Best Certification Poems
~ Certification Anticipation ~
Infestation
Germination
Mobilization
Bloviation-Condemnation
Agitation-Exhortation
Excitation
Confrontation
Profanation
Desecration
Litigation
Ruined Nation
Frag ta
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Categories:
certification, america, betrayal, sad, scary,
Form:
Monorhyme
Same time
Same place
Different color
Of the face
Same K-12 system
Same university
Different college
Who gained
More knowledge?
Who excelled?
Who got more hell?
Same job
Same school
Same students
Same certification
Different degrees
Who stayed
On their knees?
Both of us
Yes, indeed.
Who achieved
Honestly?
Well let’s see!
Same time
Same place
Different color
Of the face
I made it
By God’s grace
You are
A Satanic disgrace.
You are the
Face of hateful
Hypocrisy
I settle for
None of your
Fallacious foolishness
And malicious mediocrity.
Same hometown
I keep it real
You a damn clown
God’s giving you
A furious frown
A lazy witch
Probably born rich
Living in the sticks
Killing nature’s beauty
Just to get away
From people like me
An earth killer
Fake teacher
And destiny stealer
A true thriller
Makin fake scrilla
I worked hard
While you pressed bricks
Storing awful ATP
To make sure
You got the best of me
And people from my
Community.
My adenosine triphosphate (ATP)
From glycolysis in my body
After Krebs cycle
Gives off love
While yours come
From hate
We’ve had the same bodily
Processes similar chemical makeup
I just have more melanin
You act the way you act
Because of your grandfather’s mistakes
I hate to see your fate
If you don’t change
You are devilish
And deranged
I know your game
Your name
We’re from the same turf
You and I
Are carbon based products
One tries hard daily to be just
So that when the minister
Says ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
That I get the reward
I deserve
You got my reward
I still work hard
My ATP
Detests the enemy
It ain’t fair
That we walked in the same place
Respect you received
And hate slapped me in the face
Walking around with on your face
Did a dissertation on me
If I looked like you
With my knowledge
At 23 I would have had
Ten PhD’s.
Girl please you got the nasty woman disease
Get on your knees for the right reas’
Pray to us Jes’
Save me from being a real bigot
And sometimes on the sly
Help me to love you
And all your creatures
And accept diversity
You need help with that dirty blond hair
Pony tails sticking in the air
Depicting your true savior
Not mine that will catch the one’s
That are still alive and in Him
Up in the midair.
Categories:
certification, caregiving, childhood, faith, life,
Form:
Narrative
With software the devil possessed
They've outsmarted EPA's test
So avoid the behind
Don't inhale near the hind
Of Volkswagen's diesel “skunk” pest
Author's note: A case for more, not less, federal regulation. This is an example of what is wrong with underfunded federal agencies and our reliance on self-certification. Meanwhile, what happened to all that carcinogenic air?
Categories:
certification, business, green, pollution,
Form:
Limerick
The fleeting moments
was probably in preparation
for today
where you have been a constant thread
mixing with the chaos
to bring the calm
I never thought I would need -
in your own style
digging for the things that made me unhappy
unravel the thoughts I was too afraid
to actually give a voice to
though I knew it would be the only way
to work through the fear
and confusion
in the background that little encouragement
I needed was like a silent pat on the back
to get back up and try again
though my vision seem to have been displaced
in all the madness and laughter
it made me realise
that perfect timing
does not have a human
certification attached to it,
it is exactly that
perfect timing
©081020121330
Categories:
certification, friendship, life, me,
Form:
Free verse
Applying for teacher certification
I caused one technician much consternation
My fingerprints had simply not registered
Again and again the test he administered
“Guess you could have had a career in crime,”
He retorted reapplying ink grime
He said this had never happened before
But the results he surely couldn’t ignore
He sent me to an experienced tester
Who made many cracks, joked like a jester
He claimed my blank prints were quite unique
Turned over my hands just to take a peek
The delicate lines could scarcely be seen
And the fingers themselves were awfully lean
“What work do you do?” he asked with a scowl
As he removed the ink with a towel
“I now type 82 words per minute,
Most of my life I’ve been immersed in it"
My helpless fingers were worn to the bone
And my tester let out a mournful groan
Apparently pounding on my keyboard
Had produced an undesired reward
Faint thumbprints revealed no criminal record
And I won an overachiever award
Typing is essential to the work I do
Next time they need prints, I’ll remove my shoes
** True story for the Finger Frenzy contest
Categories:
certification, funny, on work and
Form:
Couplet
Now the feline and the masked loony coon.
They steal the deal when they enter the room.
The raccoon and the cat, rat-a-tat-tat.
Fire station seems to be where they are at.
A pair of cuties you see, plain they be,
of all things to be, they’re fireman, you see.
