Best Universities Poems
My favorite President is yet to be
He may well not go down in history
For he'll do what really needs to be done
Antagonizing almost everyone under the sun
First he'll fix Social Security; it's running short of cash
Upping retirement age to 68, a move the 'swamp' will call rash
Then he'll crack down on Medicare/Medicaid fraud and crime
Infuriating the clout-heavy cheaters in America's medicinal slime
Next he'll free up school choice for the poor, not just the rich
More vouchers and charter schools: teachers unions will yell and beech
He'll clean up the ghettos, bust up the gangs, and load up the jails
Violent felons and their Park Avenue backers will want him impaled
He'll break the stranglehold on free speech and inquiry in universities
Big-tech CEO's will squirm, when he ends their totalitarian strip-tease
He'll repair the military, building the strongest defense ever
Daring China and Russia to come get us -- They won't; they're too clever
He'll veto delusionary pork projects which taxpayers can't afford
Boosting old-fashioned 'capitalism' -- for that he will not be adored
As for climate change, he'll pressure China, India and the other slackers
To reign in their CO2 abuse, while the world calls him a bully and hacker
Truth is, my favorite President-to-be will probably never get elected
And if somehow he does, I hope from angry mobs he'll be protected
~ Inspired by, but not an entry in L. Milton Hankins'
'Your Favorite President Contest' ~
Broken England
By Steven Cooke
My Brave ancestors of England,
Look away, for I offend thee.
For your England is no more.
Decay eats away at this fallen empire.
Your people divided,
Its laws weakened by Europe’s power.
Its leadership, protecting the few.
The fresh air of your Country gone,
Only the stench of anarchy remains
Heroes of The Somme look away for I offend thee.
Stock Market Parasites, take without producing
Corporations overwhelm, the weak,
Without paying their due.
Their off shore havens digest the life blood of this once great nation,
Leaving the scraps of minimum wage for the masses to beg.
The dead of Pashendale look away for I offend thee.
Government legislate to keep us in bondage to 66
Over the hill at 50, to wonder the dole queues
Youth denied education,
Universities at a price,
Qualifications for the chosen few,
Unemployment, for the poor.
Our brothers of Gallipoli look away for I offend thee.
Our Cities are in pain.
Hopeless lives, with hopeless dreams,
Hopeless choices, drugs, crime,
Or silence behind closed doors.
Babies born to fail,
Children, exposed to depression and chips.
The ghosts of Arnhem look away for I offend thee.
A voice in the darkness, shouts its rage
The iron curtain of youth descends on England
This is no Lennon revolution,
This is youth with no future, abandoned by government
No rules here to obey, No Civic pride,
No sense of History, no Country to protect
The Saviours of Goose green look away for I offend thee
But fat cats beware, for there is a dream,
That cannot be bought.
A warning from history.
A country cannot go forward,
Without learning from the past.
Your greed will self destruct
Your Paradise a lie
For a Dangerous wind now blows,
And common sense, will fail.
For England is Broken,
And life will never be the same,
In England’s green and pleasant land.
Now It is my turn to look away,
for you see this offends me too.
Respect in uniform
A man with respect
Major Oliver O. Howard
One of the US Armies best
A courageous soldier
With an order to follow
Dis-quell the Indian Wars
So there be peace tomorrow
Born in Maine
His dad died when he was nine
But this little boy
Turned out oh so fine
At nineteen, he graduated
A young man, already well rated
1854 Military pass
This bright young man, 4th in his class
Time advances to the Indian Wars
To do his duties, soldier sworn
To quell the fighting, peace be ours
Chief Joseph and the Indian colors
His task achieved, tho Indian losses
Orders he served, from Washington's bosses
Chief Joseph, from his lands he was moved
To Oklahoma, situation defused
1894 the retirement of he
Major General what he rose to be
Universities and College named in his name
This quite amazing soldier of Military Fame
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/native-americans.php
" When i heard about this gentleman, it desired me to write. Unknown to me he has actually
been in the historical background of one of my poems, and an ancestor of one of our poets "
I watched as Johnny was handed a uniform
Saw him trained him to kill, in a regiment conform
Marched by his side in Vietnam jungles warm
There was little regard to how war did us harm
By parachute dropped to a ghastly death scene
Johnny ached for the life left behind, so serene
His family, fiancé did not know what war means
Especially the haunting of lost children's screams
No ticker-tape parades, no welcome for us then
We were scorned as monsters, baby-killing men
Jeers from protestors and an uncaring government
Greeted the lonely Vietnam Veteran
No accolades received from a nation displeased
But we had not asked to be sent overseas
The rich sent their sons to universities
For families with wealth dodging the draft was a breeze
The "benefits" we found would astound all now
Homeless Vietnam vets still dwell amongst the crowd
And it leaves one to wonder how our hallowed ground
Could have so many unnamed graves of men once proud
I still see vets suffering disgraceful neglect
To say Vietnam wasn’t “war” shows no respect
by Carolyn Devonshire
for Miranda Lambert's "World of War: Vietnam" contest
We're in the foothills of another civil war.
