Best Conscientiousness Poems
What Is This Virtue?
What is this virtue, loyalty?
Steadfast dependability...
Trueheartedness and faithfulness...
Honor and conscientiousness...
Single-mindedness devotion...
Incorruptible emotion...
Trustworthiness and constancy...
Sincerity and honesty...
Allegiance, bond, fidelity...
A precious gift is- loyalty.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Loyalty
Sponsor: Broken Wings
05/01/2016
What goes into
caucus and committee
and what comes out
of caucus and committee
what dialogue travels
the halls of Congress
and what dialogue is absent
from those consecrated halls
what is debated on
the floor stays on the floor
and what rises to the ceiling
stays on the ceiling
a high wire act in a circus of clowns and puppets
trip over each other to raise money for themselves
what elevates the heavy
gavel of procedure
and what brings that mighty
wooden gavel down
who is written out of trade
partnership agreements
and who is written into trade
partnership agreements
what is left out of
national security legislation
and what is written
into security legislation
it has the shape and style and sound and appearance
of democracy but some fingers and toes are missing
cloaked in rhetoric
and petulant rant representatives
buzz from one special interest
flower to the other
pushing debased agendas
and empty proposals with impunity
unaware that every single meeting
and motion and voice
is attached to the life of
a determined and diligent citizen
dependent upon their
conscientiousness and empathy
clichés and bromides shift fast between nattering teeth
ranks close in and capacity for clear hearing thins out
tabloids and blogs are
the prime sources of knowledge
and gravitas is a slow steamboat
on the Mississippi
commentators and pundits
flap thick wicked tongues
giving lip service to Constitutional
principles and purpose
all thriving in a happy
broadband land where drones
drop bombs far away as
we sleep in peace and comfort
turn up the Wi-Fi
have another pitcher of brew
no need to ponder the wretched
who make it possible
for all of us
to live
My instincts say, evolve,
My instincts say, resolve,
They whisper in my genes
Keep moving, there because
Question everything, they say
I think that’s what I hear
Reproduce, your coded self
All that you hold dear
Me that’s just another way
Differentiate my quest
Dreadnaught or an open hand
Conscientiousness at best
Mark these words
To comfort
Belay a story told
Who would doubt their impulse?
Who would be so bold?
©dbyrne march 2013
Let’s dream and wonder
How societies would live their diurnal,
Wondrous and productive lives
If every member of that fraternity
Of brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, children
Would have shame and higher conscience
And let it be the guiding light in their beings;
And also, would think only of others
Because whole civilization in its multitude
Would think of them before themselves;
Putting Innate Responsibility and Outermost Kindness
To the foreground;
By making them the cornerstones
Of it’s societal and unbreakable Unity.
What would it be? A total horror,
True Communism in making, I would think
Without doubt;
That how it was evinced to all who want to know
In Ivan Efremov’s treatise ‘The Bull’s Hour’
In all its humble conscientiousness and much forethought;
Would it ever happen? I think – not.
What's wrong with you? Why did you do that anyway?
I guess because I wanted to, like a desire I couldn't stave
What seems to be your problem again?
I don't have one, it's in your imagination....
Are you crazy or what should I ask?
I don't think so, is this a trap?
Are you insane like your mother and whole family?
I don't think so, you narcissistic bastard you see
I don't understand why you do that
No and without a brain it will be hard and you never will stat!
You don't understand anything!
That's what you think, You don't understand that's the problem Psycho!!
Look at yourself and not me
Then you will see the things you need to see
Yourself which may scare you
Your soul which may not even be there
And your conscientiousness which is not to be found
Always get the log out of your own eye
Before getting the stick out of somebody else's eye
Get the log out of your own very carefully....
That angel is me
I leave; Check on you
cuss - help out
then come back.
that's my conscientiousness
angle of concern
flying over your mind.
Drift,catching your thoughts.
That angel is me
leaving you alone
with yourself (good company)
Accidentally,nothing happens.
We were meant to make mistakes.
So breathe while you still can.
Always ONE down and
two to go when it comes to killing
those demons...
There will always be a human Angel
Assigned to guard your feelings.
So breath while you still can.
That angel for a few of you is me.!
If you feel me then say "I Do".
I will be back in a few...
leaving my flesh again -
flying on a wavelength
leaping hither and thither...
seeking the consciousness
of like minds.
This Angel does not
wrestle with man nor
time.....Even with the ones
to whom I've been assigned.
Oh, I Am the angel who serves
love in my writes - Whom backs
up the love with action not talk.
Who knows when to fly
with you, or when to walk.
So breathe, breathe deeply
while you still can.