Cat has pulmonary resuscitation…
coon has CPR certification.
Raccoon many days saved the cat’s nine lives,
working pair like spouses never they strive.
Cat to raccoon, “We need to marry soon,
there is talk around town you Loony coon!”
Raccoon to cat, “I’ve carried you today,
guess mixed relation is given away,
oh say can you see our children to be,
rat-coon-cats or loony-tune-cat-coons, see..
We’re unlikely pair, guess people will stare,
know not how our mixed relation will fare,
we’ll chatter and purr showing them our fur,
then chatter the matter up fire ladder!”
For Francine Roberts
Contest: Tell Me About It!
Categories:
certification, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Quiet and listen!!! I ordered myself
Focus and watch!!! My brain coded to my cells
Ponder and wonder!!! Was the obdurate melody of my sense
But no one could evolve a meaning out of these paranormal scenes
I could hear the ambling onomatopoeia performed by the air
I could feel the impetuous rustle it made to dispel
I could smell the pervasive aroma that got me compelled
But my sight was blinded by an unassailable light dispersed
"Am I lost?" was the one question prickling my every concentration
I ran deep into the shadows of a transcendental meditation
The past began to swim in, assisting my mental construction
Finally I remembered... I was a victim of an accidental demolition
Instantly, the air raged and trembled like an avalanche
The light evolved a path like it led me to a destination of no existence
My remembrance was a password that dispelled the intruding play of these disturbance
Then I saw something! Something beyond my resistance
A step I saw; coated with the most precious of gemstones begging for my flight
A door I saw; its beauty greatly undefined, seductively capturing my every sight
This scenery brought me to one conclusion, the one I tried to fight
It was heaven's doorway... What a tragic delight
I gallantly moved towards the door with soldier's steps
Worried on the actuality I was a member of the doleful death
Hoping on the certification that behind the door held no regret
On my strife for the handle, woke up with my seemingly worried parents on a hospital bed
Categories:
certification, adventure, depression, me, light,
Form:
Free verse
Even thought my poems is better then the average poet I would said people would not understand
How hard it was in school an especially in college where average person would write once or twice
I would write three time and write a average of 200 papers but the requirement is 100 for associate of art and counting my credit it did not transfer it would be equivalent to a bachelor but lately I been looking at
Certification equal to bachelor degree I guess the glass cell is not broken.
Categories:
certification, art,
Form:
Verse
New year's day 2021
Disinclination regarding tradition
to make resolutions stance
adopted courtesy yours truly.
Though such proclamation
may smack of high treason
no matter convenience to season
and ideal time to leaven existence,
I discern no rhyme nor reason
to make a promise unable to keep
whereby only disappointment I reap
inducing tears whether awake or asleep,
thus Matthew Scott Harris utters nary a peep.
as he doth vigilantly creep
along the information superhighway
hooping to sow (sew) what he didst reap
re:pair so I can strut (wool ewe bull eve)
like a Mummer wannabe counting sheep
while he does sleep.
E'er since Pope Gregory XIII effectively
(furnished, generated, and
instituted his holy mojo)
introducing Gregorian calendar
approximately four hundred
thirty nine years ago
chroniclers of time - mostly
religious Norwegian farming bachelors
casually referred to brethren as bro
ejaculated (sometimes premature) invocations,
which echoed across
Lake Wobegon, said incantations
devout followers among populace
did likewise parrot and crow
generation after generation
whereupon enigmatic, dogmatic, charismatic
monk native to Burma
stoked one after another ego
artificial construct did ebb and flow
amazingly enough maintaining accuracy
with marginal probability of error
precision parsing seconds, minutes, hours...
would only tolerate absolute zero
variation regarding prediction
of weeks, months, years...
as sophistication of civilization did grow
allowing, enabling, and providing
jolly fellow bellowing ho... ho... ho
could make his round the world wide web
timely trek linkedin with timepiece
assembled with B Corporation approval.
certification of "social and
environmental performance"
a private certification of for-profit companies,
distinct from legal designation
as Benefit corporation.
The above plug an unsolicited commentary
regarding San Francisco, California
based eco friendly and socially conscious company
and recent employer of eldest daughter,
an engineering University of Pennsylvania alumna.
Categories:
certification, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
When I had to take a special car back to Liverpool
Through the speedily running windows, on the rolling hills
The Yellow Acacia continued to flash before my eyes
Like the joyful lights beating beside the road in seam...
They are messengers of spring, coming with hope
To light up the future for me who was lost at midnight...
I clearly saw the brilliant oracle,
Somehow like the imperial-issued decree
Instructing us to be persistent,
When marching forward with dignity
To meet our lives...
She gave us the opportunities to accomplish:
The obligations stipulated in the life contract,
And picking up the burden on our shoulders...
To embark on the road of life again,
To meet the coming summers and Autumns...
