Best Dividers Poems
Written: November 10, 2024 For Contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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Homeric moonstone sparkles at night.
a glowing globe of gleam amid galaxies,
Its shimmering shafts as flowing fantasies,
gliding glimmering, giddy waves of a wild ocean.
Glowing gaze glances into the gorgeous,
glistening sapphire depths,
where wild winds whirl, a wondrous waltz awakens—
ruby glistens amid the thunderclap.
amethyst whispers in the misty screams.
Hearken: harmonious hymns hover in heavens
colorful loops of capturing emerald and turquoise
every hue is a harmony in a mariner’s melody
each ebbing essence echoes magical epics of yore.
The fracas outside fades
as nature’s narratives naturally navigate—
dense drapery, like drowsy dividers
drawbacks divulge a heart displayed delicately.
Moonbeams meander over majestic mountains
limestone and obsidian, luscious layers lost
while wordsmiths weave wondrous words,
In a cascade of captivating couplets,
that shimmer and crumble.
Do you hear the sirens sing?
a chorus of longing from the depths
they call to hearts heavy like stone
yet light as ashes caught in the smoke.
We walk where men have trodden,
tracing footsteps worn soft by time,
with wonder in every glance, every sigh,
painted worlds vibrate in the very air.
So, step into this symphony of starlit spells.
a captivating collection of contrasting senses—
where dazzling diamonds dance delightfully
and the fierce fight for fervent fantasies flows with the tide.
Out here beneath the blackened blanket of night,
Elysium eagerly awaits our embrace—
a splendid symphony, and you
the softest serenade nestled in its depths.
I glanced out my window watchin' kids plod along to school today.
I recalled my school days and how things have changed along the way
I watched the little fellers hunched over with their over-loaded packs.
'Tis a wonder the little dudes don't develop a twitch in their sacroiliacs!
I wore overalls and shoes that I was told by Mom I'd better not scuff!
Nowadays, kids are sportin' Rebok shoes and all kinds of fancy stuff!
If they don't have the latest and greatest, they're bound to pitch a snit!
Appearances mean everything even to kindergartners, on the face of it!
To begin school in days of yore, I was required to supply a pot of glue,
Couple of No. 2 pencils with erasers, ruler, ink and a ruled pad or two.
Wrapped in a newspaper for lunch, a baloney sandwich and apple for a snack.
When my grandkids showed me their list of supplies, I nearly had a cardiac!
Included were - a backpack, Rigatoni noodles, crayons and composition books,
A cell phone, calculator, protractor and for reading, one of those fancy Nooks,
Facial tissues, scissors, a ruler, colored pencils, pencil sharpener and erasers,
Elmers glue, Ziploc bags, a ream of paper and plastic dividers to use as spacers!
One change of clothes in case of accident to include underwear, pants and socks,
Disinfectin' wipes, three-ring binders and a padlock for individual locker locks!
I am caused to pause and ponder how we "oldies" got a solid education,
Sans all the geegaws and fancy frills that are now required for graduation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Stick together people
the elites
are gleaning power
from the seeds of misery's garden.
they're dividers of the masses
nothing more-nothing less
they smother smiles - voices. happiness
hoping to keep us in our safe-less spaces
for eternity.
every media outlet is brimming with
half-truthers-distorters-liars
phallic symbols for political parties
erect with hate-void of integrity
highlighting the ogres of society
breeding fear
spotlighting the freaks of society
wanting us believing all white people
are grand wizard-hearted
that black veins are filled with thug sludge.
corporations are feeding piles of green to the media machine
forever stomping the bent backs of the plow horse class
planting hollow-souled politicians in our garden of democracy
but in time
all devils will expose themselves
stumble over their own fetid script
in time they'll soon forget their own lies..
slit their throats-hang from ropes
of their own making
stick together people
unity is the purest form of diversity
stick together people
soon enough (with help of God)
we'll turn evil to crumbs.
