drive this Chelsea Tractor?”
Thinks she’s going to save the world of course
since reading a bit of ecology for GCSE.
I hang a left and bark,
“You think I never cared? You’ll see!”
My big Land Cruiser cruises
country lanes through blizzards of thistle-down.
Sunday 13th December 2015 10:35 pm
I could not listen to them
pay attention where needed
but watched in fascination for sound
for that loud tie
that leather cuff
all done under scratched deplored hair.
Then doors set me free
to live my own life with the frightful
scamperings of the herd
a primal scream
an urban dream.
Wednesday 5th August 2015 9:33 pm
It’s a conveyor belt for children who we assume are the same,
whether they realise or not they are part of a game;
a game that most will never win.
They’re asked to tackle the wheel of fortune
when they don’t know how to spin.
In the real world, a board rubber can’t erase your mistakes,
no sharpener can recover a heart when it breaks,
you don’t need a fluorescent liquid to highl...
Monday 20th April 2015 9:31 pm
Football over, mown grass,
heady scent. School photo,
squinting into sun.
on a blonde-haired girl
with snub nose and pudgy face.
Winners and losers.
Another girl, dark-haired,
stared moodily after me,
had I but known.
Dusty sang I Just Don’t Know
What To Do With Myself.
Thursday 18th July 2013 8:18 am
When we think about the freedoms
our ancestors thought for,
the cracking of the great enigma.
Futile hopes soaked in apple-core tears
crashing like a faulty application.
Remember, that's so gay.
When you websling like Spidey
page to page.
From songs on YouTube,
to memes about Derp...
remember his hurt.
Remember, that's so gay.
Thursday 10th January 2013 8:57 pm
My latest entry was inspired by a debate I had with some friends recently.The basic principle of this was the theory that you would be happier uneducated than if you knew everything. The theory that Ignorance is bliss.
So enjoy the poem and if you would like to comment your thoughts on the subject then please do.
To Unknow is to dream
Knowledge is p...
Monday 29th October 2012 12:54 pm
Do you have to dress smart to make wise?
Can you better teach art wearing ties?
Aren’t there so many places
More suited to airs and graces
Than one which education supplies?
Can we make divergent thinking the norm
Whilst we’re all being forced to conform
To what seems to me an antiquated fashion
Amputated of utility and passion?
A retrograde step d...
Wednesday 20th July 2011 11:34 pm