I see demons
I see ghosts
Staring at me from the bedposts
Gargoyles of grotesquery
Statues of misanthropy
The Prince of darkness has come for me
There's evil in this room
I can smell the sulfur in his perfume
A fiendish foray into Axe body spray
Wedded with used ashtray
Trade name The Devil's Bouquet
Why me why me ?
why today?
Because poets die tragically?
Remember Shelley drowned at sea
Where's your humanity?
In the voice of a late night disc jockey
A silky deadpan delivery
"I lost it the day the world began.
You may have heard not my game plan.
God made Adam and Eve
I made beggars and thieves.
See Milton Book Ten
Are you not well read?
The blood immediately drained from my head.
Beg pardon what was that you said?
I'll have you know I'm quite literate
I have a ing doctorate!
He was an ancient warrior from times of old
back in the days when the sun was new
and the stars at night were brilliant blue
like the Canopus star he once knew
Often, he was found rummaging the forest
looking for the rarest mushrooms
as the eagles flew he counted tree rings
indenting the roots of his ancestry wings
Then one day, he was reborn again
in an era of squabble filled with wars
silence became an oddity full of slew
and "The Sacred" a rarity hidden in full view
They tagged him "bipolar" with doctorate degree
this was a world of medicine & mental deficiency
yesterday he howled at the moon * starkly stars
today he is a sad man, longing for a trip to Mars
He, ancient warrior of days of old
fights the good battle everyday,
mistletoe on oak, he holds his staff
all the time knowing time does pass.
Written by: Mystic Rose
Dedicated to a friend, who suffers from bipolar.
I want my man
not to be perfect and good looking
I want him to kiss on my forehead
Whispering I will love you always
I want him to hold my hand
to reach my goal gate
I want him to guide me in grand stage
Where I will receive the most prestigious doctorate award
I want him to cheers in my happiness
and grieved in my pain
I want him to teach me
If i do something wrong in someday
I want him to scold me but not to raise his hand even though if he loss his temperament
If i die before him
I promise to leave him most expensive gifts in the world
Which will compensate my death
My little two babies who will bring rejoice in his life again
I don't want him to mourn in my death
I want him to hold our babies hand so that he could feel my presence
I want him to kiss my photo in my death day
Saying you were the most beautiful soul
may god grant me another chance to live with you in next life too..
Wingless Bird
I wasn’t taught
Reach for the stars
I never knew
It’s not too far
I knew to stop
Look both ways
And never touch
A burning flame
Encouragement
Was never heard
I left the nest
A wingless bird
Survival was
My only school
Doctorate in hit
And bachelors in booze
I left the nest
A wounded bird
Then found my wings
In written words
Bill MacEachern 11/28/23
Looking at a paper journal , good news for the nations , hard for the blinds to see, easy for the mute and deaf people to read silently.
Quote by poet.
In a televised Kenyan journal,
the story line concerned a young kind-hearted and genial,
a young great lawyer who were blackmailed by others.
many lawyers were panicked by a so called fake lawyer
As he already won twenty six cases in his career.
Brian Mwenda got arrested by the state
and now behind the bars.
So young and
brilliant lawyer in the country who wished
to be given chance to defend
himself in front of Kenyan law lords.
he was accused to be unqualified lawyer
because he did not study law at any university
which continues astonishing many folks worldly
as he won many lawyers with doctorate
and masters degrees in criminal and civil courts.
If he comes to win some state lawyers,
he will be making a big record wide worldly
which will push many folks to doubt
some colonial education systems.
Sailboats horses and carts and canal transport
Whale oil lighting and candles, salt to preserve
Meat, limited sanitation and available running
Water, all are part of a formerly more static society '
Which kept people in their national boundries.'
The emphasis seems to be on returning the
World to a typology of the above.? This being
Part of ( green agendas ) wordwide.?
Why then? Facilitate mass movements of
Humanity across borders.? If its more
Desirable for a worldwude static existence?
That will be inherent in any return to above
Practices.'
Is it just ideas.? That some people have cooked
Up after obtaining a doctorate, or other credentials
To get a million plus payment from a slush fund.?
With no real plan on how to live this out.?
I am myself quite prepared to live with limited
Technology..Yet it involves more effort, which
Would keep humans fitter.' A balance can be struck
But I dont see any cohesive drive.? I see ( a i ) and
A move to even more tech, and so called outsourcing
More desire for matterial things more waste much less
Recycling than from the 1920s to the 1980s am I
Alone in these observations? I welcome any comments.'
