by Shel Silverstein (1930 – 1999) Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.” Said the old man, “I do that too.” The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.” “I do that too,” laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, “I often cry.” The old man nodded, “So do I.” “But… (συνέχεια…)
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19 Αυγ 2024
The Little Boy and the Old Man
Συντάκτης: Κων/νος Βούλγαρης | Κάτω από: Εκπαίδευση στον 21ο αιώναΔεν επιτρέπεται σχολιασμός στο Επιμορφωτική ημερίδα
18/04/2024 • Διαχείριση θυμού • Αναγνωστικές παρεμβάσεις για μαθητές με και χωρίς μαθησιακές δυσκολίες • Διδάσκοντας ποίηση στο μάθημα των Αγγλικών
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Eerie woods, a weasel plays, Sleek and swift inside a maze, Through the grass, it hops and kicks, Chasing mice with playful tricks, Moonlit night or sunny day, Whiskers twitch, there’s no delay, Silent woods, a weasel eats, Hungry tummy’s joy repeats. woods δάσος eerie απόκοσμος, μυστηριώδης sleek στιλπνός,… (συνέχεια…)
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His feet were frozen, his throat a bit sore, But Lance dreamt of treats, he couldn’t ignore. “I want ice cream,” he quacked with delight, “And frozen custard, now, that would be alright!” His friends were concerned, said, “Rest, take a break!” The penguin… (συνέχεια…)
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11 Ιαν 2024
The Tale of a Doodling Fish
Συντάκτης: Κων/νος Βούλγαρης | Κάτω από: Εκπαίδευση στον 21ο αιώναIn the ocean deep, a fishboy drew, His scales so bright, a colourful view. In class, he’d float, his mind afar, Doodling dreams beneath the ocean’s star. Teacher spoke of waves and sea, But he painted worlds wild and free. Ignored the lessons, lost in his trance, A fish with fins, and a vivid glance…. (συνέχεια…)
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With diligence and eagerness, Melissa took flight, In the realm of words, she found her light. Mr Ant, a teacher wise and keen, Encouraged her buzz, the classroom serene. The bee transformed, no longer tired, In Mr Ant’s class, she aspired. Words became wings, knowledge a quest, In the garden of learning, they both were… (συνέχεια…)
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4 Ιαν 2024
From Disdain to Delight
Συντάκτης: Κων/νος Βούλγαρης | Κάτω από: Εκπαίδευση στον 21ο αιώναIn a neighbourhood of Athens, where history whispers its tale, Lived a brother and sister, just ten and eight, setting sail. School bells would chime, a rhythm frail, Yet their disdain for learning, they couldn’t curtail. Their teacher, a man with warmth and care, Guided with patience, a beacon of light. In lessons, he wove… (συνέχεια…)
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At the end of my suffering there was a door. Hear me out: that which you call death I remember. Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting. Then nothing. The weak sun flickered over the dry surface. It is terrible to survive as consciousness buried in the dark earth. Then it was over: that which… (συνέχεια…)
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1 Ιαν 2024
In a Station of the Metro
Συντάκτης: Κων/νος Βούλγαρης | Κάτω από: Εκπαίδευση στον 21ο αιώναThe apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black bough. – Ezra Pound (1885-1972) This poem was first published in 1913 and is considered one of the leading poems of the Imagist tradition. Pound’s process of deletion from thirty lines to only fourteen words typifies Imagism’s focus on economy of language,… (συνέχεια…)
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Joe yelled, “Happy New Year.” The cow yelled, “Happy Moo Year.” The ghost yelled, “Happy Boo Year.” The doctor yelled, “Happy Flu Year.” The penguin sneezed, “Happy Ah-choo Year.” The skunk yelled, “Happy Pee-yoo Year.” The owl hooted, “Happy Too-woo Year.” The cowboy yelled, “Happy Yahoo Year.” The trainman yelled, “Happy Choo-choo year.” The clock… (συνέχεια…)
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Billie Holiday’s burned voice had as many shadows as lights, a mournful candelabra against a sleek piano, the gardenia her signature under that ruined face. (Now you’re cooking, drummer to bass, magic spoon, magic needle. Take all day if you have to with your mirror and your bracelet of song.) Fact is, the invention of… (συνέχεια…)
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28 Δεκ 2023
I Saw a Man Pursuing the Horizon
Συντάκτης: Κων/νος Βούλγαρης | Κάτω από: Εκπαίδευση στον 21ο αιώναI saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. “It is futile,” I said, “You can never—” “You lie,” he cried, And ran on. – Stephen Crane (1871-1900)
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28 Δεκ 2023
These Stories We Wear
Συντάκτης: Κων/νος Βούλγαρης | Κάτω από: Εκπαίδευση στον 21ο αιώναthese stories we wear— scars, stretchmarks, wrinkles, are wrongly labelled as imperfections. but aren’t they such beautiful, courageous signs of how we have lived? – Sabina Laura
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When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an attic, Gatherings of days too few. Baubles of stolen kisses. Trinkets of borrowed loves. Trunks of secret words, I CRY. – Maya Angelou (1928-2014)
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Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. – Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
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so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens – William Carlos Williams (1883-1963) This clean-cut gem by Jewish American poet and doctor William Carlos Williams invites us into a moment of mindfulness and appreciation of everyday beauty.
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Robert Frost (1874-1963) was an American poet from San Francisco, California.
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I never saw a purple cow, I never hope to see one, But I can tell you, anyhow, I’d rather see than be one! Gelett Burgess (1866-1951) was an American artist, art critic, poet, author and humorist from Boston, Massachusetts.
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I made myself a snowball, As perfect as could be, I thought I’d keep it as a pet, And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas, And a pillow for its head. Then last night it ran away, But first, it wet the bed! – Shel… (συνέχεια…)
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Το παιδί με τη σάλπιγγα Αν μπορούσες να ακουστείς θα σου έδινα την ψυχή μου να την πας ως την άκρη του κόσμου. Nα την κάνεις περιπατητικό αστέρι ή ξύλα αναμμένα για τα Χριστούγγενα— στο τζάκι του Νέγρου ή του Έλληνα χωρικού. Να την κάνεις ανθισμένη μηλιά στα παράθυρα των φυλακισμένων…. (συνέχεια…)
