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College students today are a professor's worst nightmare
They come to class late, with ripped jeans and purple hair
Without a word of apology for interrupting what's going on
They proceed to bury their heads in their infernal smartphones
Texting and tweeting and checking out Facebook
They don't give a soul in the room so much as a look
While if asked to participate in an activity or discussion
They grumble under their breath and commence a-cussin'
As far as breaks go, if they're given fifteen minutes
The classroom's still empty after thirty; no one'll be in it
They regard homework assignments as affronts to their dignity
A test or an exam --- Why, that's a cancerous malignity
These arrogant airheads of asininity
Shout down those not of their affinity
But come the end of every semester
They all expect "A's" for their sanguininity
December 16, 2018
Entry in "Let 'Er Rip #2 Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: John Lawless
GOOD FRIDAY
The expression of man's unutterable malignity
is the Cross which stripped Christ off all dignity.
But the memoirs of glorification forever will stay.
Why isn't it called "Bad Friday"?
Because from the horrendous bad
emerge the inexpressible good.
Christ drained the cup of God's wrath,
He emptied the cup in its filthy wealth,
sucked, bone dry and left no drop,
neither did He allow us gulp the unpassover cup
nor left a drizzle for us all to drunkenly drink.
Good Friday! This awareness will always sink.
Though a black one building bad endless spiral.
The bad was temporal, but the good is eternal,
therefore, the good eclipse the bad manifestation.
Jesus' death is good for our salvation,
Even though the tragedy ensued in a better life,
a premeditated resurrection is fulfilled soon enough.
Why is Good Friday meticulously observed?
For a memorial and a hope that was reserved.
So...Exalt the Cross! Our lives rescued from the pit.
It's the Divine love without reserve or limit;
God has hung the destiny of the race upon it:
The Cross subdue Hades & our saviour stood,
It's the resurrection that makes Good Friday good.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©? 7th April 2023
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I do bitterly fault your restless digits, slatternly time;
Your agile dial's design I defy with mutinous rhyme.
What's the veiled intent of your lightning procession,
Against this snail-mover's beleaguered progression?
In swearing truth say why your sight-eclipsing wings
Party and feast and conjure merry over littler beings.
What sadistic banquets in spooky nooks yonder,
Turn your lot-dwindling schemes ever so fonder?
It's true your snaring turns I strongly loathe,
With damning sneers and deserving derision.
What's that blot against heaven's sternest troth,
Obliterating dancing suns on her creasing face?
To what main gain do your life-slicing edges fly,
Usurping innocent freedoms of humble breath?
Your mulish cruises along snaky course-ways,
Flare spite-perfected ills to slay slowing health.
With daring tropes I’ll yet trim hours’ blacking crime,
And I’ll chide the deadly glooms of carnivorous time.
The deadly seven
Although engulfed in sea's stormy stride,
even the killer tides failed to eat false pride,
Living entirely in self, want and greed,
creating divide in name of colour, caste and creed,
Kindness, sincerity and love that were must,
through entire life we were wrapped up in lust,
No help came as ship dwindled for an anchor,
Despair floated as we sank in our own anger,
As if born to live forever, nurtured gluttony,
Ate up resources and nature's harmony,
Sparked the green eyed monster in malignity,
Friends surpassing, blazing embers of envy,
Not working hard as the worthy, lying in sloth,
Losing effervescence and expecting froth,
Only if a man could shun the deadly seven,
will open the golden gates to serene heaven.
Written Jan 30th, 2016
For contest by John lawless
Contest judged- Feb 25th, 2016
Awarded N/A
Now entered for "Second chance 2" poetry contest by Eve
I have gladly greeted another glorious day,
dazzling with bright sun-rays and new faith;
and as hope regains its strength with ease,
morning comforts me with a refreshing breeze!
These weapons of hatred I've thrown away,
feeling with a sudden vindication,to be
the victor over the tyrant whose pride isn't burning;
even forgiveness needs no imploring!
Ever rejoice,humble heart and fill me
with contentment;I am shunning hostility
as my fiercest,most belligerent enemy,
who had entrapped me with malignity!
Now, resentment vanishes,leaving no traces;
an exuberant smile reappears on this face:
conflicts so harsh have ended this debate...
there's no minimal animosity to alleviate!
Never forget,forgiving heart,that every sad event
I've been tried for,wasn't a want of vanity;
and will I ever feel unnoticed,lost
and powerless without humility?
Form:
Patriotic Americans are disgusted with Trump news every morn,
all shaking their heads in disbelief at the prick who is a thorn.
With such an arrogant mien, his character is one of a pooh bah.
Always thinking he's above the law, as if he's king or maharaja.
Ridiculous is the new mantra that might be his campaign slogan.
It's just asinine and imbecilic. That's the opinion of Jenna Logan.
It sounds just like baby gibberish when he cries out, "MAGAGA!"
With Putin and Kim Jong Un as friends, who's next, the Hezbollah?
Melania read her script then returned to the annals of obscurity,
saying her hubby will lead America "by love, peace and security."
Lying words, she was commanded to read raised a few eyebrows.
I wonder what price she'd pay if to his agenda she'd not espouse.
It was reported that she swore and cursed using the "F" word
when asked about Christmas decorations, and was overheard
saying she didn't care at all about Christmas, and she was tired
of having to do things in the White House that were required.
One reporter said Trump's MAGAGA sounds like baby babble.
It'll become the new battle cry of his crowd, the motley rabble.
Their banner should be emblazoned with a snotty nosed child
throwing a tantrum, out of control and his anger running wild.
I know this post will not be met with agreement by some of you.
That's perfectly ok because you have the right to an opinion, too.
You can bash Joe Biden when on words and steps he may stumble
but as America's President, I fear Trump will once again fumble.
Can anyone be so blind not to see, by taking an honest reflection,
that he directed a mob to commit treason and an insurrection?
What hold does this immoral sleaze have over far too many?
With eyes open to reality, you'd see his dysfunctions are plenty.
I've never been a Democrat, nor a believer in the Republican ilk,
but I think Trump is a miscreant who'll keep taking all he can milk
from a country deserving to be held in high esteem and dignity.
But four more years of DJT will end in chaos from his malignity.