Best Diplomas Poems
Humanity
The pagan pilgrimage, sun-worshippers frequently make
Latter-day phenomenon, take off on a Bronze Age break
Constellations change position, solstices realign
Tropic of Capricorn peaks, Cancer starts its slow decline
Astrologers reassure us, the end is not bespoke
Astronomers can’t sleep, has a supernova awoke?
Healthy cells deconstruct inexorably from their core
Runaway chain reactions, laying waste forever more
Be that as it must, cosmic cataclysms generate thrust
Comets are slightly nudged, on a collision course with us?
Ancients believed them omens, wraiths of impending slaughter
Those billion ton tailed curveballs, catalysed Earth with water
Modern man searches for answers, drowning in misnomers
Melding PhD honours, with chatbot E-diplomas
Teleporting entangled particles, throws back a hack
Time travelling marvel, rewinds the real Bronze Age back?
Absurdness seems lame, yet concomitantly germane
Hawking conserved energy, by merely using his brain
Newton had a bachelors, kept him celibate stable
He’d balls of steel for sure, alas no bearings on that cradle?
Information cannot be destroyed, only zeitgeists can
Synthesised is truth, in the malleable hands of man
Life’s more delicate, gravitas hidden behind a smile
Like tales that flightless birds, buried heads in denial
Ostriches evolved kick-ass legs, and win the biped race
They dig shallow pits in sand, not complex black holes in space
One squawked this revelation before zooming off to die:
“Humankind’s the sole species, with good reason to ask why”?
Inkhorn means ostentatiously learned and pedantic
Ostentatiously Learned Inkhorn
What I had learned after being born,
Was that I would become an inkhorn;
Knowledge showing,
And brain growing;
All over my walls diplomas did adorn.
Jim Horn
I am no courageous,
Fearless, valorous, gallant,
Proud, adventurous,
Selfless patriot
I am a soul in exile
Expressing my thoughts in
All languages but mine
'' Hi…I am Palestinian''
'' Salut…Je suis palestinienne''
I cut my mother tongue
In half
Palestinian poet
Rafeef Ziadeh was right when
She said
''Allow me to speak my Arab tongue
Before they occupy my language as well''
Well… to that I must add
Allow me to be the Arab
That I am
Allow me my right
To learn, to travel, to pray
Allow me to walk through any
Foreign street without having
To feel this shame
Without having to think twice
About my clothes, my face, my name
Or the visa I had to work
Day and night for the claim
Because at the end of the day
I am not the one to blame
For Bin Laden, 9/11, and all your
Absurd schemes and games
I am but a soul in exile
I am in no hall of fame
I have to opt to be
Someone I am not
Just to fit in your fame
Despite the agony I went through
Despite the struggles I overcame
Despite the diplomas, the degrees,
The awards I acclaim
I am still no Palestinian
No matter how many
'' I love Palestine'' stickers
I stick on my car
No matter how many times
I cry over Gaza and
Argue over the Israeli settlements
No matter how many times
I curse the Zionists, blame the media,
And swear at the Arab leaders
I am still no Palestinian
Even if I memorize the
Names of all the Palestinian cities
Even if I recite Mahmood Darwiche's
Poetry and draw Handala on my walls
Even as I stand here tonight
In front of you all
I am no Palestinian
And I might never ever be
And that's exactly what
Makes the Palestinian
In me…
Read in the Twinge Dubai Event
At first school was cool
Had to abide by one simple rule
Read and write
And never fight
Recite the alphabet
How easy can it get?
One plus one is two
A E I O U
Two times two is four
D O O R spells door
Maths was about addition and subtraction
Multiplication and division
Studied animals and apes
And all them shapes
Circles and triangles
Squares and rectangles
Pentagons, hexagons
Septagons, octagons
Nonagons and decagons
Then I grew a little and things got tough
The stuff got a bit rough
School became boring
Talk of junior-high bullying
I got scared and
The maths got weird
Areas and volumes
Cones and pyramids
Cords and sectors
Quantities and vectors
Pi r squared?
Half times base times height?