The divide between left and right is burning and widening.
They have we the people, distracted and divided.
What's right is wrong, what's wrong is right.
Peace undermined by rich squeaky mice
The silent behemoth of indifference.
The bent, dormant scales of justice.
The uneven eye of the media leviathan.
Universities raping our children's minds.
Impregnated with Stalin, Lenin, Putin, and Xi's dirty seeds.
What's right is wrong, what's wrong is right.
Slapping Lady Liberty in the mouth
with metal tongs of intolerance.
Cutting out tongues of free speech-
of religion-of differing opinion
The socialist/commies and pacifists wonder why
we the people dream upon high-caliber nights.
It's because mad clowns and liberty cleavers
are running amok in the government.
The elite and naive are emptying jails onto our streets.
Rabid dogs are defiling peace, warping our history.
Useful idiots are slicing the stars from old glory.
Always burning and cutting and reaping and running.
Never sitting-talking-loving -discussing-seeding.
The entitled and elite sitting smug in gated communities.
The war eagles are quickly awakening as arrogance sleeps.
Well oh well were do I begin. When I was three and half they put me in the news
paper for autism but during that time it was called development delay. One in every 45
kids have autism to date. My mom still question to today why was I first in the program
to be put
in the news paper. What the doctor told my mom was one day in my twenties he will
surpass his classmate in learning. Well I went college and I was the worst student by the
end of graduate I was one of there best student. During take Trigonometric and
Precalculus
I did two assignment in 15 minutes which shock the entire tutor lab held by teacher they kept
informing me about universities.
In middle school I was a PPR helper kept thinking isn't this supposed be done by
high school students. And most importantly why was my name on the roster for
try out's for basketball. What I later learned was it is a difference between off a dribble
and screen pass shoot who knew. And why do the people in my city call me
Mr.Borgo I am
not that much older then them. And Ironic as it sound something I think about is that they lost
At state by three points.
Well to me if the nets don't twist up it like never went in. All I ask is
please tell me I'm Lying. Maybe I shouldn't went home bound. Who knew the future of
education would have a lot of autism kids. All I can say is Sony was one of my best friend
a child could ask for.
Holy06 The Ghost Was Here. Reedit sooner or later.
Important urgent day,
Time to enhance pay,
With long smile to stay,
Indeed we deserve medals.
No time again to cultivate,
With joy we receive certificate,
My dear’s comrades lets collaborate,
We are heroes in the battle field.
Happiness love and joy we share,
Suits, jeans and gown we were,
To miss by plan don’t dare,
Am happy with no say.
Welcome comrades from different universities,
Leaders and members of all parties,
Social science, agriculture and humanities,
Comrades lets join hands together.
Giving billions of pounds to banks that just squander
Sharing bonuses and gifts, as they internally launder
To Mr Cameron, an alleged Prime Minister for the people
You work for us, do your job right, climb our steeple
Currently in our workforce, there are ten million or more
Aged over fifty, by the score, by the score
Pay them all a million, let's call it severance pay
Retire them early, ten million jobs now in play
With their monies they must buy, a brand new fancy car
Ten million cars ordered, a motor industry to travel far
A house they must buy, or a mortgage to pay off
A dying housing crisis sorted, no builders will scoff
To their kids who have become idle, youthful travesty
No excuses now, to schools, college or universities
So many kids will be removed, no hanging about our streets
Education being their answer, crime fixed, the ultimate treat
Buying fuel for their new cars, purchasing a few bottles of wine
Their taxes and expenditure, will leave the economy fine
What the tax payer has laid out, as they internally launder
Whom we have voted in, do your job, we'll grow fonder
Adapted from an email I received at work today.
