Short Universities Poems
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Vegetable Peelers
There should be schools, colleges, and
universities for
vegetable peelers who can
read and
write well.
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from the cauldron of universities
budding philosophers
burgeoning idealists
determined to fix the world
of all its malice and corruption
AP: 1st place 2021
A constant murmur,
with bickering voices
and occasional shriek of glee.
All when I'm trying to revise,
down in the library.
[written in 1988 - do they still have libraries in universities?]
Trashcans of intellectual waste
Crushers of recycled ‘truth’
Warehouses of stored lies
Slaughterhouses of unspoken dreams
Hiding behind Ivy walls
Covered with malicious intent
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2013)
The tragedy within the new
school of ‘thought’ ….
To know ‘about’ everything
—while knowing naught
Where universities foster
professorial demise
Poisoning the young
—with their fantasy and lies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Training the enemy within,
universities soldier on
Unchecked and unaccountable
They march to the beat of the
government drum
Tearing us apart from the inside
While Rome burns
—and Legionnaires die
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2014)
You went to your universities
rehearsing your autobiographies
and
we are still as different as
chalk and cheese
I suppose you'll know
a chemical symbol
for those,
but
I wrote the writing to spend one more night in
her arms,
she left the light on to write me a love song
and
you don't need a degree for that.
We are crisp green vines looping and curling
Beautifying the dark red brick buildings
Of universities, decorating churches
Gardners revel in our natural sharpness
Adorning planters, baskets and planters
Bringing verdant green plant to life
We are the ivy brigade
Prancing our purity and freshness
In spring and summer
Together, we hope to bring every aspect of Chicano art
to this region as well as the rest of the world.
We have something wonderful to give—Cheech Marin
Arts scene that encourages emerging
Latino artists throughout the Inland Empire
local colleges and universities will research and learn about
the finest private collection of Chicano art in the U.S.
Work In Progress
5/7/23
Once were dinners a'deux, you see,
Was it only a few months, or a century?
Once were schools abuzz with kids,
Teachers agog to see what did they did,
Once were universities,
Alive with youthful dreams, indeed,
Once were pubs with beers,
Once were football here,
These are viral times, my dears,
Once were bushfires too,
A horror story for me and you,
Yes, Stephen King wrote this year,
Once were Oz fun times, not fears!
the philosopher
The ambulance helicopter
landed on a field near the houses
and upset the mule who was
considering the philosophy of
Bernard Henry-Levy.
It had just reached the conclusion
The man was a featherweight
thinker, but looked good in his
a dark blue velvety suit.
When the clatter of the chopper
subsided, it wondered how many
doctor titles and universities do
A man needs to be careful before turning into an idiot.
Classes on tranny and ***** diversity
universities reek of perversity
Discrimination abounds all around
save if your skin's black or brown
Tuition hikes obscene, naked robbery
flaunt luxury dorms and diners, effete snobbery
Not a smidgen on learning or teaching in glittering reports
just facilities upgrades, data analytics in sports
Grade inflation boosts illiteracy ever higher
agree or disagree ~ at least I'm no liar
Imagine being female
In a Taliban regime,
Where equal rights do not exist,
Except when women dream.
Shariah law has taken hold,
With floggings taking place
For girls or women who have dared
To show the world their face.
Schools and universities
Say females can’t attend
And there’s no indication that
These rules will ever end.
In life, our path’s determined
Partly by the place we’re born.
For women in Afghanistan,
Their chances we must mourn.
I thought you were dead
but then I read
your name in the alumni news.
Still hanging 'round the universities, I see,
harvesting young women
whose fathers had opinions.
As for me,
I don't peruse the papers any more;
factorial rotations are the kind of
game you liked to play.
I pull the weeds, I sweep
the path and climb the stairs.
I tie back long vines
of ridiculously red tomatoes.
And you're not dead?
Why that's okay; me too.
Crazy World
It’s funny how
The universities are still in business
Of producing graduates
That speak funny English
And hardly make invention
And the stock market falls
Down street tumbles
That lets people buy
And make profit
Like grandpa used to say,
True intellectualism died
In the year 1929
With the rise in acumen inflation
It was then that
This Federal Reserve of Ignorance
The true villain of this quandary
Traces its genesis
Hope that explains succinct
This universal impotence
Snake compliments the sliding dirt
Slithers the circumference of the Earth
Property of Satan for what it's worth
Young Socialists anesthetized from birth
Don't believe in the evil one
Kept numb for their own protection
Dumb-ed down by universities
Thinking is the enemy, a sin to Satan
Don't worry about tomorrow
A certain organ will do everything for you
Money is no object but women are
Members are meant to be impaled
Eventually Lucifer must be satisfied
Where men have failed