Best Educates Poems
**Back smile/smile Back **
With your heads way up your :]ssa[:
You will never accomplish the win
I got shots that will protect me from your rabid ways
After you fell into a non-stop falling disease,
Your movements weakened
Straight from a dried up well,
Every day you frolic in a disorder that causes more brain damage
With progressive mental retardation
You continue to lick the top of your cleft lips
He is the saddest sadist human that ever lived!
So sad he has to live with himself every night
Kissing his young ones Goodnight
In ways I can't even breathe to tell
The way he follows rabbits down the bunny hole
Killing each laughing hare
Wiping smiles, leaning in,
The madness in Alice's Wonderland
Madder and Madder The Hatter
Revealing
Your boldness is nothing more than baldness
A man in a monkey suit
Molesting the minds of his idiotic circle,
Trying to kill the joy, not knowing
We don't care about his false Harvard WAY
I rather stay here dropping out, than pretending
Following his made-up perception, a cropped out waste
His taste, my best copypaste, he jacked on
A stench, they left behind when open mouths laugh
He educates by attacking women better than his own
Silently to the top of his knife, he stalks nakedly
Removing a few poems he plagiarized
His Poorness, brought many to donate to the salvation of his army
Sadness Delivered by the Joy Killing Poet and his little pigs
Cross My heart and hope to die!!!
~SKAT~
A candle burns deep, in core of every soul,
A sacred flame, an ethereal halo of intellect,
A guide heavenly, a mystique that educates,
Defying overtures of egotism and pettiness,
A beacon of wisdom beaming rays eternal
On passage to liberty that was always there
Yet, elusive to arrogance and ignorance,
Mired in obscurities and misguided fallacies.
Soul never rests, sailing vast oceans of life,
Whether upon apex or troughs of tides
Vying shores spiritual, buoying endearment,
Inviting apathy and hubris to temple of solace
Delivering words of sermon compassionate,
Teaching of awakening and enlightenment,
Liberating from beliefs narrowly defined
Toward empathy, enriching hearts, and minds,
Transcending to rebirth of happiness divine,
In harmony with salvation, an epic realization,
An epiphany heard through angelic citations
Emanating from influences beyond transitory,
Forever missives of attainment and peace,
Embracing serenity of solitude, clarity of being,
Achieving bliss of cohesion and congruity,
Set free beyond bounds of mundane, ordinary,
Attaining divinity in realm of humanity.
If slavery was a choice, as some have agreed, then what are we?
If watching your father and mother endure rape or murder was a choice,
Then why do we sit on idle hands, while Trump eradicates our posterity’s opportunities,
As if they were written in sand?
If not being able to read was a choice,
Then why do you go to the PlayStation in a rush
while your library card collects dust?
Even a Ward educates themselves,
Even the eunuch Greyjoy developed the courage to stand against evil.
In the midst of upheaval, one mustn’t look through a straw while planning the future.
The sagacious knows fighting must be eschewed when only death is in thy terms.
Allah heard their suffering, but sometimes the way out is through.
They didn’t endure out of docility or obsequiousness,
But out of discernment and sagacity.
The desolate doesn’t become prosperous by exclaiming tumultuous absurdities,
But by embodying opulent minds.
Go back to the mother, which is the way, and endure the storm,
While being metamorphic in form.
You see, my Kings and Queens,
The only choice they made was to give their posterity a fighting chance,
To gather strength while the usurpers wane and start to underestimate.
We must pick up the quill and write our own fates,
No more brooding or carping about what Donny Thrump is doing.
One man’s decisions determine another man’s life,
As much as a drought challenges the land.
Yet, life, like the Way, will always find a path to flourish,
Forevermore permeating even the harshest conditions.
We must stop talking about what great leaders and men should be,
And become Great Men and Assiduous Leaders.
We were the first great civilization and shall act as such.
Lead with grace,
Strike with prudence,
Read great books that enrich the mind,
Treat each other with unyielding reverence,
Because we each carry a piece of the divine.
I am that I am, and I am my brother's keeper.
You spoil the air by burning fossil fuel
By absorbing odors, trees help to level
You inhale fresh air
To this, trees provide a lions’ share
You exhale exhaust of the body
Which the trees take into custody
Trees inhale the pollutant
And exhale oxygen that you want
Every life lives with the breath
Mother Earth also follows this path
Human lungs that do this are worth
Trees do this, as lungs of the Earth!
