Snapshots of a High School Classroom

The Teacher:

This man mutters,
Words echoing in the gutters,
Of his convoluted head.
His mind shudders
Behind the shutters,
Of his half-closed eyes, heavy as lead.

Boredom Makes Place for Creativity of the Strangest Kinds:

The stapled chain falls apart,
Under her shaking hands – a work of art
Lost forever, as she cries in rage;
But it is now broken, and her interest fades.

Write for One, and You Have to Write for Them All:

Insulted by the poet’s views
Of her arts, her mood turns blue.
The poet apologises with this verse,
Lest her mood turn for the worse.

Afternoon Classes:

This class, drowsing, somnolent,
Provides the perfect conditions to vent,
To wax eloquent, disregarding prose,
The poetry, like water, flows.

A Classroom Bereft of a Teacher, The Students Let Out to Graze:

The classroom is quiet, muted voices,
Humming softly in the background,
Each conversation is its own world – Choices
Like mist float all around.
So many topics – So many worlds
To sample, each with its own flavor.
At each group a new tale unfolds,
Linger a while, the stories to savor.

The Teacher, Enter Stage Right:

The students, admonished,
Quieten. The class settles,
Into an uncomfortable bent.
Laughter and noise are banished
For a while, as the scolding nettles,
But soon, chatter brings the silence to an end.

Free Hours Between the Exams and the End of the Syllabus:

The room it once was quiet,
But now it’s quite loud,
And the calm and the silence
Have been exchanged for boisterous shouts!

And though it's all in good humor,
Chaos, she’s infective,
You could not stay quiet in here,
No matter the incentive…

Just keep it calm,
Snuff it out,
Don’t let the chaos reign!
so keep it down,
Don’t make a sound,
Just stay quiet, and you’ll stay sane!