Best İnstructor Poems

The instructor said,

Go home and write
a page tonight.
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a fleet of birds
in the sky
forming an arrow
cutting across the wind
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Day after day up there beating my wings
with all the softness truth requires
I feel them shrug whenever I pause:
they class my voice among tentative things,
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Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
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Her Mother's Epitaph

Here lies
A worthy matron of unspotted life,
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Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,
Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.
Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi.
'O Cæsar, we who are about to die
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I
Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk—
Walked out of my home ten years, walked out in my honking
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Many decades after graduation
the students sneak back onto
the school-grounds at night
and within the pane-lit windows
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It is believed ~ that life is splendid
Like a vibrant rainbow in the distance
Each hue mirrors our sentiments
And we express our aspirations
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Am being sent to, sent to
A fine finishing school
For a refresher course
for a refresher course
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". . . Consider that the meritorious services of the Sergeant Instructors attached to the Egyptian Army haue been inadequately acknowledged. . . . To the excellence of their work is mainly due the great improvement that has taken place in the soldiers of H.H. the Khedive." -- Extract from Letter, 1897


Said England unto Pharaoh, "I must make a man of you,
...

May you wake up on January 1st,
finding that the world has not come
to an end, the lights work, the water
faucets flow, and the sky has not fallen?
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ON a rocky peak once sat I early,
Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving;
Stretch'd out like a pall of greyish texture,
All things round, and all above it cover'd.
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'Twas in scientific circles
That the great Professor Brown
Had a world-wide reputation
As a writer of renown.
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A man had attained great excellence in the art of wrestling, who knew three hundred and sixty exquisite tricks and daily exhibited something new. He had a particular affection for the beauty of one of his pupils whom he taught three hundred and fifty-nine tricks, refraining to impart to him only one. At last the youth had attained such power and skill that no one was able to contend with him and he went so far as to say to the sultan: "I allow superiority to my teacher on account of his age and from gratitude for his instruction but my strength is not less than his and my skill equal." The king, who was not pleased with this want of good manners, ordered them to wrestle with each other and a spacious locality having been fixed upon, the pillars of state and courtiers of his majesty made their appearance. The youth made an onslaught like a mad elephant with an impulse which might have uprooted a mountain of brass from its place but the master, who knew that he was in strength superior to himself, attacked him with the rare trick he had reserved to himself and which the youth was unable to elude; whereon the master, lifting him up with his hands from the ground, raised him above his head and then threw him down. Shouts were raised by the spectators and the king ordered a robe of honour with other presents to be given to the teacher but reproached and blamed the youth for having attempted to cope with his instructor and succumbed. He replied: "My lord, he has not vanquished me by his strength but there was a slender part in the art of wrestling which he had withheld from me and had today thereby got the upper hand of me." The master said: "I had reserved it for such an occasion because wise men have said: “Do not give so much strength to thy friend that, if he becomes thy foe, he may injure thee.” Hast thou not heard what the man said who suffered molestation from one whom he had educated?

Either fidelity itself does not exist in this world
Or nobody practices it in our time.
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Old as I am, for lady's love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet,
Which once inflamed my soul, and still inspires my wit.
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Walpole talks of "a man and his price."
List to a ditty queer --
The sale of a Deputy-Acting-Vice-
Resident-Engineer,
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When Newton saw an apple fall, he found
In that slight startle from his contemplation--
'Tis said (for I 'll not answer above ground
For any sage's creed or calculation)--
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In pious times, e'er Priest-craft did begin,
Before Polygamy was made a sin;
When man, on many, multiply'd his kind,
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Here, my dear friend, is a new book for you;
I have already dedicated two
To other friends, one female and one male,--
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How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring
(Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering?
I, who by Toils of Sickness, am become
Almost as near as thou art to a Tomb?
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FROM Nature doth emotion come, and moods
Of calmness equally are Nature's gift:
This is her glory; these two attributes
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(Non-commissioned Officers of the Line)


At times when under cover I 'ave said,
...