Got my doctorate
In sandbox
With a double major in
Nose picking
Graduated “magna-cum lousy”
From the “driveway art course”
Served an apprenticeship in
“It’s your dog pick up after it”
Rose to great heights tree climbing
Also got to meet the firemen
Taught my parakeet
To BOO those F-N Yankees
Rooted for the RED SOX
A true love/hate relationship
I understand Bill Belichick
But not what he says
Respected but more feared
As a man of tempered steel
An expert at ensuring he got
The best of any signed deal.
He got a Degree in Pomposity
From the university of life
Followed by a Masters in
The Obvious and The Trite.
Doctorate soon followed
In Self Righteous Thought,
Waxes forth on Social Media
Where he daily holds court,
Pouring vitriol and scorn
To those who don’t know
Life’s a veritable paradise under
Our beneficent Status Quo.
A paragon of virtue, this
Self proclaimed made man
Telling the world if he can do it
Then surely anybody can.
International businessman
With his modern sweat shop
Using Zero Hour Contracts to
To keep his workers on the hop
He attends religious observance
Al least once every single week
Where he virtuously professes
To be humble, mild and meek.
He’ll probably live for ever
Which really isn’t so very odd:
No Heaven could be big enough
To hold both him and his God.
We invest in the future,
for collage expertise,
promise moon and stars
for a degree...
To hang it on the wall...
Lucille was a whale,
A really big deal.
She had gone to a whale finishing school.
Graduated to a really silly pool,
That made her feel such a fool.
Lucille had a doctorate in water you see,
And planned her escape to a much larger lake.
Took a bath in a bubbly leaf tub.
Ate all the bubbles,
Ate all the leaves,
Grew much bigger than she could please.
The tub scooted along on three sets of wheels,
To a tide that pushed the tub aside.
Lucille landed on a slide,
...down the drain,
...out in the rain,
...across the street,
...past pairs of feet.
Off to the sea where she could be free.
You don't need no
High School diploma
Nor a college degree
Need not a doctorate
Or a PHD's
As some may say
All you need do is just pray, just pray
God says
Solomon says
Just pray, just pray
For common sense
God says
Solomon says
this, if you need just
a little wisdom
just ask for
And our God
Our God will grant you
Our God will give it to you
And He shall not rebuke your choice
As some may say
All you need do is just pray, just pray
God says
Solomon says
Just pray, just pray
For common sense
God says
Solomon says
this, if you need just
a little wisdom
just ask for
And our God
Our God will grant you
Our God will give it to you
JUST ASK GOD above for Wisdom
James 1-5
6/10/20 ©2020
Placed #1 place in Contest
BRIAN'S SELECT B, any form, any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Sandy Sue is the expert after all
Our determined mother said smugly.
She is the one who understands psychology
Better than any of you ever could.
We three have no knowledge of psychology
because we are still five, six, and seven
in Mom’s mind, so we sit quietly,
eagerly awaiting the expert’s arrival.
Sandy Sue is mom’s hairdresser, a proponent of self,
super confident, without impediment of college degree at all.
She whirls in to straighten us out, to psychoanalyze us.
Concerned in no way that we each have a doctorate in psychology.
An overachieving college student
with lofty ambitions.
Her education is finally over,
a completion of a complicated puzzle.
A summa cum laude graduate
with two doctorate degrees under her belt.
The sky's the limit, yet she struggles
to decide which fork in the road to take
She stands with her arms akimbo
on the cusp of destiny.
As her eyes search the infinte stars
in the sky, she's wondering "Now what?"
Crossroads Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One (Winner: 3rd Place)
Date written and posted: 09/20/2019
Yours was the crown of the Synagogue
after you converted to Catholicism
for living Christianity
is the fulfillment of the promise.
Christianity presupposes the Synagogue
and a vision of Jesus you had
opened your mind and your heart.
Yours was the wisdom and smartness
as you became the doctorate professor of philosophy -
Chief rabbi, for you Synagogue,
which was the promise
and Christianity cannot exist without the other.
Doctor Phil
By Franklin Price
2/2/2019
Punxutawney Phil came from the hill
And looked down on the ground
He looked in all directions
Not a shadow there was found
Has an honorary doctorate
Shadow spotting his degree
Because there was not one today
An early Spring for you and me
All the networks covered him
They think he's in the know
If Spring arrives in six weeks
Doctor Phil will get a show
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