Babble, babble Technobabble They excelled In their careers Heavy weights Of degrees, fellowships Chairmen, directors Prestigious institutions, organisations Received Govt. recognition Bestowed with High civilian awards Propagate pseudoscience In an endeavour To be smart I don't pity them Pity their degrees, awards When the nation In crisis Corona menacingly advancing Heavy death tolls already Oxygen, hospital beds scarcity They condemn vaccination Discouraging people To avoid it These men of Pseudoscience Creating fear Singing sinister song As if whole medical science is wrong Men are mortal One day everyone dies From experience we generalise Is it logically possible One day one may prove Here's a man who will Never die Bizzare are these great men's beliefs They don't realise public's grief They condemn and criticize vaccination drive Themselves NO SOLUTION they could arrive They simply condemn and criticize For they're smart In possession of great degrees and awards!
Prompted by a recent video of a great man who is a professional and has received a second highest civilian award.
When I say something It means something When I say nothing It means many things Unconditionally I love Conditionally I unlove I am friends if untouched Foe if recklessly touched Scrambled egg or egg fry I make of the liars lying Poetry of poetasters Doesn't qualify in their eyes Weight of their degrees So high They crumble under Light weight poems of small fries Gate keeping suits them Guarding security risk to their life On HelloPoetry Poetry good or bad Instrument of healing On HelloPoetry Poetry an instrument for feeling Nobel laureates You aren't dealing!
Randomly written without much thought. May be reflection of the subconscious.
I love X asks how much I love? To Moon and back! Y asks how much I love? To and fro Mars! Z asks how much I love? To and fro Venus! X and Y are annoyed For I love Z so much more Z too annoyed For why I love X and Y I tell them I am a coordinate system I love in every direction If you merge to a point (X,Y,Z) I shall love you all More than to and fro Venus Two times square root Sqare of distance Moon plus square of distance Mars plus square of distance Venus To be exact!
Sometimes diplomas are deleterious to a degree it seems the cap, gown, and certificate holder buys a telescope and starts using it to see loses the ability to write freely and bolder becomes particularly adept at speaking in snark - so much easier than personally and intimately connecting - preferring critique to finding and being a creative spark becoming expert not so much from practice as from correcting.
I knew a man who used to be my friend until he acquired his PhD then he began to depart and ascend too high for him to see little ole me I knew a few too who were doctors and buddies whose degrees didn’t pedestal them who didn’t let their higher studies erase their humor, make their hearts go dim.
This was inspired by Chris Sorrenti’s limerick, “Comments” (https://pathetic.org/poem/1552996563) in which he bemoans a certain guy named Dupreʹ who had an English Literature degree and habitually made snarky comments on others’ poems on a poetry website but never posted a poem of his own