Best Doctorate Poems
How could you get old, Daddy?
That's not supposed to happen
I'm your little girl
I can't see the stooped shoulders
I can't see the ravages of time, Daddy
Please don't get old
You were larger than life to me
Your word was gospel truth
I'd sit on your lap and fall to sleep
Knowing I was safe and sound
I'd play with your hair
and hear you sing
With that rich mellow voice
You were my comfort and strength, Daddy
Don't get old
Please!
I saw you take care of Mom
All those many years
Bathing
Changing
Brushing her hair
Cooking for us kids
Daddy...
It was so hard to see her go from bad to worse
I knew she was going to die
You were the love birds...
Why did she have to die?
It's been fifteen years, Daddy
I've already lost one parent....
I can't even begin to think....
No, don't get old, Daddy
Don't....leave me
I love you!!!
I understood the love of God
Because of your love, Daddy
Please, don't get old
Eileen Manassian
My dad is visiting me from Cyprus. Ever time he comes to visit, I see a change in him. He'll turn 79 on March 12. he is in great health, but...I can't bear the thought of a time when....I can't bear the thought. May God keep him for me for longer....My father is an educator and pastor. He has his doctorate degree in Education and his MA in theology. He is my rock. I adore the man. He also is an author, and Yes, he writes poetry. Maybe later I'll post a poem he wrote about my birth! :)
I am a white, middle class, American male; raised in a white, middle class American home. I would not say that my upbringing included a lot of diversity.
I remember talking to my brother, Jimmy, just before he told my father he was gay. Jimmy told me about the inner struggle he wrestled with in first admitting to himself that he was homosexual. He said he thought it was wrong; it was sinful and something he must avoid being. Once he realized that being homosexual was not a fault but an innate sexual preference, he decided that he would not live a life of lies. He, therefore, decided to tell his family about his sexual inclination. It took a lot of courage to tell my ex-marine father.
Afi is a beautiful, strong, black African woman; raised in a black, African home. Afi will admit that she is not overly charitable and not likely to do volunteer work. When she first came to the U.S., however, she was appalled with how our society treated its AIDS victims. In Africa, Afi would tell us, AIDS patients were embraced and cared for, not shunned and outcaste like here in the U.S.
Jimmy was not a promiscuous man. He only knew a few sexual partners in his too short life. Jimmy was a very intelligent and artistically gifted man. He was doing post–doctorate research in Iraklion, Greece when he first started showing symptoms of having AIDS.
When Afi volunteered to be an AIDS Buddy she made it clear that she did not want to be paired with someone who had full-blown AIDS. The organization was so hard pressed to find someone with a profile to match Jimmy’s intellect and interests that they begged Afi to just meet him, just once.
Afi says that within an hour she was no longer on a volunteer mission; she and Jimmy
would be friends regardless of a commitment to the Buddy system. Jimmy and Afi
remained best of friends for the two remaining years we were blessed with his presence.
It has been 15 years since Jimmy passed away. I am still a white, middle class, American male; from a white, middle class American family – only now, we have a beautiful, strong, black, African sister in our family.
An English Life
It is midnight the Milk train pulls into darnall station
No ordinary passengers here
Steelworkers with their families
Loaded with fishing tackle, sandwiches and maggots
The Fossdyke in Lincolnshire, their destination
The fare Half a crown for happiness
The long walk in the dark,
A stairway to heaven in my memory
Dawn on the Foss and a cup of tea,
Fever in the blood, the first eel of the day
Our cane rods lovingly handed down from father to son.
I remember, Pheasants looking for mates
Shrieking their songs of love
Swans begging for scraps
Their majestic white necks, nodding,
A greeting into their kingdom
The mist off the water revealing families,
being together, laughing, enjoying what was free.
For tomorrow the grime returns.
A conversation with a stranger then out of a bag,
The rabbits, sometimes hare, sometimes pheasant.
Onions and carrots, shortly follow
The smell, forever linked with summer
The scent of my childhood
Summers were hotter then;
At times I drank the Foss, for I was nature’s child
Being clean was never a priority,
Catching fish was, never killed always returned,
Our Covenant with Nature.
For it is the sport that we honour.
And with age comes reflection,
Poor I may have been, my education neglected
But I have a Doctorate in nature, for I have seen the dawn
Away from the factories, where the pheasant runs free
And where the swan reins king, I was part of them.
It was here I learned what family was,
To share, my last drink of pop with my neighbour,
A simple life, maybe, but what a life
For I have seen what Constable painted
Lived every word that Wordsworth wrote
Understood the Fragrance of the Flowers
And revelled in the poets dream.
I loved every colour, every sound, every scent,
And every fish I ever caught.
Father and mother are gone now,
Never complained about their Station in life,
For they found paradise on the Foss.
They left me the seeds to their heaven
And the key to my happiness
A key forged in a mans worth
To open up my soul to the beauty
That surrounds us all.
Dawn on the Foss, was my church
My soul was cleansed here
And my heart was shaped here
My memories kept safe here
And the Foss fever still resides here
I will die on some bank side, one day
Rod in hand, and I will be content,
So Tight lines my fellow Anglers.
The Children of Aquarius
Are a great delight
They are quick and nimble thinkers
And their minds are all alight
They have knowledge at their fingertips
They have everything they need
To live a full and fruitful life
They are fortunate indeed
Since the Age became Aquarius
And the Age of Knowledge has begun
The world has changed completely
By precession of the sun
There has never been a time
In this life waves history
Where access to information
Came so quick and easily
There is nothing they can’t research
Not a thing they cannot learn
To find all the information
So any doctorate they can earn
They have knowledge to protect them
And their minds can be set free
From old fashioned superstition
And religious tyranny
They’re now past being frightened
By the old and worn out knell
That we heard too often
“Go to church or burn in hell”
Knowledge has increased their minds
And they can finally see
That there really is no difference
Between the likes of you and me
Yes, the children of Aquarius
Are a new and better race
And it falls upon their shoulders
To bring some changes to this place
Now they will work together
To clean up the mess we made
Maybe they can save the planet
Before it is too late
I started to read at the age of three
and know all the winners on Jeopardy
have posters of Einstein all over my walls
the theory of relativity my favorite of all,
Since my parents and teachers and I all agreed
I skipped grades and earned an early Doctorate Degree
I'm a walking talking human encyclopedia
my brilliant brain to yours far superior,
Just ask me anything about history, math or science
I love to hear myself talk even about the latest appliance
in detail I'll explain to you how it all works
as I'll never quite understand your cranium quirks,
The few friends I have all belong to the same club
where the MENSA rules mean an IQ of 130 and above
when I get together with my ordinary family at the holidays
I try to explain the cosmos to them and they all walk away,
I've even heard them whisper he's just a know it all
avoiding eye contact with me as they scamper down the hall
but since I'm a rocket scientist genius I can't help but take delight
in having your full attention as I explain Einsteins theory of light,
I guess my family's new nick name for me is really quite fitting
no longer called Einstein but now known as Sheldon.
11-26-17
He was an ancient warrior from times of old
back in the days when the sun was new
and the stars at night were brilliant blue
like the Canopus star he once knew
Often, he was found rummaging the forest
looking for the rarest mushrooms
as the eagles flew he counted tree rings
indenting the roots of his ancestry wings
Then one day, he was reborn again
in an era of squabble filled with wars
silence became an oddity full of slew
and "The Sacred" a rarity hidden in full view
They tagged him "bipolar" with doctorate degree
this was a world of medicine & mental deficiency
yesterday he howled at the moon * starkly stars
today he is a sad man, longing for a trip to Mars
He, ancient warrior of days of old
fights the good battle everyday,
mistletoe on oak, he holds his staff
all the time knowing time does pass.
Written by: Mystic Rose
Dedicated to a friend, who suffers from bipolar.
Here's to Reiner our 'Hero in chains' a true International.'
Who deserves stromg acclaim.' After fourty five hearings
Where the judges must be; 'mud' blind? And even deaf, perhaps?
It must be a 'record of kinds' charged yet not tried.' And
Now its eighteen months in!! Often chained hands and
Feet.? Where oh where should i begin? At the at the doctorate of law? The man gained with aplomb?..Or the
Great concern he holds for German history.' And the way
The world views it; there-in.' Lets me not dwell on old hitler!!
And that grusame time past.' Though I'll gather it shaped
This most decent German.' He maybe desired a better pass? Yet he's let down by current lawfare.' Of which that
Moustached devil would hold dear.' Is this real or imagined? Just the very worst that could up-rear.' I cry a
SHAME ON THE JUDICIARY.! A SHAME ON THEM ALL.!
Who have incarcersted, a shining example, of German
Integrity.' And what is possible for all.' Why do they sheild
The mass woundings.' The truth of dead killed by that clot
Shot.' You are an insulting stench.' Upon your modern history.' Oh by no means will you be forgot.' Yet your time
Will come to take a cell.' Normal Germans will arise! with
You to loose..Thats just what they'll choose.' And face the
World with human pride.'
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"A David for David"
investigated strange events from week to week
paranormal phenomena brought great fear
science fiction challenges while theories peak
as Fox Mulder, The X-Files lept into high gear.
a graduate of Yale, David Duchovny
received doctorate for his poetry.
"Magic and Tech in Poetry and Prose"
acting was his second love; to fame he rose.
his writing skills published as Master of Art
a native New Yorker, he earned top awards
given high praise from his peers, played his part
he inspires poets using words as chords.
to touch to share emotions as our dear friend
David Williams, who encourages to lend.
a smile, a tear, to all who read his vast views
enjoying every verse to chase away blues.
*For Cyndi's Davids for David Contest.
To My Brother on His Birthday
You’ve been to me a brother and a friend
A great support and comfort through the years
The sadness of my life with joy you blend
And when I cry, you help to wipe the tears
To childlike eyes you were the hero great
I stood amazed at strength and boyish skill
As King and Queen we played to challenge fate
Our little games, a source of wondrous thrill
You made me want to be the very best
To rise above the challenges of life
The bar you raised and helped me pass the test
And made me thrive despite the inner strife
Much more than brother, dear, you are to me
You are a source of strength and constancy
Eileen Manassian
June 18, 2015
8:11 am
My brother, Armond, is four years older than I am. It's his birthday today, and I wrote a little sonnet in his honor. He wrote a lovely poem for me on my fortieth, which is framed and hanging on my wall. I can't describe the source of inspiration that Armond is to me. He is an intellectual giant. He has his doctorate in Accounting from the University of Calgary. He is a fantastic teacher. Everything he sets his mind on doing, he can do. I've lived in his shadow in more ways than one! ;) He plays the piano better than I do...when he joined my French class, he outdid me. He's just amazing. Recently, he attended my MA thesis defense and just knowing he was there gave me courage. :) He has always been there to help me with my struggles, and I'm truly blessed to have him in my life. :)
I am a genius
I must profess
I have a Doctorate in bundling
And one in making my life a mess.
Everything I turn my hand to
My efforts soon turn to dust
I'm a knight in armour
But covered in dents and rust.
I once had a date
But turned up three hours late
Nearly got married once
Until her mother locked the church gate
Went on a cruise once but the boat sank
And I got the blame
For hammering a picture nail
In my cabin in the cabin ranks.
I was the only one in school to get rickets
And ringworm on my head
And had to sleep in the garden shed
They took me from school to have a brain scan
And the Doctor said I was ok
There was nothing there
Well I took him lithely
And have worried ever since I swear.
I was never picked for the football team
Just in case something went wrong
And I couldn't join the school choir
Because people held their hands to their ears
And ran away whenever I burst into song.
Always got the blame for everything at home
Even if it was someone else but me
I was brainwashed into thinking I was useless
And now sadly I agree
It's not that I don't try
But I'm never lucky you see
I'm an albatross around peoples knecks
A Jonna and all washed up at sea.
I'm probably the most unlucky man
The world has ever seen
But doesn't that then make me a success?
If you know what I mean?.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.June.
Outside my dorm window, the snow began to fall;
Everybody had gone home, but I didn’t have a car.
Christmas break started yesterday, they’re gonna throw me out;
I’ve got no place to go, I’ll just be wandering about.
Rubbing elbows with the rich kids on an academic ride,
But the tracks that I come from are from the other side.
No daddy who’s a lawyer; no mother with a doctorate degree,
No car keys to a new Porsche underneath a Christmas tree.
Threw some clothes in my backpack with the cafeteria food that I stole;
Borrowed my roommate’s comforter to protect me from the cold.
Found a shelter for the homeless on the other side of town;
With my First Year Contract Law book, I started to hunker down.
A little boy walked up beside me and stood beside my cot,
“Mister, would you like to share my candy, it’s the only thing I got.
I’ll give you half my candy cane if you read me a story from your book.”
How could I refuse this little boy and the longing in his look?
“You can keep your Christmas candy, but I will tell you a story,
About a newborn baby King and the star that signaled glory.”
As I told the story of Christmas, the best I could recall,
People gathered around the two of use as the snow outside did fall.
When my story was finally over, the little boy just smiled,
And put a smile on every other face that gathered in the crowd;
Then he looked at every one of us and said, so simply,
“Jesus Christ put that star of hope into all of you and me.”
Suddenly, my self-pity flew right out of my soul,
Becoming rich like all my schoolmates, no longer was my goal,
I closed up my text book and went outside into the snow,
Laying on our backs, making snow angels, we watched the stars aglow.
“The star of hope still shines brightly, each and every Christmas night,
With our faith in baby Jesus, everything will turn out all right.”
I returned back to the university and finished my degree,
Dedicating my life thereafter to helping others out of poverty.
Every Christmas Eve I go back to that shelter on the far side of town,
And retell the story of Christmas to whoever comes around.
she now knows love
love, not a lifeless thing
that she used to talk about those days
while carrying a backpack
full of books and binders
a mustang she wanted to drive
symbol of success and speed
a perfect blend with boom
and the ooze of black-gold
but today for her
only one thing that matters
living with a man
sharing his failure
to graduate from a high school
that teaches not techniques
to survive that stoppage
of an upward movement
and a free flow of more
her achievement
she carries with care
as if holding the first university degree
that will open the greater door
to a doctorate
to walk around with a prefix
before her name
now she smiles, inside
every time she feels that kick
a little stretching
in that cozy cave
intricately decorated convocation hall
calling him, her baby
while feeling that wall, outside
her boy will soon graduate
to enjoy her love
her success, her own graduation
to that new title – Mum
A wisdom download,
Some years back ,
Alfonso Warally Chris asked
The so called intelligent, "
Why do those who think
To be intelligent worship animals
which have no mind?
Or things made
by humans?
"The things of God
Are very difficult to understand,
Brothers and sisters.
An animal has instinct,
But you will meet some psychologists
And phylosophers who worship animals
And statues,"
He said.
A wisdom download,
"Do you think those philosophers and
Psychologists who worship animals
Know the real God?
Are they intelligent than those animals?"
Are they wisers?
He asked again.
Many questions unanswered,
Millions of wise readers
Can produce many answers
According to the wisdom
Of the real God in them.
Sometimes you can be blamed
When you sharing your thoughts
With millions of the world people
Which is not really reasonable.
Some people can be in the field
Which they don't well understand
And end up sounding as ignorants.
A wisdom download,
Sometimes you can think to be wise
Due to having some doctorate degrees
While you are not.
One president of DRCongo comes
in my mind,
He was not well educated
But he played
Many university professors
When they left teaching carriers
To join politicians.
Many students
Understood that there is no a World
University which can download
And install the wisdom of God
In the students.
Somewhere majority of very educated people
Worship some politicians as their gods.
This is not an exam question paper
But it is a wise questionnaire
From a wise questioner.
April 17/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by
Unseeking seeker
15 years, 20 jobs
11 ambulance rides
15 people died
moved 20 times
countless admissions to a hospital
the right to my own person overlooked
4 murders
2 suicides
the police and psychiatrists covering their tracks
lengthy period of punishment
look it up in the charter of rights and freedoms
war criminal doctorate in malpractice
the biker gangs overtaking the police system
a global enemy
me your blond haired blue eyed poetic criminal
100 year war mission victom
im sure even politicians and tv journalists have
infiltration instruction to micromanage a society
built on someone elses empire of lies
prepare the funeral pyre
the kiss and tell blackmail of sabotoge
name one persons life today
they have not completely destroyed
among the homeless in your shelters
you sniff out the senses of your enemies
Egg in the church basket like the mafia
who only takes care of their own
the list of ancestries and family trees
of guilty by association
red carpet grave funeral party
recruited for war
instructed on their mission
letter in the mail
and no escape for them
lost on an island
global enemies sent
different uniforms worn
representing the doublestandards of their vile crimes
police, and doctors, judges, and criminals alike
the layers of your life to get to drug ring bosses
stranded on this island to become a true war hero this time
either dead before you get there
or dead upon arrival
survival instincts of the jail house maximum security
island arrivals
Global enemies of all sides
sent to this modern bermuda triangle
the global army insists upon it
in the end we bomb the million stranded starving terrorists
forced to die a hero
the seven names on this list of enemy powers
guilty by association in the criminal records
Ha Ha Ha super soldiers
im just a blonde haired blue eyed poetic criminal
your 100 year long war mission
finaly explained, your long term plan for survival
Round em up
everyone of them
your global enemy that has caused this much confusion
lead to the wars we fight today
the truth remains unknown
global enemies all around the world
the terror that they spread
like the rise of the hell's angels
Death is painful for those who do not understand
but death is not a punishment , simply part of a plan.
Death is merely the transferring of a soul
To a new place from a place of old
Salvation is the thought that the soul can retain
as it passes from the physical to the spiritual plain.
To the physical being, death is kind of hard to swallow,
because where the spirit goes the body cannot follow.
Death should not be a time of mourning, but a time of celebration.
For the spirit of a man has completed a kind of graduation.
As a student of life pursues his doctorate degree,
death is the final test as he passes the state of sleep.
Once the body passes through the threshold of the physical and spiritual barriers.
The consciousness becomes pure light, as the spirit uses energy as the carrier.
The realm in which the spirit resides, we simply do not know.
because where the spirit travels, the body cannot go.
So if someone in your family dies.
Understand the path they take....
Just because their eyes are closed,
doesn't mean they aren't awake!