1. E. Larionova
E. Larionova. Brunette. A colonel's
and a typist's daughter. Looked
at you like someone studying a clockface.
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I heard a pir-instructor say to his murid: ‘The mind of man is so much occupied with thoughts about maintenance that he would surpass the position of angels if he were to devote as many of them to the giver of maintenance.’

Yazed has not forgotten thee at the time
When thou wast sperm, buried, insensible.
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A second crop of hay lies cut
and turned. Five gleaming crows
search and peck between the rows.
They make a low, companionable squawk,
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Heavenly Father, unto thee I fervently offer
My gratitude for the blessings you've delivered
Unto me who behold a life of a humble teacher
For without thy grace and mercy for me a sinner
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Welcker, I'm told, can boast a father great
And honored in the service of the State.
Public Instruction all his mind employs
He guides its methods and its wage enjoys.
Prime Pedagogue, imperious and grand,
He waves his ferule o'er a studious land
...

It was late in the balmy springtime, and I was attending a lecture,
On a topic of great interest, which was the history of architecture.

As a great lover of beauty, I admired structural geometric designs,
...

It was so easy being a British child
in the 1930s:
everything was – or so it seems to memory’s
selective mind - so ordered:
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Totally bemused I followed the raging debate
between Sitchin’s followers and his detractors,
I realise everybody has a place to be right in
quantum physics’ infinite universe, therefore
...

It was a late springtime day, and the bluebirds all were singing,
Outside the classroom window, while the bells all were ringing.

I had a lucky window seat, which afforded quite amazing views,
...

I

Just past the moon-curved waterfall
a woodland goddess changes
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The strong smell of bleach
always reminds me of when I was young
and went to learn to swim.
The instructor told us then
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Standing on the diving board
I received the electric knowledge
of how a bee sting feels.
Seeing me sob,
...

He got onto the plane with the young pilot and had
him take off into the wind."Now fly low to the left of
the forest fire and make a few passes..."
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He was my instructor
In a college English class.
His stories took us to Italy
And the way women cry
...

Goodbye, lady in Bangor, who sent me
snapshots of yourself, after definitely hinting
you were beautiful; goodbye,
Miami Beach urologist, who enclosed plain
...

Looking at the sunny and cloudless sky,
High up a small white aeroplane flies by.
My heart has this feeling of yearning to fly,
What would it be like, h'mm I wonder now..?
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I am a Driving Instructor
Instructing young rivers to drive
The things i have seen
And the places I've been
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Will wants to be a TV presenter,
Matthew a cricketer, Charlotte a nurse.
Nathan has his heart set on being a mechanic
- and Gareth wants to be a crayon.
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Parade ground, Cerberus, one dismal, foggy morn,
Weather-beaten face, beneath a battered old hat
This man was “Navy; ” to the sea, surely born,
With swaggering gait, he left no doubt of that.
...

America, Europe and Asia are continents;
The first two interfere devastatingly in the third one's affairs;

Historical accidents helped
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An old fitness instructor named Mike
Went out one fine day for a hike;
But his legs felt like lead
Thus the poor fellow said,
...

Wondrous this world as created,
A rare piece of work not ere made,
Chaos on face hiding its harmony,
Waves on surface, at peace deep sea,
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I heard the noise of casual horses underneath
The pines,
And then the moon was unsecured and drifting-
I was frightened because my dictionary was
...

Now the instructor straps the harness to his chest
some forty kilo of the best explosive stuff,
he's training what he knows to be the very best
though finding their replacements can be tough.
...

He sits there. Calmly.
Letting me drive is lunacy.
And I told him so.
I’ve forgotten all he taught me!
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Soldiers march
Left and right
Don’t look here and there
Corporal shouts
...

I heard him saying “Move, move”
Shoes together, lie down and prove
The instructor was just behind
He was upset and did not find us ready
...

[On first meeting Emmanuel a Danish Yoga Instructor
Sorry, it’s long, didn’t know where to cut it short]

We read about a new Yoga class in town
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Clutch in the morn of nine,
a little girl cries her tears out.
'Tis a school gate, wonder where her teachers are...
is this not the much spoken, girl child.
...

Tip of the hat in recognition
To all devoted women and mothers,
Your love, care, strength, and devotion
Knows no bound like earth's weather
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...i write and sit / pushing slowly the pen /
i am a nobody's nothing / but make you think...
Excerpt from Marchan's anthology PEN PUSHER titled poem. The author is considered as the promising 21st century poet, he writes with special power of sensory impressions refined with finest imagery that they are carried vividly into the reader's mind. He has thought and tone, perhaps a series of changing mood and style pushing conclusions into a twist end.
He is like a photographer, makes pictures of people, places and awesome sceneries by using pen and words
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Biking down Laurel Avenue at ten o'clock,
I see a woman sitting on a dark porch
propped up by two-by-fours.
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I am the walking light
I am the vigilant night
I am the longing sight
I am the tentative plight
...

The instructor said,
go home and write
a page tonight
and let that page come out of you,
...

Ohayo, students of the Classical Institute of Music! This is your principle, Kishimata-san. I trust all of you have worked hard over the weekend. I have some news for you all. This year will be slightly different from the previous two; we will also hold a concourse.
First of all, I’ll start with the most important subject; in which everyone one of you will have to part-take in, in order to proceed to the next stage of music; your year-end Exams at the beginning of May (in 1 ½ more month(s)) . You will be tested in Music Harmony, Music History during certain time periods, Musical Composition if you take the extra course and your own instrumental exam, whether it’s keyboard, string, or woodwind. The last subjects of the Exam will be testing your sight-reading ability and your aptitude to connect with the music, for example; the composer’s style, meaning, and his message. Remember, there isn't just one correct answer, because everyone has different musical relations.
After the Exams, at the end of May, we will hold the concourse. We will choose the participants accordingly, with the best musicians participating. This year, we are limiting the contestants to twelve applicants. First, second, and third place will have the opportunity to partake in a two month long music camp from July to September; receiving comments and master classes with many of the world’s prodigious instrumentalists.
Lastly, at the end of June, all of you will perform a chosen composition(s) of your choice. I advise you to start preparing your piece(s) now. This concert will display your achievements and the approaches/attitude/ and the feelings you possess for your selection and instrument. We will have several guest artists visiting and playing. Do appreciate the time you have left to prepare for your Exam, the concourse, and the Concert.
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Wading through memories of flying a cessna when nineteen years old.
Still feeling the joy whenever thinking about it.
Taking off and landing at Sky Harbor Airport, making left banks,
right banks, flying aloft.
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An Indian guru in America
Teaching yoga
As a spiritual instructor,
Really a yogi or a bhogi,
...

What is he,
I mean,
A yoga teacher
Or a bhogi,
...

Decrement, or reduction of things,
like values say, the lack of taste
for wanton and destructive wars
or conflict's victory at any cost,
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Some Acrostics In Triplets

16 Act
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The instructor,
In front of me and in front of you!
But this is the testimony of your muse,
For the rains came in and washed your items away.
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For anyone to challenge love, it is necessary to be sad
You carry the ashes along your heart you have to add
Time becomes a callous instructor, leading to go mad
Who has come before will go by who is passing by their hat
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If God is human just like us
Maybe He could be one of my classmates
Then I could ask Him about our homeworks
And maybe we could be best buddies
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A Waterfall
A Tropical Rain
A Hurricane
All a Symphony
...

And so the juggernauts roared
As the firebirds soared
And the soldiers howled
While corrupt politicians pleased the crowd
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Minsan nanghihinayang ako pag naiisip kong kaya lang ako hindi nagka-award noong high school graduation e dahil sa tardiness ko.
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A tiny hut that seems to be
From far away a swallows nest
Stands high upon a mountain steep;
And nestles closely to its breast.
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The instructor said,
Go home and write
A page tonight.
And let that page come out of you—
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Sits Mr. Right and fate has brought me here.
On my way home from work on a preordained
TGIF day: ‘So, turn here; why not eat there;
Don't want to sit by them, go down there.'
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I remember my first love
Just like it was yesterday.
I was 10 years old and like me
She could play almost everyday.
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What does He hold back in good sway?
That I should waylay, say nay.
Does it not take two wings to fly?
Given one, provided other.
...

This sylph came forward
from the second row
the second day of class
and asked if
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Imitation! Creative Compliment, Lacking in Originality, or Plagiarism?

This week takes me back to college days. I was taking a graduate course (as a Physics major) in 'Modern Poets' at the University of Oklahoma. Our assignment for the week was to write a poem ourselves in the style of a modern poet we had already studied. I had already been attracted to the poems of Richard Wilbur and got to hear him do a reading while I was on campus at OU. In fact, his, 'A Boy At The Window, ' remains a personal favorite to this day and reminds me a lot of Robert Frost's best work! In any case, the poem I chose of his (to 'write in the style of') was another of his famous rhymes called 'Love Calls Us To The Things Of This World.' And here it is from PoemHunter.com's library of famous poets and their poems. I only regret that PoemHunter, in spite of their many virtues, gives such short shrift to a poet's formatting which I have laboriously restored here for your enjoyment. What do you suppose it is? Is PH so soulless that they would deny you the right to see Richard Wilbur's verses flapping in the morning breeze?
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As exam in the traffic police
you are passing with evil instructor,
and he tells you: steer the wheels,
and pretends he does not see a 'Stop' sign.
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CURRICULUM VITAE
Name: Matloob Bokhari
Rank : Air Commodore
Decoration : Sitare-e-Imtiaz (Military)
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‘Sermon to the choir….'
the writers group sat motionless
with their heads down
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Enthusiastic children eager to learn how
to line dance like the grown-ups.
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A Tanka Prose

Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.
-Pablo Picasso
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The instructor said we'd better get back quick
I shouted back what's the big rush
If I'd had known I would have felt a bit sick
And probably in a bit of a flush
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Recently, you informed me, you
are not writing any more poetry.
Science fiction writing is your first love.
I know it is true, you are trying to find an agent,
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OH! How much I will always love you Lord
Jesus Christ! And it is because You first
Loved even a poor habitual sinner just
Like me! When nobody else loved me
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D-uty
O-f
M-inister
I-s
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B-ible
I-nstructor
E-vangelizes
N-umerous
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A poet is a fighter…
Who fights against
The all kind of odds
Without any weapons
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Bios
help us know
people
as people:
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Bomb knows no language,
But the maker,
And the thrower,
Certainly has.
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I was a professional, melodic dance instructor, at the flowery prime of the art,
And I taught its various, elegant styles, sweet joy of valuable living to impart.

The noble old classic styles will never die, like the endless, hit parade of stars,
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At twenty my tenor voice
Was nothing short of frightening
The doctor's prognosis
My vocal cords needed tightening
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He never knew the mother who abandoned him at birth
And not the father who wanted love without commitment
Jon was raised by a stranger who had a loving heart
His life was filled with memories of her kindness and teaching
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Cold, blue water, shimmering and shining like broken ice
floating around with the morning breeze.

Many children learning how to swim, trying to follow
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Suddenly
No son,
No brother
No fiancé
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Larry the lizard
was bored so he decided
to become a wizard…
It would be cool
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Without conductors' help we need to feel
the beat unaided, not depending on a baton.
Our music in that way becomes more real
and natural, as if it's silk not satin,
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There’s writing and there is orality.
With texts we reach into each others’ minds,
but with orality reality
can be as clear as windows without blinds
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When a schlub falls for a hottie,
and is trying to be naughty,
he’s more likely to be dumped
and to slump than to be humped.
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Defeated, sky full of scars,
I waylay, find my empty love
In nuclear contaminated bars:
Oh what a game, won’t you listen to
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If we start fogging our four windows,
One day soon- nine months or so,
All of our children will be storming the gates of
Heaven;
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