No way I’m getting these right
Positives and negatives
Radius and diameter
Areas, perimeters
Voltmeters and ammeters
More and more shapes
Rhombus, star and trapezium
Physics and chemistry
Lithium and helium
Biology and history
Mussolini, Hitler and Stalin,
And the famous wall of Berlin
I thought I was done
But things got less fun
I started to debit and credit
Economics and statistics
Differentiation and intergration
Poisson and normal distribution
Assignments, projects and dissertations
Now I’ve got the diplomas and degrees
But guess what
I’m just a poet
Now, tell me
Did I waste my time?
Teen pregnancy is still taking its toll on all teenagers today. If a teen girl gets
pregnant and becomes a mother at an early age, then that means no more going to the mall,
the movies, parties or whatever. If a teen boy becomes a father at an early age, as well,
then his future will be altered, and his life will be ruined. What I don't like about teen
pregnancy is that all teenagers want to be parents while they're still in school. Teen
pregnancy isn't a joke; it means that all teen parents will have to apply for their
infants to get medicaid. Next thing he and/or she knows, they'll be getting welfare checks
every month, go to doctor appointments, everything. And now that their parents will have
been angry at the fact that their teen sons and teen daughters are becoming parents at an
early age, including 14, and they're now grandparents. There's no way that these teens are
going to become parents at an early age, let alone 12 or 15. They need to concentrate on
getting their high school diplomas, college degrees, get married, and then have children.
Every time their parents' backs are turned, all teen girls will have turned out to have been pregnant
by random boys. I'm sick and tired of teen pregnancy always ruining their futures. Next
thing everybody knows, these children, out of wedlock, will have populated the Earth by
the year 2025. It's sad, it's a waste of everybody's time, and it's seriously pathetic. It
makes me sick just to think about all teenagers, wanting to become parents at an early
age. Now I know why I never became a teen dad at an early age, let alone 13,14,15 16, or
17. These teens are too young to be raising children. They need to focus on their
education. If teen pregnancy keeps ruining the live and the hopes and dreams of all of the
teenagers, then their parents, they're doomed. No children until education is completed
and marriage.
The Band Concert
It was not a typical musical concert on an indoor stage,
but a marching band concert—and a very special one to me.
I sat with family on bleachers that sunny day as
the glorious band’s thunderous sounds filled my ears,
and my chest vibrated wildly with the powerful music
from brass, woodwinds, percussion, and resounding drums.
As my heart beat in sync with the strong pounding rhythm,
such deep patriotic emotion fully engulfed me, and I
could feel my heart fill up with pride as it beat with
the thrill of that music and with the vision of those great
young men and women in huge formations, marching
on their way to receive diplomas and off to serve our country.
Then I saw him, our dear son, marching within that "Long Gray Line",
stepping in unison with fellow classmates to that awesome music.
The wondrous relentless rhythm from those drums and horns,
together with the artistic and intricate merging formations,
engulfed my whole being as tears filled my eyes with pride and joy—
on that special day—at that one-time special event—in May 1981...
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Any Poem Written in 2015
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 07/16/2016
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: The Concert
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 06/10/2015
And
WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO ME???
The pity…
I can’t stand the pity in your beautiful eyes.
If I could tear out my heart
I’d hold my hand over yours as you fight in
vain to keep the vessels from erupting.
WHY ARE YOU HERE WITH ME???
Can’t you see I’ll drag you down with me?
I believe in love, it’s true,
but I’m ninety percent introverted. I can’t let
anyone into my personal space. Especially you.
I just can’t do it.
I refuse to compromise and yet I’m surrounded
by impunity.
I dare not submit in the face of patriarchy
I spit on book knowledge in a society that glorifies ‘diplomas’
My arthritic bones laugh at me whenever I
start a new exercise regime
My mouth craves sugar and my
heart spasms in the wake of cholesterol
My eyes shoot daggers at you as my
hand charms you with poetry. And yet…
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??
The back of my head aches and I drown myself
in cheap pain killers and back door laxatives.
I mean, what am I to do when I can’t afford a brain
scan and my family is lounging in poverty?
Lately I find myself forgetting things, mixing words,
Misspeling phrasis… But I’m a writer…
Aaargh!!! Why is this happening to me?
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW???
Stay away from me, my love, my precious.
I don’t want you near me when I self-destruct.
Can’t you see??? …I just can’t win…
I watched as they acted as though they were God themselves,
Proud like a peacock with their diplomas on the shelves,
Always looking down their nose at the lost, thinking they themselves held the only key,
Like the Pharisee’s of old, these are the ones who need to take a knee.