© Vicki Acquah
Which mortal soul cannot comprehend
The Deliciousness of bodily paradise
Moisture filled, blood of melodious incarnation
Passional insinuations, not state of grace
Mouth savour distaste an ashamed assumption
Transfuse her fire, absorbed in ravines
Faithful souls, captivity relinquished
Split fruit pours forth; judgemental devotion
Torments unheard, Possession, Desire
Beauty and love; Transparent Impotence
Smouldering a true Illuminated repentance
Points of sin against the embroidered sky
Representing restrained conscientiousness
Chasing the night; Barren pleasures
Cleansing the day; Purest soul soars
Cloud of thoughts; Whites of innocence
Suffers sin for pleasure; Attend to thee
Up; Ravished vaulted space; Faith; Eternity
Awaiting, their next disgrace!
I wish my brain could keep up with itself. The thinking part moves so quickly, so that the remembering part is left to play catch up. So many beautiful thoughts and statements. By beautiful I mean horrific but eloquent of course. The horrific eloquence of a well read mad man. That was poetic wasn’t it? We tend to take those poetic souls more seriously. I am guilty of this as well considering how seriously I take myself. But then there is the struggle of my duality. I can see the only reason I find myself unique in all seriousness is my poeticism, but then seeing how unique I am in my own understanding starts the process over again of thinking myself superior. My superiority complex truly makes me loathe myself, and somehow vice versa. Madness is humbling isn’t it. We all have a tiny bit in us. Some were blessed with a dose healthy enough to be deemed “creative geniuses’, others drowned in it’s consequences. Others have the largest burden of all- not knowing how much they contain. We are all a little mad. Just a little. We’ve all had had a moment where we saw the serial killers logic and thought it made sense. Then that jolt of conscientiousness screaming “WHAT ARE YOU DOING DON’T AGREE WITH A SERIAL KILLER” and so your inner crisis is quenched by the voice of reason. Those too far gone don’t have the luxury of that voice. Madness is not a poison but rather a lack of the antidote. We all have terrible thoughts, urges, desires, fears… But most correct themselves. Most have the angel on the other shoulder to remind us not to behave like animals. Those who are too far gone into the madness do not have that. They are left to stew with the animalistic instincts. They don’t have the antidote. Some I do believe simply have too much of both, and they go own taking poison, antidote, poison, antidote…. They are blind to which is with, therefore cannot leave one alone in their system too long, as it could be the poison. So they unwittingly take a draught of the true thing, and the cycle continues. I believe I am one of those people. The question is, on which elixir will I stop?
"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan
Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms,
yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss.
When one confront internal mechanisms,
whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss.
A conundrum conspires an endowed soul,
behooves postmortem liken achievement.
Where'er wits helix baptism, buried hole,
an urchin crawlspace, be I foundling sent.
Newborn bid birthright a pardoned envoy,
of mature absence deemed as uncharted.
Internals blueprint designed, bad employ,
indeed, tunnels end--will be lights outed.
Rare conscientiousness temper unknown,
infiltrate hallmark translates as dethrone.
DO NOT MISS THE MOON, WHILE COUNTING THE STARS
Do not be carried away by the deceit,
Of an oozing chant of a back palm’s stew;
For the meat that source and house it,
Will slip and off it will drift like dew;
So, do not miss the sun,
While counting the smiles of the stars,
Kafkaesque!
Most magic moments oblique,
The conscientiousness to tame,
And the illusionary shadow’s of blame.
Sometimes, I don’t want,
You to know what I think,
That’s why I hide it in a plant,
A tarred bowdlerize wink;
So, do not stay too long....
Looking at the sun, especially her eclipse.
Alas! The jaded aglet corpse!
I have wringed wet maelstroms,
What you have in your palm,
Is bigger than the shadow storms,
So, do not waste hours counting,
Those deceitful stars__
When all you need is the moon!
For this is an overweening;
Err that mar many: a raconteur.
~ Tile
LORD, I'M GRATEFUL FOR HOW YOU'RE
SO LONG SUFFERING WITH ME,AND MY
BIPOLAR MOMENTS..
LORD I APPRECIATE THE HEDGE OF
PROTECTION . WANTING TO GO ASTRAY
WITH MY OWN BLUEPRINT. INSTEAD OF
STICKING TO THE ORIGINAL ARRANGEMENT.
RELINQUISHING HAND AND THE PLANS OF
MAN TOPPLE TO THE GROUND.UPSET AND
CONFUSE MORTAL MAN SURRENDERS HIS
METHOLOGIES BACK TO THE FATHER.A
LECTURE WITHOUT VERBAL SOUND, JUST
A RELINQUISHING HAND. WILL UNLOCK
THE EYES OF MAN.CAUSING CONSCIENTIOUSNESS
TO STAY IN A STRAIGHT AND NARROW WAY.
July 22 Scripture Meditations Based on Isaiah 40-48
Key Verse – Isaiah 40:2 Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem, and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned: for she hath received of the LORD'S hand double for all her sins.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR PARDONING ME
Thank You for pardoning me and my iniquity
As I repent with honest sincerity
According to Your righteous purity
So that I can be cleansed against infirmity.
Thank You for pardoning me and my sinfulness
As I seek You with confession-conscientiousness
According to Your holy graciousness
So that I can be sanctified against filthiness.
