Best Conference Poems
When put into groups I know that I never have to worry or step up because there is always an A1.
Arrogant One reaches for the group paper
And the one blue marker, because
She or he knows that no one can do anything as well as she or he can.
It is supposed to be a collaborative effort,
But Arrogant One does not understand this.
I count on this, sit back and wait. I do not have to contribute at all.
But I can try.
There are three of us at the table today.
Arrogant One has made the grab.
Shy One and I sit back and smile at each other; I feel relief.
Arrogant One is yelling out our collaborative answers as she writes them down,
Not looking up,
Not waiting for
Any response from
Shy One or me.
We both make a suggestion. The writing does not slow down or stop.
Arrogant One does not hear us; she is in her own Arrogant World.
I say Shy One’s Answer, and Shy One says my answer.
She looks up, pauses, changes our answers slightly, so they will be better.
I am amused that she has misspelled three, no wait, seven words.
It is thrilling to me that Arrogant One cannot spell. Shy One looks at me and we give each other a silent High five.
When it comes time to share “our” collaborative answers, Arrogant One gets up, loudly and proudly, taking her poster to the front of the room to share with the rest of the educators. Her heels are clicking, and she is all that, and glad of it.
There are titters of laughter.
Shy One and I give each other a loud, smacking victorious High Five as Arrogant One glares at the masses, wondering what is wrong with them.
Categories:
conference, satire,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A really a lovely way to celebrate, the Most
Dear one’s birthday, in a high-tech mode, sure
Thanks to the modern technology in IT field
That enabled all of us to participate, joyously.
It is no ordinary persons’ birthday indeed!
But of a very unassuming and a gentle soul
Which, is the very embodiment of sincerity
And whose only concern is welfare of all.
She is very tough but I wrongly describe her
For we are yet to see a more kinder spirit
In human shape except for saintly people
She is the crest-jewel of our family legacy.
Simple to the core with absolutely no airs
Always concerned with the plight of poor
A hand that is generous to the fault, with
A heart, that abounds in care and virtue.
Such is the persona of our niece, dear to us
Not a word I write here is an overstatement
But an unpretentious outpouring of our heart
That ever beats for our niece; Aruna the dear.
Categories:
conference, birthday,
Form:
Free verse
I look out there
With a curious stare
An informative world conference experience
Should be attended if serious
No one can be seen
What could it mean?
Except for a gentlemen
A message the individual wanted to send
Holding a nation flag, notebook, and pen
A voice he wanted to lend
“I have a question
If we are in recession?
Have you heard of the triangle?
An international tangle
Displaying a thoughtful right angle
Culture, education, and health care
Are being challenged and dared
Need protection
Thoughtful interjection
Important academic schools
With lifelong skillful tools
For once learned
Decisions made are firm
Finding the right track
Not handled like a hack
I took the inquiry to heart
Swirling the Idea, I did start
Peacefully inserted in my mind
A concept I did not decline
Today we are competing in games
Warriors are athletic names
Many view sports as culture
Winning addiction turns someone into a vulture
Accepting the call
Try breaking down a destructive wall
Blocking interaction
Military might form a written retraction
On letterhead
This is better than counting the dead
If participants are not on stage
No matter the age
A surgical mask is worn
Due to health care virus that has torn
Creating a battlefield scene displaying those in mourn
Hopefully studying these two lessons
Creating a socially accepted confession
Commanding clean up the angry mess in
After grading egotistical testing
Minus violent arresting
Funny no spectators in the seats
Pondering the Olympic flame heat
Just like my speech
Where only one person I did reach
Was that lone soldier enough?
To release the peaceful white dove
Flying above
Filled with love
Getting things straight
‘We live in a world that should not encounter hate’
Remember only an audience that has one
Can get the real job done
Since the spoken word directly would be understood
Masses not tinkering under the hood
Engine conversation perfectly sounding purr
Warming the ice-cold burr
Leaving positive talk in the pot to stir
Honestly defeating any army, endured
Categories:
conference, abuse, addiction, fantasy, international,
Form:
Rhyme
A Meeting in the Conference Room
By Elton Camp
The supervisor seems to know just one main way
That he can justify his position and outrageous pay
That is by a required meeting where he’ll preside
Employees moaning and groaning is hard to hide
Nobody wants to hear from the self-important jerk
As he attempts to tell them how to do their work
He thinks that he knows what is the very best way
And the ones who do the tasks have nothing to say
It is a voice of authority that he will try to assume
Just as soon as he strides into the meeting room
With the sound of his own voice he seems fascinated
While his foolish instructions are repeatedly related
What he will say could be done in five minutes or less
But the meeting will last at least an hour, nevertheless
Then he complains when office work gets behind
That he wasted so much time none should remind
The office would be better off if he would disappear
But that he will soon demand an assistant, never fear
Categories:
conference, funny, voice, voice,
Form:
Rhyme
Can I declare a duty poetic,
orating of a love alphabetic?
No honorable intentions,
free-venting my notions…
Escapes in a mere write,
reshaping joys, or spite…
Echoing wordy sashays,
nuances, and mind play…
Calculating mythomania,
elevates to an egomania!
Cast the grandiose delusions aside
Artistry is where pretensions abide…
Like words full of farce,
levitate beautiful scars!
(10/12/2020: '05 Crownline 236 LS, Folsom)
Categories:
conference, art,
Form:
Couplet
This is what it sounds like when the tears hit the paper, bloodshot eyes so they red in nature, still not sure wether they're sad or mad, not even sure if I miss what we had, but I been smoking all this smoke tryna smoke you out my mind, smoke till I choke & you still on my mind, found guilty in the court of love no fine, firing squad I think Cupid shot me this time, I wish I woulda stayed on the straight & narrow, instead I'm heartbroken from a got damn arrow, a inch given is a mile taken, & I'm sure I'm telling the truth but I could be faking, either way I think about you every day so I guess you won, but you have to look at me every day because you have my son
Categories:
conference, black love, break up,
Form:
Ballad
George Osborne’s Speech at the Conservative Party Conference 2015
Yesterday, on the 5th of October, Chancellor George Osborne said,
He was gonna give devolved powers to local councils dead;
He was gonna extend his hand to the many, the working people,
Who feel a desolation from Jeremy Corbyn’s socialist steeple.
He hit on a high note, a marketing gold, when he nobly exclaimed,
That the Conservative Party were builders fixing the roof, aimed:
Said that financial infrastructure needs checked whilst functional;
Compared the tories to builders, who have an agreement contractual.
Calling yourself builders by no means suggests you care for them,
Politics should be about giving certain benefits to not pre-condemn,
Like more time off for male parents and paid vacation holidays,
To say how much we appreciate these builders for their athletic abilities.
Do you think George is quietly angling to become Prime Minister?
His celebrity diet at the start of 2014 alludes to such a mister,
When he took to running in St James’s Park and around his home,
And now I'm wondering if 10 Downing Street he will one day roam.
Categories:
conference, community, jobs, leadership, money,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
galaxies agree
harmony among planets
shall be called free bird
* Lynyrd Skynyrd Tribute
Categories:
conference, music
Form:
Haiku
The grey chairs form a perfect line of grey,
Like stagnant, grey-clad businessmen at work.
I have no life to give this lifeless day.
Blind, blundering Heart! Will you drain everything to grey?
My longings grab the life from surer joys,
Shunning what is and grasping for what seems,
Restless for self-elaborating dreams,
Tossing aside my gifts like they were broken toys.
Poor heart, how will you ever know your end
When you have dreamt yourself into a cell
Gazing on shades of all your fear and fancy spell?
Categories:
conference, how i feel,
Form:
Lyric
Let’s give him the nickname of Sayles.
In suit, he does chomp at his nails.
Preoccupied schlub
gnaws down to the nub.
A shame as he chews at details.
7/14/2022
Wow! True story!
