Best Delegating Poems
Where Have All The Pretty Poets Gone?
A real poet are you, charismatic over everything you serve
Showcasing, a rainbow that folds the perfect worldwide perspective
I'm talking about flawless literature at its best no typos, no muss
Just a page full of boredom and rust
Thank you for having Lunesta all up in my head
It's like reading a poetry lesson, from the extras of The Walking Dead
An image frozen cold, waiting for inspiration to hit like Al Capone
I'm bored of your flora flamboyant language rocking me like stones
A psychedelic trip, into the odyssey of a blind man's tale
A home where I am pushed to open a dictionary & thesaurus with Braille
Wondering what you just said, --Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful day!
The best rocket pen poet in the USA Today,
Launching words like no tomorrow, a fool of wordplay and sorrow
A godlike guinea-pig genius, delegating poetry politician-style
Perhaps, one day you will become a famous writer
Burning books, like a cigarette lighter
Until then, enjoy pushing your pen as if it were cocaine,
Snorting up and cutting up the food chain in vain
Patronizing and ignoring those, for better or worse
A solo cup stuck up another cup, -won't even look my way
Correct me if you will, it's no big deal
Just don't forget to give me the same respect I offer you
Until then my pretty poetic friend, I kneel before no one
By: ME
5-25-14
Categories:
delegating, angel, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Dissonance is delegating the intensity in my eyes
Minor chords unveil the passion my body can’t belie
Eighth notes are lightning sparks that burn my finger tips
And when you play Fminor7 I tend to bite my lips.
I want you to scale my thighs
the way you play A minor harmonic
Deftly wrenching haunting moans
Experiences anything but platonic
Allegro Legato Crescendo Vibrato
Sing to me in Italian and tell me to hold my tongue
But if anyone interrupts the music …
a piano's lid comes crashing down--the last note never sung.
Categories:
delegating, love, musicme,
Form:
Rhyme
No dispute, we should all love our neighbours
With a kindness of nature that’s right
And we ought to be generous, favour
Our excesses, to those in dire plight
But then ‘ought’ becomes ‘must! or we’ll take it’
With imprimatur, hand outs for free
Delegating as agents our rulers
To make sure the fruit falls from our tree
And the words of the woke decreed righteous
Are: ‘What good boys and girls are we!’
Yes I’ll go with you - black lives matter!
And the yellow and brown even white
And that all should be equally treated
Should have always been so in hindsight
But what’s past is gone, no going back to
make amends to dead who suffered then
Though those wishing to signal their virtue
proclaim race guilt with voice and with pen
And the hearts of the woke decreed righteous
Self congratulate then and again
I’ve a naive and innocent feeling
That the most of us have good intent
And would care for our friends and yet strangers
If misfortune and pain cause lament
So I trust that with this fellow feeling
In a civilised culture that’s free
Help will be given self determined
With no need for dictate or decree
Then the souls of the woke decreed righteous
may find deeper content with this key
Categories:
delegating, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
I
Truly how blessed are we not to bow to the barbaric chivalry
Of emperors and kings’ in raging insanity
Historical madness runs in the house of Caesars
Considered great, ruler of lands and seas
The house of Caesar wrought constant battles and
Incestuous orgies
Leprous Tiberius crucified thousands under his feet
From simple paranoid fantasies,
Separating himself, even from family
Ruling from afar just as he pleased,
To hell with the senate and their democracy-
Maddened in fear
A sweet young Caligula went to live
With his uncle Tiberius in his 16th year,
Ill of health from his day born
Caligula gratified by habits of Tiberius adorned,
Any evil or sin Caligula added to his very name
Even delegating his horse to the senate,
laughing with no shame-
Oh and how his people loved him during his rising rule
Adoring his gifts to them, laughing whilst
To the senate he was so cruel.
Categories:
delegating, history, power,
Form:
Epic
Paint me a day
with lemon squeezed yellow
Lime green meadows
beneath bluebell skies mellow
Brush in the shoots
of daffodils sunny blooms
delegating room
for a robins red belly plumes
Stroke in this scene
daisies white with sunny smiles
altering this trial
of winter’s cold, but for awhile
© Debra Squyres 2/3/14
Categories:
delegating, sky, spring, daffodils,
Form:
Rhyme
I often sit and witness the beautiful existence,
sparked by a yellow haze of a dying candle's flame,
my notations dancing leisurely with the seizure of it's shadow on the wall.
I am able to see the sculpted character of each letter, side by side,
easily defined by someone else, but I am also able to see
the imagery in my mind and the meaning only I can interpret myself.
I can feel the tactile property in the velvety smoothness of the paper
as it gently sways and hints at my hand, but I can also feel
the sensitive awareness of my sentiments passionately bestowed it unplanned.
I can smell the wick and the wax as it starts to collapse, but I can taste
the delicate discrimination in my own perception of things called facts.
I have a choice on how I let external circumstances impact how I react.
I am capable of delegating my footfalls, be it one, or twenty
on a path that I will allow no one to detract.
I will devour the mentation of any man or woman that airstreams
an implementation of how I should receive my own existence!
I can and will make a difference!
For strangers and in lives of those who wish to have me in theirs.
All I have to do is start somewhere and the visions, intuitions,
the care from within will come out and flow naturally.
I will not ignore pain, or anger, or sorrow because I don't understand it.
Or, because those around me can't appreciate a proper grieving.
I know that every tomorrow I'll feel it again, in that acknowledgment
consciousness breathes.
MY consciousness tonight lightly blew to life the manifestation
of my creative sense and it took my voiceless words
in synchronous act and produced a wistful song that seduced the silence.
Categories:
delegating, bereavement, care, creation, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
A SEASON OF INDIGENCE
This drought and curse
Of hand to mouth;
An unrepentant encroachment of pauperism
Impregnating our back country
Discern,
Our bigwigs in back country
Stand aloof
While,
Season after season
Millions of Pickneys
Flourish with kwashiokor
I,
A son of the soil,
A citizen of the world
Peruse no light
At the end of the tunnel
Jet age swarmed us with gusto,
An age when birds
Learned to flutter incessantly
Criss crossing the Atlantic and Pacific oceans
Ushering in a pretence
In social change
Only to abscond
With it's tail between it's legs
Information age,
Just stirred from it's slumber
It's lazy eyes struggling to adjust
To our flickering fluorescent
Hard drive here....flash drive there.....
Mouse click left....mouse click right....
Still,
I see no light
At the end of the tunnel
Robots are now delegating affairs
Our barns are empty
Our children famished
Poverty is now an opium of humanity
Alas,
Third trimester of harbor, now in labor,
The Surgeon's predigious epidural hype
Adjudged below the belt, still born!
Categories:
delegating, world,
Form:
Free verse
A man of honour and always a distant memory,
Lives as complex as a James Bond novel,
Fates affected by memory
Dreams delegating a love affair that could never be,
He and she colleagues of learning,
Each writing their scripts in their senior years,
Almost royal and regal conceptually,
Some of us live our dreams,
And some of us are blessed with dreaming.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Categories:
delegating, faith, happiness, health, romance,
Form:
Free verse
One day at noon, a shadow fell to the earth and announced that he was God's
chronicler and that he had to report important events to The Master.
All day he followed people around until by dark he was feeling faint.
What if instead of me following everyone around, people could just decide what
was important and make their own reports to God?
He made a petition to see the King of the Universes and humbly told Him the
plan.
Our Creator God knew all but He listened politely to the shadow.
I gave you the assignment to see how you would carry it out. You were diligent to
the point of exhaustion and then you got creative and started thinking of
delegating and sharing the workload and making people responsible for their
own memories. Good Job!
You have earned your Brain.
The shadow was ecstatic, a large light bulb was given to him and he shadowed
everyone who came into his presence. Soon he was tired again. He decided to
rest and let the light bulb be bright at certain times and other times to rest. This
was a sign that he had mastered the concept of being restored and revived.
Categories:
delegating, allegory, nature, philosophy, people,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Leadership
By example
From the front
From below
Directing
Participating
Delegating
Duty
Honor
Integrity
Respect
Trust
Giving
Taking
Balance
Sacrifice
Discipline
Character
Vision
Action
Categories:
delegating, on work and working
Form:
Theory
Has it,
Educationalists adopted the genre to
Bemuse the youth of the day.
Ironic it appeared when
Reluctant to tell it as it was,
Delegating the subject to the classroom teacher
Some self satisfying spinster of Victorian persuasion,
And one foreign regarding hands on experience.
Not that it was of any consequence
Delivery of the distortion being far more important,
Than having to concern oneself with the truth when
Handicapped minds having become clones of authority,
Evaluate evolution.
But alas, the Birds and the Bees
Estrange after many years in vogue,
Evaporated into oblivion once
Self indulgence inscribed within the resurrection.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Categories:
delegating, life,
Form:
Acrostic
The world on an axis
My folks brought me to life,
Life accepted my existence
Number one to thirty two
Split and turn
That's eleven years,
The sun to pluto, is it alignment?
Nah its family,
G the giant is here,
jack you ain't gonna slay me!
From the grounds to the heavens
You planted me, now my ego big
And I'm stepping on your dreams,
Well I'm sorry that that's the story.
A dove to a crow
This is G the mighty griffin
Up up we go,
My foot steps sound like a thousand men running
So don't chase me!
Rivers as snakes, snake as my garment
Children as goblins damn! those rascals,
Arm strong I got my foot on the moon
Great speeches like Kennedy
Bang next day hits me,
G the gargoyle is here
Stone cold,
Body as an organization
Soul and spirit as a corporation
So we all are planning,
Thinking as tough as meditating
So my mind be delegating.
G and friends
Heroes' and villains ,
Hulk as me, Spiderman as my alter ego
Friends and family to The avengers
A house with a cage
A car with a saw,
Reptiles and amphibians
This is war, im going crazy!
Fighting with my shadows instead of switching on the lights,
G stands for genius and sits in the middle to do magic
Abracadabra, you just got bitten by a copra!
Grass so green watch out of the creatures
But don't be scared of the future,
We all like adventures,
Jungles and deserts
G as grass so I never stop growing
Life as a water and it never stops flowing.
Categories:
delegating, earth, i am, irony,
Form:
Verse
In the beginning ...," roosts;
Christians and Jewish boosts.
Hubs stretched out their ellipsed
rung, un-Earth cures eclipsed
space; science clues darkling,
emerging as sparkling.
Up and down, primordial
chains--retards cordial.
Time slot checking briefly
when brain cells claim chiefly.
Focused an analyst
review a panelist,
truth and not devious;
now, post-, and previous.
Be of good health, nourish,
mindful, and to flourish
together ... we harness
our outreached true farness.
Constants are the scatheful,
equaled by the faithful ...
life marks trails that puncture
time cross-over juncture.
Naysayers, "That's crackpot!"
Truth smiles at the jackpot
as hopes, a bit mournful
of those fiercely scornful
Truth be told--mortified,
unseat those fortified,
advent-relegating
actions delegating,
doting are distinguished
evil hailed extinguished,
sage passage dutiful,
heart imparts beautiful.
Gauging your fealty
accents self-realty ...
descension diminished;
exalted goals finished.
Daily scriptures strengthen,
understanding lengthen
all regenerated
by the venerated.
A righteous behavior,
prophets teach, a savior ...
of a lost lamb was--not,
for The Shepherd does--not,
hence, Heaven will cherish,
hell reroutes won't perish,
reborn renews brilliance,
transforming resilience.
Categories:
delegating, courage, faith, future, happiness,
Form:
Alexandrine
S ubsequent period of flashbacks sunbath my heart
Acccosted my adjourned remembrance: got me intermittent
More laughter in disguise not to divulge the obscure
Stormed me in the cloud of memories that trigger apparently
Oh until those seem concerned appaer treacly
Nagging in the hospital of less or no patient
At your own best, your presence were felt to a fault
Krugerrand in making with no jetney-like behaviour
In no reluctancy of delegating resp. to Ina
No one has the great and genuine love shown after demise
When will there be menopause?
Ullage of good turn around preserve us
Most awesome possibility equisitely manage the emotional tug-of-war
It will take exceptionality to discover them in my treasure chest
OLABOSOYE_RIP
Categories:
delegating, art, crazy, death, deep,
Form:
Acrostic
I live a life of solitude, no one around
Following a spiral path, my life is downward bound
No value of life have I yet found
Just listening to the sound of distant gossip and chatter
My life is like the meeting of a rock and glass, all it can do is shatter
Fatter and fatter grow my tears each day
I live without trust and a heart that’s been broken in every single way
Oh, what a life of sorrow and despair
A life so pointless, to the point that no one even cares
For no one can bear, this timeless pain to endure
A road I’ve traveled one to many times
No gifts to enjoy, no one with whom to belove the joy of giving
At no point in time have I felt my life anything worth living
But I have been receiving, receiving suffering and tribulation
My heart has been imprisoned and longs for liberation
My mind is delegating on whether to let love in
When the mind clearly knows the heart will be broken again
My life light, seems to be becoming dim as life goes on
For my life is a mistake, a blessing gone wrong
For I can’t explain why I feel that I am stranded
And all my life I’ve felt alone and abandoned
Categories:
delegating, life, sad, life, heart,
Form:
Free verse