Short Professor Poems
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My son, the college professor
comes home for a visit.
He leaves with all his shirts
ironed, my heart on
every sleeve.
Leon Joseph Bonnat
a French professor of art
teacher of the great& the good
some of whom you probably would...still know
IT Professor Simon Rogerson
a first-name his surname began
Folks often twisted the two
thus Roger Simonson came into view
Please declare your gender
at the start of Harvard classes
The Professor needs to know
if he/she/it is teaching lads or lasses
Sometimes you have to get your halo dirty.
Is this an epigrams or a firefly? There's never an English professor around when you need one.
The oppressed inherits the mind of the oppressor.
The victim inherits the pain of the aggressor.
The student inherits the knowledge of it’s professor.
I am a Prestigious Professor of Philosophy,
At a quite Elite University.
I get generous grants,
To sit on my pants,
And write books that nobody reads.
Form:
Some dull professor droned
And from my heart
Right to my pen
In cursive sprang
This lovely name,
Notebook margins filled:
Kelly
Kelly
Kelly
An earnest young student of Greek
Raised his hand in class so to speak.
The professor replied
“I wouldn’t advise.
After all, you’ve been dead for a week!”
I wish people would be pure like snow
And would be melted with warmness
And would become a moment creator like water
And would go against any block like overflow
yawns are contagious
especially afternoon
in a lecture hall
boring professor grouses
needs to freshen up his notes
written August 13, 2021
There was a professor morbidly obese
A condition he was anxious to breach.
His students tried to help
By giving him kippered kelp.
Now he’s too sick to be able to teach.
I was sick and tired of Professor Panzy's ism,
And with the passage of time got priaprism;
Upright in posture
It abhorred moisture,
For the thing it was a matter of formalism.
Mister Bean's an iconic success, sir
He's an outrageous comic professor --
Just watch his vids on You Tube
He fakes being a dumb boob --
Bean's a hilarious classroom jester
Which one is your child? I ask
I turn and see the Minnie Mouse Hat
And the professor glasses
A red polka dotted bow cinches this baby's identity
I do not need to see anything else
My poor professor
Reminded everyone of a right angle
Resting at zero degrees
He arched zealously against the board
Leaning towards the mark
Of passionate perfect placement
Ninety!
Educated derelicts,
Professor of fools,
Scholars of crap,
Leaders that moo;
What is then intellect,
If honor is your weight in gold?
Such mineral torch can test,
Molten like poo.
When the poem completed drawing her body
I Corrected her painting
and gave her full mark
She said to me:
Thank you my professor ..
The exam was quite easy ..
I am adept at drawing circles!
POEM 44 MY TEARS
MY TEARS ARE REAL.
MY TEARS YOU CAN SEE THEM.
MY TEARS THEY ARE MY TEARS
MY TEARS I FEEL FOR YOU.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
Geometrical,
Math'matical poetry.
Hmm…Lobachevsky?
Geometrics &
Math'matics & Poetics
Think Lobachevsky.
Well. How 'bout Riemann?
Zeta function says it all.
How's that, professor?
I remember in my college days
I was reading a poster
My English professor
came by and said
"Do you want to spend your life looking at posters? "
I was looking for a dance....
bundles of atoms
the universe sentient~
mass for masses sake
“We are the cosmos made conscious
and life is the means by which
the universe understands itself.”
~Professor Brian Cox
Here lies Emmett Kermit Lavender
Whose time was summarily cut short
When he insulted his English professor
With an unnecessarily caustic retort
written April 26, 2022
Bones of the weak
Lie but not here
(The series of epitaphs appearing here
written to honor Professor
Prime minister Emeritus and others
whom a fierce dog stole away
from Ugandans this June)
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.