MASTER

Every teacher on our planet

she is a brave and fierce woman,
they make the homeland more complete,
they are light and love for life.

Being a teacher is a mission for noble people,

to be a bearer of joy,
sower of values in men,
peace seeker every day.

Like Jesus there in Galilee

your word, master, sparkles
annihilating fear and ignorance.

Your word, master, is a torch

midwife of knowledge and ideas
may they show us paths of hope

I want to be like you

Thank you, teacher

for being an example for me.

When I think about everything you have taught me

and I see myself in your reflection,

I want to be like you:

smart, interesting and committed
positive, reliable, and modest,
I want to be like you.

Informed and easy to understand

thinking with the mind but also with your heart,
motivating ourselves to bring out the best in us
with sensitivity and devotion:
I want to be like you.

Giving us your time, energy, and talent

to ensure the brightest of futures
is offered to each of us.
Thank you, teacher,
for giving me a goal in life to fight for:
I want to be like you!

POEM TO THE TEACHER

Dedicated to all your teachers

Living among other lives, he forgets his own life,

destroying the darkness of ignorance wins its war,
his greatest reward is the responses of his students,
laughing with them is their greatest joy.

Although he is sad, he appears smiling

the most perfect image of understanding and love.
He shared his time and never questioned it.
Some loved him, others forgot him
But he always wanted them all.

Now, slow walks, the wind defeats him

and his voice no longer sounds gallant as when he read to them.
Sitting there, looking at the sky, his eyes close,
his hand drops and lets a piece of paper free.
The last written note, the wind sings it.
and propels it over the current of a river.

I take with me the great triumph of knowing that you all,

my children, my dear students,
they represent in every gesture, in every walk, in every vibration
pieces of my spirit
that are now confident men,
with firm and honest ideals.

If some get lost in this wheel that is life,

I will return in a friend's phrase, in a child's gaze,
in a father's brow, or a mother's caress,
and I will make you remember, what your 'path' is
PRAYER OF THE CHILD TO HIS TEACHER.

Master, you who shape my soul and mold my heart, have mercy on me.
fragility.
Don't look at me with a stern frown if I don't understand you, have patience.
Do not be bothered by my noisy joy; share it!
Do not weigh down my weak intelligence with superfluous notions.
Teach me what is useful, what is true, what is beautiful.
Treat me gently, Master, now that I am small.
How many pains await me in life: among them, the memory of you
benevolence will be a beneficial stimulus.
Do not scold me unjustly... Love me, Master, for I too, even if I do not know
I will show you, I will love you a lot, tomorrow more than today.
Cultivate me, Master, like a gardener does his flowers.

And I will perfume your existence with the perennial incense of memory and the
gratitude.
Master, good Master, you who shall give light to my eyes, breath to my brain,
kindness to my heart, beauty to my soul, truth to my words, righteousness to
my actions;
Master, do not ignore my prayer!
By the priest father ... Walter de Jesús Zapata Velásquez.

TO THE MASTER

My mother gives me life,

my father provides for me,
and the school teacher,
nurture my understanding.

To my dear teacher,
that gives me its knowledge,
his affection and his care,
with infinite patience.

I offer you my gratitude

and my love without end,
because it is full of beauty,
to my poor knowledge.
YOU WILL TEACH

You will teach to fly

but they will not fly your flight.
You will teach to dream,
but they will not dream your dream.
You will teach to live,
but they will not live your life.
But you will know that every time they
fly, think, dream, sing, live...
The seed of the path will be
taught and learned

By......... Mother Teresa of Calcutta

MAESTRO

Worker patient, silent and healthy,

announcer of the coming days
overflows unreservedly on the paths
the fresh spring of your dawn hand.

Do not retreat before the vain crowd

do not fear treacherous men,
that true loves are
with a flap they save the swamp.

As a soldier of peace who creates,

with the fertile breath of the idea,
the beautiful humanity of prevention.

Ascend ceaselessly to the summit height,

the lively glow of that fire
seeking the new sun that is to arise.

