Dear teacher,
On your desk
Are gifts,
no less
Than candy,
Sweet–
Treats
From the neat.
I offer,
I tempt,
Left– something,
Something different.
Part of me,
Painfully neat,
Plain to see
From me to thee.
What part do you wish?
Which art do you see?
Envisage quest.
Be my guest.
My gift to you
Hereto unfold,
A careful look
Into my soul.
Mind your own
To keep.
As mine is known
to creep
and clutch
The pure in heart.
Angel wings
Flap, flutter, fall,
Fill my hall
Of mastery.
Even as you read,
Write my web has sprung.
Your spirit is won!
One with mine.
Together
We fall
Toward the fiery hall
Of your destiny.
Go ahead, Conscience.
Struggle! Scream!
Little use.
I am supreme.
You taught me,
Remember,
Teacher,
Now sinner.
Augustus/ Redlands, CA / March 25, 1988
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is pure fantasy. Creepy fantasy. Perhaps turnabout is fair play.
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Comments8
I hesitate to contemplate what I believe the message is here...
Thanks, written years ago. Simply creepy, strange, product of a sick mind. Thanks again.
Well done Augustus... your poem is whimsical and fun...
Thanks for seein the humor in it.
sound just like the note I left my Drill Instructor ( he was rotten to the core as well) when I slipped out one night to swim with the man eating sharks on Parris Island once but that was long ago so maybe its just something I made up just to go AWOL? anyway the apple was missing upon my return I do remember that part be cause I felt hungry when I got back plus I was wet? good story thought? nice on WW
Thanks for the tale. ww. Take care.
To me it speaks volumes about the impression a teacher makes on a student. The power they have over the children they teach.
Yes you are right, teachers, doctors, presidents any one in authority can abuse that power. Thanks for the comment
Good write, there are many sinners in the teaching profession.
I wish that would stick to basics. Thanks.
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