I live in a state shaped by glaciers long ago
In the middle of the heat, we want it to snow
The breadwinner of many homes is what we grow
Here comes another winter, around forty below
Watch out for black ice roads wherever you go
Summer is six months away, yep, don't ya know
Melting snow makes for one big old muddy hole
Changing seasons so often, a backcountry expo
Minnesota fearing Green Bay Packers on a roll
Wilderness found up north, catch it on a pole
Mississippi flowing to its west into the soul
Universities preparing us, system educational
Wisconsinites moving forward on our loam soil
Architectonics with Frank, ingenuity and toil
Hydroelectrical powered first on the Fox flow
Conservationists residing, protecting fallows
Sesquicentennials of livestock, corn in silos
Characteristically unique, breadbasket tempos
When I keep hearing this song so called "
South Africa supplied Russia munitions,"
I just laugh loudly ," Huh?Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!"
Political language is hard to understand
Than mathematics and physics
Reason why some universities
Professors
Turned puppets
Of some politicians.
Don't ever underestimate
Some politicians in politic games
Because they can drible you and
You turn to be
their body guards
With your universities qualifications.
There is no African country
Which has capacity
To supply munitions
to Russia even Ukrain.
If it was about
some foods,
drinks,
cocoas and
other fruits
I could accept because many
African countries always
supplied those stuffs
To so many European countries.
I know that Usa , France, Germany, China, England and Russia are the biggest supply
of munitions In Africa.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Birth: Cradle. Diapers. Mess. Cries.
First: Word. Step.
Sneezes. Doctor. Parents Doting Over. Brother/Sister...
Kindergarten: Swing. Toys. Daily Snoozes. Lunches.
School: Teachers. Marks. Principle and Misdemeanors.
Games. Yard. Ball. Tripping. Crutches. Bed.
Fights. Broken Nose. Blood. Makeups. Forgiveness.
Neighborhood. Friends. Hangouts. Drinks and Smokes.
Girls. Parties. Show off - Pretense. Kisses. Finally: Sex.
College: More Kisses. Sex. Spring. Winter. Summer.
Sessions. Tails. Beer. More Beer. Vodka. Gin with ice.
Coffee. Night Sessions. Finally Diploma.
Thereafter: Work. Love. Starry Sleepless Nights.
Unending Conversations. Proposal. Wedding. Marriage.
Mother In Law. Father In Law. Sudden Relatives.
Conversations. Advice How To Live. Trapped.
Quarrels. Clubs. Friends. Alcohol: Boy Nights.
Often Repeated.
Make ups. Birth. Cradle. Diapers. Mess. Cries.
First: Word. Step.
Sneezes. Doctor. Sleepless Nights.
Doting Over. Son/Daughter...
Possibly Repeated.
Stress. Mistress. Bed. Possibly Repeated.
Business. Money. Planning. Overspending.
Job: Overtimes At Work. Scheming For Advancement.
Finally Achieved. Jobless. Multiply Repeated.
Old Age. Grandson/Granddaughter.
Diapers. Cradle. Kindergartens. Schools.
Universities. Stress. Pressure.
“Grandparents: Help!” Possibly Repeated.
Retirement. Migraine. Glasses. Heart.
Kidneys. Lungs. Bones. Doctor. Bed.
Death. Speech. Coffin. Goodbye. Crying.
Brigham Young, the Mormon prophet
Pointed to the west; they crossed it
North, east, south, west sent colonies,
And has his name on universities.