Above poem is from “EAGLE EDUCATES ENDURANCE! AND OTHER POEMS ON NATURE ” by Mr.V.Muthu manickam. Copyright is held by V.Muthu manickam
THE "BULLY" HAS "BULLIED THE F.B.I....CIA...THE DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION THAT EDUCATES ALL "AMERICANS"SO THAT "AMERICA" CAN STAY" ON "TOP",AND NOT DECLINE OR DECAY"! THE "BULLY",ALSO HAS "BULLIED""THE N.S.A. WHO IS THAT UNEDUCATED "BULLY" WHO WILL NOT OBEY REASON ,AND "LOGIC"? THAT STUPID BULLY BULLY WILL PAY "HIS OR HER FAIR SHARE OF "TAXES"!!!! THE BULLY HAS "BULLIED "THE H.L.S.A. AND SAID THEY WILL GET NO PAY,FOR THE WORK THAT THEY DO FOR THE U.S.A.! PLEASE DO NOT LET YOUR CHILDREN GROW UP TO BE A "BULLY"!!!!!THE BULLY WANTS HIS OR HER WAY,AND DOES NOT CARE WHO HE OR SHE HURTS EVERY NIGHT ,AND EVERYDAY!!!!WHO IS THAT "NO GOOD FOR NOTHING "BULLY"?IS HE OR SHE IN,AND AT SCHOOL? WHO IS THAT NO GOOD FOR NOTHING "BULLY"? WE REALIZE AND KNOW WHO HE OR SHE IS!!! WE SOLVED THE PROBLEM AS TO WHOM THE BULLY IS WHEN WE WERE LITTLE KIDS!! WHO BULLIED "THE I.R.S.? WHO IS IN "THE SON OF PERDITION",AND IS AFRAID TO EAT FOOD THAT COMES FROM HIS OWN "KICTHEN'"? THE ABUSIVE "BULLY" IS ALWAYS TAKEN AWAY TO HIS OR HER HOME"IN HELL"WHERE THEIR SPIRIT IN "ETERNITY" WILL DWELL "FOREVER"!BE HAPPY ,AND INCREASE "TAXES' ON "THE RICHEST' OF THE "RICH"WHILE YOU HAVE "POWER" TO DO THIS "!!! BE A BULLY IN THIS,AND THAT WILL BE GOOD FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY TOO!!!IT IS A "GOOD THING TO HELP "THE POOR" WHEN YOU ARE IN CHARGE,AND EVEN IF YOU SUFFER ANYKIND OF LOSS YOU WILL BE REGUARDED AS A PERSON WHO "USED HIS OR HER "BULLY PULPIT" TO DO "GOOD"!!!! MY SAYING IS WHEN I CAN DO "GOOD" I WILL"!!!!WHEN I "LEARN" I MUST TEACH"! WHEN I "GET" I MUST GIVE"! THIS IS "THE "BULLY PULPIT"!!! BULLY TO GET THINGS RIGHT FOR THE "MAJORITY OF THE PEOPLE WHO ELECT POLITICAL LEADERS WHO WORK TO MAKE "DEMOCRACY' CONTINUE TO BE!!! SYRIA IS "DEAD"BECAUSE THE LEADER OF SYRIA DID NOT HAVE "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY ON HIS SIDE! THEY NEED TO READ PSALMS 100 VERSE1-5 HOLY BIBLE!!!!
This is where black breaks open into bright bleeding feeling
as souls suffer the fire of flesh to enter arena Earth screaming
searching the ether for Adam and Eve's answer to forbidden fever
while angels wear snake skins of war to remember the carnage of this theater
and demons adorn their horns with the rose thorns of newborns,
in the blue garden of aging Eden every breath has a burn, every flame forewarns
denuding knowledge of it's pretenses, unveiling appetites and their prices,
we begin to realize that the Great Mother is a killer as well as a provider for our vices
feeding us the fruits of fortune along with the fate of decay
building our bones, branding the brain, electrifying, crucifying and rectifying our clay,
she communicates, educates and fascinates with looks of lightning and sandy kisses
the Mistress of Lucifer and Christ, she supplies the wood, nails and rain for our wishes,
civilizations rage, rumble and crumble in the judgment of her storms
there's mud and rock for every foot of fury, a cave and castle for all who defy the norms,
in her imperial urn she will cremate your eyes in flames of crude oil
baptise hearts in pools of rose water filtered through eons of soul soil,
her gravity will grind you to the ground where grief grafts prayers from tears,
in the sanskrit of sunrises she will summon songs that give your love ears,
this cradle and cataclysm of her erratic elements is where hearts are born and buried,
Earth, a womb and tomb of ancient bloom, oasis in eternal space where life is carried -
J.A.B.
