Short Psychologists Poems
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silence.
an animal was born.
an animal died.
the others, neither happy nor sad.
there are no psychologists in the forest.
silence.
You killed my life
by your psychologists, hmm, but my life isn't mine
English woman, I loved you, but your psychologists…
That’s why you are sick, mental killers took for dead our love.
Love your psychologists
In the UK.
Soul killers
Rats running, dancing, having fun in my life
My heart hurts, full of suffering and bleeding
Walk in my purple sea, the beach is a desert life
There are no more beings, killed all by psychologists
No psychology
Only God
Please
Like psychologists
Children read the emotions
Of their parents well
The seriousness
On the face of their mother
Makes them all quiet
Seeing the bright smile
On the face of their father
Naughty they become
More diplomatic
In the world they turn into
As they grow older
LaoTse, of Taoist fame,
like other healthy politicians,
psychologists,
philosophers,
and poets,
was interested in the humor within spirit-nature's wisdom and folly,
as the wisdom uncovered
through nature-spirit's kind and unkind humors,
Golden and ReverseGolden Rules
of robustly democratic moral integrity.
Private Life
Green room, open window, open air
Life, beach, mine, cool life
There is no ocean, but life is private
Hidden in life, there is no
Respection
Respected
Private life
Life
Killed
Dead
Dark room
Psychological
Well paid
Life
Is
Bussiness
Psychologists
Rich
Give up!
Your life!
In the once-great City of Chicago
all the public schools are shut down
Teachers threatened to strike
Parents had nervous breakdowns
So there's on-line instruction
up to seven hours a day
Does that sound reasonable
Psychologists say no way...
Meanwhile, Jewish schools are open
All the kids attend, and they're stoked
to prove that public schoolteachers' bravado
~ is no more than a bona-fide hoax
the feet cannot lie
psychologists know this
they learn it right away
note the feet
if they cannot stay still
nerves are twitching them
or the child is on a swing
kicking away,
pumping into the sky
if they are dancing,
the person has joy in their heart
and an urge to move
hearing a happiness of which others may not be aware
if legs are still, it means the person has given up
especially if there is music
So many marriages
Are failing today
Not because of disappointing sex
That's not why your lover's your ex
And don't tell me your stars no longer align
Or that 'interests naturally diverge' over time
Psychologists will point to a lack of communication
'Cos it'll get 'em featured in a magazine publication
No, Folks -- The real reason for a couple's cold war
Is that the other won't admit that he or she snores
Physicists teach and talk
Physicians heal and walk
Physiologists exercise and specialize
Psychiatrists dramatize and immortalize
Psychologists observe and internalize
Therapists diagnose and mobilize
Radiologists scan and rock
Pharmacologists and Toxicologists mix and match drugs and block
Paleontologists, Neurologists, Meteorologists, Politicians, Philanthropists, Philatelists and the rest apply PHYSICS too... patch, flock and jock!
Philosophers speak mightily,
Assuming deeply
That there is some intricate meaning.
Psychologists insist its
Just survival of the fittest.
But for whom does nature insist
That humans go on anyway?
For the stars, for the blackness?
I propose that nature persists
In the same way
A shooting star does,
For no greater reason
Than to just to keep going,
We exist for the sake of inertia,
And motion ends.
Just as well,
That’s something too.
Form:
Dead love, dead my love
Dead, I can’t give life to my love
I am dead, she leaves
She leaves, leaves, and smiling
She doesn't care about my feelings and life
Dried my eyes
Nobody cries.
Where are so many psychologists friend
The man’s life will be dead there
I wanted her, not the other women
But there are so many lady friends
Bad advisors. Our love is passed and dead.