Best Designate Poems
We have designated drivers and designated hitters
But where are the designated cowboys?
The designated artists?
The designated illustrators?
The designated astronauts?
The designated dancers?
Who decides?
Is it the child or a parent?
A mentor? A committee? A judge?
Who gets to designate me?
Will they designate me at birth or is it later?
Do they take my interests and talents into account,
or is it just a random designation?
Can we designate ourselves?
Maybe, if we grow up in the right part of the world.
Maybe not, if we don’t.
Poof. I’m a poet.
Wham. I’m an aerospace engineer.
Bing! I’m a physician’s assistant.
A wonderful truth worth pondering.
Some children are born into a family business,
and they know what they will be doing
because there is no discussion whatsoever.
Poof. They will be painting lawn furniture all their lives.
Wham. They will be gardeners, taking over Mommy’s business.
Pow. They will be engineers.
Their whole family has been designated to be engineers.
No discussion. Just an inner knowing at birth.
It is nice to think that we live in a world where we can designate ourselves.
We can be a doctor or lawyer or pharmaceutical rep.
But can we really? Can the poor really
afford to go to school eleven or twelve years without any pay
to become a veterinarian?
Can the ones who can barely graduate high school
due to lots of pressure from home to
not buy into the “world of school”
truly designate themselves librarians or archeologists?
I would like to think that they could.
I really do wish I could think that.
If that was true,
if we could all designate ourselves and be anything we wanted to be,
I would designate
myself to be a dragon-training, first-rate,
Indianapolis 500 stunt car race driver. How about you?
Categories:
designate, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
God shrouded the universe in darkness.
Is there a human or divine side to blackness?
The young dictum's star shines brightly here.
I dream when I look at the stars with calmness.
Despite my utmost level of grief and fear,
In the glittering stardust of a blueish-light, clear.
Were we attracted to the bait or a star?
When I stroll to the beach dark sphere.
To clear the fog from my mental scar.
I savor observing the lighthouse's bizarre
Sky penetration and rivalry of a laser beam.
I reckon I view a gleaming star over a spar.
I designate this as my single-star dream.
I promise myself to you; my one-star to seem.
Boldly shown to gleam brightly in my soul
I hear each pulse of my heart as it streams.
Fathom a single star in the universe to the extol.
I agnize you are my only hope and condole.
One star I could view twinkling with delight.
I shed a tear on a magical night for that dole.
On my birth, you swept from skies with insight.
I'd crave for you to kiss me on my lone, starlit night.
Fear weaves into shapes, the elixir of love.
It focused our psyche life on earth on this site.
You are the light of hope, oh anchorite! Move.
A birth means God can heal us from above.
Guard each itinerary and decompose the ego.
Someone who gave the soul evidence of love.
Written: November 06, 2022
The Only Star For Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
designate, analogy, appreciation, star,
Form:
Rubaiyat
emerging from between the lines
the human being furtively
discovers his inner most thought
otherwise left deeply buried
circumstances designate man
emerging from between the lines
as instead he would be at loss
amongst the lyrical scribing
a purging of thought and feelings
expressed by entwining tendrils
emerging from between the lines
a cleared path towards a moment
of fleeting happiness, the white
to the black of the words written
by a simple man now poet
emerging from between the lines
Categories:
designate, poetry,
Form:
Quatern
Curl Up and Dye
By Elton Camp
To craziness in salon names there’s no stop
Nobody likes simple: Meg’s Beauty Shop
Maybe to call the place “The Mane Attraction”
Is a way for a cosmetologist to get some action
Womens’ hearts, the shop fills with gladness
When it has the zany name of “Shear Madness”
In a spot that has been designated as “Hair Lair,”
Customers will understand why the place is there
It surely must have been some marketing whiz
Who picked for a salon this title, “Hair It Is”
I can’t imagine whom the following would love:
A beauty with the strange name, “A Cut Above”
When the potential names begin to become few,
Only then, I sure think, would “Clip Joint” do
“The Cutting Edge” sounds like a computer store
But it has been used to designate a salon before
“Twisted Sisters” sounds much like a kinky place
Some think the name “Hairem” is also a disgrace
But it seems to me there is no good reason why
A salon shouldn’t be called “Curl Up and Dye”
Categories:
designate, funnybeauty, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
The Color White
To ponder on the color chart
What colors dominate our life
Alas, the shades of black and white
may only favor day and night
The color black is very dark
devoid of character and traits
But white is space so infinite
To designate a peoples race
And adjectives so positive
awaiting colors to arrive
A brave new world should document
Ethnicity from life to death
A revolution oe’r the years
What colors entered to discern
contribute more so we can learn
And contribute to our earth
In many countries of our globe
And tribes become diversified
No monarchy to ply our genes
As animals are bred to match
The wonders of Ethnicity
Of customs, cultures and a dream
To love a world of day and night
The difference is a pure delight
What is White Contest
Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
January 14, 2018
(My folks came from Italy, my wife is Colombian.
my grand children share those genes along with India
and Puerto Rico)
Categories:
designate, color, race,
Form:
Free verse
While Being Raped
While being raped yell fire!
Neighbors fear for their property not you
Remember firemen have axes also
To chop his thingy in two
While being raped defecate and urinate
To break the mood
Remember who is being rude
This is not a date
While being raped bring out the mace
Spray it in the eyes and face
Become an animal
An animal is attacking you
While being raped have a conversation
“Mr. Rapist?” “Do you have VD too?”
He’ll get the clue
Ask him if he’s using rubbers
While being raped the one real truth to know
Rape is not a sex or passion crime
Clearly it’s an act of violence, brutality and power
From cowards with their malice
While being raped it wouldn't hurt to use your keys
Have some expertise in self protection
It only takes a moment, a maneuver to fight & defeat
To find release and flee
While being raped, change into another person
You simply can’t be sweet
You are fighting for your life
Become a monster. That monster needs fear to feed
While being raped, save your prayers for later
Drink at home when possible
Look alive when you’re outside with a friend by your side
Acknowledge there is evil. Rape is not the only crime
*A note to readers: Sadly, the judicial system and law enforcement
still define rape as a sex crime. It is not. It is the opposite. Laws
have to be changed to designate it and define it for what it truly is;
a hate crime, a human rights violation, an act of brutality and
violence. My deepest apologies go out to those of you who may
have been victimized by this horrific crime. Thank you for reading
my works. Earl
Categories:
designate, abuse, anger, bullying, corruption,
Form:
Quatrain
There was a cake with twenty-one candles
Waiting for a match to make them hot
But his friends first took him to the neighborhood bar
To feed him his twenty-one shots
That cake with the twenty-one candles
Held a light that would never be shown
For they forgot to designate a driver
To see that they safely got home
The cake with the twenty-one candles
No one would ever eat
That knock on his parent’s front door
Was from the fist of the local police
The cake and its twenty-one candles
Ended up in the kitchen trash
Just one more fatality on the list
Resulting from the single-car crash
Please blow out your twenty-one candles
When your day does finally come
Having reached that milestone birthday
Make sure it’s not your last one
Categories:
designate, life, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
"Expect great things; do great things" is a quote I once heard.
X, the 24th letter of the alphabet, is often used to designate a person.
Commitment, dedication, endurance are required to achieve the exception.
Excellence, erect with heads up, seeks neither excuses nor sub-par outcomes.
Preparation has no rival but is demanded; and it drives us if fulfillment is our goal.
Timing is beyond our control, but if readiness doesn't embrace us, we handicap 'timing'.
Idleness, I was taught, is the devil's workshop, and there is no substitute for hard work.
Only starters ever finish, ever win, or ever benefit from losing, but none starters can never win.
Night is as real and necessary as is the day, and as with all things, mankind must learn to adjust.
