Best Commissions Poems
By invitation from a trusted friend,
a medium intervention took place and I went.
The building set in the thick forest by a shimmering lake,
some broken sheds looking sad and strange to take.
Weeded and worn the manor house thatch,
a frail welcome and the oil lamp in my face, opens the latch.
Guided into a stony room, a roaring fire giving light to others,
all wearing coats to darkness trance of matter.
Musky sandalwood and smoke heavy on the eye,
cold winds slapping windows nearby.
Tattered curtains reveal a stone cast from the wall,
a female priestess turns into a fragile light, while some stones just fall.
The purple silver dress enriching her timeless gestation,
taken centre stage and a bow of appreciation.
‘Weary dreary, the lot of You’,
the soft velvet voice seeking attention, of what to do.
“I roaming with a hungry heart,
and I invite you to my noble sphere”.
‘And all I see are empty cloaks everywhere’.
You charlatans and prosperous healer,
you happy clapper and commercial dealer.
‘When will you lot start to provide genuine visions,
which are not based on commissions’.
‘This labor by slow prudence not to fail,
needs the wind of compassion to sail.’
‘Some work of noble note is still to be done’,
Deep moans round with many voices,
some shriek from there own detected choices.
‘We need to be one equal temper with heroic hearts,
to strive, to seek, to find the virtue of healing art’.
The doctrine is simple, ancient and true,
Life’s trial that you only love what is worth your love,
has little consequence by the miracle above.
The fire crashes to a flicker and darkness takes the hand,
The faint voice of the priestess so clear, “Wake and understand”.
Feeling lost in the solemn and strange,
wondering about the elements it takes to change.
Categories:
commissions, imagination, inspiration, nostalgia, parody,
Form:
Ballade
Described as “patriot of patriots” by Mahatma Gandhi
His Words, ‘Give me blood and I shall give you freedom’
Are still ringing in the minds of each and every Indian.
He stood for unqualified Freedom with the use of force
Meaning quite against with Gandhi’s non-violent ways.
Subhas Bose presumed to have died on 18 August 1945
On Taipei Airport in a plane crash but with no evidence.
The mystery of his death and survival haunts the Indians.
The inability of the three commissions to unravel the truth
Spawned umpteen conspiracy theories left people in awe.
First commission visited Japan in 1956 and got testimonies
From army surgeons conducting blood transfusion to Bose
But he succumbed to death on August 18, 1945, at Taipei.
Second commission carried its probe from 1974-78 and
Declared its inability to arrive on any definite conclusion.
The verdict of the third commission was quite amazing
It simply said Bose was dead, but didn’t die in plane crash
How and when? No answer in the absence of any proof.
Concluding report tabled in parliament in May 2006
Declaring that death was staged to facilitate his escape.
And there are lots of evidences showing that he was alive
The first being the soviet angle of Stalin and Molotov
Discussing as to whether Bose should remain in the country.
In 1991 a letter written by him found in the KGB archive
dated 1946 that he had safely reached the then Soviet Union.
And there are conspiracy theories abound on Bose’s death
Allegedly both the Congress leadership and the Government
Afraid of Bose’s possible return to India and his impact
None to stop him to come to power as worshipped by people.
He was posthumously awarded Bharat Ratna in 1992,
A highest civilian award but later withdrawn on the ground
As the Award committee failed to give evidence of his death.
Even the Taiwan Government confirmed of no plane accident
And U.S. Department of State supported the claim of Taiwan.
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Second Place win:
Contest: Unsolved Mysteries by Carolyn Deveonshire
*Inspired and credits to the reports published on the web*
Categories:
commissions, august, death,
Form:
Free verse
Realm of humankind wheedled in reset,
Homeland beray, lull to beset,
Scrawling the parchment to a keyset,
Xenophobia in callousness,
Dearth to darn the clout concord.
Orness synergy alliance the terrene.
Berth errand the rassle office,
Commissions detach the hassle orifice...
Pensile the ensile spirits,
Circumscissile recoiled resiliency,
Nuanced tensile expansionism...
Normalise a new normal,
Order the prime heart to bloom,
Taper our united dreg to blossom...
Blight in frights,
Dight the twinight against any affright,
Infinity within.
