826.
Pagmamakaawa kay Prof. De Vera
Oh Mahal kong Prof. Popoy De Vera
Ako sa iyo ay nagmamakaawa
Ibalik mo po ako
Sa CapSU na pinagmulan ko
Bilang AO sa opisina
Na guro rin sa mga bata
Na nasa kolehiyo
Sa kanila ako hiyang na magturo
Hindi ako hiyang sa Elementarya
Ganundin sa Sekondarya
Sa Fermat at OLSI nasubukan ko
Hindi ako nagtagal sa mga ito
Hindi ko narin po kaya
Na sa DepEd magpa-Ranking pa
Sana sa CapSU nalang po ako
Dati akong History Teacher dito
Nalagpasan ko na Hiring Process nila
Waiting nalang ako sa magiging resulta
Tulungan mo po ako
Na ako ang piliin ng mga ito.
Gaya mo, ako ay UP Graduate din na
Pwedeng mamuno habang nagtuturo.
-10/26/2022
(Dumarao)
*My CapSU Comeback
Professor Ian plimer has a
Little green book...
Why not.? Get a copy?
And take a look.'
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
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.
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'
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!
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
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?”
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.
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 2026, 1st place 2021
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.
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
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
"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.
a brilliant mind ~~
a journey through a black hole
final theory ~~
Written on 14 march 2018
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