Best Researchers Poems
The Nutrition symposia is on,
From fifth to eighth December twenty eighteen,
Morning eight to evening five fifteen,
At the top floor of hotel Sheraton.
Each day, there will be three sittings,
Two in the morning and one after lunch,
Post meetings, enjoy our distinct entertainment bunch,
Poetrysoup please! Join us with proceedings.
The topic of discussion is diseases of small intestine,
Interested scientists, doctors and researchers,
Enroll with latest abstracts, articles and papers,
At [email protected], on or before October nine.
The researchers say, wandering mind is sign of unhappiness,
Should I conclude by writing that poets are unhappy people on earth?
But without them world may not know what real happiness means,
They are true reflectors of happenings around us, are they not?
A poet takes you from real to ideal world
A world where people may peacefully dwell
Where heart attains purity of thoughts
And mind reaches its zenith unsullied
A picturesque world that eludes
Relations that pester our present
Norms that sets unprecedented limits
Poet undertakes everything with courage.
Stop complaining about their existence
They congregate situation with thousand dimensions
They confirm with valor, the melting hearts
They leave you to ponder unseen paths.
In ivory towers, oblivious reigns,
Blind to the weight of scholarly chains,
Reports unread, insights ignored,
The fruits of labour, rashly scored.
Heads turn away from midnight oil,
Unseeing depths of earnest toil,
Quality dismissed with careless ease,
As if research grew on trees.
Passion exploited, dedication scorned,
Complexity of thought, summarily shorn,
"Just another paper," they decree,
Failing to grasp what they can't see.
Understanding falters at the gate,
Where ignorance sits in high estate,
Dismissing years of careful thought,
As if such work was dearly bought.
In halls of power, a tragic play,
Where value's judged by yesterday,
And those who push the bounds of knowing,
Find recognition never growing.
O, the irony of learned spaces,
Where wisdom often hides its traces,
And those entrusted with the helm,
Fail to fathom their realm.
Scientist Anthony Chavez vanished without a trace
Then a key aide vanished who worked at the same place,
Chavez was last seen walking away from his home
Didn't take his keys, his wallet, or his phone.
Melissa Cassias was last seen walking in New Mexico,
Said she'd work from home, but one thing we know:
She walked miles away from where she said she'd be,
No wallet, no cell phone, left behind her key.
Her phones were wiped clean, found in her home.
Any clues that were on them now can't be known.
Monica Reza hiked with friends in a mountain scene.
Then vanished off the earth like she'd never been..
She was creating a metal for missiles, valuable and new
overseen by Will McCasland, who, you guessed it, vanished too.
Will began walking, just with boots and a gun,
But left his glasses—nowhere to run.
No phone, no trail, no word, no sign,
Just another name in this darkening line.
Carl Grillmair was shot on his porch, 6:00 AM
Another scientist dead, there are more, count them
Who can solve this twilight zone?
Researchers go on a last walk into the unknown
Are they dead or in some foreign state?
Secrets extracted, such a dismal fate.
This may be America, but one thing is sure
Look over your shoulder, you are not secure.
they’ve found it,
the little bastard,
the switch inside us all
that ticks down like a
bomb.
they call it discovery,
a holy grail
in a white lab coat.
the headlines say,
we can stop the body
from rusting,
from falling apart,
from dying.
but don’t get too happy—
it’s not for you,
or me,
or the kid coughing
on a hospital bed,
his mother counting
change in a paper cup
by the soda machine.
the poor won’t see it,
they never do.
the miracle pill,
the nano cure,
the second life—
all locked in a vault
of stock options and patents.
we’ll keep aging
in dirty apartments,
while the rich buy time
like it’s whiskey
at the corner bar.