Categories:
commissions, community, creation, earth, environment,
Form:
Free verse
Nationalism,
like other faces of narcissism,
multicultural cynicism speaks in ways devoid of integrity,
authenticity,
global transparency,
empathy,
active power and authority of and for,
from and toward, resiliently positive energy,
compassionate wealth of health,
resonant power,
regenerative EarthPassion,
more like internationalism,
like other faces of polycultural embrace
v monoculturism's attacks
Psychological, and yet political,
neurological, and yet also macro-economic,
ecological, but holistically E-CoOperative Networked,
messianic, yet also eco-bodhisattva theocratic,
non-violent commissions
and enthusiastically non-sectarian sacred missions,
universal Yang with unitarian Yin truth with beauty principles,
LeftBrain bipolar, except within RightBrain dipolar, co-passioned,
ZeroSum secular Energy Resilience
winning by also winning ZeroZone Light/Power sacred Source
Healthy paradigmatic systems
re-engaging intuitively wealthy FlowPower,
Here co-arising not not Now, again reiterating
WinWin 4D space within ZeroSum bilateral time-range
Political and economic arts of proportion,
balance,
symmetry,
ego/eco-passion
informed by LeftBrain articulating rational sciences,
deep learning authentic nutritional values
for yang's egalitarian trust-conserving system strengths
with yin's compassionate energy/power,
liberally effluent, yet deductively efficient, resilience
Across full-color living canvases
dynamically revolutionary lyrics
indigenously positive deviant choreography,
Power and energy creation paradigms
multiculturing robust evolutionary health-flow charts
mapping effectively co-operative reverse-hierarchies,
eco-art cooperative therapies for political and economic ego sanctuary,
co-passionate expression
Left with Right,
West with East,
North with South
polypathic multicultural power/energy
feeding ego's Earth CoPassion
Communicating across resonant bilaterals
far more resiliently than mere nationalistic
ballistic narcissism's
short-term
anti-empathic
survival of the not fit-iningest diverse non-violent health strategies,
integrity policies,
non-partisan procedures,
non-sectarian passions.
Categories:
commissions, bullying, community, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
As I sit and watch
Watch you denounce the obligatory violence
Announcing and pronouncing the fabricated freedom
Joyfully commemorating and celebrating your assassinated true leaders
The enemy killed not the leaders but the ideas
You buried not them but the ideologies intended to truly liberate you
6 feet deep under the ground,
Saying they shall multiply and long live!
Chanting slogans with no comprehension just for the rhythm and sound
Deep into the ground
Burying your true liberation from colonization
Being sold the false hope of FREEDOM.
As I sit and watch
Watch black man selling his kinsmen to the highest bidder
Manipulated by the enemy to think he is better and different
Better than the poor masses who sacrificed themselves to be his ladder up
You are no different black man
You are just a slave in a black tie
They bribe you with a cheque from your forefathers’ fortune and wealth
They use you to steal in your own pocket
Stealing your legacy to your enemy
Yes they are right ‘You are different’
The difference between us is your inanity.
As I sit and watch
I watch my brothers and sisters been turned to be educated slaves
Enslaved by a mere pen and paper
A piece of paper segregating us and determining our destiny
Desired so hard by many to own to serve the enemy
They chose very well the useless texts to colonize and brainwash you
They planned so well to systematically oppress you
They took the weaker with no vision to execute their plans
As I sit and watch
I watch them say “save that one in a cell we might use him later”
I watch them say “kill that one he is too stubborn, a true leader and he is a threat”
I watch them with white collars reading the scriptures that say ‘a slave must obey his master’ and shouting PEACE BE UNTO YOU!
I watch them on the other hand brutally killing, raping and stealing.
Wake up black man and liberate yourself
No one will
Not even your so trusted leaders
You are not yet uhuru and so is your Azania
They stole your land with a bullet and you shall get it with a bullet not negotiations and commissions
Free yourself
Decolonize your education
To truly liberate the coming generation
Preach not their gospel but Africanism and socialism
ALUTA CONTINUA!!!!
#I WRITE TO PROMOTE NO VIOLENCE BUT TO LIBERATE
Categories:
commissions, africa, freedom, leadership, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Perhaps the most inane entities contrived by the human race,
(Leaving folks wondering why they must meet in the first place),
Are the interminable meetings of committee, panel and board,
Convening for hours leaving participants bleary-eyed and bored!
For many boards, committees and panels, alas, I was drafted,
Sitting through them with eyes glazed as my mind drifted and wafted,
Listening to self-appointed experts spewing their hide-bound views.
What they were babbling on about I had no interest nor any clues!
We could take a few lessons from some of God's creatures.
The lowly ant could be one of our greatest teachers.
Legions of those little fellers get the job done with precision,
Without convening a commission or panel for every decision!
Observe the busy honey bees toiling in the fields and hives.
They have no useless commissions or boards obfuscating their lives!
With precision and organization they go about their employ,
Producing delectable cones of honey for us to steal and enjoy!
If thinking of me for a meeting, include me out, don't call!
For I am not the least bit interested and am not inclined at all,
To sit and hash over useless stuff that usually doesn't matter,
And listening to hours and hours of inane and vacuous patter!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
commissions, funnyme,
Form:
Rhyme
In all things, give thanks.
Surrounded,
overwhelmed by claustrophobic depression,
gratitude.
Gratitude, a sacred noun,
positive attitude, a secular verb phase.
Depression and gratitude,
depressed gratitude,
mystical oxymoron.
Impossibly essential
potential.
Repression and victory.
Hope in and through blind and deaf,
senseless faith in power of positions
over doubling down negative
to co-arise resonant resolutions.
Suppression yet naked clarity,
dualdark yet light-squared
and cubed
and fractal holonic,
holy,
sacred self enslavement,
mortality
despair.
Desecrated Earth
and inhumane capitalized bodies,
giving thanks
in dawn's promised dusk.
Within,
above,
below all,
giving thanks receiving thanks,
sacred acclimating gratitude,
humbling attitude.
Great commissions,
emissions,
omissions;
elevating attitudes
descending through our past.
Elevators rise to fall to rise
within great and small commissions.
Paradise fulfills embryonic love
as love grows roots in positive faith
as faith emerges out of naked hope
as hope fertilizes absence of mistrust's despair.
Desperation's absence
begins with absence of pathological denial,
returning Earth's embryonic trust
with mistrust,
light squared fertility
returning dualistic darkness.
Energy is capital,
our regenerative god
and our degenerating idolatry.
Our subsidies
grow our investments in future health
and our divestments out of past pathologies.
Information is the capital derivative of energy,
as exformation departs from embryonic negentropy.
Great commissions of gratifying robust systems
grow from small omissions of dissonant mistrust.
In all trusted and mistrusted things, give thanks.
Categories:
commissions, depression, faith, health, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Elect
election and prohibition
cavaliers of discresstion
president of election
commissions of the government
suits high orders
decisions with fund-raisers
Washington awards leaders
makebeleivers
deceivers
ankle bighters
tight rope divers
diplomatic survivors
germanium priestess
less to gems and old tyrants
speaking the words of listeners
illuminate fire breathers
Written tonuhalan10/4/06
Categories:
commissions, visionary,
Form:
What is it about your enchanting gaze
That has sent my heart to fire?
I am engulfed completely within the blaze
And burning up in this eternal desire.
What is it about your harmonic tone
That commissions my soul to hear?
As my heart pleas: “let us not be alone,
For with this love there is nothing to fear.”
How is it that one caressing stroke
As upon my hand you place your own,
Could enter within me to so deeply evoke
Emotions I have never before shown?
How is it that I should feel such bliss
With open eyes as I dream through the day?
The touch of your lips from one tender kiss
Oh how it steals my breath away…
Categories:
commissions, devotion, love, song-heart, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Freudiana
Famous poet Barclay Cruse
curent toast of New York salons
wears tinted glasses and Italian shoes
and composes doggerel for subway johns.
Acclaimed a purist by his colleagues
hard-edge painter Geoffrey Pyle
earned during Summers spent at Antibes
covert commissions from Armstrong Tile.
Junk sculptor Cranston Bold
collects mufflers and I'm told
often edits his creations
to fix his Chevy station wagon.
Cordell composes way-out music
quartets for flute and flushing toilets.
His father was a music critic
and caned him with his clarinet.
Categories:
commissions, art, celebrity, character, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
The focus in the direction of possibilities and to enter into a bridge of congressional diplomat and to decipher the negative from the positive in all ways of motion and emotional dictation from the view of how one reacts to the situation.
The well kept desire is upon us in the world and our Nation today as I pray for blessings across the Universe and here at the post of the Holy Ghost. the truth will set you free from all obituaries in the west and east and north and south. The illusion is in the optical department in the coloration of how to focus upon the greatest stance in America.
The factors in the elements proclaim to be instrumental in the classic side of tomorrow's storm and the clarification depends upon the hope of releasing you from the ground to the sky. Millions have suffered in the district of our country and the position of agility.
The most important thing is to be aware of all unwanted dependencies and to include the timing of illustrations to focus in the hope that all will graphically step into the reigns of the kingdom of God. For once we die we will no longer suffer.
In the department of comments relays in the case of commissions to overreact in the darkest night ever. The timing is brought about by generating into a process of illumination and to perform the act of reasonable characteristics, Therefore in all that matters is forever forgotten in the days of younger.
Life will go on in the coldest of all emotions and evolutionary programming in the driver side of restitution of returning all common sensibilities and to point in the direction of how one stands in the front of the line of duty and to declare the position of remarkable and amazing stifling potential wait for freedom.
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Categories:
commissions, america, deep, universe,
Form:
Narrative
The Job of President
By Franklin Price
10/30/2015
The job of president in the Constitution is defined.
He really has no others except within our minds.
He is the commander and the chief of our military force
Commissions officers therein to be in charge of course
Can grant reprieves and pardons for crimes against the U of S.
Signs treaties agreed by the Senate sometimes that's such a mess.
Appoint our Public Ministers, Ambassadors, and members of the court
On the State of the Union to the Congress give report
See all laws are executed their consequences to maintain
Can suggest to Congress other things but in actions must refrain
If I have missed anything I must apologize
I read the Constitution and I came to realize
The President has little power to affect us over all
The Senate and the House are the dancers at the ball
Brought up to the surface by the current President
Through inaction by the Congress he's just the White House Resident
Think hard the next election for whom you plan to vote
Both the President and Congress and anyone of note
Without cooperation of all when said and done
Nothing good will happen they'll represent us again for fun
Categories:
commissions, political, , cute,
Form:
Couplet
We'd never know what we meant to someone
Why?
We are not supposed to know
We are supposed to know how we are to someone
and correct ourselves
But the knowing part - hah
Why do you want to know anyway?
So you can take that person for granted?
So you can make that person's life a living hell?
Yes you are capable, my friend
So God withholds information from you
So you can't do all that
The minute you do
It's all down hill from there
We are supposed to treasure people
Love them
Taking care of them
If you can't do all that
You can't do anything
Does God want you to do anything?
Only one thing - love others
He commissions us to go to all the world
to reach people
Why?
Is it because He loves them and wants you to love them?
Never doubt His intention
His intention is for you to be good
Just as He is good
So there
Categories:
commissions, faith,
Form:
Free verse
I hate my door,
I hate a knock...
Cause lately...
All I get is shock
This time it was ten,
Eager vacuum salesmen,
With ready pen...
Each bi-focalled
Painted on smile...
Always ready
To go the extra mile...
Another sales commission,
Delivering stuff,
Without permission
Be at the next company
Before they caught on,
Smiling proud,
Bigger commissions
Where he'd gone...
Now I was in no mood
For vacs, or knocks,
Or demonstrations,
Or heart felt sales remonstrations....
I opened it up,
Baseball bat in hand...
How many would one swing
Send into the stand?
Ten nervous giggles,
Ten vacs held up in defense...
Doesn't matter....Ten
"Over the fence!"
Categories:
commissions, adventure, funny, parody, satire,
Form:
Burlesque
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which can lay us low or then
Raise our standards so high
That we can even reach the sky.
But in affairs of the heart
There can be a flood so great
That surrender to it we must
And revere its power till we return to dust.
There is no way its might we can resist
No matter how hard we do insist.
Its surge sweeps all before it powerless
And we must yield without cowardice.
Once we surrender,how sweet its embrace
As we we let ourselves be caught in its race,
Letting go of all our uptight inhibitions
To be swept along in its wild commissions
Such was that memorable night in Rathmore
When you stepped softly inside my door
Where our pent-up passion swept its dam away
As upon the floor we together lay.
Revealed to me were all your hidden charms
As I held you gently in my arms.
Generously you opened your legs wide
To usher me smoothly,deeply inside
.
There we remained one and united
Until the boiling frenzy of our bodies subsided.
Now although we are living far apart
Our souls are joined,beating with but one heart.
To the power of love we must pray
For giving us that beautiful day
That will forever with us remain
Until we can lovingly meet again
For love there's no reason
In love there's much rhyme
Love's never out of season
True love 's always out of time.
Categories:
commissions, love, me, power,
Form:
Rhyme