Poems

Every year, a day comes when
We acknowledge our mentors and give them respect
A toast to those who taught us
To those whom we owe an unpayable debt
And so, it is with joy in my soul
And delight in my heart
I thank you, my dear teacher
For being there from the start

The infinite world can’t be seen
Everything looks blurred and slurry
And the moon came out of the clouds and brightened
I got lenses of glass
Everything cleared
I got my spectacles

I waited and sweated
I cried and howled
Each second felt like an eternity
My heartbeat could be heard from the soul

I jump at every sound
My hopes flutter and then sink
Everything feels disappointing
Every choice like just another pick

And then the angelic sound of the doorbell
An invitation rings in my ears
In a flash I am at the door
To take my pizza

He taught me how to teach myself
Like a programmer teaching the computer to code
I developed, without his help
Free and to myself, he failed to keep control
I lurked in his shadows, waiting to lunge
As he’d taught me to catch my prey
He had experience, I had potential
I grew smarter each day
And now, we stand as rivals, as equals
A dream I envisioned for months and years
I will surpass my teacher by miles one day
For he taught me how to learn, making opportunities appear
He did not teach me what I should have known
He taught me how to teach myself

Life
is boring life is fun
Life is boring
Life can be un fair
Life can be … what’s your reason

LIFE IS LIFE

Boring books
funny books
sad books
happy books
flying books

A complete show off.
N one other than a teacher’s pet.
N o fun.
O ver the top about small things.
Y ou are a drama queen.
I nscrutably infuriating
N inconpoop
G reat at getting people into trouble.

I love my Teddy bear,

so warm and cuddly

and warm and snuggly.

I love my Teddy bear.