Best Downgraded Poems
A simple god so slender and symbolic
having a one way onslaught in his approach
and toiling with the master-class of the game
to revolutionize an entire country away from his.
He bastardized his inheritance of stiffness and a crunch system
To transmit the pleasure of a video game to a live coverage.
A believer of his approach, a missionary in his style,
legendary in his execution, but often blind to its short comings.
Going an entire season without a fault
and giving the possibility to travel cloud 49
makes his glory carry such schoolbag of mysteries and awe.
From the African prince of Monaco, to the great George Weah
and the Dennises, Thierrys, Vierras and Anelkas,
he converts a dusty wood into a luxurious boat.
Academy is his bedroom, ventilated by continuity
even though some megastars were short of understanding this.
Maintenance of a certain threshold even with half loaded guns
is very difficult to achieve and impossible to maintain
but not at all to this attacking minded General.
Spending a decade to shoot regions near the actual target
under the stuffiness of limitations both in finances and talents
shines the stadium light even in the darkness of his underachievement.
Prudence and a closed fist was his personality’s widget
b’cos glory on the pitch alone isn’t his mental gadget.
Placing a repercussion of a very stiff budget
and his command, downgraded so low to a midget.
All these because he’s carried the club like a personal object
placing the short sightedness of instant glories to an eject.
Stability in his empire is now a complete project
As his winning dominance was once a European subject.
He’s now back with an intimidation which will make opposition fidget.
Back to his rank, as he wears all the colours
rising in significance after all the hurdles
heart poured out to a club glorifies him beyond a mere coach,
the riches of such dedication influences the staff of his reputation,
winning and being a champion has always been his signature.
He has once again proven it,
as the world of sports stands still in ultimate salute.
Why people somewhere so kind and gentle
and somewhere not?
Why people in Saint-Petersburg ,
Moskow, Astana, Bishkek
Look so impolite, inhospitable and unfriendly?
Ask about it the happy inhabitants
or better look himself for what
is the best product of free society
this kind of people who lived in Basel, Antwerp, Quebec
with Oslo or those
who fast transformed for better sort of governing -
Turkian, Philippinians and Ukrainians possible also.
The people of free society and reason
or those who going out from ruling prison
appreciated choice and initiation
and marvelously transformed own identity
as those who better controlled themselves and government,
they hoped for only for freedom and own diligence
and make wonders gradiently
under the hand of free market invisible and patiently.
And what do you say about authoritarian and enslaved nation,
there are all people depended from will of corrupt guidelanes ,
where freedom, honesty and choices in total deficit?
Poor citisens there mentally downgraded
early or later hardened and stoned their souls to anthracite
for surviving in merciless and no free circumstances.
That was a clearly answer
for such sorts of questions -
why people somewhere so kind and gentle
and somewhere not?
grant is granted of love
grant is granted of science
love is downgraded to love
love is downgraded to science
grant is granted to a downgrade of love
grant is granted to a downgrade of science
science is science's downgrade of love
vision is vision's granted of love
vision is vision's granted of science
vision is a granted vision
vision is a granted science
science is science' s vision of love
science is science's vision of science
love is a vision of science
downgrade is downgraded to science
downgrade is downgraded to love
love is love's science of love
love is granted as love
science is a love of science
love is granted as science
love downgrade love to science
Note-- The Tulsa World Newspaper published my prose version of this in February
1999 and I wrote this version later.
Poor orphaned Pluto is out in gloom and frigid cold
Considered an outsider, his bitter sorrow unfolds
Demoted from planet status he had enjoyed for years.
He lost his brothers and sisters, amidst a flood of tears.
He will dearly miss them though thousands of miles apart.
All nine were family members with camaraderie at heart
For seventy years they claimed him as they circled round the sun
Now he’s no longer orbiting ethereal space in fun.
He asks, “Why do earthlings think they are so very smart?
You’d think they’d be aware of my spinning work of art
Just a trans-Neptunian Object with ice caps at my poles?
Astronomers will ponder when to outer space I stroll.”
'>I feel a little poem story coming along. You might as well share it now, as it would take me ages to put it in my book 10 of poems.
It was written today, 26th June 2016, three days into mourning after the referendum. Vote to leave or stay in the EU.
No one should hang their head in shame.
By Stanley Russell Harris’
(The new mad Author)
GB voted to be sane.
Out at last from that mad EU.
I’d place a guard on that tunnel too.
Just in case, those nice lads now march through.
Must not give them ideas of what to do!
Of course GB's land mass is so small, I can now tell you.
Compared to other member countries of that blinking EU!
So why the panic, for what we do?
Little GB votes and the world's in a stew!
Politicians treated us public as thick.
I’m one of the public that made me sick.
So why should politicians be so thick.
We voted as our brains/hearts dictated it.
Great Britain was great before the Common Market.
Upgraded/downgraded to the European Union!
Depending on the way you view.
Now we are out. Let’s give some clout.
To those politicians who voted out.
