Best Breaking Rules... Poems
Those who are now elderly sit and reminisce
of sweet idyllic days which often they miss.
Sitting as families in beaming abodes
whilst a flickering fire dances and glows
Cosy nights in with cards and knitting
and days in the garden, weather permitting.
Snakes and ladders with family members
bed time when fire burns to smouldering embers
At school they were eager and behaved well
parting from friends with kind farewell
walking home with no worries or cares
helping with tea, then bed after prayers.
Yes, they love to recall memories of times
they learned stories and recited rhymes.
Played games with balls and skipping ropes
grew up with imagination, dreams and hopes
Now the old are found to sit and moan
at the new technology they are shown
the transportation speeding past
how times have progressed much too fast
What happened to appreciating what you got
being thankful despite not receiving a lot
Now seized by temptation, money and greed
today we're consumed by the need to succeed
The loud and so-called 'unique' youth
appear as disorderly, rude and uncouth
the bright, colourful and distinct attire
Is received as offensive, obnoxious and dire
Teenagers walking in packs of elite
music blasting with no rhythm or beat
the old will avoid and cross the road
feeling hostile on return to their abode
The clashes in cultures cause opposition
juveniles grow with too much ambition
thoughts consumed with riches and fame
money, films, music and fashion to blame
little time for families, never mind schools
displaying no respect and breaking rules
What happened to growing with parents as guide?
what happened to strolling in the countryside?
Dreams from the distant past calling me
how can I stop in the middle of this race?
In this crowd I am just another face
of losing dreams which I once loved to see,
no looking back we're now on a racing spree,
changing lanes,breaking rules to increase pace
Dreams from the distant past,
sleeping in them my never grown wish tree,
faded dreams of making the world a better place
life is now just plastic smile and cold embrace,
at the end we're not,what we wanted to be
Dreams from the distant past.
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Placement:4th (August 2012)
Contest:Rondine the Traffic of Life
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
By:kash poet
29th July 2012
RONDINE: it is poetry form consisting of two stanzas, a septet (7 lines), and a quintet (5 lines), making the poem a total of 12 lines.
Like the Rondeau there is a refrain which repeats the first phrase of the first line.(R),
The RONDINE has a rhyme scheme of, a.b.b.a.a.b.R. a.b.b.a.R.
Walking through the crowded halls
Posters stuck up on the walls
Talking to friends till we're almost late
Trying to remember that project due date
Cheering loudly at every football game
Trying to not get caught breaking rules we think are lame
Worrying about how to dress
Trying to deal with all the stress
Juggling jobs on the side
Squeezing through halls that aren't that wide
Studying last minute for a test
Being told to do our best
Participating in a club
Taking advantage of the sub
Not to mention all the fights
And feeling like we have less rights
Being ruled by every bell
Sometimes to us school seems like hell
Wishing we could text in class
Being told we need a hall pass
Playing in the marching band
Eating lunches we think are bland
Dressing crazy on spirit week
Being told in class not to speak
And after all the graduation fuss
Our High School memories will always haunt us..
‘Out’-discipline!
“Teacher, beaten by student.” “Student stabs another in squabble.”
“Teachers found without Lesson Plan.” “Noise level unbearable.”
Unfortunately, these would only be a few of the sordid headlines;
To duly ‘captivate’ readers, if every school had its own newsletter.
The very fabric of our beloved society has become deteriorated;
Because our homes and schools have failed to function effectively.
The consequences of this failure are dramatic and far-reaching.
Therefore, immediate redress for this chaos, we should be seeking,
Teachers frequently liming; the nation’s youths, we not educating.
Usually unprepared: for work, at work; and, not completing work.
The students are not: studying, doing home-work, nor assignments.
All busy; yet, finding time for gambling, hustling, surfing ****, etc...
The school surroundings depicting ‘pollution party;’ absolutely nasty.
Manners no longer, “maketh man...” nor woman, much-less children.
This is every school’s catastrophe; total, complete, present-day anomie.
Bending/breaking rules, norms, morals or ethics - ‘perfect’ indiscipline.
Indiscipline! Everyone fed-up: teachers, students; even the parents.
Who is now responsible? Corrective measures must make statements.
‘Heads must roll’ for incompetence; ‘butts should burn’ for laziness.
Neither students nor teachers must be ‘late for school,’ or ‘bussing a lime’.
Punishment must definitely be meted out for disrespect to teachers.
Actions must be taken for insubordination, and also for instigation.
Indiscipline must be addressed immediately and harshly, to redress...
We fed-up! We taking absolutely drastic measures to ‘iron-out’ this mess.
End
By: Dion Penville
i love ice cream in the summertime while sitting on the edge of the lake with my feet wading in the water then catch a breeze so gentle and sweet - I pray another one just like it will pass through.i love a beautiful thought going through my head that is so sweet that it makes no difference that it's not real - because I get the same sensation;Only there is no price to be paid, no one to praise... but goodness for goodness sake. i love just feeling good and being grateful. for being reasonably
healthy after all i have done to defile my temple, and laffing for no other reason but for at that moment nothing is making me sad.i love being in a place where i can be caught up in my thoughts, knowing that i still have friends to share them with and that when i come down from this ivory tower of joyous thoughts. i can dry my feet off - turn on fake air and be ready to analyze some important issues, like which one of my grand kids, has which one of my traits oh well that's it for now...I wrote this all because i read this poster. Yeah i like breaking rules too, so i enjoyed writing this with no punctuation and little i's instead of capitol I's...https://fbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xpa1/t1.0-9/1504073_732390496818098_5832240819954108140_n.jpg
Verse A:
Oh how you've honed rebellion, made an art of breaking rules
Just to garner my affection, but I didn't have the tools
(And I never suffered fools - no I never suffered fools)
I loved you with my diligence and bent my back to make
A bridge of opportunities and a path for you to take
(Cleared a passage for your sake - yes a passage for your sake)
Chorus A:
Can you see it, in the mist
There on high - there on high?
There's an arch, heaven-kissed
In the sky, the hazy sky
You may not see it now
But I built it strong with love
And one day it will hold you
Bye-and-bye, bye-and-bye
Yes, one day it will hold you
Bye-and-bye.
Verse B:
Oh I know how I've failed you in many ways I can't explain
We'll never have a friendship - I've caused you so much pain
(So many wounds remain - yes so many wounds remain)
Still I love you to my marrow, with a magnitude, profound
And I built a span, enduring, so you'd walk on solid ground
(So you'd be safe-and-sound - yes so you'd be safe-and-sound)
Chorus B:
Can you see it, in the night
There on high - there on high?
There's an arch, burning bright
In the sky, the somber sky
Perhaps you can not see it
But with love, it long endures
And one day it may save you
Bye-and-bye, bye-and-bye
Yes, one day it may save you
Bye-and-bye.
Verse C:
Oh I know my life is waning, and my faculties are weak
My strength is failing daily, and I've lost my grand physique
(Now my prognosis is bleak - yes my prognosis is bleak)
And though I can not tell you how I feel before I go
I know someday you'll cross that bridge, and then, my son, you'll know
(Just how much I love you so - yes how much I love you so)
Chorus C:
Can you see it, through the storm
There on high - there on high?
There's a refuge, safe and warm
In the sky, the windy sky
I know that you can't see it, but have faith that it is there
I molded it with these two hands, with kindness, love and care
So every time you need a bridge you'll know that I am there
To carry you to safety
Bye-and-bye, bye-and-bye
Yes, to carry you to safety ...
Bye-and-bye.
(Repeat Out)
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Bridge Over Troubled Waters" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
I am eating lasagna
In an unfinished room
By myself all alone
Music plays backwards
In the absence of moonlight
Middle of day
Somewhere else
I can't see the stars
And I think about Harry
Just ent'ring the bank
Overwhelmed
Excitedly taking it in
Thirty more minutes
Of ad-free music
And it's not so cold
Not in here
Not as cold as it is
Where I was
The walls are gray
And splotchy white
The lights
Out
Is the electricity
Back on?
Will I ski
On Wednesday?
Hans Castorp will
Breaking rules
It was just
A little anemia
He was only
A little anemic
Take me away
Take me to Der Zauerberg
Thin air
Away
Away
So far away
But they won't let me sleep
Verge of tears
But a smile spills out
It's a mess, I'm a mess
But I don't care to clean
So I'll call it art
I'm not painting pretty
Not anymore
I'm something else
A piece
Of abstract
Art
Love makes you stupid.
It makes you wait
by the phone,
praying that it rings.
It numbs the annoyance,
‘cuz when you hear them,
it’s all worth it.
Love makes you stupid.
It has you commit
before you know all the facts,
you just want to be theirs,
so it’s no looking back.
You’re madly in love,
and you’re never mad long,
with them you feel joy,
more than you had when alone.
Love makes you stupid.
Things will end
when they need to,
pop back up
when they don’t,
have you fighting
the hard truths,
like “you loved all along”.
You never did stop,
just got better at hiding.
Took big steps
in denial.
Told yourself
you weren’t lying.
Love makes you stupid.
It has you
writing these poems.
How many ways
to disquise
in words
that you love him.
Love makes you stupid.
Suspicious behavior.
Doing things,
breaking “rules”,
not thinking twice,
pushing full speed ahead,
got yourself on that ride.
Both of you smitten,
with a love open ticket,
blind leading the blind.
Love makes you stupid.
*sigh*
the proof,
was all in that sigh,
but I know,
you’re far gone,
off riding that high.
Love.
It’ll do that to you.
I always wonder at the folks
Who do not follow rules,
Who violate the status quo,
Think followers are fools.
A traffic light that’s red? Who cares?
No motorbikes allowed?