Anticipation of desired ends and outcomes must be ever nourished in order to avoid capitulation.
Love of ease, love of greed, an unhealthy love of self, and a superior attitude kill exceptionalism.
If it is true that America is great because America is good, may Goodness and Mercy follow her.
Surrendering to modernistic philosophies and godless agendas will render the wreck and the ruin.
May integrity and God's love embrace us like a blanket, causing us to be the world's light and salt.
051222PS
Categories:
designate, america, christian, god, integrity,
Form:
Acrostic
I hear the drums of my heart, loudly singing for my dreams to execute. I remember when I was little; ‘the greatest writer’ was my cadence. No, I haven’t forgotten my rhymes; I have just turned them to beatitudes. ‘Whoever is a hard worker will be the greatest writer’ am the commander of my dreams stomping heavily to lettering. Am by shank's pony a thousand speed per mile chucking in and out of the road. I remember when I once hurted my brain and lost my sanity; ohh I remember; How can forget? Everything was ambiguous with no future to reach the bastion. Although never recovered my lost wrecked pieces, but still hold to the stick of one day reuniting with my fellows. Life is a thrash about that I can attest. Sometime pinned to a cold yet rained on the slippery road. You might have sighted the grey clouds, started a marathon but you still lost the chase, at times you never saw it coming, you’re chicken poured with nobody to umbrella you. Life is like that, at times you lose, at times you break the record. Life is what you make it. Everybody tears down at times, but it’s how you feed the fears that counts. In most of the frozen falls you will stand alone, in the summer a thousand flies will flock your way. Life is all lessons don’t worry about the seasonal labels. Someday I will be at the peak with many beaks screeching my forename. Maybe am still the uncrown queen but someday princess of the playwright will be my designate. I can bet my blueprint will never say goodbye as it always lighting as the day, a souvenir that can’t go away. Now still a shadow searching for my right frame, neither a sinner to contain dozens of all this hope. Before a thousand crescents change their fate, I can bet I would have already revolutionized my state, that’s the least just wait and spot ‘the supreme authoress of the planet’ fitting my cranium.
Categories:
designate, inspirational, life, uplifting, visionary,
Form:
Ballad
by Maxwell "Max" Sebastian Burchett
I present these lyrics today,
For you to consider if you would,
An idea I propose, to find a way
To designate a day for doing good.
It is about time now
We start finding a way
That leads us somehow
To a brighter day.
Whatever it takes
Now before it is too late,
One little step by each, then a giant leap by all
That might improve the world for one, or all.
These rhymes propose a new holiday.
A new national day, call it what you may,
Perhaps Pay-It-Forward Day.
No, let’s say “Good Day!"
A day recognized as a time to remind,
A new day when all of goodwill,
If they can, if they will,
Do one thing for the good.
For a friend, or
Even for a foe,
For family, or
For a stranger you do not know.
A day set aside
Dedicated to making one small thing better,
Lifting one person higher,
Together, many higher and higher.
An extra, kind gesture unplanned,
Whatever you feel you should,
A kind word, maybe something grand,
An unexpected act of good.
Now is the time.
We do not really know
If we have one day more.
Now is the time for a Good Day!
