Best Delegated Poems
Inspired by Machinehead – Darkness Within (Acoustic version) & members of society who refuse to embrace the kiss of silence…
As great intentions
Wither upon invalidated declarations,
Serenity’s crowd holds teary-eyed candles
Making silent wishes
For the venom to be sucked
Out
Loudness’ waxy build-up
Making filthy demands
In delegated hostage stand-off
To be HEARD
Cocked pistols, insignificant
Firing duds against glasshouses
Rubbing “war-torn” palms
Within cemented rubber bands
Forgetting life’s lesson
To shut their raging mouth
If they truly want to be heard
Amnesia’s warning sign to muzzle thyself
For one meaningful second
To ALLOW a merging of disappointed truths
Into their heartbeats
Salvation’s attempt to stifle boiling pressures of Sangre
From coming face to face with reality scythes
They latch onto plastic rosary beads
Fade to Black
Singing Gregorian prayers,
Removing knife from karma’s back
They strum in vain to please the Lord.
We see your true colors
Shining through
We see your true colors
That’s why we can no longer love you
Placing forced expectations
Against vulnerable humanity
To lay weary heads on curtailed shoulder pads
With foolish attempts to swallow moot points
And pride-coated defibrillators
To jump start a heartbeat, extinct
Forgetting that even self-made pedestals
Have a limited warranty
I see your true colors
Shining through…
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
delegated, life, people, slam, society,
Form:
Free verse
Watch me creep upon your virgin abode
without a husbandry humping request
to take what is mine from no/mo/mojoe months of
exsocietal solutiservititude of sexlessages unimpressed.
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into a one promiscus misspromise delegated by past powers
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Fair and balanced banalaties beliguered by biased bigot blogosites. Get Real and How love stinks?
Categories:
delegated, education, freedom, love, political,
Form:
Free verse
In any country
From century to century
Living together of people
Strong and feeble
Has been of paramount importance.
Countries have different ways of association
Some live in a federation
Others in a confederation.
In each case,
The system of living together
Is guided by a document
Called a constitution
It is drawn by a group of selected people.
After the selected people have agreed
On a type of constitution
It is then presented
To the people of the nation
In a referendum.
In some nations,
The people signify their intentions
Through elected members
Who represents them in parliament.
Once the document is approved by the people,
Delegated by the people,
It becomes a constitution.
...A constitution is a document
That governs the way of life
And behavior of people
Of a nation.
A constitution can be suspended
In times of emergency,
The government of the day
Shall rule by degree
And not by acts of parliament.
All loyal citizens of a nation
Respect their constitutions
As they respect their race.
Categories:
delegated, education, on writing and
Form:
Acrostic
Within a lifetime....
love has gained yet has also lost
Handed down from all humanities heaviest cost
A child was born then at last will die
The prolific pass of steam branded new lulabye
Within a lifetime filled with mutual success
A latent cavity spurn then transgress
Shades filled with sorrow amidst its darkened gloom
The love embrace sought shoulder to cry no go clean your room
In the grand scheme of things hero sings
Really it doesn't seem to matter not a thing
Shallow briars through parchment claim
Some leaves blow in a filter through its shaded trees
others long to wither with the weather holding fast onto hidden dreams
Yet keep all of your dreams to your self cause no one seems to care
If one gets a hold of your dreams they can steal them I swear
There is no great need by which to pretend
Within a stretched lifetime my good friend
Heaven has shaped its burden he took
In grief our internal sorrow broke
To each spotless lamb a line being drawn in the sand
Within thoughts unleashed to wither in its untimely disaster
Then plagued by fears in preparing for the great hereafter
Some may be even eager to equate certain delegated philosophy
A ravaged heart drifting straight up stream by evil means
One is equates response left unaided like glue yet who knew
Ravaged in certain peril drifting straight up stream
The love embrace sought shoulder to cry
In distant plight taught the eagle to fly
Within every human heart there beats a certain fixed meelody
An exquisite taste filled with humble pie nor that in apathy
We are living in very dangerous times
yet still our nation has settled for ill but faded rhymes
taught to help another brother as a soilder
Pilgrim soilder by which to rely heaven fly by
Pilgrims on a delegated quest to their final rest
Child of mercy fly to the eagles nest like a test
Categories:
delegated, adventure, allegory, art, black
Form:
Free verse
"To get what you desperately covet, you must go the extra mile!' - quote by poet
Let me tell you a story
About a tween mama's boy.
One fine day, unasked,
He suddenly started
Trimming all the hedges
On the front porch, a first.
It's a job always delegated
To his older brothers.
Mom looks on with amazement;
Pleasantly surprised.
She gives her youngest son
A kiss on the cheek
And says to him,
"Thank you, baby. You're doing a great job!"