MASTER
Early and always deeply felt vocation,
to be a Teacher out of love given,
this is illuminating paths through life,
illusionedly, surrounded by children.
Put the soul of an artist into the noble task,
with missionary strength and delicate hands;
to know how to go burning in pursuit of an idea,
to know how to follow the star of good in a dreamy way...
Diligent sower, put in the furrow
by the blond wheat poppy seeds;
estrenar alegría y fe cada mañana,
and in the difficult moment to be alone with God.
By Juán Berbel

MASTER

You are the one who watches over our future,

you are the one who tries to make us shine,
you are the one who takes us out of that cocoon
that many times we do not want to abandon.

You are, teacher, our guide,

you are the one who gives us the encouragement to come out better,
and even though we don't show it, we watch over you night and day
because it is for you that we make a better world.

We don't always treat you as you deserve,

we see ourselves a little proud,
but that doesn't mean our love doesn't grow
by showing us the affection you feel for us.

You are the teacher, the one who scolds us on some occasions,
you are our father trying to correct us,
but it doesn't matter how many times you scold us;
We will always be your children.

You are the person who teaches the world,

you are generous in sharing your wisdom
and even though it is us who receive the applause,
siempre serás el faro que ilumine nuestra vida.

THE MASTER

Take off your hat, citizens!

the schoolmaster steps forward,
that admirable worker, in whose hands
the torch of science is raised.
Wise ignorant who does good invites,
that seeks to ignite on every front
a light that illuminates life
the dark path of steep slope.

He is not troubled by fatigue nor is he overwhelmed;

suffered apostle of the modern age,
do not fear that your life will be consumed
in the name of science which is eternal.

He is humble with the humility of the wise;

he is proud with the pride of the Strong;
his lip is always for the truth
without fear of the world and of death.

When does her dark position afflict her?

In his usual poverty, when does it sadden him?
firmly directs your steps toward good,
May his great mission be holy and good!

The fight for the light ... Sublime longing!

Walk towards the east where it glows
The red sun that over the wide sky
A dazzling glint shines in her pupil ...

He fights for the light like a seer!

serves the Fatherland when it educates the child;
And what is Education? Huge potential
that never deceives, that never expires ...

Respect him! It's his life of pain!

¡Amadle! ... que es su vida de enseñanza;
make flowers bloom along their path,
make hope shine in their soul.

Hail Master!, worker without equal,

constructor of the spirit of man
for your zeal the admiration of the world;
immense love for your holy name ...
Author Gregorio Torres Quintero - Mexican Poet.
YOU TAUGHT ME TEACHER
You are that light that guides me
With that beautiful smile
You teach me so many things
With much wisdom

You show me the day to day

With dignity and respect
To achieve all the challenges
With determination and bravery

Values and morality

The numbers and the letters
And your image of a teacher
I will never be able to forget her.

I don't forget the hearts

The names in the notebook
In the pocket, the marbles
Y en la mesita los creyones

Because the days at my school

They are sacred to me
I always live happily
Sharpening my two spurs

The love for Venezuela

Its three-colored flag
And all the beautiful folklores
You taught me, teacher.

And today I dedicate these verses

To all the beautiful teachers
For all the stars
Glasses in the universe

I pray and plead to God

May they have good health
And in that beautiful light
 Bless them always, Jesus
By DARÍO J DELGADO R

'To the Master' - Anonymous

My mother gives me life,

my father provides for me,
and the schoolmaster,
cultivate my understanding.

To my dear teacher,
what her science gives me,
his affection and his care,
with infinite patience.

I offer you my gratitude

and my love without end,
because she is full of beauty,
to my poor knowledge.

'Maestro' - Bernel Juan

Early vocation and always well felt,
this is to be a Teacher out of dedicated love,

this is illuminating paths through life,

illusionedly, surrounded by children.

Put the soul of an artist into the noble task,

with missionary strength and gentle hand;
to know how to burn oneself in pursuit of an idea,

to know how to follow the star of good, dreamlike.

