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Computer in the Classroom

Computer in the Classroom

 

On an internet site, she seeks men—
While her students look on. Now and then
She will turn and pretend
That she cares how they end
Their exam. Then she’s surfing again.

 

—Tom Riley

A Big Fat “F”

A Big Fat “F”

 

 

He’s testing you on what you failed to learn.
You’re judging him on what he failed to teach.
Your talents he has no cause to discern.
He’s testing you on what you failed to learn.
Your papers he is much inclined to burn.
His standards you could never hope to reach.
He’s testing you on what you failed to learn.
You’re judging him on what he failed to teach.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Laus Metallica

Laus Metallica

 

 

(for Julie Brumley)

 

 

With praise, with lofty praise, you graduate—
And let me add my own poor, feeble praise
To the collection you accumulate!
Rather than liken you to summer days—
For that’s been done in very many ways
By Shakespeare, who was praising, well, a guy—
I’ll try to forge a Julie Brumley phrase.
The fire of admiration rises high
In my heart and illuminates a sky
Bereft of stars, bereft of placid moon.
My inner world’s a cavern where I ply
A trade whose echo is a ringing rune.
Your metal in that place you can’t conceal—
As bright as silver, and as straight as steel.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Invidia Socratica

Invidia Socratica

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“We offer online classes.  Ain’t that boss?”

“The ghost of Socrates is envious

Today.  He lived in former times.  His loss.”

“We offer online classes.  Ain’t that boss?

The meat is insufficient.  Kids need sauce.

Soon all the smartest kids will flock to us!

We offer online classes.  Ain’t that boss?”

“The ghost of Socrates is envious.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

–Tom Riley

Tale of the Little Sinner

Tale of the Little Sinner

 

 

 

 

 

For what’s righteous we hunger and thirst.

We are so full of zeal, we could burst.

And it’s you we are teaching.

Don’t you start your own preaching,

Little sinner!  We thought of this first!

 

 

 

 

–Tom Riley

Outlaw Julie Brumley

The Outlaw Julie Brumley

 

 

 

 

I saw you clearly – and your hair was dark.

I saw you: you were slender as a sword.

The general effect was stern and stark.

I cannot say the audience was bored.

More words perhaps than I can now afford

I mean to spend on educated you.

Against my Sabbath’s dull routines you warred—

Without, I’m pretty sure, quite meaning to.

Go off and learn what clever students do.

I’ll stay in Napa, drink my wine, be old.

To me, you’re not the sonnet’s only cue.

Still, my perceptions cannot go untold.

The Martian War again, you said, you’ve fought.

I pray that reading built on what I taught.

 

 

 

 

–Tom Riley

Busy

Busy

 

You keep them really busy: that’s the key.

You give them junk to eat and lies to read.

You give them limitless activity

To limit them.  They don’t have time to heed

The signals – so they mindlessly proceed

Into the nowhere realms you’ve worked to plan.

It is a simple strategy indeed.

It does all that a system really can.

The tactics you must manage like a man

All by yourself.  Don’t worry: you’ll do fine.

You never struck us as an also-ran.

We chose you in accordance with design.

The trials you’re soon to face won’t make you dizzy.

Keep in mind what we’ve said here – and keep busy.

 

–Tom Riley