Best Challenged Poems
arms my in
you with alone
found be finally can
life of meaning the where
around back me spin
love my hand my take
tide the with out riding or
up giving be I should
anymore me to sense making not
motivation and will of lost
town about all to burden a
useless feeling
down upside me tossing life
round and round spinning
It’s not that I am bald;
It’s just that I am follicly challenged.
It’s not that I am short;
It’s just that I am vertically challenged.
It’s not that I am fat;
It’s just that I am sveltely challenged.
It’s not that I am Caucasian;
It’s just that I am pigmentationly challenged.
It’s not that I am boring;
It’s just that I am gregariously challenged.
It’s not that I am clumsy;
It’s just that I am gracefully challenged.
It’s not that I am a racist;
It’s just that I am diversity acceptance challenged.
It’s not that I am a cheat;
It’s just that I am monogomistically challenged.
It’s not that I am lazy;
It’s just that I am motivationally challenged.
It’s not that I am being sarcastic;
It’s just that I am political correctedness challenged.
(NOTE: Please do not think I am all of those things…It is just a poem.)
days pass
words are spoken
food eaten
tv watched
but nothing improves
nothing changes
i remain lost
and the same
wanting you
wanting so much
and not doing anything right
to get it
nothings being done
because im confused
i want but dont need
i need but dont want
what do i pursue?
what do i do?
untill i decide
i remain stuck inside
this cycle
this circle
moving around and not moving straight
moving back and not foward
constantly seeing the past
as the future runs away
i want so much
too much
they contradict
what is a server
i use white-out on the screen
with ev'ry typo
I WAS CHALLENGED BY A SILENT ONE
When stirred radiant sapphire talisman spurts,
idyllic rhapsodic dulcet beats, hums
the pragmatic leaves lifeless fall
causing a plethora of chrysalis show
where a hub-hub evanescent felicity enthralls..
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__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
4:22 pm, February 03, 2016
Listen here Jack I have to admit
When given a challenge I never quit
I'll think up some stuff
It won't be real tough
I'm quick with the draw and with the wit
DARE TO BE CHALLENGED
Imagine if a human could shed their skin,
Inside out and from within,
We could then see anything foul,
We would bare our brain, heart and soul
Anything suspicious we would detect,
From our toes to our head,
We would be able to label humans suspect,
Or else quite correct, as we had checked!
Technology will one day do just this,
If one’s mind is on merely giving a kiss
Or perhaps we could single out a criminal,
Programmed intensely, techno and digital.
But this sounds so advanced, science fiction,
To us today, sounds like work of magician,
For if indeed our souls can be examined
Are we still destined for heaven or challenged?
Well said, my poetically challenged friend...
Your insight is deep and telling of your sage,
Even if I can not understand your poetic wage,
Tell us more of your triumphs and travels,
And don't leave out the blotter and gavels,
For it is your frailty which entices,
The calling of the soul,
And unlocking of the mind...
For when we read of your glorious battle,
And become the fodder of which you prattle,
Remember that these are the days,
We relished the great dreams you gave,
Soon you will be left to your own devices,
Karma so apropos,
Balancing over time...
Then with great pride I will be able to say,
That I once met a poet untamed,
A free verse poet like you who has belched,
With nonconforming musings, true and heartfelt,
Oh what great cost the poets price is,
Always watching yet always alone,
All to capture truth sublime,
Again well said, my poetically challenged friend!
The post he had expected
Has then been presented.
He had been dreaming to stand
In the green pasture of the land
And overcome the suffering
He has been for long enduring
He went through admittance test
He wanted to prove he was the best
By outcompeting any competitor
He became a suitable instructor.
For his very first experience,
He did not show any resilience
By canvas he was baffled
By typing he was puzzled.
Could he meet expectation,
In that world of desolation,
Without a plan for support
To prevent a probable abort?
Classroom norms, teacher talk time
Canvas building, grading deadline
Core values and tech checklist,
He was trained to be a specialist.
By overcoming all the huddles
He was among the role models
Coping with change is a bit bitter
Working hard should matter.
You can’t dream to inherit heaven
Without working times seven
Do not be afraid of hardships
As they are like internships
Jean Bosco Sibomana
Mentally challenged on a daily basis, preventing me talent to prevail.
we status quo. Faithless drones.
Wonder what it takes to make this go?
I hate this flow, oughta take it slow. But hey ho.. Ay oh.
That's the way ya like it? No!
So.. lets change the tempo to your satisfaction.
Bass down low with mathamatic action.
Precision building with decisions yielding its very own permission.
Shielding any penetrating doubt, this is what they call demonstrating clout.
I'm remonstrating, shout isn't in my vocabulary.
But if its the only way you'll listen and I'm about to do what's neccassary.
To establish an understanding of what they commanding not asking, damn well demanding. We on our knee's, begging! Please! Show us your humanities.
Vanity has taken its throne. Sanity resides inside all alone.
The worlds gone crazy! I'm just mad but that don't phase me I'm something bad.
Gone good. Perfect representation of mis-understood.
Just anuva presentation of what I would, if I could. Worst thing is, I know I should.
Like a bear in the woods, I've pooped and I've stood..
No-body else can see except red riding hood.
Its something like a fantasy. only the few, glance at me.
With more than just transparency.
Seems I'm done apparently, I've ran out of words to advance with glee.
And ya don't wanna hear it...
You are a tough guy
I am a pampered princess
I have the best of things
The streets have been your home
You fight for everything
I like the good life
How can the chasm be crossed?
Or will the attraction ultimatly be lost?
Reasons
Sometimes we think,
Sometimes we drink!
Sometimes our mind,
Is lost in liquor or wine!
The trouble between both black and white,
Is that each see their view as right!
Let's work together for a single master,
Instead of fighting, which ends in disaster!
We could try annihilation of others,
But I ask you, who would go first!
With so much deviance in our behavior,
The human race is quickly becoming a disgrace!
With more and more conflict, prejudice, and discrimination,
What is becoming of our so-called wonderful nation!
It is not too late for us to live in assimilation,
But the longer it is put off, this leads to disorganized nations!
All of us have God-give rights,
Why can't we live together, peacefully & quiet?
Let's all work together and end this vicious cycle,
Let's stop xenophobia, before it destroys us!!!
Written at the University of Arkansas in 1992 for Black History Month, among others, honoring the continued work of my colleague Mrs. Sandra Dupree, who married now Mrs. Sandra Goodwin, I have her letter from 3.26.02. If any questions of my wisdom, Texas continues to dishonor by not allowing to teach as of today two years after www.texasteachers.com 12.5.16 assured employment, she was highly appreciative of utilizing, when at the University of Arkansas with our Challenged Conquistadors, Inc., which many in Texas feels I am a fraud, phony, fake, etc., since not allowed to speak about Harvard University referenced wisdom, since 1997 obtained from the University of Arkansas? As Sergeant at Arms, and National Science Teachers Association member #20039, the Beaumont Library has stated I am a bully, Kinsel Motors a nuisance, Wal Mart & Star Bowl affirm bully, fake, fraud, etc.
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Well said, my poetically challenged friend...
Your insight is deep and telling of your sage,
Even if I can not understand your poetic wage,
Tell us more of your triumphs and travels,
And don't leave out the blotter and gavels,
For it is your frailty which entices,
The calling of the soul,
And unlocking of the mind...
For when we read of your glorious battle,
And become the fodder of which you prattle,
Remember that these are are the days,
We relished the great dreams you gave,
Soon you will be left to your own devices,
Kharma so apropos,
Balancing over time...
Then with great pride I will be able to say,
That I once met a poet untamed,
A free verse poet called Robert Reid Welch,
With nonconforming musings, true and heartfelt,
Oh what great cost the poets price is,
Always watching yet always alone,
All to capture truth sublime,
Again well said, my poetically challenged friend.
I
And Death once told an oft defeated life:
Look, life’s no life if lived on a knife’s edge,
In struggle for survival soaked in strife,
Alive with life, look at me— a red rage.
And just next breath away on edge of knife,
I oft hear poor life pleading from deathbed:
I'm tired of daily dose of death so rife,
Pray, tell me Death, how long ere I'm all-dead?
To this I straighten up to say, stiff head:
Moments do when like long minutes may stretch,
Minutes when look like endless hours instead,
Hours hang for days, days for years, time when etch…
Then be the time O for life’s beatitude,
Then I descend from my high altitude.
II
What altitude? Mean this row seems to me,
A voice is heard: where’s freedom if at all?
Life nor yet death, none on pedestal be,
Death changes only bricks of prison wall.
Life traces a small stretch of graph nigh vague,
Its poem, metered nor a measured bird,
A fledgling ‘tis keen to fly peg by peg,
What’s death but breath not taken nor bestirred?
Eons pass sans measure for endless time,
Nor the clocks tick, nor dare at hours to chime,
Rocks break unto sands, time stills without rhyme,
Stones grind unto grains, earth turns into lime,
The journey of countless births starts with life,
Not defeated but triumphs, time’s when rife.
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Crown of Sonnets | 07.08.2012, revised May 2023 |
In our evolution
we’re ever forced to chart,
with compass and the Master’s rule,
our lonely, needy heart.
Biogenic engineers,
legofederal bankoneers,
psychologic auctioneers:
WHO GOES IN THE STIRRUPS.
By our constitution
we’re challenged from above:
the value of the sexes,
the cost, the price of love.