Poetry

A TEACHER IN ONE OF US

I am a bully, I tame the sun,
Chalks do stutter to obey.
I am a school and my rule is one
Always be yourself, in March or May.

I teach young words to invent their fun,
I don’t teach wards strong dismay.
My rule is a school and I am one
I teach the spirits, those made of clay.

In life, face your worst fears, never run,
Pain would always lead your say.
I am a school and my rule is one
Remember, be cold and the Sun’s ray.

Be quiet like a catholic nun,
Words can lead you to foreplay.
I am a school and my rule is one
Learn from my teachings or the highway.

 

Ruddapoet [TRCP]

 

 

Her eyes sometimes teach me to obey,
If there’s a stranger around,
The whip could flip me for a minute,
But the eyes, to obey, I am bound.

Her facial words tell us when to play,
That mostly puts on a cloud,
Flip me, the whip could, for a minute,
Until my imaginations shroud.

Her intonations just makes me pray,
As her voice echoes aloud,
The whip could flip me for a minute,
But she would do this amidst the crowd.

Her smile motivates during the day,
And for a bit I am proud,
Flip me, the whip could, for a minute,
But now my smile won’t be disallowed.

 

LARDO

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