Categories:
designate, appreciation, christian, encouraging, faith,
Form:
Lyric
Circa February 28th, 1968 - The Former Leiper Estate
Soon after our family settled
into the sprawling estate
named "Glen Elm" approximate
half century old from date
mentioned in title, said treasure
rosy Gypsy foretold fate
Harriet Harris, (daughter
of Antebellum Rebecca great
Kuritsky - Brooklyn transplanted
Southern Belle), create
head "FAKE" story, whereby
former did absquatulate
with jack of all trades (Boyce
Brandon Harris) too late
above named ramshackle
mansion, they remained mate
to each other til death did
thee mum part, congratulate
sans, her high school chums
felt envious - girls did rate
papa (now octogenarian widower)
most handsome (master) bait,
whose smarts earning advanced
degree applying his pate
as mechanical engineer for
General Electric did satiate
penchant solving complex
mathematical equations tete
a tete for super intelligent
entrepreneurial fella alleviate
head real passion rehabilitating
derelict property, allocate
ting leisure time resuscitating
neglected homes ameliorate
head procreative itch practically
rebuilding this did animate
dad's profuse true calling
spending hours fame did anticipate
(though papa quite modest,
and other people gushed appreciate
ting self taught revitalizing
unseen hidden gem and to articulate
unique artistic flair himself
as taskmaster masterpieces intimate
ting creations nobody, but
himself could imagine brilliance pate
drew forth unbelievable
enhancements doppelganger did berate
rarely could family, friends,
strangers...do more than capitulate
with ceaseless praise always
adding final touches to captivate
most flattering aura, charisma,
karma (credit) perfectly calibrate
head aesthetic qualities even
shabbiest building communicate
ting magic touch of, who plied
blood, sweat and tears culminate
ting in unbelievable transformation
particularly, how to designate
ideal amount of appeal to abode
came to screeching halt dissipate
head after mum passed, and papa's
raw talent earned thru educate
ting himself, no amount of inborn
inherent blueprints did illustrate
native bent, BUT no new life could
resurrect demise of his queen soulmate!
Categories:
designate, 2nd grade, anniversary, dad,
Form:
Free verse
Names
frame the
handle for
relationships.
I am unique, a daughter, wife, and mom.
I am a poet at P.S. dot com.
Names designate
our yoke to
other
folk.
written January 7, 2017
for contest by Silent One, What's in a Name?
Categories:
designate, relationship, remember,
Form:
Tetractys
Exhilarating the feeling to designate.
Invigorating those ideas to resonate.
Fabricating myth and lies to educate.
All for the power to humiliate and eliminate.
I have it all while you are less.
Always standing tall while you are always in a mess.
On Top while you fall to join the lost and the rest,
Almost divine that nothing can contest.
By Hook or crook, I always surpass the better,
Better than everyone! Disgusting and tattered!
My assets and treasure along the path that I have centered.
My perfect stature, even after heads were severed.
Bloods on my hands stained by the innocence slaughtered.
Tears on their faces as they ready to be tortured.
The stains of red, my resources sorted.
Paying of my debts with power I have accumulated!
Categories:
designate, conflict, life, today, violence,
Form:
If you hedonistically entail to wage a war
If you are possessed by the longing to eradicate
If you fathom the nitty-gritty of the havoc
If you need to endorse your prerogatives in life
Leave free reign to your rational mind
Pull out of this inequitable,rotten,imbecile game
Ditch and this greed for pogrom gloss over
Thwart your apex for evil and hatred tame
Morph into something humane and peace prop up
Vent your indignation on war trivialities
Elect to live off the grid and continue to fly
Then without beating about the bush poverty target
Let wisdom sink into your depraved,wicked soul
Designate your catbird seat among peace devotees.
Categories:
designate, desire,
Form:
Free verse
We groomed him to perfection
lured him with our lights
cooed him with our sizzles
blurred his dreams and sights
We slotted him in awkward
hampered his imput
laced his drink with moonshine
on his fingers shut
We cautiously immersed him.....while his mind involved
then cut him in slow motion.....as our pills dissolved
Goons staggered in his footsteps
cracked behind his back
baulked him in the darkness
saddled him with black
We gathered to ignore him
clashed in crude mischief
receptive in our duty
deceptive in our sleep
The schoolyard's sang his story
the children gagged and quipped
in church his face was gory
in time his name be ripped
So a section dress to party
forfeited his invite
we'll designate the barmy to blind his way tonight
Attire obtuse and tarty
a slice above the knee
let's prey on his exclusion from pagan history
Categories:
designate, adventure
Form:
Light Verse