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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 legendary poet
Your genre is powerful than a couplet
You made poetry a beautiful art
That made us filled with joy in our heart.

You never give up on the quest,
You become outstanding among the rest 
The world celebrate with the legendary poet
Poetry embrace us like a blanket..

PricelessPEN

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 -- Good things come in fives
    USA, Russia, China, Cuba and Syria
  Nazi Germany too busy taking lives

  Looking forward to an action-packed semester
    in this new course called ~
  'Proud Traditions of our Ancestors'

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. 
This Professor of Mathematics 
And Economics 
Who wrote several proposals 
For his villagers 
To be poorer 
Is buried near his leaning roof 
Which is ten times and half, 
Worse
Than the village chairman’s house. 
Which plant 
Do you think we would plant?
On top of his grave 
While he doesn’t deserve 
To rest under the shade of plants
For sweet fruits! 
To hell!

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. That's the way to understand what was before each Big Bang.

II
Why would there be only One Big Bang? One singular event that altered the thermal equilibrium? Especially since we have the Second Law of thermodynamics implies the universe becoming more and more random from where it began. So, going backwards in time we get to:
a. No randomness
b. No time ( the universe forgets both time/speed and even how big it is).
c. The analogy of raindrops hitting the lake surface ( space-time canvas?) may now replace the raindrops with BLACK HOLES. The black hole in our Milky Way will collide with the ripples of another black hole in an expanding universe, where the "ripples" also keep going out further and further. But so are the other "ripples" in the universe. Hence, big Bangs.

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, a delicious noise
By a false eulogizing voice
That soon connects a sneeze
Men flee from with “Gees?”

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 he said
So consumed was I in wait with my unanswered questions
Then spending the second half of class feeling stupid
Regretting the meddlesome monologue in my head
It was three hours of my life I would never get back
Really ~ how was it any of my business?

This was all way back in those pre-internet days
Before google searches easily unraveled any mystery

For weeks he never spoke about the elephant in the room
It boggled my mind why I expected he ever would

In a short time I became enchanted with this man’s soul
Respectfully in awe of this cultured learned gentle man
A poet possibly a genius ~ he was ordained to touch lives
To shake and rattle foundations ~ disentangle paradigms

A transcendent grace exuded from his every word and glance



AP: 1st place 2021

Posted on May 2, 2020

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 a star being staggered
In a nimbus of a faraway land 

A heroic pen was raptly melted
As the book of many pages shattered across the ocean
A nation's pride has become ashes
Making a wave in the hist of the deadly world

Oh! he was roasted faraway
Faraway his father land
Amidst tears in the eyes his nation
A great gem was ruefully tossed

The ashes of his fecund head
The cranes of his creative fingers 
The cremains of his eagle eyes 
Now pose lifeless in a foreign land

He's gone
A hero is gone
Roasted in a faraway land
Oh! He's gone forever.

© Izunna Okafor, 2019.

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 I wrote with Thee)
And now, you are both uttering "So Long, Adios, Alvida"
I could cry, and hold onto your hand; but the pain 
Is what you know intimately, almost as Jesus did
On THAT Cross at Calvary to reconcile rebellious, 
Ingrates, and egregious law-breakers (me) with Abba Father -
As in John 14, or even in John 8: "You cannot come with me!"
Echoes of Jesus --- in the good times, foretelling & teaching
As only He could do. I must go so better things will come:
THE HOLY SPIRIT: parakletos, a Helper of the Same Kind!
May the Spirit heal Thee in Jesus' Name, or take over
The driving ... with the celestial wings. Or is it Holy Breath?

Much Love this and EVERY CHRISTMAS I will celebrate without Thy wishes

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 to your classroom days.

But beyond teaching students, there were times life was raveled,
You’ve negotiated speed bumps, that most haven’t traveled.

I didn’t have the privilege of knowing Prof
or sitting in class under him since I’m eighty.
But through chance meetings and reputation
I’m proud to call him my friend.
a man who has influenced many lives.
Tom

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 tried hard, bright-eyed, and curiously pink. 
"I would like to try it," I told them. "I'm not easily scared," I said with all of my masterful me.
I ended up teaching the drafting students for three years, we went through gobs of ink.
"This was the most difficult one credit hour class I ever took in my life," one of my charges told me.
Three years into it, and neither Mr. Pete or Mr. Dass had told me this, I gave the student a wink.

Prof Stephen Hawking

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

Written on 14 march 2018

Honour (For Prof. Ayodele Falase Former Ui Vc)

Honour
They expelled with dishour

Respect
Flee from them with distance

Dignity 
Took to its heel on sighting them

Integrity
Briskly packed its belongings to avoid them

Sanctity
They oppose fervidly

Purity
They evade like leprosy

Decency
They see from afar

Probity
They made a campus taboo

Sincerity 
Saw them and fainted

Veracity
Dies a natural death when it speak to them

Honesty
Snores with passion on smelling them

Accountability
Lost its voice only when conversing with them

Who are they?
Garbage of history meant to be erased from our memory.

Alayande Stephen .T
25th  September, 2005
2.45pm

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