'Twas like imagery or perhaps deja'vu
air quotations or a hallucination,
naught tangible to the naked eye
but an echoing of whirlwinds,
mere beginning of an expansion
tucked aside noncommittal whispers
reverberating discorporate shadows
on dividers of processing graphics,
rough drafts' emphatic intimation
of intrusively summoned reckonings
referencing old featured impressions,
mid-escape concentrated faculties'
unfocused low-density frequencies,
betwixt susceptibility’s magnifiers
orbiting bout night-crawlers' psyche,
whilst darkly territorial distractions
evolve beyond unforeseen influences,
farthermost assertion's revisionary
assemblages divulging conceals,
structured within framework
unrelentingly penetrative,
drawn-out, long agone
an unreceptive peccadillo
For the wages of sin is death...convicted and condemned now taking final breaths
In hot electric chairs and cold gas chambers
The voltage of vengeance stir onlookers with anger
They poke and they point...they scoff and they laugh
For the wages of sin is death
Looks are deceiving when love starts leaving
Lies and deceptions create crooked conceptions
Truth takes a train and men turn to monsters
Guilt and innocence get mixed in the puzzle
Like Rambos in jungles cuttin quick to make another kill
They eat the bread of violence and drink the wine of wrath
For the wages of sin is death
Walking in wastelands looking over their shoulders
Creeping up their spines like invisible spiders
High rollers and low riders
money multipliers to nickle dividers
Shaking hands with Satan now they burn to a crisp
Because the devil's never happy and fire's his only friend
For the wages of sin is death
Sin starts slow and picks up speed...slight breeeze to twisters in a blink and a beat
Cold to warmth to burning heat
Small victory to destructive defeat
Sleeping on streets all paved with fools gold
Souls get sold for a dollar and a sideshow
Spotlights shine and truth tells its tale
Remember this rhyme and remember what's said
For the wages of sin is death
It only made sense to me-
like I only wade in destiny,
like I only drink very dark tea,
on summer mornings when they are scorching...
It only made sense to me,
like it's scoring the dividers detracting O' tall and torry,
at the worried hello sojourning,
...of a next year's encouraged
deuteronomy,
and the slots spell perfectly like I am optionally twerking
tangents and the emotional torpid laughing,
hacking as I complain entrapping this dent upon the distances-
completing me in the persistence, as I know of no more to be finished
and fixed,
this is existence and the amiable confidence.
In quiet interlude we have in dreams..
Two hearts meet or so it seems..
I only see your eyes when I close mine..
Tasting light kisses , the flavor of wine..
Passion , Ecstasy and Foreplays unbound
Endless love that we feel around.
Your blue eyes against mine
Mysterious yet pristine .
As we surpass eternity
of Love's divinity
In another world our words will move the time,
the dividers will fall and you will be mine"
In Collaboration with an extremely talented Michael J. Falotico..
How long will I have to write rhymes?
Till the time I accept the logic?
Watch it! You’re caught and fastened by fossils,
No Entry, Kill Bill, with ease as ya see!
With Illmatic words, overheard by not many,
Quick to overlook fundamentals,
Society is sick, don’t listen, and has nil higher wisdom,
Will wise words ever call for them?
Mindsets from a different system,
Blessings Hard!
Remember, with rhythm right from the start,
I said I’m repping my poetry, unleashed and attacking fast,
Am I crazy? Am I insane?
Language gives us divine pathways,
Alternative creative waves of thought,
Do you choose well? Or do you choose evil?
Which way you go only grows by what you follow,
The Poetic Picasso, on all levels, high and down low,
Bringing confusing concepts overflowing with flows,
Futuristic proverbs glowing, energy blasts frequencies above Adam,
Entangled subatomic atoms,
Quantum Phantoms intertwined with rhythm and rhyme,
Climb both horizons, colliding with written lines,
My superpowers devour your cloud nine,
The nineties, I questioned societies,
Schemers seen, teams of psychopaths secret and unseen,
The advantage?
Bridging things misunderstood,
Look you should sight the potential crooks,
By reading alternative books,
Its hooked me psychologically, The keys of Philosophy,
It takes and shakes my psyche with wizardry,
Legendary idioms we witness as we read.
