I’ve studied the matter, compared statistics,
evaluated lives with unbiased prejudices,
my research and facts painstakingly sourced –
though four times married, four times divorced –
call me daft, incompetent, or feckless
my conclusions are sound not reckless,
and the indisputable truth that emerges?
Men and women make the worse marriages.
D o
N otation
A ggregation
V irology
I ntruiging
R rescearch
O pening
L itmus
O n
G ene
Y eild
L eading
U niversity
C onceptualiser
M aking
O bservatation
N arrating
T transmission
A ctually
G rappling
I ntensivly
N ew
E ra
R researcher
Stalwart Artz Burkhardt, a tackler of problems, it was right At the heart.. Of how as a professional he did his work; luminary.'
In the face of an epidemic; He did not shirk.' He organised
Fifteen cadavers to autopsy and re-search, the result of injections he set to work.' He knew the innocent bodies could not lie.' Yet
As he began, the 'drainstream media' however gave a strong
Try.' His findings of vascular damage in at least fourteen.'
Was disparaged and derided..There was no appetite it seems.' To search for veracity, the science; real truth so it
Was not published.' The guy was cancelled forsooth.) Then
(There was the accident?) That robbed him of life.' Though
At 79 he was quite strong, thats not denied now the results
Of his findings he put down they are stored ' R F K if you Access them.' You can face down the hordes.' Coupled with
Data from registerd elmbalmers, it should frame.? A better
Case against the invective of those, who would you defame!
quot: "The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind.".. Khalil
I met him at a square dance, beneath the stars,
A square of joy where laughter filled the air.
Not long before he saw beyond my scars,
And asked me to change my path with care.
His lessons weren't just found within the class,
But in the way he taught me how to see—
No pressure placed, just guidance when I'd ask,
A teacher, yes, but more—a friend to me.
In the darkest days, he stood by my side,
A mentor, a teacher, a steadfast guide.
When pockets were empty, and hope ran thin,
His hand reached out, pulling me in.
Through trials and pain, his smile remained,
A beacon of light when all else waned.
How can I forget the strength he gave,
The reason i survived, the way i stayed brave?
With every step, he lit my way,
His kindness helping me seize the day.
In this foreign land, I owe so much,
To a heart so warm, to a soul’s gentle touch.
be creative the professor said
I thought I was
what did I do wrong?
I did not mean THAT creative, he told me.
In a stern, mean condescending way.
The trouble is,
I do not know how to be less creative.
And why would I want to?
Albert Einstein said, "Creativity is Intelligence having fun."
If there is anyone who wants to garnish more fun
You are looking at her.
Eighty percent of all living creatures…
are females? I guessed.
The professor gave me a frown.
May I finish? He asked me.
Sure, I agreed.
But I guessed a second time.
Guessing trees.
Because they are living, right?
The scientist was irritated now.
I had apparently ruined his train of thought.
He finally spit out that eighty percent of all living things on earth are insects.
And trees, I added, knowing I was also right.
My professor is the weirdest for a cat Ginger said.
He acts like he is out of his ever-loving head.
Of course, she turned and who was right behind her?
An irritated cat with an ugly growling purr.
Curriculum of praise
Amazement out done
Theory of understanding
Knowledge sustaining
Discipline divine
Professor so kind
Patient and humble
Guided through mistakes
It is never too late
Turning wrong into right
It happens day and night
Teachings 24 hours overview
All the spiritual student has to do is pursue
Whatever you don’t understand becomes explained
Detail to detail
Without fail
When in doubt, it is Faith that works it out
Closer to Thee
Achievement definitely decreed
No need for a degree
Approved automatic with spiritual credibility
Enforced goodness
Students are the witness
Spiritual class always forever
Wise and clever
Students always prepared for the world to enter.
"Associate Professor Emeritus
Richard D. Slick, PhD"
ahhh
ohh
not
an
ode
to a
once
known
dare i say
friend but
professor
the
hours
i went
and
spent
during
office
hours
for his
were not
his but ours
materialistic
decisions
& Lit at
it's
best best
discussed
face to face
without traces of
but one mistake made
when others would
enter and say:
"Excuse me
Doctor Slick"
... and with
that that's
when
he
would
say, "Please,
I'm not a M.A.S.H.
surgeon or even general
practitioner. Not a doctor. Just
Dick
Slick
The Professor had put in fifty years at the University of Dell.
It is time to step down, said those who did not know him well.
He began to teach chess, piano, and the art of puzzle making too.
These hobbies kept him alive and entertaining until the age of ninety-two.
I will go out on my own terms, he had always told his friends.
He had thousands of them by the time he reached one of his ends.
It’s just the beginning, one of his students was heard to say.
I know he is probably in heaven teaching his guts out today.
Scientific cat peers out of a steampunk telescopic lens
Designed to specifically see microscopic organisms
Who developed the formula? An inept dog queries.
Professor Kib keeps silent, studying his microbe slides.
Seriously why are you so studious? A tabby lab worker asks.
He is drinking an abomination from a dirty green flask.
Kib rolls his brown glowing eyes, giving a growl and a pitter pat.
His mind too concentrated on success to waste time on this cat.
Professora
AH, grandes diferenças:
um mestre pode lhe dizer
o que espera de alguém,
já a pessoa
que é professora
desperta as
expectativas de alguém
e mostra como
fazer
mais e mais.
Feliz dia do Professor
The professor turned to me
What is infinity?
‘Neither the stars in the sky
nor the sand next the sea’
thought me
The answer, thus he:
‘Every thousand years
a bird picks up a single
grain of sand, oh-so-wee’
‘And even that
'is not infinity'
thus me
‘Jolly good!’
chuckled he
not only a few times
had I sketched
the pattern of your smile
in every swaying leaf
in every waning moonlight
in every wandering clouds
blowing softly to the west
but I ,
I couldn't sketch
the pattern of the wonder
in your deep brown eyes
and the secret sigh
you gently cast away
when you asked me a question
and I answered with conviction
Rewritten this March 10, 2022
For "The Throwback Challenge Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
Judged--N/A
Notes: This poem was one of my earliest poems written in 1994. Written during our " Partnership and Corporation Law" class. My professor was a perfect model for an oil-on-canvas portrait. But instead of sketching him, this poem was born and it was followed by some little poems which where published in our university publication," The Democrat".
Professor
Na vida
ou nos
negócios
começar sempre
é o melhor
professor.
O “começar”
existe para levar
cada pessoa
à conclusão,
livre, florescente
e feliz,
vive a enxergar
vitória
nas coisas
grandes
e pequenas
– seu objetivo é
fazer praticar
todas essas coisas
mais e mais.
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