Glittering was the evening Sun’s face Glided down unto the level of my surface
Wobbled were the waves of the ocean Rays reflected by the waves, for a reason
Water level was on the declining trend Enticing beauty of the scene was grand
Decline of water was at a high pace I could gaze the clear view of the space
Eventually exterminated was the sea, In a short time you may take for a tea!
Sacredly sailing was the setting Sun Though the whole drama indeed, is a fun,
As the emptied water was packed in a bottle And as if I drunk the sea, in a magic battle!
Above Poem was adapted from the eBook "Eagle Educates Endurance and Other Poems on Nature" authored by Mr.V.Muthu manickam. Copyrights reserved!
A Poet Masterfully weaves His words
He mixed them with rhyme and rhythm
And expresses them in great depth of reason
Beauty and Excellency is the aim of the Poet
His piece is an expression of a divine perfection
It is rendered in a way that arouses affection
The Poet spit-out words instead of paint
The poet string words instead of bead
The Poet weaves words instead of thread
A Poet evokes our thoughts and calls us to reason
A Poet enlightens and draws inspiration
A Poet educates and arouses aspiration
The audience is his cosmos
Upon whom the piece is to have an impact
Stirred and deeply affected by his language and art
God is the Master Poet
The Poet and His Poem are in affinity
The Poet’s Piece is a product of divinity
The Poem of God is not buried underground
The Piece of God is not concealed in a book
The work of God is not hid under a nook
The Poem of God is read and recited
It is distinctly seen and apprehended
It is discreetly felt and comprehended
This Poem is the Poet’s most magnificent Masterpiece
We are the divine masterpiece of God’s glory
Publishing the Good News of His Greatest story
Our life is a classic and inspiring Poem
A perfect and a breathtaking work of creation
Yet, this Poem is under a divine construction
For we are His Poem, engrossed in Christ Jesus for good works,
Which God imagine and design that we should divinely express them- Eph 2:10 [The Poet’s Preachers Version]
Valley was vast
View was the best
Sun was about to set
For prey, birds search to get
Breeze was pleasant
Passers were complacent
Boys bath at a pool
Crows fight like a fool
Sun became a lamp
Returning home were lamb
Distantly heard was melody
Thick forest was woody
Sun surges to set
Self was easy to forget
This thought, surely shall last
As I was lovingly lost!
Above poem is adapted from the eBook “EAGLE EDUCATES ENDURANCE! AND OTHER POEMS ON NATURE ” by Mr.V.Muthu manickam. Copyright is held by V.Muthu manickam.
The slave master is still taking care of your children
He still houses (Section 8) them
He still feeds (Food Stamp) them
He still has health care (Medicaid) for them
He still educates (Affirmative Action) them
He still robs (Cheap Labor) them
He still kills (Police Brutality) them
When are going to take care of your own children
Slave Dad
I wither away writhing with protest
As I toss the option to liquidate my hate
Paralyzed more often than just depressed
A language not meant to nimbly translate
As I toss the option to liquidate my hate
The richest pain begins to harvest
A language not meant to nimbly translate
While vile sadness rapes my inner sadist
The richest pain begins to harvest
Shrouded deeply in my darkest trait
While vile sadness rapes my inner sadist
Leaving it baron in its rawest state
Shrouded deeply in my darkest trait
Numbness freezes my flow of interest
Leaving it baron in its rawest state
Casual indifference is delivered unbiased
Numbness freezes my flow of interest
Prompting my defunct deflated gait
Casual indifference is delivered unbiased
When calloused logic educates the debate
Prompting my defunct deflated gait
Paralyzed more often than just depressed
When calloused logic educates the debate
I wither away writhing with protest
--4/10/2017--
Choose A Topic: Depression and Sadness
It's when aristocracy begins to feel like a mid-uphill battle
It's when the armageddon features evil on both sides
and,
the good are speculating from the auditorium
It's when a 10year old is ducking depleted uranium in Benghazi
It's the bicentennial brainwash that is rapidly depopulating the black community,
It's the fake pastors leading the blind
It's the bloodshed in Raqqa that features berserk jihadists
It's the human traffickings increasing the traffic on the offramp to hell
It's that uno blunder that results in millions bearing a thunder
It's the bogeyman in a tuxedo you voted for stealing away dreams that he sold you.