Seem to be constructive and productive,
I just love this poetry writing stuff,
Handcuff me to a pen and pad,
Sacred knowledge lands,
Understanding right where I want it,
Fronting fears and switching up,
When’s it enough? Tired of wearing ear muffs,
Liars and social dividers connect,
Recollect through intellect and recalling,
Don’t stall, you will fall forever,
Ruled, on auto pilot, never ever seeking,
An ignorant conscious mind,
Easy to find, walking the streets,
Who kick it with peeps who are asleep,
Beep Beep, Acceleration star ship, nothing is too steep,
I keep what is wise, reaping the rewards of repetition,
The Story Rhyme Magician.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 30.8.2016
When holistic
interdependent
sacred
joyfully compassionate Earth integrity
remains EarthTribe's primal vision,
polycultural meaning,
panentheistic networking purpose,
reconciling win/win peak experiences,
Then past win/lose unreconciled dark histories
remain our potential win/win
co-messianic challenge
To not settle too quickly
comfortably
into agreeing to disagree,
continuing autonomous
individual ego-supremacist perspectives
long familiar with "just us tribal folks"
truly
and fairly
seek resilient redemption
from those other
unenlightened past oppressors
colonizers
dividers
bullies
predators.
To openly
holistically
systemically repair disuniting trauma,
to actively reweave reconciling therapies,
to reconnect
to re-ligion
what monotheistic
monopolizing
monoculturing
capitalizing Truth
patriarchal Adoration
has blown apart
with colonizing dreams of privileged
Divine AnthroSupremacist Paradise...
What this unreconciling timeless form
of unflowing constipation has stolen,
binding LeftBrain stuck on dominance
away from panentheistic Beauty
unveiling Joy
disclosing Win/Win Wonder
CoPassion within EarthTribe's interdependent
RightBrain web
Further opening
stretching Truth/Beauty bipartisan
conserving deductive inductive liberating
bicameral intelligence
still actively reconciling awesome PolyCulturalists,
health wealthing ecotherapists
curiously
inviting evermore widely fertile
and deep nutritional
co-redemption
Inside/Outside
Whole Open Systemic
sacred reconciling
restoring EarthTribal Integrity,
1 Non-0 Zone relationship
out
in
polyculturing MeWe
eternally timeless spaces
of bilaterally echoing
full forward
and empty past time.
[AFTER ALL THE INNOCENT RAPE VICTIMS.]
Ah! Cruel orchards!
Humiliates, tortures!
Until the angel comes
Beneath the abode of stars;
From the heavens mass
Revealing downwards!
Ah! Fortune on Evildoers!
Deserters,
The lusty deceivers.
Cruel dwellers
Of the cruel orchards!
Of brutal colors.
Ah! Vanish their fears!
O victimised onlookers;
Zombies! Soulless cowards!
Chained wanderers
Destroyers,
Of serene orchards!
Ah! Lonely walkers!
Egregious hunters,
Solitary Deciders
Of humanity the losers!
Good pretenders
They're Satan's worshipers!
Ah! Mental Prisoners,
Of love, home.Lethal killers
Of young flowers
Of peace seekers
Of daughters;
Of the innocent fathers!
Ah! Selfish founders
Of cruel orchards;
The hybrid murderers!
What harsh dividers
Of a human cottager's;
Love and utmost cares!
Ah! They helpless flowers
Of innocent villagers!
Tranquil believers;
Of those the betrayers.
Of false impressers.
Of the world unchivalrous!
Ah! Foreshadowed barriers
In cruel orchards,
Careful advices from gardeners
Of wild bears.
Never of those merciless evildoers
The filthy torturers!
