Best Accomodate Poems
There is a beautiful little village
Down a long rainbow coloured country lane
Known to only a few
Where collective colourful characters reign
The residents of Rainbow Village
Are a creative colourful bunch
Who meet every week religiously
At the local Village Inn for Sunday lunch
Mr Red is the local policeman
He is driven and a natural born leader
Decisive, firm but fair
Authoritative while following police procedure
Policeman Red married Miss White
The villages well loved librarian
An independent calm gentle soul
A compassionate revered humanitarian
Together they have a daughter
A little girl called Pink who is ten years old
A playful ,sensitive, loving child
Adventurous and bold
Dr Brown is the villages doctor
A warm natured, comforting, reliable man
Who is married to Dr Blue the local veterinarian
A kind ,caring dependable bloke who will help anyone he can
Miss Purple is the towns local artist
Beautiful, talented and unique
Unbelievably imaginative and creative
Her colourful creativity is displayed on every cobbled street
Mr Green is Rainbow Villages resident gardener
A young man totally at one with nature and harmony
The village is abound with happy, bright colourful flora
As far as the eye can see
Mr & Mrs Orange are both school teachers
Both are optimistic, enthusiastic and love to teach
Energetic ,cheerful and passionate
Learning and education never far from their minds reach
Mr Grey , l should say Mayor Grey
Has the village and residents best interest at heart
Always calm, composed and diplomatic
Supporting locals with their creativity, colour and art
Miss Yellow runs the village general store
A lovely outgoing lady with a heart of gold
Always trying to accomodate all the residents wants and needs
Her produce is quality so be quick or it will be sold!
Mr Black is the publican of the Rainbow Inn
An intriguing powerful fellow
A somewhat mysterious man
Who is secretly and hopelessly in love with Miss Yellow
Rainbow Village is a wonderful place to reside
Full of incredible interesting and varied folk
Not always do they see eye to eye
Yet come Sunday all gather and unite over lunch and a joke
Categories:
accomodate, beautiful, color, community, creation,
Form:
Rhyme
THE ZULU CRIER
Where thou thee
Sons of Afrika
There over the edge is a halo
It's coming to crown the world
He who stands wear it first
So rise up my people, my children
For we had long remain knelt to the giant
That charmeleon, Ananse of our indiference
End him now with the swords of oneness
You Asante man marry that Buganda maid
You Zulu landlord accomodate that Fula
Thee Igbo barter with that Nubian
Yee men, men of this land, I call !
All tribes, all caste of Afrika
Know thy neighbour
Break the land's fences down
And travel the sands and the rocks
From Cape Town to Alexandria
From Capo Verde to Eritrea
And share the goodness, tastes of Afrika
Of our new communism
The twenty firsst revolutionary calls
Now, Now, before the sun downs
With joy and pride.
Awake Mama Afrika !
Categories:
accomodate, history
Form:
Prose Poetry
Here's sumthing I kinda find funny
All these friends around really don't know me
everyone has a reflection here of
Stay outa my image if you can't look in the mirror
Now you can go with this or that
Whatever you choose, passion is where it is at
I will never gyrate to accomodate
your irate
as of this date i can and will be someone you hate
Passive agression
I thought this was a two way conversation
I'm just saying............ I see your lips moving but I don't feel nothing but a breeze
I could see your body language had nothing to comment
and this my friend i peeped on you with ease.
Categories:
accomodate, friendship,
Form:
Personification
Too large for most to accomodate,
If it is important he'll be late.
Sometimes vulgar and crude to the core.
Never mistaken as the boy next door.
A hard headed Giant that's misunderstood.
Entirely too intellegent for his own good.
Cares for nobody but himself
and anyone else in need of help.
A bit chauvanistic, a womans man
bedding as many as anyone can.
Intimidates others just for fun.
An aberration to most, enigma to some.
He takes a few drugs. Make that many.
Rarely his pockets carry more than a penny
He eats too much and never enough.
Gives as good as he gets, It's only stuff!
He is never wrong, less often right.
His sense of humor is quite the riot.
I have never known a man such as he.
Always there when I've been in need.
Talk all you want and think as you may
Sure he has a few faults, but he is really ok
A brash gentle giant who will often offend.
My brother, my buddy, my friend to the end.
