Poetry Blogs (teaching)
Nicola Beckett on Zee Count’s masquerade ball (3 hours ago)
Preamble: I'm an English as second language teacher in Higher Education. In this current period of more-than-doubled workload due to the hurried and inexpert transition to distance learning, this poem was prompted by one unnamed submitted file too many...
You are unique.
You’re the only you in the world. It’s true,
So I understand for you, ...
Wednesday 10th June 2020 5:40 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
THE BALLAD OF THE SUPPLY TEACHER
I’m going to burst, I need a pen,
I had it first, say that again!
I’m feeling sick, You got a tissue?
Watch this trick, I heard her diss you…
It’s boring this, I hate this school
Can I see Miss, I play the fool.
I always leave before the end
I just sit here, beside my friend.
I won’t change seats, you can’t make me
Saturday 18th November 2017 5:53 pm
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
She looked at me with those green eyes
Gentle eyes that told a story of hard trials
Stories yet to unfold,
Tales that must be retold
She said, By the time I was your age
I’d give anything to fall in love
That’s when I met the man of my dreams
My knight in shining armor
So many days we awaken to morning blues
Making love under the sunrise
With passion within ...
Monday 22nd February 2016 10:44 pm
This poem I devote to my student I dote,
To my beautiful Sonya.
May be she’ll be a lawyer
As she hates deceivers
And think how to overcome rough rivers.
May be she’ll be an actress
As she can imitate anyone perfectly well
And her voice sounds like a bell.
So, may be she’ll be a famous singer
Or a well-known writer
As her imagination is great.
Saturday 22nd May 2010 7:29 am