|Best Poems About / On TEACHER
its graduation day
and the teacher gives awards
a book to one
a staff to another
silk or precious stones;
and to Nasrudin
gives a donkey
It is some years
and the teacher
hears of Nasrudins fame
and comes to visit
the House of Prayer Nasrudin oversees
and to pay homage to the Saint
buried just beside
says the teacher -
how great your fame
and vast your following
Tell me, which Eminent Saint
is buried in the mound
beside the House of Prayer
Its the donkey
you gave me
It died just 4 years after
and I buried him here
And everyone wants a Saint
so I have not disabused people
of their faith
The teacher nods with a smile
and Nasrudin continues:
But tell me Master
which Eminent Saint is buried in the mound
beside the House of Prayer
Ah, Nasrudin, says the teacher
though people believe its a Saint
its really your dead donkeys mother
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Happy Teacher's Day,2014, India
The fruits we all enjoy today
All come from seeds our teachers sowed,
That grew into huge trees on soil,
They nurtured life-time, night and day.
Their selfless sacrifices done,
Had come from hearts of immense love
For pupils - pupils of their eyes,
On every lane under the sun.
Yet, students forget teachers fast,
Like parents too, who taught them once;
Our teachers lit our minds and hearts,
Once dark with ignorance, in past.
Sans teachers, did we learn to walk
And talk in climes of literacy?
They made our rosy world today,
And future, brighter all the way.
Honour your teachers on this day
By words of kindness, gratitude;
They never sought returns in life,
But taught and guided us all, aye!
Dedicated with reverence to all
My teachers dear, alive and dead.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 27-08-2014
Dr John Celes
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Poetry For Children: Happy Teachers' Day!
Happy Teachers Day
God is always very busy,
He has lots work to do;
So, He created Teachers,
To help both me and you!
Every Teacher is an Angel,
sent from God above;
To teach us Mathematics,
with gentle, patient love.
Angel Teachers are intelligent,
God made them very wise;
They keep smiling all the time,
with happy, twinkling eyes!
God needed an Angel Teacher,
To care for clever little boys;
A very, special Teacher,
who would handle all their noise!
He needed someone patient;
With a brain just like a book;
Who could quell their pandemonium,
with just one gentle look!
God searched the ends of all His earth,
for this glorious Angel creature;
At last He found and blessed our class...
With our dearest own class Teacher!
Shes gentle and shes very kind,
A mathematical wiz!
She trains us in elocution,
And for a Science quiz!
Little children are naughty;
God just made us all that way!
Our Teacher helps us be our best,
in class and when at play!
At last this special day is here!
A chance for us to say...
THANK YOU DEAREST TEACHER!
HAPPY TEACHERS DAY! ! !
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The Best Teacher Forever A.k. A My Second Mother
Let me tell you about my best teacher forever, in fact you can call her my second mother. She is loving, caring, trustworthy, helpful, protecting, and patient. I tell her all my secrets, feelings, and problems and I know that she will keep them in confident.
This relationship started three years ago. The minute I walked into the school I felt happy. The reason I felt this way was because I knew there was going to be a teacher I could count on when I have a problem. A teacher who always shows that she loves her student like if she had her own child. A teacher who gives her student a hug when she is going through a big situation. A teacher who always says' I will always be there for you no matter what.' A teacher who cares about her student' s education like a mother does. The second person I would go to if I had a problem. A teacher who I can rely on and come back and say'' Thank You for everything you have done for me.' A teacher who protects you like a mother would. A teacher who always is patient In helping you.
When I met her I knew that there was going to be a connection. I knew that somehow there was that special person that I can always go to. I also know that your first friends can be a teacher. I knew that when I met her I can call her ' my second mother.' When the day comes for me to leave this building it will be hard to let her go because she was a person I look up to.
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