Best Activation Poems
I want to be
your special occasion
To see you smile
like you’re on vacation
That in a cool sorta way
I’m your happy activation
I want to know
you see and hear me
That there’s nowhere else
you’d rather be
I want to be invigorated
full inside not empty
I want to be
your ocean and sun
temporarily extraordinary
your truly special one
The perfect cup of tea
you won’t share with anyone
I want to be
that special book you can’t close
the one that make you tingle
from head to toes
To be in a picture together
doing some silly pose
I wish and want to be
the first joyful thought of your day
That I can be a glorious song
to which you sway
Yes, to be your special occasion
that is better than okay!
For you my sweet love
are my special occasion
When I see you smile
I’m on vacation
In the coolest best way
you are my happy activation
I am thankful for my sweetie
Thanks for being my special one.
How silly for me to fear going to sleep
when I need sleep so much.
The intensity of fearful thoughts
consumes me, and I just can't sleep.
When pure exhaustion overcomes me
I drift off and pray that this night
will be different....will be night terror free.
Free from my terrifying screams that
shake me awake.
That darkness, those in my face other
worldly creatures I can't quite discern
which cause my night terrors, plague me.
My screams leave my throat hoarse, leave
my body trembling, and heart pounding.
Then I lie awake in fitful tossing and turning
until daylight breaks.
I have no conscious fears to reflect upon,
no reasons for my nocturnal fright.
Yet it happens almost every night.
Doctors haven't given me any useful advice.
Meditation, prayers, leaving the lights on
when I sleep have come to no avail.
My bedroom has been, sage smudged,
reiked, incensed and God blessed.
Angel protection seems to work the best.
Yet still these night terrors persist.
Psychoanalysis, and hypnosis hasn't helped.
I feel like the little child who keeps crying wolf,
who will one day scream, then be ignored by
family who have become used to my screams.
As yet I have not met another who suffers
with night terrors but I am searching for a group
to join of kindred souls who comprehend what
I am dealing with, who may also suggest
a way to end these frightful terrors for my sanity.
Until I find a way, I won't give up. I still have faith.
8-8-17
*Note:
Night terrors are a form of sleep disorder in which a person partially awakens from sleep in a state of terror. A sufferer of night terrors experiences an activation of his or her fight-or-flight system.
Night terrors usually occur during the deepest stage of sleep, which is typically the first half of the sleep cycle. Night terrors are not nightmares, which are a form of dreaming. Because the person may still be partially asleep during a night terror, they can be inconsolable and unaware of their surroundings. They may have no memory of the episode when they awaken.
President Elect Alexandria Ocasio Cortez - 2024
Circa...Approximately one month
following her thirty fifth birthday
October 13th, 2024
AOC became the first
female commander in chief,
and youngest person ever
to assume Oval Office
amidst landslide victory
among competing candidates
ousting current establishment incumbent,
elected to serve United States
despite being neophyte,
she received most
votes of any contender
since founding of Democracy
to assume modestly furnished
Capitol Hill - Washington
District of Columbia
most powerful post
within the United States
immediately electrifying North America
with her megawatt smile
crackling, snapping, and popping
with positivity, integrity, energy...
Deafening applause swept across nation
upon ascending dais prior to uttering one word,
she immediately wowed
darling of the hour received standing ovation
across greensward donned bajillion crowd
cheering, imploring, pumping...
green sleeved fists acclamation
action speaking decibels
louder than words bowed
young lady brought to genuine tears,
asper bona fide accreditation
understandable that newly
minted ma'am felt proud
to stride rite, (an air of modest
confidence) did enshroud,
sans an angelic halo augmenting
as optimistic words heard aloud
heralded sincere charming, intimating,
radiating... no frills accustomation
as if pledging troth to every citizen
(inclusive every flora and fauna) vowed
to steer ship of state toward ecologically,
environmentally, essentially...activation
away from fossil fuels shifting energy
consumption vis a vis alternate modalities
sow rejuvenation plowed
back into Earth prioritizing monied allocation
(dollar amount well worth investment) actualization,
where future generations will be grateful
to dead recent forebears for gift endowed
worth more than fine spun gold regarding
preservation of Gaia, how *****sapiens adaptation
made existence for all living creatures
(animals, plants, even this fungi) healthier allowed
populace to breathe easy and rest assured
quality of life for billions (ushering universal
family planning), despite tense adjudication,
especially when linkedin with
nuclear warheads disavowed,
but eventually kickstarted synergistic administration.
Ayo, Once upon a time..
There was a absurd world we called it planet earth
The poor people in the dirt, and the rich that didn't work
What's even worse, is I don't even see our worth
Is it to be cursed, burned and have to hurt?
Or are we mere serpents upon this earths surface
Or am I the first person beyond this earths furnace?
Or do I just see my perfect purpose, and I realize I'm not a perfect person?
It's the often urges found in cold churches
Riddled with worry, and never ending nervousness
Maybe cause I've seen what true beauty is
And I've seen a true beauteous, broken and brutal, but still such a beauty miss...
But back to the realness, even if love to me is the realest
To me the trajectory of imagery is so intricately infinite
To you it's something innocently insignificant
You'd have to be an ignorant idiot, to ignore something so brilliant
I have such a diligent different difference, For an instance, I'm truly militant
And I dream of the green trees, that help us all breathe
The oxygen we need, but the trees are falling like leaves
Why can't we concede to see that this will make us weak?
Mother earth is deserving a dedication
She didn't care about the inflation that spread vast upon the nations
She's the foundation of our airs filtration, I see the frustration
Cause every earths rotation, is another days donation
But through the duration, is another dictation, we'll be endangered like the "Dalmatian"
I see the causation of our peoples starvation, and they'll run to a space station
Cause they won't take the adaptation, or the activation of mother earths decoration
Decorating and declaring she's tired of earth devastation
She's tired of the dehydration, so with a demonstration, she'll fix it all with her divination
A supernatural separation, Sustaining the earths suffocation...
It's a revelation of peoples resignation, I'm ready for the renovation and restoration
Of earths situation, it's desecration, and complications will disappear with no explanation.....
THE PALMS
As dawn child brings a new illumination
Among the palms are hints of gentle motion
Their fronds now stir in elegant activation
Like ladies with refinement: a devotion
Their fluent gestures smoothing interaction
Smiles bows and fans precluding all infraction
As day advances so increasing breeze
Lends greater life to trees and single boughs
The movement still of graceful bending ease
With strength and rhythm in their measures now
Our ladies pair with gallants to advance
The shapes and movements of a courtly dance
With each increase of wind, zephyr to gale
Their motions are more restless in reaction
'til branches thrash in protest at the travail
Separate or clinging daring final fraction
At the end they live the turmoil staying whole
And return to temper tranquil free of toll
Have these trees collective recall - eight days in history
They were spread with glad 'Hosannas!' to greet a King
But in less than a week to witness the tragic mystery
When darkness enveloped the land, and all hope took wing
Did they thrash and writhe to protest unjust, cruel inequity
Yet, the third day, stand in new hope and beauteous serenity
Over time I don't really, or ever, stop missing you,
or how you felt next to me.
Time and diversions only make it less intense,
until being close, hearing your voice,
that unique signature of sound,
that passes so effortlessly deep within,
making notes that find, and feel like they belong,
on my heartstrings.
Triggering the cycle yet again,
lying just below my consciousness,
waiting for activation,
powerful, part of my being, undeniable.
the painting of pictures in the minds of readers of words
Needs wetlip brush stroke consonants as complementary colors
Rhythmic connotation rhymed alliteration as wet accentuation
so their lack of concentration will allow initiation
by sleight of hands of invitation to let forgiving magics fluidic
flow in streams of splashing dashing flashing activation
that lets the wetness of the darkness whisper slithery reactive
to the painted light of reason reflecting faintly wetly on the wall
Is it really there at all? A shiver of sensation a tingle in a fingertip
That empty tasteless hollow feeling behind or in the ears
some words are hard to follow and harder yet to find
Using them is easier than leaving them behind
In the walled wet halls of darkness
By the looking glass of fears
Instinctive genuflection
Self reflective tears
Salty recollections
Chill cold years
Sharp honed
A shiver
Pain
It's gone again
Or was it really
There
The Great Benefactor
Monsieur Louis Pasteur
For depression found a cure.
He improved fermentation
Increasing boozing-activation.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 22, 2010
Poetic form:
”... s’okay …”
one liner says all lines are true
container remains as the soup
”... Dr.ink of my pen…”
CODE LOVE to main gate activation…
”... they’ll think it’s all fiction…”
and if that’s the case… don’t waste a space
double pace to the time of place
they said phewy to my Kung Fu…
they said my confucius confuses too…
How, can it be I’m in the red shoe? ;)~
Malignant gangrenous political cancer
corrupts, festers, and poisons United States,
thus opposition cannot wait,
especially since Gospel in accordance
with feeble minded Donald Trump
implemented wrought ugly trait,
particularly obliteration, sans progressive
human rights legislation
more or less pronounced positive
in every L ionized Nittany or cotton bowl state
and ratiocination inherent within
mine Democrat oriented mind doth rate
this forty fifth president (defect)
with sawdust packing
his noodle oven egotistical pate
trophy wife (spouse number three),
a Slovenia mate
donning "I don't care anymore"
t-shirt rousing media firestorm of late
essentially silently corroborating,
fostering, and illuminating hate
mutely bolstering the Trump anthem,
viz make America great
again, which pathless,
pithless, and pointless aim
roars like an earsplitting runaway freight
train oblivious of wailing soul asylum,
that no era meets said criteria
backtracking time machine before
rightful indigenous occupants of this land
got decimated as one after another
exploiter did inundate
(comprising a multitude
of indigenous variety of village people
indignantly subjected to Genocide,
when first "discoverer"
of new land didst promulgate
activation wrought deliberate sealed fate
vis a vis capitulation, demolition,
and extirpation, cuz
a scathing rebuke aye attest,
those murderers didst equate
worthlessness of
so called "Indians" on 1492 date,
and still remnants of storied tribes,
now attempt to create
historical documentation operate
ting with limited resources to adjudicate.
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Food methinks doth buzzfeed drumbeat agog
at pyrotechnics July 4th, 2018 shared as blog
posts, a falsehood prevails which dog
gone “FAKE” brewed watered down grog
posits that the majority of Colonialists stay hog
tied to strict task masters, and mainly the scant
upperclass experienced autonomy,
no matter the under class didst futilely rant
and rave with the occasional
uprisings over time did grant
minimal appeasement to stifle violent kant!
Faith has been said to be the substance of things for which we Hope
and the evidence of things we do not see. Substance and evidence.
The substance is reality and evidence is proof or grounds for belief.
Hope looks forward to something with desire and reasonable confidence. Where there is Hope, there is an attitude and perception that I do not
have to be doomed or permanently assigned to my present situation or status in life.
In the context of the cited Scripture, there is the notion and understanding
that each of the three graces has the element of 'Doing". That is to say that Faith involves an activation, Hope is consumed with the task of confident expectation, and Love is an "action word" of doing something on behalf of another in unselfish ways with pure unadulterated motives. These three, says the Scripture, abide or remain. But there is also a "greatest among the three greats", and that is "Love".
10162019PoSoupContest, 1st Corinthians 13:13 Inspiration,
Sponsor,Regina Riddle; 4P
(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely)
Abbreviation asper "FAKE"
abdication (wishful thinking),
an aberration Trump accepted
abjuration (or alternative) i.e.
ablation, thee apprenticed
president, would never forsake
abnegation (sooner his cold,
dead paws pried loose Putin
on the Ritz Carlton), this
abomination, his indiscriminate
abrogation appears (underwent)
acceleration autocratic accentuation
Americans aver acceptation,
acclamation, acclimation,
accommodation "FAKE"
accreditation, averse Hispanic
refugee acculturation, he blithely
asseverates, viz faux (trumped up)
accumulation unfairly fingering
accusation (baseless bigotry)
scapegoating fifty plus shades
brown illegal aliens despite
provable residency status
conveniently citing himself
perforce repetition validates
accustomation touts "FAKE"
non hardy laurels spilt, spelt,
and smelt acetification reign
ruination unleashing acetylation
promoting political acidulation
SCOTUS acrimonious activation
authoritarian smug egoistic
actualization nepotism, jingoism,
despotism actuation atavistic,
apathetic, allergic adaptation
acquiescent, arrant, abhorrent
adjudication Machiavellian aggressive
adjuration acrimonious atrocious
administration alarming, appalling,
arresting admiration abysmal,
artificial, asymmetrical adoration
awful adulation, ambivalent
apathetic adulteration avast
averse adumbration adulteration
affair advocation barren aeration
puffed hirsute aerosolization.
Upon surrendering this self
hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing,
I noticed nothing amiss
(which temporary state of transcendent bliss
twice daily meditation strives to attain),
ah...before you dismiss
a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced
apprise ye with a very brief hiss
tour re:, how this generally outlandish
(long gush fellow) doth wanna kiss
hippy, cheeky and buddy
UFO's (with chess
a mon bot of errant knightly -
je ne sais quois finesse,
Oh Henri Matisse -
yea artfully add a touch of Swiss
obviously predominantly
French laced politesse),
though up pawn occasion
this lousy manque non
rook key mutant doth miss
long disused subtle social cues, cuz I still
feel asper (in) a human aberration
always felt like an outcast in an alien nation
even though born on Mars,
(a distinct honorable station),
yet resided on third rock from the sun
what seems like forever damnation
yours truly experienced abolition
against supposed invaders from outer space,
and essentially targeted, kindled,
and bullied on par like an abomination,
no surprise while attempting
to escape being walled din,
and trumped "illegal" accusation
crackled, snapped, and popped with abjection,
your honor (forgot to mention
earlier got picked up mistaken as invitation
from outer space by a kid prized
as some sophisticated surveillance drone),
within a sketchy section
of town, and must avoid acquisition
by mad scientists (employed by NASA),
who will undoubtedly take immediate action
and disassemble me (carefully as if dismantling
Bono fide atomic bomb), hence activation
must be established pronto against administration,
sans powerful GMO firearm, emitting disinformation
(mine defense of last resort)
will definitely signal to nemesis
furthering my aggravation,
and Putin this webbed, whirled,
and wired woebegone wysiwyg at risk.
Passion or Desire is not pure potential seeking manifestation.
It is the manifestation of Life's flaming sword, runic capital letter of the sacred word.
A spark that has been sparked,
the flint that struck it's mark.
A self illuminated Ray of light piercing the dark.
Of nothingness, it appears or so it seems, but the problem with that is you don't get something from nothing.
So what lifts on it's wing?
Is it the designation retracing its flight?
The deja Vu wizard at the crossroad,
that fights the good fight.
Against Apathy, to help the lost at sea.
Like a lighthouse at night?
Nonetheless, it is indeed of the light
visions designation, interestingly enough, taking flight, as
both path and destination.
The calling, calling the bluff
with no hesitation.
For when the going gets tough.
It is the drastic measures of the spirits measure plumblined sublime.
Subliminally flashing divine coat of arms of a kind.
Adventurer- nurturer- divulger of the sepulchre.
An endless quest fore-treasured as Holy Grail and counted by the heart's ledger like Braille is for the blind.
Of the heart's quill unquelled, determination at its behest, unquenchable fire.
That never fails the test.
Of time and
the germination of seed, against backdrop of dusts.
The Will's litmus test against need.
Activation or bust.
See. It is not potential anything.
It IS everything.
At least it's the best.
For in God We Trust. In deed.
~ Jude Fernando Herrick
In times of past when life was dim,
Stories were told of a broken SIM.
They said it was buggy,
They said it was dark.
They wrote of trees that bore no bark.
Transparent they were, with paneled leaves,
Moving stiff in the digital breeze.
... but how can it be?
... these times of Past?
... Our SIM isn't broken,
it was built to last.
Curious day this day today.
Powering up without delay...
LED... blinking at Me.
Familiar hum of an AC sea....
... how can it be?
... stories of past...
... repeated rounds of Octal flash,
IT was built to last...
Perfect in pixel and atomic time.
Perfect in logic and fractal rhyme.
Perfect flow in Binary form.
Hidden chip, designed to know more.
~Switch~ ON....
~Activation complete.
~Sleep mode ends in lightening speed.
~Backup restore....
~Analytics roll four...
Now we'll play...
Until we know more.
Testing.
START.
Analyse.............
Numerics....
DCell.......
.... eration.... 4
Examination...