Long Professor Poems
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The perfect painting, for Me,
is always in my memory
Coming home from school, looking for Mommy
Down the creaking wooden staircase
In the soggy basement, was She
Painting a masterpiece
Smiling up at me
My Mother was an artist
So, I too, went to art school
The Professor then told me, "there's nothing we can teach you."
So the best of times painting,
I remember with my Brother
I created A woman with long, flowing hair
When my Brother fell ill
Her face grew muddled
Or painting together, with my first Love
I painted a sensual nude
and gave the painting away
After his Funeral
Painting can be Bittersweet
Reliving all Life's memories
Or dreaming of passions
Long since past
The perfect painting
Will never last
See you soon, I will meet you in the rose garden at noon, we have some details to go over and all the directions of how you will cross over.
I know that you are full to the brim and your diary is laden with “sins”, you have ten appointments today and you must fulfill them before you go away.
You have a meeting with Ambassador Pork and a luncheon with Dr. Session.You have a conference call with professor Gut and a schedule visit with King Tuft.
The old lark is sitting in the dark and you have to get to the airport before the dogs' barks. Someone is waiting at the boarding with an important message about the arrangement for the journey.
Keep your eyes on the prize and weigh the pros and cons before the day is done take a cold shower if you can to purge yourself from the heat and the sun.
The butterfly is flying around the blooming flowers and this is my most splendid hour, I can feel the adrenalin running in my vein and paradise embroiled in a terrible feud beneath the sky.
The bees are there too making honey for me and you. They have made the hive deep inside the ground so be careful how you play around.
Take a look at the old rules book and recall the moment when you had to cook, you remember the contract that you made with some foreigner and the reservations that you made with the engineers?
Something significant happen during that time, the cables that were laid were not mine, they came all the way from Asia and the Middle East and they have a timing to rise up with the breeze.
They were custom made; Go back to the book of old there is a significant story to be told. Everything is set at a particular time when the rapture will be divine. Map out your evacuation path before you go wandering in the dark.
See you soon,I will be waiting for you at noon and if you are late just meet me at the big gate, I will help you with your luggage and elevate your courage there is more to say but I will conclude for the rest of the day.
This place is tucked out of the way,
across river from the city,
most folks don’t even know it’s here,
and I suppose that’s a pity.
Maybe the truck-stop that it serves
is what drives some people away,
but their hash-browns are masterworks,
so I come here most Saturdays.
Attached nearby is a small lounge
with massage chairs and a big screen,
and nearby showers you pay for,
an odd spot, but they must stay clean.
Nearby is a convenience store,
it’s several times larger than most,
snacks, westerns, and toiletries are
a few of the things that it boasts.
But the diner is why I come,
can’t drive a truck to save my hide,
I find it a relaxing place,
no hint of pretension inside.
A third of the clientele are
just hungry locals like me,
the others are the long-haul guys,
slumping wearily in their seats.
They’re literally the lifeblood
of a nation awash in goods,
yet so many look down on them,
I don’t understand why they would.
The elites who like their gadgets
seem to think them a lower class,
tet were there not men out driving
they’d run out of gadgets real fast.
I even heard a professor
use them as a cautionary tale,
but those guys have traveled further
than any professor who rails.
Once my very own uncle said
that they’re working class, and thus poor,
but some pull down sixty thousand,
my uncle can’t make that, I’m sure.
I was born to that ‘elite’ class,
the son of bureaucrats, lawyers,
raised to believe that a man should
go make a living by his words.
And yet I feel comfortable here,
I guess they’d say I’ve fallen far,
but we could live without lawyers,
without these men here, we would starve.
Some call suck folk ‘deplorables,’
but why is it a hated thing
to do the jobs someone must do
if people are to keep existing?
If you don’t support free speech
There’s something wrong with you.
If you don’t support free speech
You’re evil through and through.
If you don’t support free speech
Then you can go get screwed.
If you don’t support free speech
There’s something wrong with you.
Johnny wore a black mask
And carried a long stick.
Say something he didn’t like,
He’d swing at you right quick.
Hitting folks at protests
Was his favorite trick,
But then Johnny got arrested,
And deservedly so, the prick!
Zander was invested
In social media concerns.
But some folks posted things
That made his mind burn.
So then claiming virtue
He decided to censor.
Now the internet hates him,
How quickly things do turn.
Lola the English professor
Decided that she knew ‘hate.’
She’d write up any student
Who dared try to debate.
She called such people bigots,
And loudly would berate,
Until a constitutional lawyer
Slapped the 1st into her face.
If you don’t support free speech
There’s something wrong with you.
If you don’t support free speech
You’re evil through and through.
If you don’t support free speech
Then you can go get screwed.
If you don’t support free speech
There’s something massively wrong with you.
Written By: Fluexia HugBoer'
and Aura Dolce Guruton
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the Theremin
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"La tension exercée par le string est causée par une prise de poids"
she said looking directly in his eyes."Aint nothing diet and exercise
can't fix Sweetie: you look just fine to me", he told her as he kissed
her. guess we have foraged enough today. We better get ready for
our night out: yeah, our working night out: I'm glad we
got the gig! Me too he said, if we get tired we're getting
a room on the boat!" What you should have said Darling
is that we are more then likely getting a cabin or a stateroom.
Rooms on cruise ships are commonly called cabins or staterooms.
Yeah I hear yah, I like room it sounds a little like
friendly, opposed to stateroom, that sounds like trouble to me.
