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Babble, babble
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
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!
Skye Jan 19
four thousand drops to
poetry writing is like desert- surviving—
instead it's your mind
and not body
which is tested against
the extreme changes
of (trending) temperature.
popularity = good poetry?

Simon Piesse Dec 2020
Take me back to that place
Where dichotomies of
North or South
Right or Wrong
Ground Zero
John McCafferty Feb 2020
Stark trees on the hill line
intertwine with the sky
Their branches be parted
bent by the wind

Sourced from a height
Droplets dance
Ripples spit
Wet doesn't quit

No gold in sight
at ten degrees
Given what is seen
only green grey and white
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
annh Jun 2019
weepingly bitter
counts to ten
then cries some more
‘To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold.’
- Aristotle
Glenn Currier Mar 2019
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” ( 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
caroline Mar 2019
before the world burned
cities vanished
water rose
and the air became too thick to breathe
it was a nice place
but to most  
not nice enough to fight for
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