Ah! Today I saw lamenters
Miserable mourners
Around the orchards
Of dry-soaked flowers
With caskets all fathers
Putting young flowers on those graveyards!
yellow lines
on black roads
dividers reflectors
broken white eggs
limbless man crossing
the road in heavy traffic
blind is leading the dog
breathing machine stopped
i am awake
good morning
sep 16 2016
6.51 am
in light, with song
through music blessed
in beauty, with laughter
we all are dressed
bathed in sunlight
kissed by moon
such haunting sounds
as birds softly croon
grass of emerald
air feather light
captivating beauty
each day and night
hearts set free
friendships last
love adored
emotions cast
children playing
life reborn
no strife to carry
no lives torn
no shadows cross
no pain is felt
this dreamland world
were worries melt
cloudless skies
smiles of bliss
each day begins
and ends with a kiss
not race nor creed
no such dividers
just enjoying life
growing together not wider
my dreamland beckons
this is how it should be
nothing but happiness
and everyone free
Don't fear the blue man group
They're far less dangerous
than we are to ourselves...
but
do beware of carnivorous teachers
those harmless looking
wire rimmed
blackboard preachers
wielding pieces of chalk
on the tips of 38 caliber tongues...
turning classrooms into cancer cells
teaching the innocent
that it's all about
color of skin and not character
after all-
Despite the truly oppressed
coming here by the millions
from every nook and cranny
on this cracking planet.
Children are being taught
that the USA is systemically
racist
oppressive
inherently evil.
If that were the case
would they not avoid
it like the plague?
"Teachers," along with the politically connected
are pushing socialism and mayhem-
The press corps. {short for pressurizers} are the devil's sword.
Pitting we the peeps against one another.
Always dividing by color, turning up the pressure.
Highlighting the worst of mankind
Turning up the pressure to further divide
Playing heavily edited clips
Turning up the pressure
over and over again...
for ratings
for revenue
for votes
Turning up the pressure
way past the red zone
until the colors explode
into a death rainbow...
Soulless pressurizers
dividers of souls-
Pay attention, parents; they're after your lambs.
Demand body cams for these teachers of mayhem.
Protect them from those chalk-wielding, scorpion-hearted thugs.
Lift your hog noses from your cell phones
Listen to your children-
give them a peck of hope
and a bushel of love.
It is too much to handle.
Politics and religion
So I don’t
They seem to be the dividers
Dividing children from parents
Dividing siblings from brothers and sisters
They seem to be prevalent in this home
I arrived yesterday
I feel like I have landed in the middle of propaganda central
If I had extra money I would be gone
Since I do not, I am pretending I cannot taste or smell
They leave me alone while I revel in my fake Covid-19.
I am blissfully undisturbed in this bed.
Through your brokenness tried to break down my openness, bleeding human blood for that you told me I am wrong that I am not strong, that I am weird ,qweer and improperly strung, dying...emptying inside hanging on the rope that you strung, suffocating can't get air, can't grasp the chair,you stand there and spectate your creation looking annoyed by the sounds I make as I gasp for breathe then cut me down before I reach death and rub my neck and get me some water,then you tell me to stand up and get moving and you watch me falter, tell me to keep pace, feeling flushed in my face, dizzy losing this race, life in disgrace, misplaced in my place with you , ever confused as to what I mean to you, pleading for an answer you treat my inquires like their a cancer,ever searching for the answer ,this Lance is in my heart and it's bleeding out for you my dear,if only when you hear my squeals if you could feel, then maybe something here would be clear , through your frequent temperature changes my perception of you is lost in the haze,cold days and heat waves,try to see the truth ,fog for days, you've got my heart caged for you, masochistic love prisoner, roller coaster rider wearing blinders,no clear dividers ,where are the lines? ,what is the contract? What is this gig?, in your hands I snap like a twig, fractured and confused , distorted and used,rat crawling in my skin, damp within, crying inside, flames rise then again there's smoke,ever kindling the pit on these cold dark nights where there's a struggle to obtain any warmth,like a moth you wipe off just enough of my powder where I can't fly away but enough where I always crawl on back to you, unfortunately you never wish to fly with me ,oh baby could we soar,but Instead you leave my wings weak and sore,cold and worn, dying for your heat, falling at your feet, stammering to your light ,ever losing the fight ,it's in your dimness that I do dwell with you in this sweet repetitive hell, sit in my cage ever waiting for you to open my cell