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Prof Ian Plimer

Professor Ian plimer has a
Little green book...
Why not.? Get a copy?
And take a look.'

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PROF WOLE SOYINKA

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO A NOBLE POET

A noble poet with ninety lives 
Legacy more beautiful than maldives
Your pen bleed truth and reality 
Your word will exist till eternity

The titan of truth and sage of old
Your heart is priceless like Gold
And you always fight for freedom
As King Solomon, you are full of wisdom.

Prof Wole Soyinka the noble

Prof Indiana Kibble Kat

Indiana Kibble Kat was the kind of a professor that….
Taught us about adventure with a tip toe tat.
Regaling us with stories pulled out of his hat
Amazing us with his pet vampire bat.
We never had a better teacher than Professor Kat.

Hats Off To My Prof

My freshman reading list is
    Thomas Payne, Marx, Engels, Lenin, Trotsky
  The prof is not one to pitschky-potschky  

  The leaders to be studied will be
    Elijah Muhammed, Stalin, Castro, Marx, and Xi
  I wonder why A.H. is an absentee

  O, I get it

Prof Klm

An Airline International KLM, 
Heavily landed 
With heavyweight dead body 
Belongs to Professor KLM,
Before it was off loaded 
Into his Black Mercedes Off-road
In a rush
To the bush
To be buried in the village 
Where he left since his teenage,
To be buried by same relatives, 
Whom he treated as slaves
And same villagers, 
Whom he treated as beggars.

Before Big Bangs - Yes, Big Bangs, Thanx Prof Penrose

I
Think of a huge pond or lake. It's been raining. While ripples fall and send their concentric circles further and further, you no longer see individual ripples and circles. Although it's now a confusing criss-cross of space and time, you can track back to the individual raindrop that started each ripple - backwards in time.

Some People Call Me Prof

Some people call me Prof
But with laughter round it off,
Some garnish it with cough;
Their loyal but amused hats doff;
Better than to at me scoff…

The most shy cease to be coy,
The heart cruel games would buoy
Shyness in any case some ploy
By he who could with another toy:
By some Ray about to cajole a Roy;
My Prof Nickname,

Prof Guru Ghulab Khatri

Four X Four
Talented, mind blowing, stunning
Dareesh maar Khan cunning
Heroic, jolly, scene creator, 
Producer, Director, chief editor
Serious, funny and vocational
Committed, concerned and educational
Flop, bottom and Top
Start, End full stop...
Note. Professors don't follow motivational speakers.
Lesson. Maps can only guide those who can read them.

Not Just Another Prof, Short Version

The September I met him remains etched in my mind
One by one the minutes rolling by ever so slowly
I sat in class awaiting an explanation that never came

I surmised he’d been a burn victim ~ suffered and healed
How could he now sit there so serene and nonchalant

Over my inner spiel I hadn’t heard a word

Roasted Faraway, For Pius Adesanmi

By Izunna Okafor



Beyond the shrubs of Sahara 
Lifted a munt of brainy bond 
Over the Mississippi of Ethiopia
Lofted a penner with his hunky thoughts

Across the bridge of a foreign land
Hovered a book of beautiful pages
Tightly enclaved yet as an Ireland
In a skull rounded in the clime of golden edges

Off the coast of Addis Ababa
Tears rang bell aloud
Beholding

Word Hobo and Heroes In Poetry Especially Prof Jim Link

A Peace Poem for Jim Link and Word Hobo:
This close to CHRISTmas what may I say
You two have seen so much, fought so well ...
And for the underdog, Prof. Jim Link, you and I
Travelled the Maryland trails of poetry and "News"
As in Greenbelt News Review (OLDest community paper,
in the Grand Old United States. An honor

Happy Birthday Prof Franklin

Happy Birthday “Prof” Franklin
Ninety-Fifth
Written; by Miracle Man
11-27-2019

Happy Birthday “Prof”, and at number ninety-five,
I believe your agile enough, to put down some jive.

Your life is a testimony, to how we should be living,
You’ve harvested less from life, than you were found giving.

Most past students, are quick, to shower you with praise,
When recalling fond times,  dating

Not Just Another Prof, Unabridged Version

The september I met him remains etched in my mind
I sat in class awaiting explanation that never came
One by one minutes rolling by ever so slowly

I surmised he’d been a burn victim
I wondered when it happened
How old he would have been
How he suffered
How he healed
How he could now be so nonchalant

Over my inner spiel I

The Toughest Teacher of All

"They are a little rambunctious, " Mr. Pete said. He was a small man, quite wee.
Mr. Dass rolled his eyes, giving me a better perspective, no soap in the sink.
"They  have scared three big, bad male teachers off since September," Mr. Dass told me. 
Both of their faces were almost burgundy red now, they

Prof Stephen Hawking

a brilliant mind ~~
a journey through a black hole
final theory  ~~

Written on 14 march 2018

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