Brigham Young, who led the Mormons after the assassination of their founding prophet Joseph Smith, led the Mormon Pioneers from "Winter Quarters" (a spot near what is now Omaha Nebraska) to what is now Salt lake City, Utah, then established colonies in most of the western states, south-western Canada, and northern Mexico. Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah, is the largest religious, and one of the largest private, universities in the USA, and has branches in Hawaii and Idaho. There is a monument in Washington DC to B.Y. for him being the great colonizer. Most groups that went west did so seeking gold or land, but didn't worry about those who followed. When the Mormons crossed, they widened mountain gaps, made maps, planted seeds, set up river crossings etc to make it easier for later groups to follow.
A constant murmur,
with bickering voices
and occasional shriek of glee.
All when I'm trying to revise,
down in the library.
[written in 1988 - do they still have libraries in universities?]
where are the voices of the churches in the midst of this economic uncertainty?
where are the spiritual leaders the moral compass of society?
it seems that since the Rev. Dr. M.L. King died so has the fight for social injustice
what I want to know is why the leaders of the church
seem to be sitting on the fence?
they seemed more concerned about building a new church
while their members are in a financial lurch
it's time to restart the movement by speaking truth to those in high positions
to let the Rebuplicans and Tea Party know it's not just them who can make decisions
we need to talk to our youth and tell them of what we've survived and endured
from slavery to the Depression now to this Recession that is closing down doors
they say they want smaller government when in actuality
they want to reduce the numbers of minorities getting decent salaries
for the government be it Fed, City or State is the largest employer
of the Black, Hispanic and Minority middle class structure
now they're going after the Unions trying to get rid of their collective bargaining tool
also reducing or cutting federal dollars to state universities and historic Black schools
how will our children ever be able to afford higher education?
connect the dots and see that it's a process of marketability elimination
WAKE UP MY PEOPLE why can't you see
what the Republicans are trying to do to the middle class families
so what are we waiting for? why have the churches not spoken out?
what are we waiting for? are the churches in denial and doubt?
it's time for the churches to step up to the plate
to speak out against what the Republicans are attempting to propagate
we now have an African-american man as President of this great land
yet the African-american church has yet to publically take a stand
we have not adminsihed those who belittle him and keep trying to take him down
we have not publically supported him nor have we made a sound
what are we waiting for? can't you see the writing on the wall?
if we don't act nor fight back we will all take the fall
what are we waiting for? it's time for the movement to restart
for us to be like the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther king Jr. we need to do out part
Ytb! Ytb! You understand we had a contract?
But what happened ytb?
You were such a savior to many,
A dream come true for many,
Why did you abandon us ytb?
We came to Turkey you were nowhere to be seen,
We thought you were busy but you are never free,
We looked for dormitories on our own,
Although you had promised to help,
The journey was like Winterfell at kings landing.
In the dorm, we meet angry and furious face,
You could think they were chasing dragons mother,
They gave us tea without sugar, cheese without bread,
We complained in murmuring voices like ants,
But they said “burasi turkiye”.
Ytb! Ytb! Why did you tell us before?
We went to the streets and avenues for fresh air,
But we meet, green, blue, red and brown eyes examiners,
Didn’t they ask how are u? No! No! they just asked,
Musluman misin? Nerelisin, turkiye neden geldi?
Of course, we didn’t have answers to that.
Ytb! Ytb! Our only pride was being at Tophane,
Where we meet a lovely lady called Gözde,
She was the only queen of the throne in our hearts,
She gave us hope, listening to us like john snows,
But we still waited to hear from you ytb.
The worst wasn’t over as soon as we left Tophane,
Be it in bus, train, or “vapur” we survived through suspicions,
Turkish men looked at us as if we were competitors in their small ecosystems,
They maneuvered like the Shannara chronicles with prying eyes,
Closing the gaps of their fangs as leopard crushing Zebras bones.
Ytb! Ytb! Did you know that the dorms we are leaving 4,5,6?
The smell, snoring and farting atmosphere creates ozone layers?
The “yurt mudurlar” are always praising how they offer world-class services?
Ytb! Ytb! What went wrong with “world-class experience” promises you gave us?
Anyway, we are still waiting for you our dear friends Ytb.
As I wrap up ytb, Istanbul is the best place to have your offices,
To help and motivate the “çocuklar” in our universities,
Don’t deny them Erasmus because Turkey is home to them,
And they want to visit abroad also,
Ytb! Ytb! Hope we understood each other.