Let’s speed along where people walk
And blast our music LOUD!
A flight attendant wanting me
To sit here with a mask?
I’ll knock her teeth out; maybe then
She’ll be afraid to ask.
A bicycle chained up outside?
The owner’s not around,
So I can take it for myself
And show off what I’ve found.
The list can just go on and on;
This stuff just isn’t right,
Yet more and more we’re powerless
To stand our ground and fight.
When rules are made and put in place,
What used to be expected
Was that they would be followed
And not nastily rejected.
Dear poetry
By street cries
Dear poetry sorry for using you to tell news express views
Show and prove how words are tools that manifest moods
So i adopted the trade ways like babies from test tubes
Started to rescue give answers to clues
Exposing the truth that causes you to choose
Giving the option to win or lose
Please approve apologies for being rude
Breaking rules supplying the masses with jewels
Praying to reach more than a few
Telling the youth life is worth more than shoes
Through Christ life is delight and brand new
Poetry is how i let lose to produce my stated proof
Don't get mad at what i do
It compliments you times two
No matter if i speak happiness or blues
I've developed a passionate fuse
That don't care about whose who or you tube
I say what i say then my pen begins to move
To the facts we often would allude
Not only are you vulgar but so crude;
(Also vain if you want to add that.)
What you did thought was implicit
To everyone else seemed to be illicit.
Was obscene, absurd and ridiculous
Language used completely ludicrous;
Sure looked suspicious leaving scene;
Left trail of blood from a ruptured spline.
Philosophy often contained curiosity
Face looked awful committing an atrocity;
For hours and days did sit and stare
At women with bodies that were bare.
Poems he wrote were always incomplete
Continually forgot to raise toilet seat
Laughed so much and could not quit
Left his mark by dribbling all over it.
Left town and went on an expedition
After breaking rules about prohibition
Looked at oddly when orange hair observed;
Avoid my miserable body drivers swerved.
Appeared to be apparent us he loathed
When his filth was seen all unclothed
On arm wore image of Putin tattooed
Everyone thought was vulgar and crude.
We are starting to think that
Trump is no laughing matter
at all. Should clumsily slip
and break stupid neck in
shower stall.
Jim Horn
Woke up during night when I found
this poem on my mind hanging around.
Strange. It said that my poem was
written on February 15th. It is the
16th here already in Bolivia, NC
where I live. Oh, well.
Limitless as it plays in its macro structure,
On the nano level breaking new theories,
Is the big Bang an illusion of infinite design?
Reality, an illusions of consciousness to our existence.
A foray into an unending process to define the divine?
What of the God particles from a collision course?
Reinvent bench marks in our formulae formations?
Would the constants hold with the ground breaking rules?
It is the beauty of nature and the infinite will;
That aid concepts and create illusions in our being!
She's oil in the water, that refuses to blend
With a hair tie on her wrist, embracing the wind
Pleasantly dowdy, breaking rules out of spite
Above laws and limitations. She knows when she's right
Don't go and dare her, she'll do as you please
Just proof to herself, it's fit how she sees
She's never lukewarm, laid back or fickle
It's out of her norm, to feel, just a little
Emotions come in floods of passion and cause
Either, taking her breath, or not there at all
If her aloofness is bothersome and you're pained with concern
Ask and she'll admit, it was too insignificant to be learned
You can't make her debate over anything political
She doesn't care, either way. Not even a little
Her mind is closed shut, accepting no visitors
If you don't live inside, you don't exist to her
A small minded person? Not even close
Pick at her brain. She'll give you a dose
A hardy helping of knowledge, about what she pursues
accrued information. Advice you can use
Sure, she's a challenge from a different planet
She doesn't ask for acceptance, but will quickly demand it
This is her world, you're merely a guest
A Martian for entertainment at its very best
Breaking rules to make new rules
Chasing godly minds to fish out moles
New pals while old were in **** holes
With them in d quarters of my life I make some new goals
Jumping cliffs that could break ma back
Trekking distances that could get me wack
Swapping my gentility for ruggedness
Oh I sing Aluta while pop washes away
Isn't ma white turning grey?
A murmur that leads my heart to sway
On a mission which vision was seen
In which yellow leaves would turn back green
And success would wash away my sin
Only patience foes I lost to recall
Would join d crew in d merriment mall
Those that sees nt would be seen not
That is karma taking it's course just
With the Patience Old and The Destined New........ A new life begins.
Today’s a time for breaking rules
And telling jokes and playing pranks,
Since it’s the day of April Fools;
For warning you, I need no thanks.
Just be aware of what you hear
Or what you see or even read.
On April Fools’ the atmosphere
May swirl around with smiles we need.
The weather even seems confused –
First rain, then sun and later, storms,
With Mother Nature quite amused
As coats are shed from wind that warms.
Right now I’m soaking up the sun;
My calendar is newly flipped.
For what takes place ‘til day is done,
I think I’m fairly well-equipped.