another late night--
or should i say early morn?
damn insomnia
©2013-Art Belliveau
02 March 2013
One Step Too Far
He healed the sick--
They left Him alone.
They left Him alone.
He berated their hypocrisy--
They left Him alone.
He broke the Sabbath--
They left Him alone.
He treated women as equals--
They left Him alone.
He performed miracle after miracle--
They left Him alone.
He threatened their power--and their income--
by clearing out the temple.
They killed Him.
©2013-Art Belliveau
haiku
a dead long leaf pine
leans on its living brother--
how long 'til it falls?
©2013-Art Belliveau
leans on its living brother--
how long 'til it falls?
©2013-Art Belliveau
Testy
The desks are set up,
Each row straight.
As we prepare for
The test we hate.
I doubt that this,
Is worth the cost:
Another day
Of learning lost.
©2013-Art Belliveau
Each row straight.
As we prepare for
The test we hate.
I doubt that this,
Is worth the cost:
Another day
Of learning lost.
©2013-Art Belliveau
Portrait Poem
I'm a grumpy old guy who's tired of the nonsense.
I wonder what it will take for my students to take their education seriously.
I hear students continually talking no matter what the consequence.
I see students wandering out of their seats as though they had permission.
I want them to care about what I am teaching. I want to care about what I'm teaching.
I'm a grumpy old guy who's tired of the nonsense.
I pretend that I still have some patience left.
I feel the temptation to softly and silently slip away.
I touch the limits of my endurance.
I worry about the ones who will never reach their full potential.
I cry out impatient, sarcastic shouts of vexation.
I'm a grumpy old guy who's tired of the nonsense.
I understand that there is only so much I can do.
I say every one of my students has the ability to succeed.
I dream that they will actually live up to that ability and use it to its fullest.
I try to get them to the point where they will be successful beyond me.
I hope they all live out their dreams.
I'm a grumpy old guy who's tired of the nonsense.
©2013-Art Belliveau
I wonder what it will take for my students to take their education seriously.
I hear students continually talking no matter what the consequence.
I see students wandering out of their seats as though they had permission.
I want them to care about what I am teaching. I want to care about what I'm teaching.
I'm a grumpy old guy who's tired of the nonsense.
I pretend that I still have some patience left.
I feel the temptation to softly and silently slip away.
I touch the limits of my endurance.
I worry about the ones who will never reach their full potential.
I cry out impatient, sarcastic shouts of vexation.
I'm a grumpy old guy who's tired of the nonsense.
I understand that there is only so much I can do.
I say every one of my students has the ability to succeed.
I dream that they will actually live up to that ability and use it to its fullest.
I try to get them to the point where they will be successful beyond me.
I hope they all live out their dreams.
I'm a grumpy old guy who's tired of the nonsense.
©2013-Art Belliveau
Pantoum--Friday Afternoons Are Deadly
Friday afternoons are deadly.
The week’s frustrations have built up pressure
Like a faulty radiator.
The classroom seems ready to explode.
The week’s frustrations have built up pressure.
We need to do something new and different because
The classroom seems ready to explode.
And that isn’t good for anyone.
We need to do something new and different because
We all are stuck in the same old rut.
And that isn’t good for anyone.
Least of all me, the teacher.
We all are stuck in the same old rut.
No one wants to be here.
Least of all me, the teacher.
We need to blow off some steam.
No one wants to be here.
Like a faulty radiator,
We need to blow off some steam.
Friday afternoons are deadly.
©2013-Art Belliveau
The week’s frustrations have built up pressure
Like a faulty radiator.
The classroom seems ready to explode.
The week’s frustrations have built up pressure.
We need to do something new and different because
The classroom seems ready to explode.
And that isn’t good for anyone.
We need to do something new and different because
We all are stuck in the same old rut.
And that isn’t good for anyone.
Least of all me, the teacher.
We all are stuck in the same old rut.
No one wants to be here.
Least of all me, the teacher.
We need to blow off some steam.
No one wants to be here.
Like a faulty radiator,
We need to blow off some steam.
Friday afternoons are deadly.
©2013-Art Belliveau
tanka
feeling trapped again
life, a bear trap, biting me
i see others fly
my own wings long to break free
all it would take is courage
©2013-Art Belliveau
life, a bear trap, biting me
i see others fly
my own wings long to break free
all it would take is courage
©2013-Art Belliveau
teaching? --a senryu
i no longer teach.
i "deliver instruction."
that's very diff'rent.
©2013-Art Belliveau
i "deliver instruction."
that's very diff'rent.
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu 3/2/13
i reached nine hundred.
i stopped without explaining--
even to myself.
©2013-Art Belliveau
i stopped without explaining--
even to myself.
©2013-Art Belliveau
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