Scholarly Poems - Poems about Scholarly

...Jacques Daviel A brilliant eye specialist Jaques Daviel, does his cataract field at all ring a bell? the word cataract used with utmost respect, on his vision and foresight I duly reflect Fr......

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... A scholar is known for his scholarly output A minister’s renowned for good deeds God sits back and judges them both ~ based on what His creations need ......

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...Shoreditch clung to its ruin Its roughhewn gate staring out at corpses And the clutch of travellers heading from the fields, The shepherds rambling onwards, The herders with their slow-moving cat......

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...I used to think poems lived in leather-bound books, guarded by professors with stern looks, that words worth speaking needed permission, academic citations, scholarly submission. I sat in corne......

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...I drove the meaning of the poem home, dropped her at her front door, then drove home alone. And I never heard much more about her after that, except a rumor that some scholarly types had made a sa......

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... Immortal Al, the poet. Yes, and don’t he know it And forget me not, his imaginary friend, Mortal Lee, that’s me! He has a Masters in Authorship. Me, his penmanship. He’s not just any or ord......

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...The Middle East When the persecuted became persecutors  chaos followed; what a mess the Middle East is Both sides of the conflict like killing one other up pops more fanatics with eager knives......

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... A tall baseball player with a bat, he knocks it clear out of the park! Whilst other boys sit so comfortably at their home, he is a Varsity player, under bright lights, in the dark! So ......

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... Poetry contests offer an inspiration frame, where the competing poems get fairly judged, get a place in the shared showcase. It’s not to earn any literary accolade or fame, for nobody is run......

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...In ivory towers, oblivious reigns, Blind to the weight of scholarly chains, Reports unread, insights ignored, The fruits of labour, rashly scored. Heads turn away from midnight oil, Unseein......

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...I knew Billie and Bobbi and boy, were they fun, At the end of the day when my work was all done, And Miss Sally Sue Treet was a challenge to beat, For the bakery that closed at the end of the stre......

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...We, the generation of '50, Time-travelers with stardust in our hair, with memories planted in pockets, Rooted in decades embraced by change, souls adorned with the dawn of the post-war world. We s......

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...In the Hall of Legends, where tales unfold, Inscribed in time, in letters bold. Among the heroes, a teacher stands tall, A legend in whispers, revered by all. Through the annals of learning, th......

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... each sleight is the haunt of some evicted ghost. grieving me a life of greater pain; I see pieces of people passing, drifting into the footsteps of another's future. I feel the rough sa......

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... “ Did I ever tell you, you are my hero? Did I ever tell you, you are everything I wanted to be? For, I can fly higher than an eagle, You are the wind beneath my wings!” ......

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