Diligent sower, put in the furrow

at the edge of the blonde wheat poppy seeds;
to debut joy and faith every morning,
and in the difficult trance to be alone with God.
The teacher - Anonymous
You are the one who watches over our future,

you are the one who tries to make us shine,

you are the one who takes us out of that cocoon

that many times we do not want to abandon.

You are, teacher, our guide,

you are the one who gives us the strength to come out better,

And even though we don't show it, we watch over you day and night.

because it is for you that we make a better world.

We don't always treat you as you deserve,

we see ourselves a little proud,
but that does not mean that our love does not grow
by showing us the affection you feel for us.

You are the teacher, the one who scolds us at times,

you are our father trying to correct us,
but it doesn't matter how many times you scold us;

we will always be your children.

You are the person who teaches the world,

you are generous in sharing your wisdom
and although we are the ones who receive the applause,
you will always be the lighthouse that illuminates our life.

Teacher's Day - Anonymous

The masters in charge
to give us a good education,
they have taught us,
with patience and with love.

Preaching by example,
transmitting wisdom,
they taught us values,
they trained us in life.
And even though the years go by

we preserve your teachings

the advice that has been given
In the heart we keep.

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A different awakening, that cold morning

Your face was revealed to us
Like that overflowing flower
That after the rain, it fell.

Your sad gaze has hidden away

At the bottom of that blackboard
But your heart could take no more
And from your eyes, a tear sprang forth.

From that innocent girl then

You received a gift
And you read his unusual letter
While she innocently watched you.

A smile on your face

Then it was drawn
And that white dove
Inside your heart it flew.

The numbers in memories had become

That matter became a new story.
And in that lonely classroom
Two new friends were getting to know each other.

Your teachings were many

But even more were the beautiful memories
And that girl whom you scolded one day
 He thanked God for having found
A teacher just like you...

My teacher friend!

OfJohana Karolina

PRAYER OF THE TEACHER

Lord, as a new day begins,
upon seeing the light that rises in order
And still, I entrust you with my work.
You made me for this.
You put in me the fervor, the patience, the understanding.
My work is yours.
I want to love my boys
with the same tenderness that you loved your world.
Let me respect them with the same respect
that You have the man.
Let me lead them with the same skill
that you guide your stars.
I want to be the example of your pure doctrine,
I want to be a follower of the holy words,
What did your Son pronounce:
Because whatever you do
to these little ones, you did it to me

Take me by your path, give me your strong hand,

put on my lips honey of mystical comfort
to give them everything they desire.
Porque dando es como recibimos. Así sea.
7 LETTERS THAT CONTAINS SO MUCH
Who taught me my first letters?
Who made me see that education
One learns from the family and is nourished.
With the rules that knowledge presents?
It was him, to whom I owe so much,
He, who demonstrated infinite patience
Of teaching me my first word...
My first handwritten lines.
It was hard for me to learn that I should always
I will respect you like my parents.
Because you were also a part of me
You taught me to be a person of word.

But I saw that in the learning process

I enjoyed watching as little by little it progressed.

How I could form my first letters alone

How she could read them with fluency and charm.

Yes, the charm of knowing that I could fly

On my own wings, without needing care
Thanks to your teachings I learned the value
That wisdom and duty reach...

Word of 7 letters that means so much to me

What fills my heart is innate gratitude.
Because thanks to you, I am a thinking human being.
What it teaches and what it learns from life every day, something...

Master who in 7 letters, you provide knowledge,

Love for your students, for humanity,
What gratitude owes you, for giving us teaching.

CONGRATULATIONS TEACHER
Congratulations maestro today and always
I wish you all the love that you have taught me.
Because thanks to your advice, I am a person
Who goes through life, fighting to get ahead.
I know there is nothing to pay you with.
What I learned from you over so many years
Because thanks to you, I learned values,
That have helped me find what I love.