But they were so full of their selves to even have a clue,
And forgetting that they themselves would be judged just as harshly as me and you.
I guess some things time never seems to change,
Just maybe the names and faces look a little strange.
Then there are those that really seem to care,
And go to great links to help those in need and really try to share.
And these are the ones God blesses and sits aside their rewards,
As they are put to the test sometimes fairly easy but on the average their tests prove
pretty hard.
These are the ones that seek out the lonely, the needy, and the spiritually lost,
And it’s not a one time thing, it’s ongoing and they absorb the heft of the cost.
These are the shepherds, the peacemakers, that gather in the flock,
They hired on to do a job and their timecards are punched in on our Fathers clock.
as we come to another June it's the season of graduations
a time to celebrate our children for fulfilling their educational obligations
be it from kindergarten, elementary, middle school, junior or senior high
tis the season of promotion a time to look towards the sky
as parents we are so proud of all your achievements and accomplishments
and we thank the Lord Our God for you are the gifts to us He sent
to the children we know that you're so glad it's over
and you're ready to jump and shout
but as parents we will take as many pictures as we want
when those degrees and diplomas are handed out
CONGRATULATIONS!! to all our graduates from the biggest to the small
and not to rain on your parade just remember it starts all over again next fall
What if we'd met at Jackson Memorial in the neonatal ward,
Placed ever so gently, side by side, facing the outside world?
And our parents and relatives and friends they had
Giggled thru an over sized window
And waved and pointed and cooed at us,
Two tiny babies in little pink blankets with silly hats on our heads.
The joy of our grandparents. The meaning to life.
Heirs to the family misfortunes.
We Separate-ly, Equal-ly, Together-ly went home to be loved by all.
And walking and talking and learning to trust
Were taught in our childhood years.
And you learned to sing, "Amazing Grace"
At the A.M.E Church on the corner
And I learned to sing, "Amazing Grace"
At the Baptist church on the square.
We gossiped together each morning and "double dutch-ed" at lunch.
You angled me through geometry class as I read you through English Lit.
I cheered when you made cheerleader and you cried when I didn't.
We laughed when I made Homecoming Queen,
Went to Macy's and picked out a dress.
Then the day finally came, with diplomas in hand,
Throwing caution to the wind,
We Separate-ly, Equal-ly, Together-ly plunged into the outside world.
And through the years, no matter what, we stayed friends to the bitter end.
As husbands came and husbands went and the world grew up around us.
We loved and prayed and raised our babies.
We shared our families' misfortunes.
Together we sang "Amazing Grace" when people we loved went Home.
And never once in all that time did we ever look askance
That you are a woman of color and I am some shade of white.
I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brothers, SunRays
… All-Academic-Bright
My Family of Heaven
My Mother, DawnSky
Father of Celestial Lights (James 1: 17)
Taught At Universe-High
By Father’s Master-Degree
And Mother’s Alma-Mater
Brother Graduated
Summa-Cum-Laude, Super-Nova
Dine At Dimension-Table
Of Cosmic-Family
Global-Bodies, Glowing-Grace
In Our Galaxy
Our: Cambridge, Yale, Oxford and Harvard
Are: Comets, Orbits, and Asteroids
Black-Holes, Pulsars, Waves and Quarks
Red Giants and Red and Snow-White Dwarfs
Enlightened Astronomers, Radiant New Worlds
Time-Continuum, To Unfurl
Outer-Space, Advent-Solar-Systems
And A Big, Blue Jewel, Freed From Cataclysm
Light-Years Away, From Today …
But Still Quenching Thirst, On Milky-Way
and Planetary-Rings and Eclipse
Satellites, and Soaring-Rocket-Ships
Atomics and Evenings-Scholarly
Lectures, On Pure-Energy
To Explore and Expand Brilliantly
‘Diplomas’ … thru Eternity
I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brother, ‘Big’ SunRay
Shone-Academic-Bright ! …
There is a building, two blocks down
Where students come from out of town.
There are no textbooks,
There are no rules.
Only students labeled as fools.
They learn about life in a peculiar way,
Their school isn’t open in during the day.
The streets are mean and give no mercy.
The bar is left open for those who are thirsty.
The teachers walk around in lingerie,
Their principal goes by the name Big Ray.
The tests they take are not the norm,
They have to fill out AIDS, HIV, and STD forms.
