If freshman year was aspirational
and sophomore year was unhinged
junior year was put up or shut up
and senior year is a dash to the finish line
This year’s on fast forward—and it’s for keeps
every to-do list has value-laden questions
things seem sharp edged, single use and intense
it’s all about trajectories and ‘landing spots”
Let’s wax poetic..
Produce now, or spend fury on thyself—all else is untenable
we’re past youth and ignorance—your honour’s at stake
Suitors call you by name, like well-acquainted friends
they took your measure—you’re beyond the mark of others
they seduce with money—the future brings liberty and noble deeds.
So don the the garland and prove thyself—take the field
join the battle—now’s the reward—aidless, perpetual toil
with every motion be right, it’s thy shunless destiny.
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A song for this:
A Man of Great Promise by The Style Council
Headstart For Happiness by The Style Council
Categories:
aspirational, career, future, humor, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
anger released... thus
oxygenated... breathing
... unfettered for life
Categories:
aspirational, anger, deep, freedom, inspirational,
Form: Senryu
Hello there, oh glowing one
Radiant in resplendent light
We see you have travelled far
In as of course vibrationally
Nestled in a cocoon of bliss
Speckled by the elixir divine
Emitting soothing fragrance
Wafting across the inky void
Dwelling in a dome of delight
Oh dear one, this joy exalted
Aspirational as also laudable
Is it as yet suffused with love
Awakened from erst passivity
Selflessly choosing self-exile
Descending into gross realms
Where demonic fears haunt
Despondent souls in darkness
For if not, dear heart, reflect
We delight at your splendour
Glimpsed by periscope vision
Yet what avail transcendence
Which yets nurtures the ego
Transfixed in bliss thunderous
That is held captive in a shell
Shared not among all brethren
Of what use are yogic powers
If not energised by love divine
Love within in our heart knows
How compassion slowly grows
18-September-2021
Letter to your future self Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
aspirational, introspection, muse,
Form: Free verse
Well! sycophantic misanthropist, verbose agitator of spite
Club footed whore master, couldn’t goose step for his life
Malicious propagandist, spreading hatred in every breath
His wife willing disciple, poisoned their 6 children to death
Demanding patriotic nationalism, big speech carcinogenic
Snickers in vehemence, sardonic grin, genocidal eugenics
Never dirtying his hands, an aryan superstar, not by blood
Master race aspirational, looks into the mirror then shrugs
Doctor of nihilistic supremacy, swearing hypocritical oaths
5 ft 4” gigantic paradigm, inferiority complex, slow growth
Promising victory up to the last, faithful to his fuhrers flag
Cowers from nearby artillery, blasting Swastikas into rags
Hiding amongst his sewer rats, goes insane down a bunker
Mixing morphine with champagne, to alleviate going under
Saved the best cocktail for last, cyanide and bullet casings
Fitting end to crawling malaise, and cockroach infestations.
Biting Satire Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
24/02/2021
Categories:
aspirational, allusion, corruption, judgement, satire,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Bound to form, habituated to conditioned patterns of experiential thought and aspirational imagination interpreting sensory signals, yet recognising the inherent limitation of such stuporous indulgence, awareness gradually unshackles itself from these narrow fetters, embracing the omnipresent life pulse in an unbroken flowing continuum. Hollowed out form, empty and magnetised, imbibes the divine elixirous currents, automatically & osmotically assimilating the soma nectar into each pore of being, in a manner as ordained. There is no doer and thus no doing, the divine being the mover facilitating blossoming, awareness in witness mode, simply looking at boundaries between form & formlessness merging, into an unending wave of ecstasy in motion.
Who comes and who goes
No one here save pure presence
Vaporised as bliss
Categories:
aspirational, spiritual,
Form: Haibun
Look up, look up, so one can clearly see -
To change our world, we first must change our mind.
Up is best and it shall always be,
Hope in happiness, one is sure to find.
Basic injustices cannot make us one,
If true values should be driving our youth -
Equality alone can get this done.
Let us raise the bar we set for the truth.
It is the open mind that tends to engage,
Deceit is always dispensed by free will.
Then, the honest hearts will feel the real rage,
No reason now to abide a quiet quill.
As all earth is in flames, we reach higher,
Whoever believes in dreams, they must aspire!
Motivation Contest
5/31/2020
Sponsor: Shreya LN
Categories:
aspirational, change, dream, earth, happiness,
Form: Sonnet
A diamond is the frozen tear of non existence's aspirational placeholder in placebo cocoon.
Categories:
aspirational, abortion,
Form: Prose
Ignite the barren clay, I need
some rare elements
to tie a thread to the moon.
Upstaging the sun.
Not aspirational he was stripped
to become radical
like the dark blood of a white soul.
Pentadactylous was losing the big toes
under the burning skies
of unmindful eyes. The system
was collapsing. One premature
innocence dies defore the guilt
was proved, in the howling night of terror.
He unrolls the thighs to show the stitched
corn. The seeds step out to prove
the adolescence of crime.
Satish Verma
Categories:
aspirational, art
Form: I do not know?
I was just so young,
And searching for something new.
I wrote a letter.
Pouring out my heart
To you, a complete stranger,
I let it all out.
I turned a corner.
I danced toward a new life,
Risking what I knew.
The uncertain path,
A sort of yellow, brick, road,
Stretched out miles ahead.
Finding the wizard
Was never my intention.
I wanted freedom.
Life was so crowded
With responsibility
I could never rest.
I looked to you then,
As the model archetype.
You guided with care.
"Finding our own way."
Aspirational thinking,
Robust and naive.
You have now passed on.
Many miss your wisdom still,
Knowing you were real.
Your spirit dances!
Stirring our hearts and our minds.
Even as old crones.
Leaping into view,
We remember your unique
Choreography.
Categories:
aspirational, dedication
Form: Haiku
Ignite the barren clay, I need
some rare elements
to tie a thread to the moon.
Upstaging the sun.
Not aspirational he was stripped
to become radical
like the dark blood of a white soul.
Pentadactylous was losing the big toes
under the burning skies
of unmindful eyes. The system
was collapsing. One premature
innocence dies defore the guilt
was proved, in the howling night of terror.
He unrolls the thighs to show the stitched
corn. The seeds step out to prove
the adolescence of crime.
Satish Verma
Categories:
aspirational, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?