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Categories:
accomodate, friendship
Form:
Free verse
When without umbrella
it poured mind wandered
how if it rained horizontally
it would rain as a blanket above
and not stagnate to breed bacteria
no spoiling of leather shoes
cow dung on road is waste
but in farm is manure
rain on road is not of much use
in lake in farm its lifeline
>^^<
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By Hitendra Mehta
April 2011
For Members contest - Stream of Conciousness by Debbie Guzzi
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Categories:
accomodate, fantasyfarm,
Form:
Free verse
An expression of a Nurse
I am a Nurse,
I am loved by few and hated by many
Everyday I dedicate my life to saving lives of others
From 7 o'clock in the morning to 7 o'clock in the evening
Whether its winter, whether its Summer
Day and night I sacrifice my comfort
And put myself at risk of developing deep venous thrombosis
Through standing
Swimming in life threatening infections
And deadly diseases
Yet I am loved by few hated by many.
My dedication, my determination,My willingness, my passion, my care
They are all never recognized
Only my mistakes are visible in the eyes of everyone
Because I am loved by few hated by many
From vomitus to faeces, Urine to blood, sweat to sputum
My hands discriminate none
In all body orifices they navigate to heal where it is injured
Assess where it is wrong and comfort where there is pain
From head to toe they travel to provide holistic nursing care
To bring back good health to those afflicted by sickness
Yet I am loved by few hated by many
I am a Nurse, hate me, love me
My hands will always be receptive
To accomodate your entrance.
Categories:
accomodate, bereavement, depression, emotions, hate,
Form:
Free verse
I've been single now for quite some time.
Home alone, just me and mine.
It's nice to hear the clock tick,
whenever peace is what I seek.
Play my music to suit my mood.
Cook my own favoutite food.
But something's missing from the mix.
Something niggling to be fixed.
I can't decide what it is I crave.
A prince, a knight, a rogue, a knave?
Why would I want to spoil my fun
Try to accomodate someone?
I can't help it, I am a flirt.
I need a hand beneath my skirt.
The push and pull of minds that meet.
The tender act that is so sweet.
But how to meet that special one?
Crux of my problem, 'tis troublesome.
Those dating sites have dulled my brain.
Revolving faces drive me insane.
Like The Paul Jones from years ago.
Where circles whizz then slow.
Until face to face with God knows what.
When one was put on the spot.
Now, they just keep whizzing by.
Reluctant to stop, just want to spy.
Too old, too young, too fat ,too slim.
They make decisions on a whim.
It's all kiss me quick, next one please.
I refuse to get down on my knees.
I'm sure in time my urge will pass.
Not want that hand upon my ass.
Nor want to tease or be held tight.
Or even end up in a fight.
In the meantime I'll keep looking.
To try and get something cooking.
Categories:
accomodate, absence, boyfriend, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
I've always looked rather young for my age, or so I'm told,
But a kid in the burger joint today was ever so bold!
He rang up a "senior rate" for the burgers that he sold!
That little scoundrel! How dare he assume I'm that old!
Nowadays, when I go to the barber and settle in the chair,
She suggests a subtle "retouch" would really enhance my hair!
The dermatologists says the "wisdom spots" on my hands and face,
Must be eradicated since they are a terrible disgrace!
I used to wear stylish shoes, they'd really knock you out.
Now I wear ordinary Doctor Scholls to accomodate my gout!
I wore suits of the finest cut when I was young and trim.
Now to oblige my portly physique, my clothes look so grim!
Seems my ears ain't functionin' too well as of late.
Hearin' aids would rectify that, accordin' to my mate!
I'm obliged to wear trifocal spectacles to improve my sight.
They hinder my depth perception and besides they look a fright!
Doctor visits leave me concerned about glucose and cholesterol,
Shingles, hypertension, triglycerides and acylglycerol.
Maybe that young burger vendor was right, truth be told.
There ain't no gittin' 'round it, I guess I'm gittin' old!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
accomodate, funny
Form:
Rhyme
violent bristles of the tree
equal to my hearts state,
rattling,with images of she
how can one accomodate .
it seems absurd to rearrange,
ones palace of boundless love.
to make any simplistic change
causes crying like of a dove.
seasons always shift too late
always like ones personality,
a palace door that locks its gate ,
as ours to theirs open casually.
new beginnings arent at ease
always something to be apeased,
So let it surely be another good night.
For my angel that places me in misery.