The projects they do are illicit and wrong,
Demonstrations for using a bong.
The guidance counselor is a joke,
He’ll pass you a joint and tell you to toke.
The students there can never fail,
They get their diplomas from the jail.
Vocab words like hustle and flow
Are the only terms you need to know.
It’s a secretive place.
But everyone knows,
This is where all of the fools go.
To get enrolled is not hard to do,
Just say the password ‘LIFE’ at door 422.
When it comes to being a parent at an early age, it's the end of one's social life. And
when it comes to watching "Teen Mom" on MTV, the drama never ends. "Teen Mom," currently
airing on MTV, is a "16 & Pregnant" spin-off. this show is so sad, yet so entertaining,
it's like taking a class: High School Drama 101. It's about all teen girls, who are
dealing with the aftermath of the births of their children. All different teen girls are
trying to deal with motherhood and other changes in their lives. Throughout all of the
episodes of "Teen Mom," there have been a lot of drama like custody battles, living
arrangements, domestic violence, and a lot of struggling. And out of all "Teen Mom"
episodes, on Episode #210, Child Protective Services (CPS) was involved, and all of the
viewers of MTV were outraged. Now this is why all teenagers shouldn't become parents at
an early age, let alone 14 or 15. Now I know why I never became a father at an early age,
let alone 16; because it's a waste of time. What all teen boys and teen girls should do is
focus on getting their high school diplomas and college degrees. But if "Teen Mom" were to
stay on the MTV network for 9 more seasons, then that's good. But if these people keep
fighting over stupid things or whatever, there's no telling what might happen next. No
children until after marriage.
Today we celebrate our
success after years of perseverances,
struggles & hardship that
shapes up our academic appearance,
We reminisce the
challenges that stood
before us,
and we savor the victories
that lay the key stone to
our progress,
It was not so long ago
when we dared to dream,
and not so long ago we
dared to take the first step
despite how hard it seem,
Along the way we met a lot
of trials,
but our burning desire to
reach our goals has kept us
going through the miles,
Along the way were many
uncertainties that kept us
on a stake,
but certain beacons of light
showed us the right path to
take,
Let us thank God therefore
for His unceasing grace,
And our professors for their
immeasurable dedication in
helping us through this
race,
our parents for their
unconditional support,
and our friends for their
awesome consort,
The medals and diplomas
we received today must not
be mere symbols of high
grades,
But are ladders that will see
us through life trades,
Lets make a good use of
everything we've learn to
our benefit,
To the point where we can
boldly say that “We've
made it !”.
in order to get back to Eden to live on top of the world
there are a few things from God which need to be heard
here in America in the democratic land of milk and honey
African-Americans are disproportionate when it comes to power and money
our healthcare is poorer, our finances worse, few of us in seats of power
at the bottom of most demographic indicators and our circumstances diminish by the hour
the most unemployed, the most discriminated, the first to be laid-off or dismissed
more of us in jail, a lot of us illiterate, there are too many problems for me to list
fewer marketable skills, fewest high school diplomas and don't mention college degrees
African-American men in America need to take off their blinders and see
to those who stand behind stained-glass windows and look down on those who have less
you need to take your brothers back to Eden and put an end to all this mess
you might not comprehend their reality but you should attempt to understand
that as true servants of God you should help your fellow man
if you consider yourself to be a true disciple of Christ
what have you done to enrich someone else's life?
who did you clothe? who did you feed?
who did you minister to in their time of need?
who did you mentor to on how to be a man?
who did you talk to or stretch out your hand?
there's a lot of work that needs to be done to get our brothers inspired
we need to help them build a relationship with God and do as Jesus aspired
in order to get back to Eden we need to start at the very beginning
with the basic instructions that God is recommending
to fellowship with your fellow man
to develop a trust opposite to slavery's plan
to communicate with positivity
to no longer promote negativity
to pull up your pants and walk like a man
to be productive and not destructive
to be supportive and not abortive
to act like someone's father and not like you're being bothered
to teach our brothers to put down the guns and take up the cross
so they will no longer act like thugs but to think like a boss
no longer will we be divided with jealous envy
now united as brothers under God's authority
getting back to Eden to be on top of the world
to living our lives according to God's Holy word
to get back to Eden and up from the basement of life
living on top of the world as brothers with our savior Jesus Christ