It's when your future is decided in a one page boustrophedon
It's the bushveld your forefathers were massacred for that you don't have the papers to occupy that continues enriching the man you're working for
Another piece of land sold!
It can't be a rainbow nation with a camouflaged sincerity shaking hands with the devil that's pleading for your votes momentarily
It's another puppet in the whitehouse raising hell and forfeiting heaven.
I had to analyze it properly to see who the "holy bible" really benefits
It's the difference between a peacekeeper and a peacemaker,
It takes peace being present to keep it but little children are starving and homeless because of an American airstrike claiming to fight terrorism that they birthed
It's being an illegal human being because that's the true definition of an African American,
It's the young teenager popping xanax for a deadbeat euphoria
It's the disintegrated city of Mosul and obliterated future for millions of infants
When evil is an obligation they program your mind into denying intuition
It's all about control!
It's an Mk ultra anniversary
It's the disinclination to grant you freedom
Because you can't be free if you aren't a free thinker
It's the trend they sponsor that further demoralizes the black youth that you see your idols promoting
It's the creative freedom you lose once you become a marketing plan.
It's the literature they don't promote the reason you think this is too long to read that actually educates you
I'm offering you this disillusion to share with those in the same dungeon of thought you just escaped from after reading this.
Peace!
See the birds, migrating to long distance To plan for a life time instance
To breed and to feed the newborn As if they have sworn
In the healthy atmosphere of the world Against every odd, as bold
To lay a healthy foundation, for the next generation After adhering to all precaution
Mankind does not do such novel plan For the welfare of the next clan
Lady delivers child wherever she live Child struggles to strive and to survive
Mankind does not take serious care Concern for the future, became rare
Rather, mostly very casual Though this trend is now usual
Lessons to learn from birds are ample As birds are better to people!
Above poem is adapted from the eBook “EAGLE EDUCATES ENDURANCE! AND OTHER POEMS ON NATURE ” by Mr.V.Muthu manickam. Copyright is held by V.Muthu manickam.
Hold on your horses!
Did you just say that women can't?
Did I hear you say that they are inferior?
Or did you just call them household helpers?
Gone are the days when women did nothing,
Gone are them days when housewives was their career,
Gone is the era when their existence was to please men,
Gone is the slogan that women can do what men tell them to.
Women can make earth a better place even better,
Look what Joyce Banda did,a greatest leader of all times,
Take a look at Winnie Madkizela,a greatest force in Anti-Apartheid,
Look at what Ellen Johnson Sirleaf did,isn't it credit-worthy?
We need more Maya Angelous in poetry,
We need more Chimamandas in literary works,
We need more females who can think freely and talk their minds,
We need a generation where women's voices will be heard.
This will come to pass if only we embrace change,
This will only happen if we decolonize our minds from male chauvinism,
And this will begin from empowering our sisters,
For one that educates a girl educates a community.
©Poet Igweee
perspective
of my pa
different
than my own
eye to eye
we deviate
still
he educates
i don’t learn
anything
except
to listen
to love
to hear
his heartbeat
to joy
always
there’s olives
in his glass
i can hear
the daily
missives
of his martini
speaking
in gentle
low tones
even
his feistiness
is controlled
grief
brought us
together
his goblet
of tears
his plea
“Tell me
she’s somewhere…”
two butterflies
their wing-sets
flapping
as he retrieved
his mail
broken glass
like a
broken heart
on his birthday
their birthdays
a solid shelf
fell
shattering
James Kent
teacups
signs all here
perspective
of my pa
different
than my own
eye to eye
we deviate
3/28/2023
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