Best Eggheads Poems

COVENANT

The mourning of lost souls 
The treachery of natural disaster
Brings us before God to ask are we forsaken.
To adjust to ways and will of a greater source,
We go into an intellectual setting to form mentality,
Our voices, we feel, are the only key factors in overcoming...

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GOODLUCK

Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll, 
Our feeble lord enforced by pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes) 
On congruent grounds of pain we forced him, though we hated his coterie. 
Disappointed, we wail waiting surrogate to lead to unending journey...

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Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck, 
many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck 
heston (now a shooting star occasionally visiting Earth from celestial vault) 
   who fired undulation, imagination, and ballistic adulation 
  ...

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Login’s For Me, Me, Me!

Some carers are shite, debasing and all that, not fit, 
Because just when I’m speeding to end my session, 
When they’ve come in on another patronising visit, 
They come over, bend down and adjust their vision. 

So I growl in a...

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his heraldic crest 
a donger and yarbles rampant 
upon a field of clover
it was a stone slab of course
donated by a few eggheads in exile
his best friends were his orgasms
shall we redefine the human condition
my guru continued you are tied to your weenie
with many rivers...

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For Charley, I write a char-lay
a piece with extra twist bar none.
Dull thought laid aside for a day 
shar-penning a lay just for fun.

When it comes to how words are spun, 
some eggheads plain don't want to play.
Soft-shell poets away they run 
unafraid of eggs...

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From blank screen to logorrhea, I write with confused adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
I admittedly self plagiarize and quite aware
aforementioned amalgamated, conglomerated, 
fabricated, jerry rigged, and organized 
eye gripping titled
poem already aired a year plus ago,
though revisiting said theme
downplayed now as thoughts blare,

though similarly filched content
(pertaining to...

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Born in the last decade of the old regime
Born a twain year before our unity to bear
All the flourishing devoid credos and pro-
phecies that foresaw our dark current futures
Possessed by omens and the Serpent’s seeds
Of rebellion bad tidings from anyplace
Were dropping and chances dwindle. In...

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They copied but we xerox
Our forefathers wrote letters,
Youngsters e-mail
Women were disheveled, disarmed,
Girls model, parlour, potter
Females rinsed,
Eves today mix, swish, swash,
Sagacious scholars counted on fingers,
eggheads now compute them
Birthdays were forgotten,
Today grand celebrations, cheer, spank
Dhotis, kurtas, sarees, blouses prevailed
Now Jeans and Tops , Mobiles and Masterminds
Distance conquered,...

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                                *******
                    Baseball,we miss games
       ...

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I do not care making a living donning a dirty coverall
if it earns me more trips to the mall.

Whether it's newly minted or has changed hands many times,
a dime will still be worth a dime.

I am not impressed by people owning university degrees
because hey, I,...

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From Blank Screen To Logorrhea, I Write With Confused Adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
aforementioned conglomerated eye gripping titled,
poem already aired
though revisiting said theme
downplayed as thoughts blare
though similar content
invariably communicated,
sans trademark Pi Seine fishtail career
as applies to other questions.

This chap asks himself,
an immense task I dare
unleash unbounded kickstarting...

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Sabati was eight years old on the day
that his grandfather told him to sit down,
there was a story that he had to share,
that he was finally old enough now.

Sabati looked up to Grandpa Kaahbli,
had heard from rumors he fought in the wars,
even had met the...

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GOODLUCK 

Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll,
Oozing pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes) 
On congruent grounds we let him, though we hated his coterie.
Disappointed, we wail, waiting substitute to end the reign of quack 
Lacklustre, insipid and a pervading naivety....

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Sharp pains,
Bleeding of the heart,
Thought that separates,
Disguised in attitude,
Shown to students.
'Tolerance'
Am I to tolerate?
Just because he is a lecturer,
eggheads or book masters,
Mean or crooked,
A church goer or 
A mosque goer.
Because I am Christian,
I am indoctrinate with a slice of humanity's paradox,
"When you tolerate you hold...

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