Prof. Poems - Poems about Prof.

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

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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....

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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....

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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,...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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"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...

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a brilliant mind ~~ a journey through a black hole final theory ~~ Written on 14 march 2018...

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