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Poetry page

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see also

home ed poetry on radio four and The Schoolboy

 

 

Schooling Nature

 

by Japan Pathac

 

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Limericks

 

There was a delightful home educator called Barbara

who as far as I know didn't come from Market Harborough

When asked why she did it

She said 'its such a great life init?

That delightful home educator, not from Market Harborough

 

Neil Taylor Moore.

 

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There was a young person in school

Who didn´t like such silly rules,

So he wrote to the Head -

"I´ll Home Ed instead"

"I´m leaving" - He´s nobody´s fool!

 

Clare Murton.

 

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

 

The dry appellation 'home-schooler'

(Like the teacher, the cane and the ruler),

Suggests quite a lot

About what we are not;

So use 'home-education' - it's cooler.

 

by Donal O'Callaghan-Bohrdt 2002

 

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Student's Prayer

 

by Umberto Maturana

 

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Larkin´ with Larkin

 

They f*** you up, the LEA*

They `may´ not mean to, but they do.

They tell you all the lies they learned

And add some extra, just for you.

 

But they were f***ed up in their turn

By fools in old style boards and gowns,

Who half the time were caning them

And half force-feeding verbs and nouns.

 

Schooling hands on misery to child

It deepens like the NC tome,

Get out as early as you can

And educate your own at home.

 

A collaborative work by

Clare and Neil

 

*"LEA" - Local Education Authority, now simply Local Authority, "LA".

 

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Redemption.

 

We sacrificed our child at four ...

they put her in 'reception' class;

to keep her in, they shut the door

and barred it so she could not pass.

 

They took our child's fey quirks and dreams

and tried to make them go away;

amid the tears and cries and screams

they kept the parents well at bay.

 

"It's for the best!" they chorused loud;

"She has to learn she's not the boss!"

It left her miserable and cowed

and us in mourning for her loss.

 

It took us time to see the light ...

it didn't have to be so dire;

the daily struggle and the fight

extinguishing her natural fire.

 

And now we've claimed our daughter back

we see her quirks of old returning,

unmolested by the lack

of individual ways of learning.

 

We feel we've been as bad as 'they',

exposing her to things so cruel;

though now we smile to hear her say,

"I'll never send my kids to school!"

 

Jo Büchler

 

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Experiences

 

My son’s first steps were not to me

He took them one day in nursery

I heard the first word that he said

But he saved the first sentence for them instead

 

They watched him giggle, play and learn

Whilst all I did was leave & earn

I did just what the majority did

I nurtured my job and managed my ‘kid’

 

My daughter went the same way too

Our days together were so few

Then off to school the eldest went

He cried, he begged but he was sent

 

We did the same and we are fine

How could I ever have swallowed that line?

I hated school with it’s rules and ties

The bullies, the boredom & textbook lies

 

But I read and researched and came to see

We could reject the system legally

I can be a parent and a teacher

My ‘kids’ are children – fascinating creatures!

 

I knew home-education was the right thing to do

When my son raised his hand to ask for the loo

So half-term finished and they never went back

Forget socialisation its self-doubt that they lack

 

My son doesn’t cry or feel odd or frightened

My daughter chats non-stop and her face has brightened

We pick brambles, ride trains and glue bits of pasta

We cook and we laugh and see who can run faster

 

We draw & paint pictures of the things that we learn

To show to poor old Dad who still has to earn

But he’s happy to come home to excitement and kisses

And tales of the everyday fun that he misses

 

My only regret if I were to have one

Is that I gave the system five years with my son

But it’s only rarely that it bothers me

We’re all too busy knocking conkers off the tree!

 

Bella Pender

 

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Wide World of Intellectual Illiteracy

 

Poem by Josephine Dixon Banks

 

 

Slavery Institutionalized Slavery

 

You didn’t take me away from a place

You extricated me from a sacred space

Me

 

You developed and trained my mind

To blend in with your kind

To put you in the fore front

And leave myself behind

 

My mind was open to assimilation

And closed to self-realization

Education was the agent of control

Substituting society for my soul

An act of self-suicide for the good of the whole

 

Was it not the great minds of our times that sanctioned

Self hatred

Made the truth oblique

Made education a conditioning process

To obliterate being unique

 

Seek a role model, seek a hero

Don’t seek being yourself, you are a zero

If education is the answer

It has a function similar to cancer

 

Americanization another appellation for education

 

Mind control, behavioral modification

Violence is a form of militaristic communication

I’m a clone, a mere cheap imitation

 

If I kill it’s because I’m trained

If I hate it’s because I’m trained

If I steal it’s because I’m trained

 

I don’t know who I am but because I am trained

I Am A Professional.

 

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IL MIO TESORO

(CLOUDS.)

 

Clouds transcending playgrounds were

Worlds wide of fenced in

Unintended want,

subconciously sub-rosa;

Music stepping over

Silent boundaries of restraint

Searching for a soft blue word

like 'tesoro' you once heard.

You whispered it along cold corridors

and cried

For reasonable distance of desires,

Which, but for boundlessness of clouds,

Failed to slip within mind's reach.

 

B. Stark.

 

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