Best Doer Poems
The Doer does: Yes, he does
The doer never says what he does
He does
Nor what he’s going to do
He simply does
Fears not the consequences
Of what he does
If by the hoi polloi right
He does
In accord with vox populi
He does
Even what the lambda citizen spurns
He does
Fears not what history books record
He does
What he’s compelled to do
Only just does
Takes only tentative steps
Never really does
Even when lame-ducked
He does
His heart’s not in it
A contrecœur does
Puts not the blame on the other side
For what he does
Nor the lambda hoi polloi for the mess
He does
Wags not the flag of executive terror
And what it does
If he fears not his own vested power
Aught he does
Even if only one people remain un-free
Nought he does
Depletes not his side’s chances
With what he does
If he takes time out to shore up his side
Will forget about what he does
Should he think only of what he could do
Will wonder about what he does
Will re-double his appearances
To talk about what he does
And the other side’ll take the advantage
Not because of what he does
Yet because of what he does
So he does
Yes he does
Yet he does
Yea he does
What He does !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
doer, leadership, power,
Form:
Free verse
It presents itself as being beautiful
Adorning its lips that they may appear graceful
Even the wise declare it is greatly helpful
But till eternity it remains highly decietful
Man's eyes it would blindfold
There consciousness to realse it might have sold
Promising all to reward in tenfold
Yet sending them out into the cold
In the daytime it does one no good
Now it covers its face with a hood
As fire overshadows some wood
Be careful lest you eat its poisonous food
It disrobes man of his honesty
And regards not the rich and his majesty
Love it not you who befriend modesty
For it surely treads the path of dishonesty
Categories:
doer, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
Caitiff
A word to know well—
Someone who’s contemptible!
A coward for sure . . .
Infamous and obnoxious . . .
A miscreant immoral!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 16, 2018 (Tanka)
Categories:
doer, allegory, betrayal, dark, discrimination,
Form:
Tanka
All conflicts must be healed by love alone,
was the message of the wisdom download
and so taking these as words etched in stone,
our bliss suffused heart sang to God an ode.
Leading by example, masters have shown
that all being one, love alone’s real
and in time will blossom seeds we have sown,
pervading space with its boundless appeal.
How then should we deal with unconscious minds,
when it’s not possible to walk away
and a call to arms as of karma binds
estranged hearts who their assigned roles so play?
One actor will live, the other will die.
We are simply left with the question: why?
25-March-2023
Categories:
doer, conflict, fate, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Vibrant Non-doer
Any urge, including the urge
to serve, is an ego borne surge,
unless with love in alignment,
the good deed but an assignment,
recognising God alone is
the power propelling bliss fizz,
that soul encased in feeble form
ascends, grazed by magnetism warm,
celebrating the gift of life,
moment to moment, thus bliss rife,
always still, unless it’s God’s will,
that His prophecies we fulfil.
21-July-2022
Categories:
doer, devotion, god, spiritual,
Form:
Lay
Address things as they come
Love
Lord
Categories:
doer, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Once doer and deeds raised a quarrel
Doer: “Deeds, you are very bored and hard”
Deeds: “So you are weak and unable”
Both laughed, took rest to be active
Doer: “Are you making some light fun of me?”
Deeds: “No it is as you are passive”
Both again laughed, looked around
Doer: “You are a thing but I am human being”
Deeds: “Here are the problems I find”
Doer became angry, deeds was cool
Doer: “You must know I can do you anyway”
Deeds: “Yes, illegal, crime and awful”
Categories:
doer, corruption,
Form:
Haiku
Doer of the deeds,
sender to the dirt.
Please be kind when you take me,
be sure it doesn't hurt.
Let me die within my sleep,
not by a killers hands.
Or in some tangled wreck of steel,
by some intoxicated man.
Let it not be by some pain,
of which there is no cure.
Or in a bed hooked to machines,
not knowing what is sure.
Let me die a peaceful death,
no one wants for hurt.
Doer of the deeds,
sender to the dirt.
Categories:
doer, death, hurt, sick,
Form:
Rhyme
A great pluck, with fortunes truck.
Categories:
doer, celebration, character, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Couplet
MS. HATTIE: THE SOUL TOUCHER
Her kindness kindled the soul,
Her sense of dignity and brilliance
Permeated the classroom
Inciting logic and wit
That only a “thinker” could endure
She plunged forth in strident awe as though
Learning about God were all there was to life.
Her smile engulfed the hearts of her students
And evoked an intrigue for enlightenment.
O, the mystery of the Soul Toucher,
How well she proselytized us into believing
that all things were possible to the
“thinker” and the “doer”
She taught with providence
as she subtly glided about our gray matter,
uniting the hemispheres
so as to unite hearts
daring us to become
the sole proprietors of our destinies.
Categories:
doer, bible, childhood, god, school,
Form:
Free verse
Descend from above
Do daring deeds of love.
Deepen the horizons
Deviate the delusions
Dark clouds are tentative
Divine grace is operative.
Do you see the daffodils?
Dare to bloom even on hills.
Categories:
doer, dedication,
Form:
Verse
D-oer
O-f
M-agnificent
M-essage
O-ccasionally
R-emembers
A-uthor's
E-xcellent
S-cript
Topic: Birthday of poet Dom Moraes (July 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
doer, birthday, poets,
Form:
Acrostic
Accustomed to an environ combative & competitive, identity finds it disconcerting to rest in stillness attentive & meditative, wondrously viewing heightening magnetism in the void of emptiness as potentiality, nonchalantly releasing the humming current as manifestations of enigmatically shifting beauty. Spanda, thus renewed with each breath. Within.
Poised and attentive
Humming stillness speaks softly
As silent thunder
24-August-2020
Categories:
doer, spiritual,
Form:
Haibun
Who is the doer
Or non-doer
When a God alone is the mover
We are at best a cogniser
An experiencer
As layers of ego we uncover
If distilling attention be a doing
So then is quietude prioritising
Even the breath we are breathing
Also not quite a happening
For it too is varying
With our attention fluctuating ...
Surrender too requiring a surrenderer
Who within is the astonished wonderer
Upon the pathless path the wanderer ...
Where lies the fulcrum of the cogniser
What makes unique dreams of each dreamer
Why use discrimination manifesting a thinker
The truth discerned in contemplation
Is that moment to moment every resonation
Requires alignment with chosen vibration
Ah! Choosing requires a chooser
Thus resurfaces again the doer
Or is it non-doer?
17-August-2020
Categories:
doer, muse, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
E-xceptional
D-oer
N-icely
A-ims
A-t
G-oal
U-ntil
I-mpressive
N-otable
A-chievement
L-iterally
D-elights
O-bservers
Topic: Birthday of Edna E. Aguinaldo (February 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
doer, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic