Best Educated Poems
Why do I love God? Why do we adore?
For me, it's simple: He created me, and more.
In His image, I'm crafted, a work of art divine,
A reflection of His love, a heart that beats in rhyme.
He loved me first, before I knew His name,
Before I understood the depth of His holy flame.
He pursued me, gently, like a summer breeze,
And whispered truths that only my heart could seize.
In darkness, I once wandered, lost and alone,
A shattered vessel, broken, like a mirror overthrown.
But He found me, like a treasure hidden in the night,
And lifted me up, like a phoenix rising into new light.
He asked me, 'Where are you?' like a shepherd seeking his sheep,
And I confessed, 'I'm hiding, ashamed, my heart does weep.'
But He didn't judge me; instead, He showed me His gentle face,
And said, 'Turn from your past, and I'll give you a brand-new place.'
I chose to follow Him, like a traveler finding a guiding star,
And He filled me with potential, like a vessel overflowing from afar.
Now, I'm a voice of hope, a messenger of love and light,
A reflection of His beauty, shining like a beacon in the night.
So, I ask you, dear friend, what is God to you?
Is He a distant concept, or a loving presence that shines through?
Why do you love God? What draws you to His heart?
Is it the promise of eternal life, or the peace that never departs?
If I were to ask you, why do you choose to serve Him?
What would be your answer? What is your expectation?
What is your love for God? What is your relationship with Him?
Are you willing to surrender your life, to let His love shine within?
If you were to describe yourself in the place of God,
What kind of human would you be? Would you be just, or would you be odd?
Would you show mercy, or would you show might?
Would you love unconditionally, or would you demand what's right?
These questions, dear friend, are not meant to condemn,
But to inspire reflection, and to help us comprehend
The depth of God's love, and the height of His grace,
And to encourage us to seek Him, with a humble heart and a willing pace.
"He can sit in a room, and not perish"*
Or might he stand upon the deck,
release the dove, and weep for years,
not for its loss,
nor for the triumph of its flight
above the waters; they are not of God,
they are the backwash of our fears.
There in his room alone,
imprisoned by his conscience
he may let his mind fly free
while tears beneath his wings
may no more flood the ground.
But we are not alone;
we have the educated man fulfilled...
and weeping. He has not such irony
for comfort.
It is a flood to cling to.
Fears, we understand;
they are our bulwark
when an educated man could speak—
could sweep us all away with wonder,
separate us from such grand pretensions.
We are not free to weep with him.
We may not seek the refuge of the mind,
eyes not for insight, not for closing,
senses bound upon another time
away, another circus of distraction,
yes, another box of little men
to dance upon the screen.
It is a dance to take away our fears,
a dance beguiling death,
suspending it awhile with candied tears
and frosted dreams protecting us from envy,
nodding to the educated man apart,
who sits there in his room alone
and weeping for us,
just as we who may not see
across the arch of his reality,
cannot.
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*quotation from Jacques Barzun
educated dalit, working in office elite,
his journey from rags to riches,
hardly matters for high caste there,
safeguarded through religious care,
see the dalit with crucifying glare,
wonder how could a dalit dare,
to overcome his sordid tale,
of breaking away his caste jail,
for them its not his education,
but simply unearned reservation,
well, they prefer to stay ignorant,
rather than be observant and agree,
to their sly ancestors religious vagary,
of keeping majority of population,
religiously away from education,
widely making negative propagation,
low caste deserve condemnation,
now in era of globalization,
they provide legal justification,
by granting on paper certain reservation,
but see the anarchy of socialization,
majority of dalit population,
struggling for handful reservation,
while minority ruling population
gets the rest as gratification,
the educated dalit wonder,
there are many like him who thunder,
for the dalit rights to be consider,
and its time to learn from past blunder,
individuals fight and meek surrender,
unless someone like dr. ambedkar,
been true dalit caretaker,
gather the courage again,
to teach the dalits how to gain,
social rights lost in vain,
perceiving false political fame.
...rAHHUL
Darkened by night,
He seeked the light,
That he may be right,
Politically Educated
Politics from the Greek, for relating to citizens
A way to announce and make their collective decisions
The art or science of running state affairs
Including, Civil, Institution, Religious, Academic or Power shares.
Social relations involving power or authority
And methods and tactics; to apply a policy.
History from the Greek meaning, inquiry or knowledge acquired by investigation
Is the discovery collection, presentation and organisation
It can also mean a time after writing was invented.
We thank Herodotus and Thucydides for the modern study of history, so I am contented.
Geography a science that studies the land inhabitants and phenomena of the earth
Eratosthenes invented the word “Geography” for what it is worth.
It seeks to understand all complexities of human and natural life
I think he must have got bored one day, perhaps he didn’t have a wife.
Contest Entry sponsored By Dana'Lynn Smith By Mandy Tams
EDUCATED ILLITERATE
Tell me all what you know
And I tell you what you can’t show
You are all but a logical myth
For you are of no good deed
All you care is to bag the degree
But where have you kept your pedigree
Tell me all what you can see
And i will tell you, you are as selfish as a bee
Can you ever be humane and not empirical?
Why are you so concerned and so not classical?
My question may sure sound so rhetorical
But is sure and always practical
Paper Mache, I see words
Ink on paper, thoughts buried in wood
I’m literate; I should be able to read this
Yes, the thoughts of another must hold so much meaning
My life should be better right?
After all I can see words and make meaning of them
I should be better than the man that cannot spell
I should have opinions where he is clueless
I should be able to think logically where he cannot
So i go outside my front porch, with my shoulders held high
A drink on my left hand, and the morning paper on my right
Then I pretend to read words that I do not care about
Just in an effort to stare at the ley man
Yes, I called him ley, he’s the animal, and I’m the zoo-keeper
While he goes about trying to earn his worth, I sit back and watch him like I’m ‘Speilberg ‘
He’s is mindless behavior, mine is the mindful characteristic of an educated man
After all I thought of coming here to jest at the poor urchin?
I conjured that up, now tell me why I shouldn’t be proud of myself?
It’s one of the many privileges being learned affords me
The way I look at her through the window,
While she hawks her wares, and tries to make a living
I see her as a person lesser than I, yes, I’m way much higher up
Yes my learned mind does not care that she probably has a family of five depending on her ‘plantain’
My learned mind cannot devise the economics needed to help her, though my bank says I can
Like that boy that works at the barbers shop that I never tip,
After all it isn’t my fault he isn’t in School; he deserves to beg all his life
I am Zeus, he’s a mere mortal
The chances some dream about, others are given on a platter of gold
My proud pompous mind will never understand a fact this simple
Is a mind that thinks itself superior really superior?
Educated people
Apply education
To lead university
Uneducated fellows
Use emotions
To lead universe
Just educated
Gave me a space
I need a practical life
Gave me your advice
But Don't forget I have my mind
I have been sitting too many years
In those class room
Accumulating all forms of school
Lessons
So Many school exams I have passed few I fail
So many books I have read to accumulate your society certificate
That allow me to be a Morden slave
Oh yes a modern slavery to money
What can I do best ?
Was it all I was thought on those
Class room?
Hell no
Now am on the outside world
I go places
Another school of it own kind
A mighty school
Mostly on the street
I wonder and learn
I learn to think
So now I could see beyond
My eyes
All this life gives
Why do we make it a debt
All this nature bring
We do we destroy them
With All this educated people
Why is still no peace in our generation
So I refuse be called educated
I prefer to grow with my mind
For when one can't ask
Questions about our today
False reality sorry then you
Are only but
Just educated
Educated Minority
We are an educated minority.
Why? Because some black kids aren't get’n it and some teachers aren't giv’n it.
This has got to change because its no fun to see classmates that I know are smart get left in the dark.
Teachers have got to see something beautiful in you and me.
Yes we’re loud, yes we’re funny, we roll our eyes and our neck but that doesn't mean we don’t give a heck.
We are who we are and we want to learn but instead they give us books we can’t
identify with but must struggle to read until our eyes burn.
Talk to us in terms we understand so we can show our ability to truly comprehend.
Give us tests that talks about things I know and love not things that make me shrug.
For instance instead of saying “One day Johnny and Jimmy went to the store and bought apple seeds to plant in the lovely garden they needed 5 bags of seeds each bag cost 6 dollars how much do they have to pay?”
Instead they need to use “Bonquisha went online to buy some Brazilian for her sew in in total she needs 6 bags of 22 in each bag cost 5 dollars how much does Bonquisha need to pay get her hair done.
Why do we need this type of structure? Because kids attention span is short when it comes to math.
You teachers need to learn how to lead us down the right path.
I'm doing this writing because we should be your priority.
We as African Americans are the educated minority.
Does The Most Educated Own The Floor?
Miracle Man
4-21-2023
Some Dr. visits are packed with good news,
on other days seems it’s crammed with bad.
At times I’ve questioned some Doctor’s views,
and It never failed in making them mad.
They’re skilled in their field as I was in mine,
neither as proficient as a high wire rope dancer.
Answering questions too quickly births a whine,
but the longer a question the shorter my answer.
Had three appt’s this week,
Can you tell?
Tom
Educated for a world gone by
What can Plato teach me about AI
So too, Galileo's telescope's in trouble
James R. Webb's far surpasses even Hubble's
It's nice that I read Latin and Greek, I suppose
But if I'd a known, it's Chinese and Urdu I'd have chose
A monster Sperry-Univac did the job back in the day
But a tiny device runs rings around it today
All those long, romantic letters I'd write
Today whipped out in 30 characters of delight
Yes, I was educated for a world gone by
Yet one question hasn't changed ~ Why?!
Educated,
We all bear on our souls,
Understanding,
About this world's ephemeral nature
And work hence,
Towards making of our stay upon her soils,
One worthy of being remembered!
Educated,
We all ride upon the rivers of humility,
Well aware that arrogance is merely
A weapon of the devil
And that adorned with its wings,
We shall end up at the beginning of it all,
While the end keeps twinkling its own
Sign, desperately wanting us to notice it!
Educated,
We see the world as needing us more
Than we needing it
And we thereby we become selfless
Happily putting in our hands into kneading dough
So as to give to the world
A smile upon its face
And since charity begins at home,
Then, we understand that our old and worn
Parents are not there merely to fill up our pockets
Or our mouths
But since their duties towards us have been completed,
Time rings its bell for us, to signal us that we are
To return to them their favors!
Educated
Why,
Educated,
We sprinkle magic everywhere we set our feet
And watch lilies and roses sprout
As abundantly as would life itself
Upon a world which shall never belong to any of us!
12.30.2021
(For the Lack of anything else to call it)
Educated Nonsense
I’d run but I’m so very tired of running.
I'd fall but I'm already on the ground.
I'd like to gain what seems so unattainable;
I'm looking for what already has been found.
I'm an idiot on a box of powder,
That at any given moment may go off.
I'm a cultured pig within a cultured pigpen;
Eating corn from out a cultured trough.
I sing a garbled song of wealth and power.
I recite a tangled verse of greed and pride.
I can stand for anything that can be stood for;
And in every single verse and line I've lied.
I'm a clown making lots of funny faces.
I'm a kid buying masks for Halloween.
I'm a tin man in a silver plated garden;
Hissing curses at everything unclean.
I'm a fat-cat getting rich at penny-ante.
I'm a women's libber screaming to be free.
I'm every tin and plastic silly person;
In this world, nation and society.
President Roosevelt once said, " In Politics nothing happens by accident. If it happens you can believe it was planned that way!"
Nothing ever changes......
If we were dealing with the law of average at least one fourth of the world events that affect us should be good for America?
If we attribute happenings to mere incompetence our Political leaders should eventually make a mistake in our favor!
But. . . . Nothing ever changes.....Why?
contest: Politically Educated, Dana Smith
Submitted by Judy Konos