Rhapsody of my Appreciation

The sky exploded of white confetti

and i enjoyed feeling the serenity

I've nver been too lax to listen

using my brain and my pen

The incipient of this story

a old man with gray hair seems weary

entering the blasphemy of room

then our life seems to be doom

But the glass seems to broke

because the serendipity evoke

and the solitude use its magic

but all of this was a trick

The penumbra of the so called teacher

is a lagniappe to me, to us, to her

his succulent voice lingering in my ear

and his tranquility is not use here

You will be a tesoro to our life

your eyes are like a scintillating knife

the paradox of not listening to you

is like a life without a different hue

His resplendent eyes are looking at me

but we're all stunned because of the epiphany

that he is now lying in a white coffin

with the desultory of running sin

The tintinnabulation of the loud bell

was like the people shouting at hell

now i realize whats the dilemma

i run crying at my Mama

He was the master of the game

my life was tessellated when he came

your lecture is not the one we used

but the one we give excuse

The vestige of all of this

was this story is all about his

now he is living in a quiescent place

but still i remember the look on his face

It's my time to repay all my debt

you cant measure this by any depth

because i thank you even in afterlife

by shapin to perfect form my life

On every caprice of this world

what the lecture you ever told

at the zenith of the life's mountain

im shouting you the best man!

Although i've never thank you

but you're the key for my dreams to come true

Is that enough for you to effect the eternity

not yet, because this game is played felicity

We cant measure how great our teacher can be

but appreciating them can be the key

for them to be flabbergasted

although doing what they told us verboten

Now the dusk is engulfing the sky

wishing you're here in star high

you made my life not just in chiaroscuro

but letting me to perfect my zero

We dont need to say our teacher is the one

with their rhapsodic lesson's done

but how many life's their touch

is the great teacher we can ever have

- 2nd place, school based poem writing for Teacher's month with the theme of " Teacher's affect Eternity ' :))))