Life never easily abandons people who love her
And always loves people she loves, never leaves
She loves their kindness, friendliness, and piety
with living up to each other's promises
And not changing the eternal theme of lives
Until figuring out the mission and significance
As Gifted by the Creator...
Awakened by the messenger's purpose
I suddenly see staring at the starry sky overhead
When I was walking arduously in the darkest hours
To check the mind carved by the sun and the moon
If it was ready to honor the contract faithfully
Looking back, when I lost, without explicit directions
HOPE comes with the certification written
By using the golden Acacia flowers
To brush the frost and snow on the cold road
Categories:
certification, appreciation, blessing, feelings, flower,
Form:
Free verse
Mother-Varsity, my university
My first teacher in life's academy
Life; Survival & Adversity are your highest degree
"Nature, Nurture, Nourish" is your motto's decree
From the womb to the tomb is my scholarly
I am your true certification of credibility
Your substance is my reality
Your Campus directs my morality
Your attitude to life is my philosophy
Your textbook to life rewrote my policy
You cloak my adolescents with an apology
Your anatomy is the body of my biology
Your elegance manages economy
Constantly financing my life bursary
Your honesty confirms my life's study
Your wisdom aligns my trajectory
Your dreams for me, are my prophecy
From the womb to the tomb is my scholarly
"Nature, Nurture, Nourish" is you motto's decree
Life; Survival & Adversity are your highest degree
My first teacher in life's academy
Mother-Varsity, my university
Categories:
certification, art, beauty, career, education,
Form:
Prose
ive said it all
yet these pages are staying blank
expression sold to silence
i wonder why i find
my muse has left my island
wipe my eyes and dry myself
ive amounted to this way
where ive said my better days
were just a common phase
i see more than planning shown
deep coves the random go
sweet tones the planet crow
to each own ive managed more
nights fly by and i think about my future
am i just another suitor or person living through computers
my grandma said im looking lost
the infos interpretation
here i am adjacent
thinking show certification
humans can be amazing
alas how do i say this?
usually a source of shaming
is projection starts its grazing
sorry call me crazy
i feel this somewhat different
waiting for an imprint
that could bless a golden infant
perfection in a bottle, picture perfect in an instant
whats the rush running to the other side
life so raw, we refined it to a thousand lives
concentration trapped the light
united a million minds
Categories:
certification, appreciation, devotion, faith, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
When you speak,
Do not speak of your Successes
Without telling us of the Processes
Do not excite us with the tale of your Triumph
Without accompanying it up with the tale of your Training
It is useless to display before us your Glory
If you will not intimate us with its Story.
Certification without Examination is Corruption
So help our youthful minds
Do not tell us of Favours like there were no Labours
Do not tell us you got Lucky
When actually your Blessings didn’t come as lottery
But came over time as you worked for it
So that we know, Life is neither magic nor fairy tale.
Categories:
certification, beauty, depression, destiny, dream,
Form:
Sonnet
Cannot be died as a teacher
It is not for the fact that a teacher does not die
Yet he should not die before he gets recognition
From the Hall of fame
Or from the office of certification
This not my ambition
Nor is it the aspiration of that teacher who teaches English
In a remote village, among the unprivileged
It is the desire of all whoever becomes a teacher
Let’s kindle the fire in every heart
Let’s raise the flame of the lamp of every mind
To see us the road
To walk us the path
The path that has been never seen or trodden
Want they not gold
Nor do they want a plate full of diamond
They just pet a little longing
to make you a son of man
To make this world a better living place for you, me and all
Let them not to drive out the yearn
Let them not to put out the spark
Rather let’s celebrate their crave not for them but for us !
Categories:
certification, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
Don't shoot me down with your neat coded numbers
Inhuman measure nice non corrupted style
I can’t get blown over by US beauties
For the one I love is already mine.
Look at you blonde hair with hardly a face
Heard "why the visit to US" she called out
I replied "tourism is my intent madam
Pleasure with friends, no business for sure".
"Relations! of course carol's my net friend".
Immediate relations never a niece
for I had cajoled DS-160 to kindly accept
But it hadn't bulged from its predefined stand.
"Ok what you do", I said "cinema-movie"
"You own it", I said "yes" a bit surprised
"Since when" was her shot and I cry "childhood"
"1962" in my consciousness as I blurted it out.
"What does your friend do" I said "works" loudly
"Where" and I told what I knew there and then
Remembered the place, city to name them;
Seconds begin to tick like a time bomb.
With clicks she uploaded a coded disaster
Take this 214-b active and duly registered
And when you can decode the puzzle reapply
Public response -New Delhi Discretion-:
Now left, decry this immigration tag;
Certification: “courtesy VO's gag"
Categories:
certification, philosophy, sad,
Form:
Free verse