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home ed poetry on radio four and The Schoolboy
Schooling Nature
by Japan Pathac
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.
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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
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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