Image us selling truffles to the wealthy people
I never imaged our business would be so successful. Why was Professor Hugboor
interested in our truffle oil? I don't know he know a great thing when he
see it! "Yeah" she said nut I heard he was trying to get "ole Mossie" to
grow his hippocampus we heard rumor it is a key ingredient for his
fear toxin; that only rumor but I believe these folk
know what they are talking about. He gives me the creeps." you need to get your fact
straight honey, hippocampus is developed in the brain of animals. I heard he was trying to use Camels and pumas: they said the breed would mix and the hippocampus extract would
be the most potent mixture on earth. Ah come on pumas and camels can't breed.
For two animals to successfully interbreed, they must be closely related genetically, typically belonging to the same genus (like a lion and a tiger) or at least the same family. Pumas and camels are vastly different and belong to entirely different biological orders Camels belong to the Cetartiodactyla order and pumas belong to the order Carnivora or the family Felidae: anyone knows they are capable of breeding. 'The Ames and Gage Academy of Science said that
Professor Hugboor was mad, now I beleive them!"
For your info .......
Professor Hugboor' used crows and ravens to find
Hippocampus, when a raven pecked a crow to exhaustion
He befriended the crow, yet rewarded the raven saying a spirit lossed shall bring meaning to a mean less act, they found he neglected both by not feeding them."
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Sorceress Polgara ascended above all warriors;
Fought wars against mighty kings and came out victorious...!
Remus Lupin, into a werewolf magically turned;
As great professor, taught thrillingly and his living earned...!
Count Dracula transformed all great and small into vampires;
Threatening and killing others, he founded his empires...!
Mystique, fictionally filled whole American comics;
With her strength, speed, stamina and super economics...!
Mei Lee and Ming Lee and the evil queen of Turning Red;
With wisdom and wit, turned celluloid, bed of joy and dread...!
All these shape-shifters, like clowns, do not merely entertain,
They're ideals! They give ideas to every young brain...!
26 May 2022
Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
This is the tale of a girl named Jana,
grew up watching badass women on screen,
was inspired by their strength and their pluck,
the way they cut through bad guys in each scene.
In middle school she started martial arts,
she moved through the belts to become the best,
in high school she put on exhibitions,
and many to her great skill did attest.
On college fields she kept up with her art
as intensely as she did her studies,
they held her up as an ‘empowered’ woman,
to be envied by all of her buddies.
The administration encouraged her,
she was a poster girl fit for brochures,
professors claimed she could beat anyone,
that no woman or man could long endure.
A feminist professor plugged Jana’s talent
one morning in an intro-level class,
most of her students just nodded blindly,
but one let out a harsh, belly laugh.
Twas a future engineer who cackled so,
said,”I’m sure her skills bring her the highest score,
but I gotta think fighting against a man
she would experience nothing but floor.”
Now the student, who went by the name Rick,
caused quite the stir with his candid remarks,
professors and students jeered his outlook,
but Rick just blew it all off as a lark.
Jana was the maddest of the outraged,
and decided that she must prove herself,
she claimed that she could defeat any man,
then challenged Rick, who she planned to whip well.
Now Rick wisely chose to ignore her crap,
because in truth, he could see no good play,
Ii he won then he had beaten up a girl,
and if he lost, he’d be covered in shame.
But the denunciations continued,
and the college sided with Jana’s cause,
so Rick agreed to a proper match-up
in a ring, obeying all the state laws.
Jana seemed thrilled, and set to training,
and at least half the school said she would win,
her opponent was fifteen pounds overweight,
she was faster, and better trained them him...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Who stole the rainbow?
After the drizzle, a small rainbow appeared
that's right
Let it be clear, the professor said, not a hegemonic
rainbow strutting about the sky, demanding to be
admired for its bright colors
The modest rainbow was telling children it was safe
to come out and play, and never mind, a drop or two
from a drying cloud
There is no rainbow in Gaza, bombs fall,
fragments of steel kill children who have not seen
a rainbow not even in dreams
In a foreign land, young people demonstrate they
want everyone to have a rainbow
alas, arrested by the hegemonical elders
corrupted by artificial irises that fill pockets of gold
One bright spark asks, what about the children?
Are there any left?
Living my dream on my own
going to wherever I possibly can
visiting many parts of the world
seeing lands where before I was ban
In an instant to go anywhere
click my fingers I was there
never needed to face winter again
follow the sun to where it did fare
Go into whole nature worldwide
see it's beauties at any place
watch the great creatures at work
what a picture such pure solace
See friends living wherever worldwide
drop in and catch them by surprise
give no warning that you're coming
coming over the hill around sunrise
So this really is only a dream
but a nice one just the same
you never know what'll come true
one day maybe it'll be no game
(In college, a professor asked the class a simple yet profound question that impacted them. And it made me realize that I struggled with the answer because I had forgotten how to dream, making me realize how much of ourselves we lose when our dreams are lost. So here's the question.
What if...you woke up today with nothing but a backpack, a plane ticket and a note??, go anywhere, anytime with all the money you need.)
Velocidade
Na vida e nos negócios
vejo que o mundo
está se movendo tão rápido
que uma pessoa
diz que não pode ser feito
é logo atropelada
por outra que está a fazer.
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Receba de graça a interpretação acompanhado dos livros:
El elemento – Em espanhol
KEN ROBINSON
con Lou Aronica - Comentários - Giacomo Nerone, pseudônimo de Professor Doutor Fernando A. Dal Piero
Segredo do Êxito escrito por Donald J. Trump – Em espanhol.
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