Archipelago, a word rarely spoken
Dictionary lists it as a token
gesture to eggheads and nerds
who have to know every word
Just don’t ask Humpty-Dumpty
~ his recollection’s broken
Categories:
eggheads, meaningful, words,
Form: Rhyme
My mission for today
is to be kind to stupid people,
by which I mean, not the uneducated,
but 'woke' teachers, professors,
all self-serving experts, and miscellaneous
radical eggheads.
They need a donkey to care for,
for donkeys are smart
and like dogs
they will offer them life lessons.
If the donkey occasionally kicks them,
out of an excess of love,
then I would not laugh,
just smile, and hopefully,
not in any condescending way.
Categories:
eggheads, poetry,
Form: Free verse
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 the
Intervening time storey-buildings bloomed
Eggheads rose to make the era theirs with
Funds diverted abroad to squeeze the brinks
The illuminated then urinate on the poor’s
Offspring to connect them to the State how
Blind is this society in total discordance
Categories:
eggheads, change, patriotic, peace, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
I’d crack rotten “yolks” about eggheads driving old crates!
Poem written and submitted to Poetry Soup : 28th August 2020
Contest : If I Am A Super Heroine-Hero
Sponsor : JCB BURL
NB
The components of this wry pun-laden entry relate to eggs and things associated with them.
Crack, rotten, eggheads, crates.
A crate can be a car in poor condition.
Yolks ~ pun on jokes.
Categories:
eggheads, color, creation, feelings, fun,
Form: Monoku
. for public domain
Hidden on bookshelves
in Great British Halls,
where one thing's another,
or nothing at all,
Truth is well written,
but not spoken well
widely, for few
rarely read well.
It takes time to read well,
but who has the time,
between work, sleep, and prayer,
sips of Scotch or some wine?
No mind, no mind. Truth will out.
Barristers and Eggheads
are always about,
and we, adoze in our bed,
to our comfort we are wed
more than to our city and state.
And if it all should crumble?
Don't worry, it can wait.
Categories:
eggheads, humorous,
Form: Free verse
*******
Baseball,we miss games
Some eggheads snarl at their pay
Making gain, a shame
None of us perfect, or are we
Little Leaguers, beats rioting
*******
July 10, 2020
Noon PST
Dedicated to those who coach and who play in Little League,
or....have friends and family playing baseball!
And to retired players who are poets here today. Thank you!
You learned good values of sportsmanship, and that winning
and losing is all part of life! ...Play ball!
Categories:
eggheads, baseball, dedication, fun, jealousy,
Form: Tanka
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 they may lay.
January 20, 2020
Charles Messina's - Oh-No A Twisted Char-Lay Poetry Contest
Categories:
eggheads, 11th grade, fun, humor,
Form: Lay
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 yourself in high esteem"
Yet we are dealt with intolerance,
With their red pens,
They toil with our destiny.
They disguise us with their ideologies,
We look away in tolerance,
Proud they feel.
We don’t crave for tolerance
Like They wish to be valued, respected, obeyed.
To be seen as saints,
Yet they label us revolutionaries,
Will today be the day
To be heard and have a say?
Categories:
eggheads, absence, adventure, allegory, analogy,
Form: Free verse
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 low voice “Wot?” and they even proceed,
To say “What are you doing?”, so I cover up the screen,
With my fist, glance to the kitchen, sit up and concede,
“Nothing,” then they recede back to where they’ve been.
I change my login each time a new carer starts,
‘Cos they peer, peer, peer at my action of entering,
The numbers, and don’t seem to understand their quarts,
Are not intelligent, that they are myself outmanoeuvring.
I can only change my passcode a certain few times,
Since I am not Kevin on Eggheads so only remember,
A handful of historical events for password recall oftimes,
And that memory efforts are not for my times of slumber.
It’s different if I’m playing a game, that’s communal,
High scores are topical and cheats are conversation,
But I never play, and even if I did, that’s personal,
‘Cos I’m not as quick anymore, feel like a station!
Categories:
eggheads, angst, caregiving, computer, discrimination,
Form: Quatrain
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 what annihilates us.
The sorcerer stands now to devise a plan of spells to bring peace and wisdom amid us.
The people of the village song for a greater harvest in the old days.
The terrorists’ fires
The hate crimes
Henceforth precarious times.
To adjust to the forever changing of minds,
We must choose carefully and construct from within.
Our focus is intelligence.
Our voice must be acknowledged by acumen.
The enforcer of all these truths is a necromancer.
In the old days, the people of the village produced prodigious cognizance.
Eggheads opinionate.
Thinkers investigate.
Mentalities are our way.
We are informers of God.
We are of rightful norms.
We are the people born to construct governments.
We are modern time and divinity.
These are the idyllic years!
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Penned August 15, 2015!
Categories:
eggheads, character, community, creation, humanity,
Form: Dramatic Verse
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, world has been so piffling
a place to exist in
Gulfs within minds have been abominable
Dismembered, mangled, Crushed souls
Divided, partitioned, psyche; no unity of Being.
Categories:
eggheads, life
Form: Free verse
Paul Begala called Obama's supporters eggheads and that wasn't nice.
I want him to keep his mouth shut and I don't want to have to say it twice.
Obama is a terrific person and he deserves our votes.
The words irritate me that came from Begala's throat.
His words annoy me like a toothache.
Mister Begala can go jump in the lake.
Categories:
eggheads, political, words, me,
Form: Rhyme