Best Lecturing Poems

The whole day, my mind was blossoming,
Keeping me busy with humming and chuckling.
Though the sky was raining, couldn’t upset my spirit,
I was struggling myself to ponder on what the professor was saying…
Where was the meaning of ‘Metaphysical love’ remaining?

He was lecturing on ‘John Donne’,
But I...

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Do you know what grinds my gears?
Its been building in me for a few years.
People driving and texting, just letting their mind linger.
They almost hit me, then cut me off, then give me the finger. 

Then the teacher tells everyone not to text during class.
She...

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I was a city born and city bred young fellow,
whose shoes had mostly only touched concrete and tar.
Oh yes I had seen grass, but out on a footy ground
and my entertainment was drinking at a nightclub bar.

As a city bred young bloke I had never...

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Did you tire of one President's lecturing and preaching?
Do you cringe at another's tweets, his lechery and "leechering?"

Then as George W Bush Jr's term fades from the annals of recency
Let us recall the stirring words of this man of abiding decency

"Junior" as the USA's President...

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What Actually is School?

The Education Act 1996 (UK) defines a pupil as someone “for whom education is being provided at a school,” and as a person under 19, seeing a school as an educational institution outside further or higher education. I think more pupil needs...

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If I walk across scolding coals, does that make me unstoppable
If I steal metaphors, does that make me a mastermind UN-robbable?
That's improbable, but it's not impossible for the phenomenal,
Call me Skitzo, I'll shatter monk monastery windows, that's illogical

With unimaginable skills, imagery on the metaphorical canvas...

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I chose  
I could’ve been
A homebound hermit,
Hypnotized by the hum
And hue,
Of a high-tech 
HD computer screen.
A slave 
To the
Rhythmic rap
Of 
Clicking keys;
Depriving me 
Of much 
Needed rest.
I’d Search 
For Love 
And friendship 
In a network 
Of strangers,
Oblivious to 
The world 
Outside.

I would’ve
Made a great...

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How was school today?

Fine.

Did you learn anything important?

Maybe. I'm not sure yet.

Really? What are you considering?

We talked about Howard Odum's natural trinity
of altruism.

Maybe I skipped that day
way back in premillennial times
before Permaculture Design had taken over deep learning development.
Who is Howard Odum
and how does his...

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He had sleepless dreams ....

Admiring trillions of Indians, he rose like a rose with colours of valour
Born in Rameshwaram village, to Jainulabdeen a poor boat owner.
Dreamt of changing the world with his venerated ardour 
Using reason, motivation, intention and fervour
Learning and teaching he spent his...

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***I KNOW IT'S LONG...please don't tell me to shorten my poems or songs because I'm expressing myself through poetry. Thank you ahead of time. I did write concise poems. Check those haikus I wrote on this site. Go for it if you like short and...

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Though tempest's foaming deep swells far from land 
and restless waves should buffet his small boat,
the Captain at the wheel with steady hand 
trusts Providence to keep the crew afloat.
A Shepherd finds green pastures for his flock 
protecting them that they may safely dwell 
and...

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[This poem 'No God Of  Mine' was seemingly confounding readers as
to its meaning. Ordinarily, if I felt a poem wasn't  cutting it, I'd delete
it, but on this occasion, I've been asked to explain it... so here goes.]


By way of prologue, the picture is indicative of a discovered...

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"Azure Vistas"

Azure vistas presented themselves to me
rolling inwards the clouds like tumbleweeds
mercilessly bump fallen angels off the map
like torrents of rain falling petulantly on blunt contracts

I glimpsed the sweet refrain of a resurrection
swift upon a storm of golden rays 
the bare feet of new tongues...

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i remember well the name of my 11th grade English
teacher---
Ms. Tominson,
who had been rumored to have given
some of her students
********, during the time when she wasn’t lecturing on
Shakespeare---
perhaps it was the passion in her that
let her go wild after hours,
drinking with her teen pupils &
then...

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To speak a truthful opinion correctly dressed
attacked by false faces clearly visible hate
trying to shut down facts crying victim's
Judgemental liars falsely claiming right's
let's look into your heart and see who pulls the strings
Firstly you support human sacrifice
from there on in everything uttered is cornered
becoming a...

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