Sigmund Boloz Poetry
New Poetry for Kids
Paper, Rock, Scissors Boo!
(A poem for two voices)
Two ghosts were playing
a game today,
“Paper, rock, scissors!”
I heard them say
They pounded their fists
In just his way,
“Paper, rock, scissors!”
I heard them say.
They screamed and moaned
As is their way,
“Paper, rock, scissors!”
I heard them say.
“Paper, rock, scissors!”
“Paper, rock, scissors!”
“Paper, rock, scissors!”
Boo!
© Sigmund A. Boloz
Classic Poetry for Educators
The True Reading Wars
I have watched the eyes of children how are having difficulty learning to read, and I have come to the realization that the teaching of reading has a critical, life-shaping importance to each child’s emotional being. Reading can be taught in ways that are sensible and sensitive, or punitive and destructive. Reading can be taught in ways that make children feel confident, competent, and capable, that encourage children’s self-motivation to seek new discoveries, and that cause children to be life-long readers. However; reading also can be taught in ways that destroy a child’s self-image, which makes otherwise intelligent children feel stupid, helpless, and powerless; that alienate them and make them bitterly, openly hostile; and that deprive children of the emotional foundation so essential to healthy development. And yet we know that how children think of themselves will dictate whether more learning is urged or whether future learning seems next to impossible - wether children will become enamored of the printed word or engaged in a war against reading.
© Sigmund A. Boloz
Old Poetry for Kids
GRANDPA'S WATER
Grandpa was feeling awfully thirsty
But no one else was around,
Except his young granddaughter who was watching television,
While laying upon the ground.
"Be a dear," smiled Grandpa,
" Fetch Grandpa a drink.
Go and fill Grandpa's glass with water
From the kitchen sink."
But granddaughter was too little,
Much shorter than the kitchen sink,
So she had to find another way
To get water for Grandpa's drink.
And she remembered the water
Left out in the white bowl
Next to the paper
That comes out in a roll.
So, off to the bathroom
Young granddaughter took a stroll
To get Grandpa a glass of water
From Grandpa's old toilet bowl.
© Sigmund A. Boloz
New Poetry for Educators
Basic Commitments
We all owe this to another,
To be the best that we can,
To learn from our teaching,
To be thoughtful as we pain,
To be consistent in the quality
In every endeavor we undertake,
To be, above all else, professional
In the decisions that we make,
To share our knowledge with all others,
To beg others enter our door,
To share and assist one another,
To take care of ourselves a little more,
To contribute to our personal learning,
By seeking whatever answers we might need,
And finally, to be the most enthusiastic model,
To read and to read and to read.
© Sigmund A. Boloz