Best Compulsory Poems
Love is ultimate, but with you it was fatal.
I had lots of laughter not until I said “I love you too!”.
Number two was my certified location
b’cos I’ve always reverenced you so high
at the topmost of priorities.
Your gladness was much more than my enjoyment,
it germinated into compulsory duties I had to perform.
My pride became your belt and my shame, your underpants.
The definition of me translated to the adoration of you.
I worry to give us a balance
but you hurry to topple the equilibrium.
My life, a spreadsheet of your errands,
subjecting my feelings into a standby
to suit your taste and exhausting comfort.
But one day!
The slightest of contact with an acid
will change the litmus colour
and a continuous debt by a tenant
will abruptly render him homeless.
Your oil is used up, the engine is knocked
and the lamp has gone dark.
A heart so tender, you deserve not.
Arms once warm have been frozen to rigor motes.
My back is turned towards you
and that beauty, you’ll never see again.
Go and taste the seedlings of the city’s daughters
and the well sauced soups of its young maidens.
I’m no longer yours even if nature advocates for mercy.
Consider my sweetness and calm now as stones
mixed in dough, baked and served with vinegar.
You proclaim “I’m now a completely changed man”,
I believe you, but for the next girl.
Know this Mr. Irresistible guy,
even if you’re the last birth of all men
I’ll never again present my affections for your selfish trade.
Goodbye my past lover, I sincerely wish you well.
You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise your attentive head up high
to be equipped for this compulsory journey oh sweet creature of my seed.
My hands of your molding and chastisement
are already the processing engine of your refinement
my strong willed mind and love soaked heart
complete the stages as you hold steadfast
to the train I’ve prepared for you
Listen attentively as I perform this segment of my duties
and lets take a tour round the routes of wisdom
and gallivant the landscape of experience
while I pedal your feet and smoothen your soles
Seasoned flavored virtues are an armour through which
life’s shots are overcomed
and a colourful behaviour becomes a saviour in times of need
Labor not your whole life in chasing vapour
for out of vigour, flour is made from wheat,
Bread from flour, but all for a time of enjoyment and satisfaction
Guilty syndrome is exhibited when a person answers unasked questions
and don’t force out jokes from your head
or else people will think your sense of humor is on a life support
Sunset is no accuse for the clock to stop running ad infinitum
thus, an excuse is like a punctured umbrella
it’ll still not stop the invasion of raindrops
Your natural desires are borderless, but your ability
to strongly control them is what makes you distinct
from other species in the animal kingdom
Love has no prefix, suffix or adjective
it is what it is and as powerful as
causing natural instincts to be abdicated in favour of kindness
just for the carnivore to embrace abstinence.
He who begins a tale becomes its reference
don’t say what you cannot defend in court
rumour is a bad odour which spreads beyond the neighbourhood
and puts a noisy siren on your personality
Bad companionship will lead you to the garbage
and corrupt friends will join others
to marvel at the immortality of your adopted stupidity
Wash your face every morning with these words
and take your every meal with these lines
then would they be spices
to which your life is preserved.
Heart’s Choice
Caged love’s
opened door
invisible
bonds that hold you within
engaged
Freedom
in heart’s grasp
compulsory
need to be loved in turn
entraps
Released,
loving self
empowering
the heart that lives within
set free
©Debra Squyres
As winter leaves the stage and takes a bow
A gentle warmth rejuvenates the earth
And dormant spring awakens to endow
Creation with a glorious rebirth.
The sun-kissed touch of resurrection's sway
Excites all nature with its full embrace.
Proud tulips raise their heads in bright array
And spiders weave their threads of silken lace.
The dulcet sounds of birdsong fill the skies
As butterflies with stained glass wings take flight.
Fair, fragile chiffon poppies mesmerize
And cheery golden daffodils delight.
Each season brings its blessings from above
But spring extols the measure of God's love.
02.03.19
N/A MAY 2019 PREMIER 4,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 14(F O U R T E E N )Lines
'Spring Sonnet Poetry Contest' sponsored by John Hamilton
10 syllables per line rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
Includes compulsory 4 words :
1.Dulcet 2. Chiffon 3. Lace 4. Resurrection
also entered into :Your Best Poem That Is Trophy (Premiere Contest) Worthy Contest 1 Poetry Contest - Tania Kitchin
I was happy to be included in any top ten judged by John Hamilton but would like to submit this as one which was quite a challenge with regard to the compulsory words and which I feel paints a pretty picture.
forced solitude
compulsory confinement
freedom from the sun
tall walls
large locks
glum guards
the soundless flow of time
yawning years
freedom of thoughtlesness
timed routines
in a timeless atmosphere
feigned freedom
The unknown fate of the caterpillar
Will it be butterfly or moth
Beauty or disgust
The caterpillar doesn't know
While it spins is cocoon
And begins it's compulsory service
Waiting and waiting
To see what it becomes
At last the moment...
My bitterness emerges
The long dark winter had expired
And spring with its vibrant colors was here
I was enticed by the great beauty of the outside
And planned to feign a headache after lunch
While my tutor, Mr. Hobart showed great concern
He gave Instructions that I not be disturbed
As I would be taking a long, quiet nap after noon
I do admit, I concocted a lie to later make my escape
I was free to chase dragonflies with lucent wings
Clear across the vast green lawn
Catching bull frogs in the garden pond
And listening to Old Ned tell those tall tales
To his eager audience down at the stables
Never did I realize that I could be found out
I do not regret my adventures of that afternoon
It was the most enjoyable time I had had in a while
Now I face the circumstance of my deception
I was given a choice of punishment…
Either to spend three afternoons confined to the library
Or have the incident relayed to my parents abroad...
I have chosen to remain within these dark drab walls
Bored to no end, that I am!
However, I must say that I have learned my lesson
And through my fault, Rover, it seems is confined as well
My faithful old hound sympathizes; he understands how I feel
He gives hugs to console me whenever I am close to tears
I know how much he loves me as he never leaves my side
Not even when we know very well, that I have been a naughty boy
~*~
7/7/13
Note: Inspired by the "Naughty Boy" Painting by Briton Riviere. (Google)
fineartamerica.com/.../naughty-boy-or-compulsory-education-briton-rivi...?
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How about a One Pot Kitchen
Minimalist to the Max
First sort out Food
Millet - 5 grains
And a Clay pot
Rotate millets
Every 2 days
Soak and boil
Soak for 8 hrs.
In 5 times water
Leave it overnight
Thereafter COOK it !
first thing in the morning
Slow cook an hour on flame
Toss some greens and veggies
The porridge gets ready as base
With warm soup as the first course
add some crackling spice in Niger oil
Now we need just 1 more vessel ..that ..is ...all
I use a cast Iron ‘ kadahi’ from here on
Flame it hot ..cast iron pot...pour Ghee
Add some chopped onions spices et al.
The cooked millet porridge is tossed in
And voila you can make any no.of dish
And yes. NO compulsory need for Salt.
Now the real fun is ‘time management’
In a 24 hour cycle- Clay Pot is utilized
8 hrs soak 16 hrs to store the cooked
Lunch at 11 dinner by7 that’s 8+16 hr
(A 16 hr gap is suggested in between
2 big meals with light eat in evening)
Yes. Entire day the food stays fresh
+ Slight fermenting is encouraged
some add curd or coconut water
Sprouts ginger garlic turmeric
Boiled eggs potatoes sage
Vinegar Garnish
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Millets in Clay pot
Experience Zen in kitchen
I saw her a milky complexion and a voluptuous frame , she had a name but no surname noone gave her a surname .
I found her similar less incommon a saree she had draped in an impious commotion to look like what she had to look like .
Little choice did she had to hide the wonders of her skin which were not wonders to her , the brightness of her smile nd her cleavage were unholy to them to her , it was mere piece of flesh scotched and held tight without any pocession she was never touched with admiration but only exploitation.
They scorn at her as she is relegated but forget to question her origin before grabbing her , forgot which caste did she uphold because for them she was not a piece of art but a Harlot , her beauty was perhaps sold .
Her feminsm staked for the pleasure of a night nd she cried , she cried not of the pain it gave her but about every remark of unholy and stained sexuality which slapped in her nightmares of open eyes maybe she too complained but her complaints sucked in by mouths of holy men .
But wait , last night she too saw a dream of all holy men where she was also one of them no less was she revered wearing a saree washed with dignity this time .
Her speech as a monologue of her aspirations and not melancholy of compulsory sex . Her lips now echoing the eulogy of her power , they stained her skin but couldn't reach her heart .
Maybe she wants to be a doctor , an actor , a choreographer a singer or a poet but no one asked her . Her demeanour no more sluggish say hello to the newborn priggish her prefix is not just a prostitute , her life is much more than bodily servitude .
No less than a pandit she is a sensational prelude so the next time you see a prostitute just smile at her not for her stained sexuality but for her soul’s individuality because her soul remains
Unstained .
By : Ridhi bhutani ( herfingerwings)
Relative time from departure body --
Thus, from Earth we hail.
Sailing to Wolf at light-speed tardy,
Cryonic-dreams of Dale.
Awakened, rudely, at a mere eleven:
A technical glitch, a fail.
Three years to seven, it's never exact,
The crew all burnt and stale.
A compulsory note confirms the fact,
Twenty-five years until mail.
Nothing can dim the sadness I feel,
Save for my faraway Dale.
Androgynous android without a face
Plays chess and laughs so frail.
Reprogrammed to simulate the grace
Of my beloved, bountiful Dale.
Repairs all done -- frozen sleep begun....
A starship commences to wail.
Entering Wolf's red-dwarf, m-class sun.
Thawed, I recalibrate the ACF sail
For low-level orbit around planet 1061.
The lander is prepped to auto-bail.
Message received at base Alpha Centauri --
Four years to Earth and Dale.
A fuchsia sky and gravity-rich mass.
I scan for colonists, to no avail.
Starlight dining with my android lass,
Upgrade face of porcelain-pale.
I signal, farm, rave, survive and wait ... for
A reply from Earth and Dale.
I deflate and weep at the message reaped:
She was killed by a rusty nail!
On mission eve she planned and weaved,
Then cloned her brain to scale.
Bestowed to a droid, my darling destroyed --
'Twas a masterful, Holy Grail code employed.
We walk together the newly trail --
Zeke T. and android, Dale....
"love pyres"
after the war
romance became
compulsory
not desultory
twin flames
lit each other
up
love pyres
ashes
falling
Psyche rising
immaculate
immolate
in the aftermath
falling,
silence
sings
lit within
kissed by Eros
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Like Snow on the Beach”/ Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey
https://youtu.be/069MS0nKpbg
"Mastermind" / Taylor Swift
https://youtu.be/EJCMU_RxQBI
"Labyrinth"/ Taylor Swift
https://youtu.be/wGbGEUC6F4s
"Ours is essentially a tragic age,
so we refuse to take it tragically.
The cataclysm has happened,
we are among the ruins,
we start to build up
new little habitats,
to have new little hopes.
It is rather hard work:
there is now no smooth road into the future:
but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles.
We’ve got to live,
no matter how many skies have fallen."
("Lady Chatterley's Lover", D.H. Lawrence)
rapture.
LYRICS/ "Mastermind", Taylor Swift
https://genius.com/Taylor-swift-mastermind-lyrics
A bridge has been built between the heart and soul
which has become a compulsory one way route
for all emotional functionality to walk through
from the passers-by of feelings to the incredible mobile hormones.
Subjection to this recent development
has created a legal case and caused an internal demonstration.
The heart stands as an advocate for the soul
as it faces a bunch of physiological lords
and representatives of the principalities of doubt
to create the conviction of the acceptance
of this rare engineering in a being so worshipped and adored.
Such a person of whom connection sits on favour and luck
for both of us to stand out from a flock of lovers;
voracious for each other from head to buttock
with a schizophrenic longing all round the clock;
giving the soul a reason to talk and a smooth platform to walk
puts the body in totality into a passionate knock.
Now as gracious and as vulnerable as the duck
but unlimited and confident like the Hawk.
Solid foundation of peace is planted like rock
which is well maintained from an erotic stock
through romantic apparatus fetched bulk after bulk.
Such crossed-match desires create a heat
putting differences to a constant defeat,
producing sweet soul edibles to eat
from wheat to meat, enjoying the feat
is completed as aspirations settle in one seat.
All these occurring over and over again
towards a future so sweet and neat
for doubt and fear to lose this case woefully
from the words of the yearnings of the heart
then in compliance, the ‘yeah’ of the host of feelings have it.
How I Got Started
I had to write a poem for Nick
His kindy teacher said I should
Hummed and hawed, prevaricated
Before deciding that I would
Miss Fordyce was so enchanted
She read it out to all the class
Didn't know the seed she planted
It's growing now like mondo grass
I’d read a little bit of Burns
In school it was compulsory
Never paid too much attention
It never seemed to interest me
Spent many years without knowing
The wonder written words expose
The problem is my ignorance
I can't tell poetry from prose
I know not of techniques and terms
The rules of rhythm and of rhyme
I only know the sounds that please
And hope to learn them all in time
Some words that I have never heard
Iambic? haiku? what are these?
As far as my poor brain can tell
They’re double Dutch or Japanese
But I feel I’m slowly learning
By seeing what the friends portray
On this site of clever poets
And think that I am here to stay
Written: Margaret Foster: march 2010
Contest: What brought you to poetry. Dec 2011
sponsor:Michael J Falotico
TENTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
‘My Dear, our tenth Anniversary:
Yet, no planning is compulsory.
Much I do not expect,
still love to celebrate.
Whimsical or arbitrary.’
‘Right you are: Nothing mandatory.
I feel cool in your territory,
but need certificate
of marriage, to locate
where is written date of expiry?’
02/O4/20
Every river has its source but we tend to forget our very fountain
Aiming for the highest mountain
Causing a great disconnection
To our fountain he has given unlimited connection
To the throne of grace
But the rejection is written all over our face
He died for us before creation
Regardless of your colour race or nation
We deceive our selves that we continue in the part he left behind
But our LIFESTYLE shows that we never had his love in mind
Before we carry out an action he has already shown us his mercy
But our reaction towards his love makes everything messy
With our actions speech and thought we spit at his face
Insulting both him and his throne of grace
All he did was to bring salvation
For Gods most feared creation
Just to save us from eternal condemnation
We go to church and make noises
Deceiving ourselves that we are singing praises
It is not compulsory you give your life to him
When you do your life becomes a film
Making him the director and producer
All you need to be is the major character
Many of prefer to bow rather than burn unlike Shedrach Meshach and Abednego
Giving names to sin pretending they are not the same just because we don’t want to let go
When we lie we say its diplomacy
Forgetting that God was never in support of democracy
We take God for granted
Rejecting the word he planted
Just for nothing but uttermost vanity
Due to nothing but our act of cruelty