Categories:
accomodate, depression
Form:
Sonnet
At the top of this mountain
My heart pounding
Aware of all i possess
Once upon a time in vacancy land,
I close this book,
It's last words read,
The power,
I watch as the waves spread
Layering over the crowd
Suffocating us all within unity
The ground shakes
As i lye here
Ants colonizing over the surface of my flesh
Dependent opon the vibrations of my skin
Sand sinking further in my back
Golden braids blend with the light
The grass reveals orange
Illuminiscent beauty,
A land once vacant,
Now taken over by the power of sound
The waves descend,
Ascending farther past this plain
Clouds breathing
Whispering echoes heard from this surface
Over and over,
Once again,
We are counting on this feel
We are losing the hours into the night
The full moon beams patterns
Never seen before,
Only to be cherished for this night
This moment in reality,
A body of vibrations
With ties so loosely,
Woven in and out of structures
Between the buried and me,
We remain threads of certainty,
In this moment,
Dependent on one another,
Through the body of the greater
The body of the ocean,
Counting on us to voice peaceful serenity
To accomodate the loss some of us have never found
I watch as stars fall on my face
Burning my mind, for all that i once knew before
Rising to greet the occassion,
The waves pick me up and guide me through the music
Categories:
accomodate, adventure, art, fantasy, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
(lilibonelle)
Beneath the Brambles on rock walls end
there lays a stately old garden gate
Lost to the world of traveler's friend
no longer there to accomadate those late
There lays a stately old garden gate
rusted and unhinged where it did fall
No longer shiny nor standing sedate
but laying against a bottom of the wall
lost to the world of traveler's friend
useless once and for all, disintigrate
None to repair its rusted lost trend
and by others to lay there postulate
No longer there to accomodate those late
still hidden where it dropped and fell
Dead to the world of the poets fate
lonely, forlorn, left in morpheus's spell
Categories:
accomodate, death, nature, nostalgia, time,
Form:
Clothed by a smile, naked through words
A beginning, bound to no end
Life, an observation to be captured
Freedom sought, by a captive soul
Autumn feels, so much like home.
An unsteady commitment, a promise betrayed
To return, an ideal that reality cannot accomodate
Conflict borne, through a mind too heavy to decide
An engagement of fulfilment, finding loneliness
This hand tires, just as this page.
The introduction of a pause, births stillness
A fallen pen, awakening failure
Incomplete pieces, consuming wholesomeness
Momentum lost, a crutch to prevent continuity
Wallowing again, time without purpose.
Another day, another return to uncertainty
Every attempt, shadowed by finality
The joy that had been, anxiety's casualty
Reminiscing of the old, forgoing the new
Where release was apparent, cells confine.
Not without hindrance, the last stains arrive
To deny the inevitable, or embrace it's truth
Slowed has the heart that paced, passion subdued
Mismatched lines, chaos pervasive
Letting go might be best, of a love without direction.
Categories:
accomodate, conflict, confusion, deep, depression,
Form:
Shadows shift to accomodate
Fire burning in my eyes
Fallen angels anoint my feet
As I cross the gates of Dante's Dream
The holocaust licks my body
Crimson tears bead down my neck
Swollen lips part to sing
The accompanyment to misery
An upturned snear at the scorching heavens
Savage Power stretch my veins
Side by side, my familiar Sin
The world is ripe to be ravaged
Categories:
accomodate, death, faith, music, places,
Form:
Like a stillborn child they slept;
Their good and evils they
couldn't do again.
In a place quiet, dark and
lonely,
Where even prisoners are as
free as kings.
Many hopeless people desire to
go there and live;
Those who are grieved; who
seek death.
The rich, the poor, the famous,
the wretched;
Those who prefer the grave to
any treasure.
They desire to go there;
A place with a mouth that
never closes;
Always open to recieve;
Always expanding to
accomodate-
The vast populace trooping in.
How I hate to go there,
The tombs stones and
engravings;
Oh! what a terrible sight!
Always, I pray earnestly,
Not to travel that to land.
Categories:
accomodate, fear, desire,
Form:
Free verse
I breath lyrics to dying souls.
crafting art for the aching souls.
To see feel and share.
Till I say you see you care.
that expands the strings of hope.
when the mass production becomes well coped.
and it boils their spirits with tender,
when their mutual respect regards no gender.
if I utter motivation to hopeless.
it offers priceless happiness.
but if greatness speedy surrounds.
Joy and Joy copulate more rounds,
and freedom born free.
I draw people's destiny ,
even when a vision is blur.
I introduce their desires.
and devotions conductively like wires.
on the Genesis of poetry,
I poor a tree,
to grow more shade on the garden of Eden.
For a snake to cool down and allow adults to decide.
A forbidden fruit , how it is eaten.
I accomodate all species,
I scribe solid lines for blind,
so one hand can feel,
the prosperity poetry paints prowessly.
then bring bravery to infants to grow and die fearlessly.
Kiwi, made me realize
God sometimes polishes all nights with dark clouds to have a sunny tomorrow.
you may bruise today ,but you gets stronger tomorrow.
Categories:
accomodate, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse