Best Behavioural Poems
No one likes me - they put me on a register,
you must be sick they told me, yes you're right;
my mother made an amazing statement - like this:
'There was nothing more exciting than a twelve year old boy.'
Let's digress: all these things happen in the animal kingdom,
we are supposed to be of higher intelligence and morals,
animals have no knowledge of God or human morals,
they have their own codes, territorial and hierarchy.
That being said, humans are animals, behavioural;
we come to another idea - God should nudge us back on track,
he created us, has responsibility, not hide behind 'man-made,'
no wonder his fantastic creation, design, began to fade.
I'm locked away now, I know it's best if I don't get out,
perhaps you can tell me -what was God's plan really all about.
Psychoanalysis
Vanity and ecstasy overwhelm the minds of people
Who gloat with conceit and display
Pompous arrogance as they parade themselves
Before the public as chosen vessels for behavioural
Rewards, determined by themselves as acceptable
To indulge in the belittling of others!
This defines their existence as noble in cause.
When they, the elite, rendezvous with fate
And perceive themselves to be unique,
Superior beings segregated from those
Who are weak-minded and susceptible
To interpretations and suggestions;
Who have no reason to exist, nor possess
Finesse attributes, and cannot be distinguished
From the herd mentality by the intellectual process
Of their egotistic minds—or so they think!
This precarious attitude can be judgmental
And dissociating; it invites dismal consequences.
Out of touch with reality and full of themselves,
They gallivant through branches in the tree of knowledge
And haphazardly arrive at false conclusions.
Based on a biased perception of the world
That only they can understand as rational,
It gives credence to psychoanalysis.
Sound familiar? And so you hope
Others will be hoodwinked by your antics
Into believing you are nonchalant when,
In actuality, you are stressed out and nervous
To be discovered as introverted.
You will not acquiesce to truthful criticism.
It is a depraved mind that derives pleasure
From the dissection of another.
The story of the thirsty crow,
heard during school days as we grew...
How best in it its wisdom used,
to quench its thirst that summer day
An efficient use of available resource,
to realise a fruitful purpose..
A display of prowess in its fullest sheen,
a situational managerial skill !
Relating crow with intelligence is
not just a random chance factor
Research has already proven that-
This ave is witty and wiser!
Strong in memory,mimicry and
understanding humans as well..
How well this bird integrates in our life
with its adaptive behavioural skill!!!
Elegant black and beautiful
dissolved in it every shade...
Leads a gregarious life,
Shares its food, whenever it finds,
with its kith and kin...
Spreading a message of joy in sharing
and a cordial social life!!!
Chooses a single partner all its life,
Builds its nest, feeds the young,
Protects and nutures them with love ..
Family values and responsibility, I wonder
how it plans and executes so well!!!
Corvus brachyrhynchus-
this is its scientific name...
Genus corvus has in it species numbering forty
American crow, hooded crow, house crow....
List stretches in continuity!
Oh crow! You have your place in
every walk of life!
Research, religion, ritual,
Mythology, folklore, cultural...
Irish mythology sees in you- Morrigan,
God of death and birth
Hindu religion regards you as
their departed ancestor!
Tibetian buddhists associate you with Mahakala
Omens of you are believed to bring
signals from the uncanny world!
You are treated as a connecting link in
the cycle of birth and death!
Oh darling crow! Cheers to you!
This poem in thy name!
There is a fundamental
UNITY
of everything
that "is"
LOVE
is a manifestation
at the
emotional/behavioural
level
of this unity
To speak a truthful opinion correctly dressed
attacked by false faces clearly visible hate
trying to shut down facts crying victim's
Judgemental liars falsely claiming right's
let's look into your heart and see who pulls the strings
Firstly you support human sacrifice
from there on in everything uttered is cornered
becoming a lost cause when it boils down to lecturing
shape shifting words that overturn
the righteousness of our cause and beliefs
Worthless views push agendas overshadowing the truth
then with branding irons enslaving good values
biting with venom hook line and sinker
taking a back seat as you begin war cursing honesty
This battlefield lawless in its behavioural patterns
accuses those caring virtues of being on the opposite side of the coin tossed here where wisdom holds ground
when clearly they are spinning out of control
condemning those of us trying to save them
This split in the tongue clearly is trapped morally corrupted
begging your forgiveness under blindness
take a long hard look in the mirror reflection bitterness
we are all sinners at the end of the day
a firm purpose of amendment brings you closer to the light
I open and close like an oyster
One second showing my true worth
The next unwilling to be prized open
Frustrated by my own nature and the thoughts that put me there
I am still willing to change
Sadly though my behavioural patterns rule my undertones
that mean so well
The words, I am happy, will not be uttered from my lips for fear that
Once i have uttered them i will want to retrieve them with my dual nature
Should i look more closely at the pearl inside instead of the shell
My unrest lies somewhere ,is it my roaming spirit
My wandering mind
Or does my soul want to show me something new
Nature is my closest friend and I am my own worst enemy
This land that i love the moon, the sun, the stars
where on earth will i find me
If i felt as precious as otheres perceive me to be
I could be at rest
Why don't I see my worth
My pearl
My own beauty
Only my shell
Maybe I should look Inside?
Life is dynamic and constantly changing
Any thinking or verbal speculation about life
even with regard to the future
is always based on the past
One may have an immediate awareness
beyond thought or verbal speculation
of one's existence
but one cannot have direct contact
with one's immediate existence
through thought
Words are useful in the attempt
to communicate one's experience
to another person
but the use of words is merely an attempt
to point to experience
It can never give that immediate
direct knowledge, insight or realization
that comes from one's experience
Words are like a map
and experience is the territory
A map can only give knowledge
"about" the territory
It can never give knowledge
"of" the territory
This can only be obtained
through direct experience
When one considers growth and decay
as a continuous ongoing process
of which human existence is a mere iota
one realizes that there is an inexorable movement
which encompasses everything that "is"
including human existence
which is a relatively recent phenomenon
on the cosmic time scale
One realizes the ethnocentricity
or more specifically the "homocentricity"
of the claim that human conceptualizations
are capable of knowing things as they "are"
This applies whether the claim is that of
science, religion or
any other system of thought
When one examines the way
the different lifeforms are interrelated
one realizes the distortion created by thought
when one attempts to isolate
and elevate one lifeform
particularly the human lifeform
apart from the others
The body has an intelligence of its own
which manifests itself
when thought ceases its attempt
to know life
It is a direct realization
beyond thought
There is a fundamental unity
of everything that "is"
and Love is a manifestation
at the behavioural level
of this unity
The drug addiction
Is always an ethereal invitation
From pond to stream
From stream to river
From river to ocean
Grey and gloom none
A relaxing cool sun
Ushering in the evening
A hundred shades of moon in a mustard yellow June
The drug I realized one day takes possession of the brain
Taking absolute charge of the reward circuit
Launching banquet of dopamine
The chemical messenger sending false signals
For more and more euphoria
Until all your dahlias are black
Either this realization
Or the sure annihilation
If you are lucky in the former
Two supports may come to rescue
Medicine and behavioural therapy
The key
To reentry
From gloom
To your ballroom
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May 31, 2016 // 24 Lines // For That colorful drug – Poetry Contest.
Sponsor: Lewis Reynes
I -
To discipline or not to discipline children, charges::
ThanX Dr. Einstein, a parent who takes SORRY & no results for years, is mad. (translation: mere lip apology from teenagers under your roof, with no behavioural improvement, is a mad cycle).
II
When lies flow as breathing does, no one on earth can heal the sickness.
III
Why can't we see: inveterate liars cannot LOVE. Really.
IV
To be open, truthful, is a vital step to God.
V
Little lies add up to big sins.
Here I come in peace
And at your service
Sent to back you up
To fill a vacuum in your life
To supply your world
With the same kinds
And of similar features.
I am to care, love and be selfless
My heart literally comprises
Of precious minerals
And unique behavioural patterns
Priceless, delicate and rare
Yet, I am no exception
To my kinds of services
I welcome comforting treats
To grow, develop and flourish
To be loved, protected and cared for
I was designed to unite
And fix broken parts completely
My emotions, feelings, perception
And sense of entitlement
Weighs more of me
But that is just me
Help me live my life on yours
Pavlov’s dogs are salivating
bells of nature ring as
every action yields consequences
stimuli evoke a response and
primeval instincts dance with evolution
‘I think therefore I am’ jingles in the mind
while valid emotions seek freedom
from primordial shackles and chainsaws
‘progress not perfection’ I hear you say
a cornerstone headway and presupposition
for a purposeful life of truthful meaning
it is only natural to doubt in disbelief
so many answers but what is the question
when the personal is political and
belligerent affairs are demeaning
the Self runs riot in justification
as ill judgements and warfare take over
canines drool dribble spit fire
yet monkeys share their spoils and bananas
humans however claim ultimate fitness
in their fight over natural resources
account for behavioural actions
in grandiose faith only in themselves
the planet is crying out for pity and mercy
and of course I am a mere cog in the wheel
spun out of control from kindness love compassion
a whole is more than the sum of
global destruction as the clock keeps ticking
to the desperate sound of destruction and evil
we are brutal self-centered savages
wild at heart and remonstrate
‘it is only the natural state of affairs’
lack objections remorse and reprieve
soothe our consciences with sweet babble of
paradise with apples and megalomania
in a snake pit in which fruit
fall too close to the stem
decompose into rancid cynical cider
ferment toxic venomous black outs
does or should life really flow on its own
slaves to collective insanity wreckage and carnage
we wield words swords mine fields of Ego
and the world and its nature
could be so beautiful without
such axes of evil bedlam instead of
respect for a Universe
so much bigger than greed
07th January 2025
There's something that they're putting in the water and we really ought to know just what it is
and some who're bound up in red tape won't believe that we're being poisoned by behavioural conditioning
I think that this is absolutely true.
And
because and seems to fit
on the processing of foodstuffs we are stuffed full of their bullshot but testosterone reduced to keep us willing though not able.
It becomes a tad more evident when we realise that this is what Harry meant when he wrote of Soylent Green
Man will eat his fellow man believing that it's processed ham,
I think the 'rapture's' possible but certainly not biblical and more likely to be chemical but that is just a thought.
Yet still
because there had to be.
We've been drinking sodium pentathol because they told us it was
alcohol and basically we're
screwed.
(truth is, it's pentothal but that didn't rhyme so I lied.)
He blooms intimacy with her,
She got captivate and left unheard,
She kept on weeping and uttering
It led her to stress and discomfort,
He sat stable, greedy, needy of wanting more affection,
he didn't acquaint with her love,
Her notion lead on to put one's trust in faith and reliance,
She then executed her sense of awareness,
He wasn't interested in her, all he had a fancy for her anatomy and bodywork.
He framed her in his misdeed,
She insisted to stop and let her wannabe,
She grew stronger with no strings attached,
Her mortality got split into the illumination of Facts.
One fine day, a flame of inspiration gazed her intonation,
She reflected the melody of a light walker in preconception.
Her milestone of reaching heights were different patterns of rhythm and pauses,
All she flourished with a set of behavioural interventions and causes.
social services
children that couldn't get away
patterns of abuse to be broken
futuristic damage control
waiting for the good news
of the village who raised a child
successes of society
to be showcased
learning your meaning to life
the truth of behavioural patterns
reasons for confusion behind the scenes of keeping the less fortunate alive
7 year plans of news stations
shocking truth of what was wrong
the developing stories of recovery
no time to obsess over the bad news
when the specialists sending the camera
enjoy a little bit of power
of changing the world
the truth cuts both ways
what is good for you, is good for the village
being able to sleep at night knowing
someone is there to catch you
if something goes wrong
Why is it such a big deal to be an avaricious & pernicious alligator and just steal from every creator use all our data and turn even the meek & mild into a wild hater...
"How do we stop the lavatorial plop plop of AI slop
Cull the new crop an arch oligarch march to the top
No behavioural fop to an algorithm making you strop
Don’t be a sop to a pack who hijack a stack on the hop
Pander to your dander by knowing how you do shop
When you gander…. propaganda & slander they drop
This laboratory of hateful oratory is what we all cop
Cohorts sport.. escorts all sorts.. come on chop chop
All about the economy give woke folks a lobotomy op
Forgotten besotten rotten dot com bubble did pop
Impropriety no jobs swap entirety of society will flop
Social media greedier needier seedier stronger gallop
So how do we stay dry of sh*t from on high this AI slop
To stop bottom feeder sly lie then no longer be the mop"