Thank You for pardoning me and my pride
As I approach You humbly, devoid of arrogant stride
According to Your Word as my guide
So that I can be abased against haughtiness-slide.
Thank You for pardoning me and my idolatry
As I claim it with worshipful victory
According to Your authoritative glory
So that I can be focused against selfishness toward Calvary.
Thank You for pardoning me and my transgression
As I accept Your forgiveness with grateful devotion
According to Your wholehearted purification
So that I can be healed against abomination-affliction.
Thank You for pardoning me and my defilement
As I beseech You with prayerful predicament
According to Your purging fulfillment
So that I can be hallowed against worldly enticement.
Thank You for pardoning me and my disobedience
As I practice fervent faith and good works of committed diligence
According to Your mercy and truth’s prevalence
So that I can be disciplined against slothfulness’ persistence.
July 22, 2022
I wish my brain could keep up with itself. The thinking part moves so quickly, so that the remembering part is left to play catch up. So many beautiful thoughts and statements. By beautiful I mean horrific but eloquent of course. The horrific eloquence of a well read mad man. That was poetic wasn’t it? We tend to take those poetic souls more seriously. I am guilty of this as well considering how seriously I take myself. But then there is the struggle of my duality. I can see the only reason I find myself unique in all seriousness is my poeticism, but then seeing how unique I am in my own understanding starts the process over again of thinking myself superior. My superiority complex truly makes me loathe myself, and somehow vice versa. Madness is humbling isn’t it. We all have a tiny bit in us. Some were blessed with a dose healthy enough to be deemed “creative geniuses’, others drowned in it’s consequences. Others have the largest burden of all- not knowing how much they contain. We are all a little mad. Just a little. We’ve all had had a moment where we saw the serial killers logic and thought it made sense. Then that jolt of conscientiousness screaming “WHAT ARE YOU DOING DON’T AGREE WITH A SERIAL KILLER” and so your inner crisis is quenched by the voice of reason. Those too far gone don’t have the luxury of that voice. Madness is not a poison but rather a lack of the antidote. We all have terrible thoughts, urges, desires, fears… But most correct themselves. Most have the angel on the other shoulder to remind us not to behave like animals. Those who are too far gone into the madness do not have that. They are left to stew with the animalistic instincts. They don’t have the antidote. Some I do believe simply have too much of both, and they go own taking poison, antidote, poison, antidote…. They are blind to which is with, therefore cannot leave one alone in their system too long, as it could be the poison. So they unwittingly take a draught of the true thing, and the cycle continues. I believe I am one of those people. The question is, on which elixir will I stop?
Women* in my family are God’s gifts indeed
Exemplifying their roles by their deed and creed.
Caring Mother showcases blest homemaker’s zest
Her partnership with Dad makes family’s love nest.
Sweet Sisters continue to share legacy well
Marked with conscientiousness wherein they do excel.
Strong Grandmoms’ industrious bearing still prevails
Through their brood’s hardworking trademark that never fails.
Dear Aunts are vouched with testimonies of kindness
By neighbours that have witnessed their genuine goodness.
Lady cousins remain steadfast public servants
Fulfilling assigned tasks as ministerial grants.
Daughters and nieces while in the Lord’s grace, flourish
Keep on being nourished from truths they must cherish.
*Proverbs 30:31 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
June 28, 2022
2nd place, "Women in my family" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 7/12/2022.
There comes a time
when partisan
and pious positions
are set not aside
but explicitly within
both/and dialogue frames
evolve and revolve
private principles
and public EarthJust policies
for healthcare practice
meditation
medication
consciousness
conscientiousness
compassion
passion stories
redemptively co-invested
cooperative journeys
re-ligioning
There comes a multicultural space
re-connecting who Red Republicans hate diseased the least
with what Green Democrats healthily love the most.
There comes our climatic time
and sacred space
when all EarthTribes must take
and retake
and remake integrally healing opportunities
that feel neither capitalistically safe,
nor competitively win/lose
ZeroSum strategic,
nor popular for defending straight white male
anthroprivileged leftbrain dominance,
But, we must invite each other
with humbling gratitude
positive attitude
into changing international co-relational
co-investing space
Because bicameral consciousness
tells and spells us
this is contextually balancing
universal left Yang
and unitarian right Yintegrity.
There comes our climaxing
regenerative space
unpositioned
nonpartisan place
for synergetically cooperative
ecological
theological both/and might
power and light,
polyculturally/multiculturally
meta-ecopolitically bright.
"There comes a time
when one must take
the [nonviolently compassionate trans]position
that is neither safe
nor [partisan apartheid] political
nor popular,
but he [sic, for nonviolent humanity]
must do it because conscience
tells him [us] it is right"
Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
And righteously beautiful,
EarthHealth and Safety
polyvagally
polypathically
polymathically
polyculturally
polynomially
multiculturally elegant.