I learned to love my profession

To give my best, as you offered us.
Because you don't care about the teaching hours.
In order to see that we knew how to spell words.
Congratulations teacher on your day,
Thank you for your knowledge, for the moments
What you gave me in my hard learning...
Because of you, I am a person who fights, who advances.
Congratulations teacher, may you continue for many more years.

Dando al mundo, tu sabiduría, tu noble alma.

MAESTRO
Divine maestro, treasure of this land,
Where it saw you born, full of dreams
And with the hope of giving to all of us
What your wisdom and courage present.
Master, you made an effort for us
Decent people, with a character
Decisive to learn how to make decisions
And knowing how to perform them continuously.

Master, but what is of you? I wonder.

How do you keep so much kindness?
So much patience, for us to learn
To capture the value of the first letters?

Is it for your soul, true? that noble soul

He/She does not hold any grudge, but for us.
Have you sometimes had to sacrifice hours,
With your family, with your partner, with your problems.

You can only nest hope.

Seeing that we are adults, what are they going to do?

For life offering the talent we learned

Throughout all the years, it cost you to train us.

Master, for you I am what your eyes see,

I am a person who can walk alone
With the strength that as a student I learned from you
And of all the culture and wisdom you provided me.

Master man who loves to teach...

De brindar sus conocimientos sin interés
Why do you do it, because you love the world,
And you want to see it, day by day overcoming...

Human master of teaching...

TEACHER FRIEND
A different awakening, that cold morning
Your face was revealed to us
Like that overflowing flower
That after the rain, it fell.
Your sad gaze hid
At the bottom of that blackboard
But your heart could not take it anymore

And a tear sprang from your eyes.

From that innocent girl then

You received a gift
And you were reading her unusual letter

While she looked at you innocently.

A smile on your face

Then it was drawn
And that white dove
Inside your heart it flew.

The numbers in memories had become

That matter became a new story.
And in that solitary classroom
Two new friends were starting to get to know each other.

Your teachings were many

But even more were the beautiful memories.
And that girl you scolded one day
He thanked God for having found.
A teacher like you....

My teacher friend!

MASTER
I would like to stop today
To make a tribute
To that being so important
What modifies life
Of whom he finds and transits
With pain, with joy
Through his work.
Sometimes pure shame
And showing courage
With everyday courage
Prepare your lessons
Transmit wisdom
Without encouraging fatigue
Maybe it comforts you.
And perhaps it also appeals to him.

To all its faithful history

With enthusiasm and modesty
And creative tools,
To give each one
The scholarship and the model
Of a crystalline mirror.

In his wandering so pilgrim

Through various routes
Find year after year
Such different disciples
Restarting with your planting
The renewed hope
De una mejor cosecha.

That's why on this date

So many times distorted
I express in full voice
How much do I owe on my journey
To whom with his noble science
I shape myself purely through advice

In everything I have learned.

So grateful
A esa ilustre figura
Vilified and beloved
For so many contradictions
I dare to express to you today
In these simple words
What springs from my breath.
And I believe in this moment
It is only fair to acknowledge him

Your irreplaceable mission

The passion that overflows him
And consecrate the memory
Of his silent craft
Master! from each school

TO THE TEACHER

It's another mother at school

who guides with his advice;
she is an expert sower
 of noble knowledge;
it is a gentle hand that guides
and it is light that illuminates paths.

Yes, in short, the teacher,

warm and tender bunch

of kind patience
and of maternal affection.

MASTER

You are the one who watches over our future,

you are the one who tries to make us shine,

you are the one who takes us out of that cocoon

que muchas veces no queremos abandonar.

You are, teacher, our guide,

you are the one who gives us the strength to come out better,

And even though we don’t show it, we watch over you night and day.
because it is for you that we make a better world.

We do not always treat you as you deserve,

we see ourselves a bit proud,

but that doesn't mean our love doesn't grow by showing each other
the affection that you feel for us.

You are the teacher, the one who scolds us on some occasions,

you are our father trying to correct us,

but it doesn't matter how many times you scold us;

we will always be your children.