Categories:
conference, character,
Form:
Limerick
Just on Friday there, at the end of the week in regality,
The Scottish Tories met to discuss, market and aim,
And state their policies for future elections in modernity,
Claiming to be progressive and considerate by name.
Their leader said that if they do not beat Scottish Labour,
In the next election, then she will be beat, but won’t resign,
Because she has gumption, intelligence and much ardour,
A vocabulary with a spark that ignites milk, you may consign.
Ruth Davidson studied at Edinburgh and Glasgow universities,
And was successfully elected onto the Glasgow regional list,
She became the Scottish Tory Leader in 2011, no adversities,
And is hot for judges, small business and faith schools’ cyst.
Categories:
conference, dream, education, leadership, march,
Form:
Quatrain
I can’t speak for the women
attending this conference
on Homeland Security.
They’re scholars, too,
brought here for their expertise.
Perhaps I can speak for the men
sitting in these rows with iPads
first session of the morning,
staring straight ahead at
two breasts above the podium,
two heat-seeking missiles
restrained by a suit coat
but programmed to fire
and wipe out ISIS, Al Quaida
and Boko Haram.
These men won’t duck for cover.
They are patriots forever
ready to die for the cause.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
conference, sensual,
Form:
Blank verse
There is a circus in town
Bright and colorful on the outside;
An exterior of flashing, blinking lights.
Inviting, happy lights.
A place I want to be,
A place everyone does.
But there is a building behind it.
A gray, metal building
Reflecting sunlight off its walls:
Not the beautiful kind of sunlight, rather
The kind of sunlight that blinds you
As it reflects through your window from
Dozens of miles away.
I already know I’m destined to go.
Not to the circus, but to the building;
The gray, metal building
That I’ve convinced myself I want to be in,
When I know what I want is the circus.
But even then I don’t know
Where my answer lies —
In the gray, metal building,
A corporate robot with nothing to my name;
Or the bright, inviting circus,
Still a corporate robot,
But with all the attention in the world,
All the attention I’ve never wanted.
It’s a horrible world we live in, isn’t it?
Categories:
conference, class, symbolism, work,
Form:
Free verse
I had a dream one night that the poetry soup members held a convention
a meeting of minds, an assemblage
of International poets getting together for an annual conference
to discuss poetic matters, bonding and foraging new friendships and words
in New York City . . .
because it has a major port of entry and International airports- so perfect
we will find each other in Central Park . . .
in Strawberry Fields created in the memory of John Lennon
at the "Imagine" mosaic donated by Italy
the trees in this area coming from every country- how fitting
a meeting for like-minded poets . . . oh sublime
we will meet in the heat of July when the birds are fluttering
when all the flowers are in bloom and people are mingling
yes, "imagine" poetry soup poets from all over the world meeting
for the first time ever . . .
________________________
March 9, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/"Imagine" A Poetic Convention
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1122-409-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, First Annual Poetrysoup Conference
sponsor, Line Gauthier
First Place
Categories:
conference, international, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Another staff meeting,
there are lizards at the table,
a few goats, an ass.
I know they return to
the fold of a superficial normality
at weekends,
some even rock climb
or enjoy a quiz-night at their local pub,
one builds model ships out of matchsticks,
but here they exist zoologically
on the musky fumes of
their animal instincts.
I consider myself human
but at times my self-image slips
especially when i'm a cog in the machine
The actual boss is not here
yet his name floats in the air
as if powered by a constant
airconditioned camel fart.
Drone, drone, drone,
forced laughter.
Intimidation is in the air
it is as thick as hand soap.
The squeakiest wheel pipes up –
kill me now.
We are all expendable and know it.
Even the warthog
at the head of the table.
The warthog glares at me
while his forced grin smacks my face
like an oily rag.
I catch my reflection in a window,
I am turning into a bedside lamp.
Hours later, driving home, body drained;
bottom sore from extreme sitting,
a mad impossible dream.
I want to go back
and beat the warthog over his head
with my 60 watt brain
until he promises never, ever
to speak to me again.
Categories:
conference, poetry,
Form:
Free verse