Feebly fabricated notions of scribes critically scanned,
thoughtless barrage of speech, neither valid nor planned.
Consistent howls of teaching forced upon a mind,
decays all concentrated beings for a longer period of time.
Foolish interuptions from foolish faces found,
wishes for the silences of noone making a sound.
Bring about an end, a finality to the tale.
Meager words from meager minds holds a taste very stale.
when the brain stop shouting ears can rest,
the body can seek somber silence, what it enjoys best.
A contest entry
- The Poets Write by Starrchild777.
975 points, ended March 8, 2007, 18 entries
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Amazing
I am truly amazed at the distain you hold for teachers
or is it just, females in general. Your intellectual vanity precludes a relationship with anyone except yourself....Bob 42
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I think you strongly misunderstood the meaning. A good attempt though. My poem is referring neither to teachers nor females but thanks for assuming such things. Take your attempt at an intellectual insult elsewhere please.
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Intriguing write, just as a poet or any author looks for perfection and a little praise, no one can really see the same thing he writes about, for it comes from his soul and no one elses, but it also looks like it could be a schoolroom, being educated, maybe not quite the way they imagine, for their mind wanders out of the classroom and away from the infinite noise of it all, away in their mind. I like this, strong write.
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