You are the person who teaches the world,

you are generous in sharing your wisdom
and even though it is us who receive the applause,
you will always be the beacon that lights up our lives.
MASTERS
Thank you teachers, for making my stay at school
Not just a place for exams or tasks
It is a home that shelters me and longs for my success

Teaching to weigh the tides.

You know how to fill the days, just as much with love as with demands.

With your dedication and commitment, you guide my concerns.

Patient, you understand every madness and give calm to my yearnings.
You are an accomplice in my games, mischief, and vicissitudes.

To you, who dedicated your life to mine,

To you, who gave me your hand, to climb a step,
A ti, que distribuyes tu tiempo para ser mi guía,
To you, who strives your whole life and not just one year.

Thank you, teachers,

for showing me their vocation at every moment,
to instill in their pupils, firm ideals, never of convenience,
for teaching me that a profession is studied out of conviction.

Master

So immense is your transmission, so vast your wisdom,

that the simple word, master is not enough!
How much you teach me, when you tell me
don't call me maestro!
You are your own master
For Teacher's Day

The education of children

it is the primordial base,
if a tree grows straight
when older it will still be the same

it is the work of the teacher

It is their main mission!

My teacher
You gave me part of your intellect.
Part of your valuable time
You trusted in my learning
How to pay you,
Today, on your day, I remember you

My dear Master

The rural teacher

The Teacher was pure. "The gentle gardeners," she said,

"from this property, which is the property of Jesus,

they must keep their eyes and hands pure,

keep your oils clear, to give clear light.

The Teacher was poor. Her kingdom is not human.

(Thus in the painful sower of Israel.)
She wore brown skirts, did not adorn her hand.
and all her spirit was an immense jewel!

The teacher was cheerful. Poor wounded woman!

Her smile was a way of crying with kindness.
Over the broken and reddened sandal,
such a smile, the distinguished flower of her holiness.

Sweet being! In your river of honey, overflowing,

the pain largely imbibed its tigers!
The iron that opened his generous chest.
the sockets of love have been left wider!

Oh, farmer, whose son learned from his lips

the hymn and the prayer, you never saw the glow
of the captive lucero that burned in its flesh:
you passed without kissing her heart in bloom!

Peasant woman, do you remember that you once lit up

his name to a brutal or trivial comment?
A hundred times you looked at her, not once did you see her.

And in your son's plot, there is more of her than of you!

Her fine, delicate staff passed by him,
opening furrows to house perfection.
The dawn of virtues that slowly denies itself
it's yours. Peasant, aren't you asking for forgiveness?

Now it casts shade in a jungle, its split oak.

the day death invited her to leave.
Thinking that her mother was waiting for her asleep,
She surrendered to the Deep-Eyed one without resistance.

And in his God he has fallen asleep, like a moon cushion;

pillow of her temples, a constellation;
the Father sings to her his lullabies
And peace rains long over his heart!

Like a swollen glass, it carried the soul made

to pour aljófares over humanity;
and her human life was the long gap
what usually opens the Father to bring light.

That's why the dust of their bones still supports

purple of roses of violent flames.
And the gravekeeper, like a scent, tells me,
plants from which it leaves its bones, as it passes!

Old teacher

Cool and noble design with his pencil

their grids full of tenderness
More than an informant, she is a mother.
what polishes the feelings of children

Old mistress of whitewashed temples

I look at her lit up like a prayer
like a wise one that distills traces
so that the puppies do not get lost

In the classroom he works and continues at home

dissecting books and horizons
Prepare the grass for your lambs

It's a miracle if they give him a good salary.

The star of your life always shines

because it was born to light the way

Master

Early and always heartfelt vocation,

this is to be a Teacher out of love given,

this is illuminating paths through life,

illusionedly, surrounded by children.

Put the soul of an artist into the noble task,

with missionary strength and a gentle hand;

to know how to burn oneself in the name of an idea,

to know how to follow the star of the good, dreamt of...

Sower without laziness, put in the furrow

next to the blonde wheat, poppy seed;

to wear joy and faith each morning,

and in the difficult trance to be alone with God.