As with all of their brainpower.
Great Britain should grow by the hour.
Back to what it was before.
Supply enough fish for us to eat.
With a brand new fishing fleet!
Mining coal, black miner’s faces to greet!
The coalman calling down the street!
Let the foreigners their own fuel burn.
Great Britain’s fires on our fuel will burn.
Start our iron ore mines working again.
Make our own iron and steel.
Build big ships not boats I say.
Get Britain on its feet again.
You all can do it in the UK.
United we can work and also play.
There will always be someone to pray.
So buck up, cheer up, Great Britain’s here to stay.
PS Unless this blinking rain washes us away.
And on that note, I’ll say good day.
I must confess I posted this on BBC News Facebook page for something to do. As you do lol. Got 25 likes in 4 hours. So that's a nice birthday treat even if a day late lol again. Have a nice referendum free day while the politicians sort themselves out. (The new mad Author) new as being GB and not EU.<
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Celestial Dance
The sun and the moon bowed to each other
as they pass on their orbital routes.
The stars did a heavenly dance of honour
the planets glistened bathed in deep purple
Mercury orbiting closest to the sun
fastest of all of the planets are you
Venus (twinned with Earth) the planet of love
lighten our hearts with your femininity
Earth our own planet only known source of life
Mars the red planet and bringer of war
Jupiter you are the jewel in the crown
we gaze at you breathless with wonder and awe
Uranus once known as Georgium Sidus
you are the enchanting ringed planet of beauty
Saturn, he languidly goes his own way
quietly, quietly just doing his duty
Neptune almost last but not least of the planets
you tip your trident, saluting the Sun
as all of our planets delight in celestial dancing
we watch hearts struck as they do their run
Posted: Apr 14, 2013
About this poem:
Pluto has recently been 'downgraded' to be a dwarf planet - and is thus not now usually included when listing the planets
oh cinderella a dream many girls wish
fit that glass slipper
and ended with a kiss
happily ever after
the story fortold
but what happen after
a story unknown
see i ran into her
the other day at the store
she told me horrors of her life before
and how her soul mate
was gay
See she wasnt mad at him
but why marry her if neither of them win
but then she left the castle
to an apartment downtown
she had no work experience
so she downgraded down south
she was on welfare
angry as a bee
she had no money to buy anything
then things got worse
when she couldnt get not one wish
she called her godmother
but found out she was just a witch
she had no other choice
she was stuck where she was
so she moved back in with her stepmother
who didnt change at all
Her stepmother
yelled and screamed
and once again she did everything
But then she said she found a guy
she was in love
to her surprise
she got pregnant
she was happy indeed
but then he left her
with a baby to feed
When she went to her stepmother
she wouldnt alow both
so back to welfare she goes
now here she is with a child and no job
wishing for some happily ever after
she says it can happen again
but oh cinderella
the story is done
life just didnt work out for you hun!
*NO offense was/is intended to ANYONE*
Having said that
for all of us, dear friends,
not left any other way at all
going to the worth life and prosperity
except turn to Crist
who just partly known for some of us as a prophet Isa
completely shadowed by Lenin, Marks and Muhammad.
All other way
as you clearly see
degraded, downgraded,
run out, vanishing
or dying in empty air,
dear brethren, close one and relates.
Believe me, please,
albeit I am not prophet and strong lieder,
I just tell you as honest man
who lived with you in country and region
that survived in short time several revolutions
and innumerous plots, famines, calamities, civil wars
and others fatal experiments
under the ruling of our brainless governors and corruptive, cursed advisers.
I am just not want left you
you children and grandchildren
for another decades and tragic long circle
of multiplying and growing
disasters, slandering and gloomy perspectives
with Ortodocs Russian churches
and Russian neoimperializm
or with Islamic fanatics
or Chinese market communism,
flourishing and looks promising now,
even the West Catholicism and Protestantism
and Anglican church
do not preferable and helpfull now,
the same a free market economy and ideology
on the base of US modern democracy
with giant corporations of greedy richest person
leading world from one crisis to another
cannot been worshiped by us,
even the best example of Swiss, Denmark, Singapore
and other small prosperity countries
could not inspire and attract us anymore.
Only turning to eternal Truth and values
and keeping the highest moral Code,
precepts and commandments
prescribed for us and every one
by the holy olders from Bible -
love to neighbor and love to God
and Crist,s readiness for sacrifice our private life
for others benefits
would help us find out and see
the far light in the channel of darkness -
only way going our nation and country
toward save and prosperity
and God’s blessing status and standarts.
I can see you
in my peripheral,
hands move
with steady ease
completing their tasks,
your body moves
like a sturdy breeze
making its way
from there, to,
I don’t know where.
And another piece
of my substance,
drains away...