After finishing the task,
Mom wraps her son in a snug embrace.
Then came the moment of truth.
"Mom?"
"Yes, hon," she replies.
"Could you please buy me an Xbox headset?"
Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme Chosen: Funny
Date written: 04/16/2022
Categories:
delegated, appreciation, desire, humor, mother
Form:
Narrative
Judgement Day
The misconception about this day
Is that it’s just one day
Well today
You’re gonna hear the truth
Now you can take it or leave it
But this is what I was sent here to do
Following the war of Armageddon
The earth will morn
It will begin the thousand year process
Of being restorn
For those who survive Armageddon
Hope will be your first born
Now let’s not confuse this moment in time
A day is a thousand years in God’s eyes
And if the wages of sin is death
Then that means
He won’t judge you on what you did before you died
So when the scrolls open,
It doesn’t read your past
It’s a new requirement that you must obey
So the earth you can reap at last
So no, you won’t be standing in a line
He will judge you on what you choose to do
During that time
It’s like a chance at redemption
A chance to be a part of a perfect condition
You’ll see your dead loved one and
The past!
You won’t even mention
The earth will be restoring from the years
Of evil and pain
Cleaning out it’s core
Regenerating – becoming exactly like before
And even when witnessing and seeing all this proof
People will still deny divine force
Yes. And the 144,000 will rule as kings
Don’t believe me its in the verses at Revelation 14.
He has delegated this work in progess
Organized in a way you’ve never seen
And if you don’t heed the word
You will be destroyed
And you wont inherit the earth like the meek
So I say this
Get your mind right and you can
Experience bliss
Cause once the blaze is kindled
And he asks you to keep your head bowed low
You better conform
And if not you gon’ miss the boat
Now this day will come
It’s a time you cant prevent
But I can guarantee that no one
Will suffer eternal torment
Except the Devil, the one He throws in the abyss
There is hope to fill the silence
And there is another chance
That’s why he died for our sins in advance
You’ve been warned now
So make sure you got a solid plan
Categories:
delegated, adventure, angst, baptism, confusion,
Form:
Verse
I write this letter to bid you a final farewell.
and I truly hope it finds you well and fair.
You see I’ve based my life upon your
being,
and every vain symbol and element you
bare.
But now the time has come to cut you
loose,
and sever this bond you and I have
created.
I wish to live my life not based upon looks;
nor this persona of beauty you have
delegated.
I know it won’t take very long to replace
me –
For others like me you will certainly
convene.
Who will rally in pride and assemble in
deceit,
all in the name of Sweet Vanity their
Queen.
They will bow their heads, proclaim their
trust,
in you, my Sweet Queen and irrefutably
follow.
Bidding well to their pride, masked in
conceit –
Your pill of selfishness they’ll surely
swallow.
But as for you and I, we will no longer exist
–
in an egotistic relationship, shallow and
bleak.
I must move on and proclaim my lost
throne,
of the missing girl now superficial and
weak.
You see I’ve lived the hell and know too
well,
the curse you have upon the weak and
weary.
My beauty lies within, and not what is
seen –
Goodbye my Sweet Queen of Vanities
dreary.
Categories:
delegated, dedication, life, sad, upliftingsweet,
Form:
Ode
DAILy DEMAGING DAYS
Dying days dances dearly,
Destroying deleted determined details.
Distill distraction display devoid,
Defiant development drives devalue days.
Dial up diamond depressed diary.
Diabolical destroy dethroned desires.
Designed dependable desires dialogue
Demonstrate defined deliverance.
Draft daily demaging days,
Dare delect day dreaming data
Dazzling death-toll debtors deceives
Debatable decency decision declared
Dedicate depression delegated delightfully.
Categories:
delegated, art,
Form:
Alliteration
1.
observing the ardent eagerness of the wind
it is clearly understood
that nascent pollens are overflowing
the niche of her heart
in response to the signals of the river
she keeps on ringing
all long the month of earth-quakes
the bench of the rail-station
wants to hug her
the medicine-counter of the ***-end of the day
beckons her with the hand to come nearer
in the assembly-hall for musical demonstration
adorned with ash-trays
going on the rehearsal of her dancing and singing
she also distributes some life
to the meticulous dressing
of the magnolia
2.
let the swimming pool be fully absorbed
with its dark-room
when the feather of your fore-finger
becomes green
the merchant of venice
will leave his business of photo-coping machine
to start walking directly
in search of new earnings
evening sets in
on the boiler of the delta
putting on yellow-dress comes
the water-vessel of the paper-balloon
there is no singing bird
shivering with cold
in the fold of the dear bed-sheet
it is possible that the boldness of the metro-railway
may give some wood of tamarisk
on the expanded palms
yet oh the western page of night
do tell today
why so much tamed polythene
are here in our cohabitation
3.
after so many days
published in the wind
painted in wings
the recent heart’s desire
of the doors and windows
they have rolled up their fairy-tales
from the ignorant drawing-room that wanted
to set her mind to the hill slanting downward
they did not want to know
how much rheumatism is there
in the hands and legs of the bark
to whom is delegated
the control of the mason-made bus-journey
sleep hugs the eye-lids of the rivers
though there is no postage-stamp
within the reaching-point
then what magic is there
in the hill slanting downward
why the wall does not learn
how to swim like a fish
truly it is he from whom
those negligible moments of man-ism
itch for blue candle-stand
Categories:
delegated, fantasy
Form:
Prose Poetry
That old clock on the mantle
That measured the moments
Of so many mortals
Enmeshed in mere time
Now dusty and disregarded
Disdained and discarded
No longer the master
Nor server of time
One could offer that it’s
Time has passed
That it can no longer proffer
The measure of time
That it no longer dictates
A definitive number
When to rise or to slumber
Gives no longer life reason or rhyme
The clockworks have stilled
The hours no longer chime
Gears no longer mesh
Nor it’s hands tell the time
It’s an anachronism now
Lost in time somehow
Relegated, delegated, exiled,
To the trash pile of time
It sits alone, quite content with the fact
That it’s exactly right….twice a day
And that’s much , much more
Than most people can say
…at least most of the time…
Categories:
delegated, change, time,
Form:
Ode
A Father Clock chimes from a wall in the dining room, refreshing the idle couple that waited.
It was not as if they were reminded of some pressing appointment or some devoted chores that was delegated.
The furniture in the room where they sat idle was ancient and concealed with cryptic scratches stimulating memories of a once lively lifestyle.
An arrowhead seat, brown and sagging occupied one corner of the room making an impression on the carpet conceding that it's been there a while.
In other parts of the room, the faded blue cut pile carpet flaunted gummy substances and foot tracks that were desperately in need of a broom.
Chopin's Nocturne, (seeking their memories of the days of wine and roses), smoothly flowed evenly from the highly varnished Philco console radio and turntable, graced the room.
He sat in a high wing chair opposite her steeped in an art and literature magazine.
Occasionally his deep brown eyes circle with a gray arc would give into a burning need to close and he would nod off, which was a daily routine.
In the highlights of his years, he was a successful entrepreneur, delightful, sophisticated, a celebrated man among his race.
That was more than two decades ago, and although he still hungers for those days he knew that he has grown miserably slow and not able to keep up in a modern-day virtual place.
She sat in her favorite chair that had conformed to her weight over the years.
In her lap was a start of a colorful throw, knitting needles, and shears.
Her honey color skin was slightly creased with tiny folds around her lips and neck.
The imagery of her once sleek body and beauty she deeply reflects.
Her curly snow-white hair rests on her curved shoulders.
She wished that she had not lived her entire life crippled to vanity.
Yet she would think that the fact is, that on the days and nights when love was a cold memory she was grateful for the memories that realistically were a safety net for her sanity,
They both were adrift on a calm sea of tedium.
Boredom breeds contempt and the closeness they once shared disappeared unobtrusively and conjointly with the years
All was left was the bitterness between them along with the tears.
copyright 2016 Looking At The Light At The Bottom of The Lake.
Categories:
delegated, sad love,
Form:
Free verse
In my hand the ink drips,
commotional emotions at large,
patches has failed.
Nails and swords, pierce the hearing ear,
fussed drops of lethal dose,
push me to the edge,
for adrenaline chokes my conscience,
lead tracks,
Perforation of daunted untrampled dark corners of my mind,
diffuse me from this dungeons,
Let the near and afar witness
and preserve my presence
for days have surpassed others unrecorded,
I'm poetic ink,
unleash and infiltrate the soul
for the present to inherit the marks,
Was just an ink, they said,
Lil to their knowledge,
This is a force to be reckoned with,
if today imparts none,
Tommorow might be in vain,
shallow and void,
the ink drips.
Feed the soul for the mind is unguided and clouded by rage, assert the uncertain, pull me closer for the desire is ravenous.
Hand me the cannon, mass distraction at need.
I blow the missiles my presence is not for the immediate
but the wild and beastly,
human essence at awe,
look and listen,
read and understand,
this ink echoes, wisdom
and intellectualism.
breed the inbred.
My crime would not go unpunished,
spilling the ink is my servitude,
don't wanna account for my silence,
for I'm delegated,
to empty this ink before my return,
dust to dust, ash to ashes,
none must pass here before bowing
and acknowledging the spillage,
for I am poetic ink.
#Poetic_Ink
Categories:
delegated, blessing, celebration, devotion, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A template swap is a switch over to a swimming sword. Swordfish are very pleased at this and dunk their noses into goblets in a godlike fashion. Such etiquette in a swim. Formational framework finds format. And even a small pinnacle of cake icing could dance down the highways. So ignoring the wraths and word of woe it is wise to take out a pretty smiling biscuit. Place it carefully on a plate. Then climb up the hill and over the rope bridge. Very high altitude causes biscuits to be afraid so they must be calmed with soothing words and beats of breath. When the other side of the mountain is reached the biscuit must be harnessed securely using over twenty ropes. Then and only then can the abseiling begin. Wow aren't they travelling with speed, courage and optimism but optimism is neither an original orifice nor an octagonal oversized overspill objective. It is really then the sway of a ninety thousand foot toothbrush that can announce the time with no need of amplification via a microphone or a tannoy system. Wow. How intriguing is the belligerent hard yard of a semi dressed riddled jester? And how time consuming is the ongoing rashers of tinned and sliced ham? How delegated are the powers that are worn around and around and adjudicate the environment? Thus thwarting life in its structural natural weave. And a giant beehive hairdo must be re worn as a signal to a hive. Hide then. Hideous hags having heaping heads. And legs like little tables spin and rotate via remote control. Similar to a plate of writhing meal worms and a workshop of controlled chapel chaos. Big birthday balloons bring balls banging. Circumference of circulating capital charms. And a diameter of a diagram is a dare in the deeds. Castle that then fortify but do not attempt to fry for to fry is to form fiendish frolics. And to frolic is just not a fashionable way of wearing a peel is it? Hahaha the sausages are listening to their cousins today. Hahaha I want a cup of tea and a toast too said the little bluey green lamp. Xxxxxx parasympathetic parody xxxx xxxx etymologies z z z z z at twenty one full meals of porridge in a bread pan to twenty sequences of serving cereals to a six inch bowl. Z.
Categories:
delegated, baseball,
Form:
But I am Retired
By Elton Camp
From far too many old men that I know,
If wife wants help, this is how it will go
Because they have been put on the dole
Virtual inactivity had become the goal
Even if the wife has worked as long as he,
No reason to share housework can he see
She is supposed to wash, cook, and clean
But to mow the yard, he just might deign
It seems to me this is simply quite unfair
In the housework he certainly should share
She doesn’t eat all the food or wear all clothes
Why shouldn’t he participate in jobs like those?
“Then how about you?” someone will surely say
In your home does it actually work out that way?
Yes. I did a share of the housework even before
Now that I’m retired, I am doing a whole lot more
Every morning, a hot breakfast I carefully prepare
And at every meal, for washing dishes I take care
I would wash clothes, but that she won’t allow
Cause she doesn’t approve of my sorting somehow
But for the worst jobs that both of us have hated
To a weekly cleaning lady they now are delegated
I should work hard as her as far as I am able to see
Necessary tasks I think should really be gender free
But there are some things that I simply never choose
Never, ever would I think I should move her shoes
But if I happen to leave mine just inside the door,
They will vanish where I can’t find them anymore
Categories:
delegated, familywork, wife, jobs, work,
Form:
Rhyme
I find myself wanting to believe that the times of bona fide innocence ended with our forefathers decades ago
My heart persists on convincing my mind to see that the dent on our generation is irreversible, but the heart does not convince the mind hard enough for it to decipher
The concept of staying true to oneself deforms everyday
Lie is the new truth- is what we do
The sense of respect is being demolished by our actions
Fake is the new real- it is how we are
We overlook our cultures but do not hesitate to accept foreign ones
Decoration of deception is what we do best
We live in the sphere of illusions- we illuminate ignorance and idleness
My peers devour some stages of their lives only because they are ravenous for matters that go odd with their ages
Some are in a race to the denouement of their lives, well, this may denote shorter life expectancies than expected but on whose shoulders can the blame be delegated?
The ideal of the democratic youth is doomed by a deluge of complex individuals who persist not to comply
If we are this impudent, what about the next generation?
If we are this intolerant, what about the next generation?
If we are this iniquitous, what about the next generation?
If we are this irresponsible, what about the poor future?
What about those offspring we reproduce at such a young age, won't they resemble us? Won't they reflect us?
If we are so conspicuous and infatuated won't they be worse?
If we are so inhumane, won't they just be intrinsic?
If we are so resistant to education, will they even comprehend the mere significance of it?
Being so irrational I then begin to wonder if there could be a possible way to prevent gene transfer to protect the next generation and make the world a better place.
My generation is ruined. We are destroyed, we are perishing.
Categories:
delegated, youth,
Form:
Free verse