I ache to reach out
tracing the words
and pictures
rippling on your skin
that reveal a story
of our time,
I want to memorize
each line and curve
in the tips
of my fingers
and rub them
against my temples,
to relive the journey
But another memory
is lost and erased
in the torment...
shaking,
my lips fail to move
with an answer
to the question,
the power
of communication
is slowly
being downgraded
and exchanged
And yet another day
of living in silence
commences...
now no longer
in my peripheral,
I am bereft
and grieving,
tossing my head
in denial
I rake my nails
across my face,
finally, I lay down
in the valley
of the dead,
no longer fearing
evil, I have become
emptiness and sorrow
my veil of sadness
is catching the tears
of the neverwas.
Another moment
existing in the land
of the living dead...
unraveling my mind
unhitching my soul,
you've unmade
all there is of me
I am unwinding
unweaving, un-sewing,
redeveloped into
the unbecoming.
Another hour began
sitting in the canyon
watching a fall...
---
Much later,
in the corner of my eye
a miracle lit a spark,
it now smolders
deep within my core
and at will
it is flaming free.
Another strand of hope
has been cast,
and it’s coiling inside me...
Black umbrella pupils
Unfurling as my lips
Hold my tongue hostage
Your arms batter my heart's door
Howling winds ripping the roof
Off all our broken promises
But then your lashes shuttered stuck
As my fingers danced in your rain
Your lips downgraded
A hurricane
------
Knew it was a matter of time before I wrote a hurricane poem. Hurrah for being a Floridian.
Downgrading storms= storm weakens/ends
Life is beautiful,
but how about afterlife?
This prominent atheist
downgraded all my hopes
for meeting with lost relates and close ones
and eternal life with my love
in Edem
or eternal suffering with my enemies
in Hell.
It is really awful for truly believers
one day lost all hopes for hopes,
There are no Hell,
no Paradise,
no reincarnation,
no escaping, no ressurection.
Comlete darkness before and after.
That truth equal to submit all Death of Deaths,
when come clearly understanding
that you are never meet more
with mother,
that you have not other chance
to be a director of company, or lieder of nation,
or savior of nation,
that no one saint or prophets
descend to you
with kind word in you last instances.
He didn’t deny God
but explained him
from the point of evolution theory,
If he really existed
he dwelled in frame of scienctific process
as some superhuman creature.
How long I prepared for grand miracle
and Judging day?
And now I perfectly informed
and got intrinsic prove
that I am
the greatest luck or mistake
and nothing more instead
in this cool mathematical explaining and expanding Universe.
She was the love of my life
But was never much of a wife
Which caused a whole lot of strife
Her hatred cut through my heart like a surgical knife
Once full of life now praying for a change in life
The love faded as the hate invaded
My thoughts persuaded while my presence was degraded
Always making me feel like you downgraded
All along my soul forever shaded
Wishing I knew the reason I was hated
Or why the feelings were abated
Dreaming of the day that I will be extricated
We were definitely mismated
What a fool as I stand here life deflated
Can only hope it will be mended
Its always myself I'm defending
Time to stop pretending
No more room for bending
The unrelenting ending is impending
3/29/2017
You know my words are different, especially when they touch your heart.
I tried to rule the world, I couldn't get passed the smell of your beautiful, green, Vine-like hair.
I'm ready for your kiss of death, actually I've been ready for a while now- just like a faithful husband should be!
Or have we downgraded to just me and you?!
You left me standing there- outside in the rain.
You threw my love in the trash , but how about we give it a try one more time?
What Songwriter or writers Inspire you????
Jonas Brothers, and Eminem
Life has changed we live in fear
Stay safe take care are all we here
The lockdown has started but when will it end
Will the system break or will it bend
Will this world ever be the same
Who’s to punish who’s to blame
Marshal law is now the rule
As the virus searches dark and cruel
Ones you care for and love so much
Are locked away denied our touch
The Streets are silent the laughter faded
Our first class lives are now downgraded
Distances, a thought in constant motion
Provokes alarm creates emotion
Relationships suppressed devoid
Programmed now to swerve avoid
survival and self preservation
Cover and Consume our nation
Armageddon holds its breath
fills its lungs with every death
Waiting in the wings of life
To make its entrance flail its strife
Let’s go, dear, to live together
and we should look eventually
what happen with such decision,
certainly we are growing fast older and downgraded
going to end, my sugar candy,
but we have been together,
that s sound finely, doesn’t?
So let’s keep living together.
No one warranted
what happened from such idea:
would we live in peace and harmony
or our life have been hurly-burly,
the whole one endless cacophony,
maybe we are both drown
with tsunami of troubles and problems
or we shall find way for harbor
our safety and harmony,
or our ship will moved to divorcee
and fighting for shearing joint collecting property.
No one know answers for that hellish questions
and predict future possibilities and revelation
in all its damned variations,
maybe love will thousand times cursing
and regretting and lamenting
for this occasion and acceptance
of long waiting meeting, suggestion and dance.
But let’s keep living together
right now and without any postponing
traying never miss each other’s
and we are looking for what’s happened later,
growing older and downgrade
but we have been live with you together
my dear sugar candy,
let’s, please, living forever.