Best End Product Poems
You Are Who You Are
(Dedicated to all students in Brunei)
You are who you are- a unique creature.
All men are your brothers but you’re different and rare.
None that came before, none that lives today,
nor one that lives tomorrow would ever be like you.
You are a unique rarity of nature’s creation,
an end product of changes through years of evolution.
So you’re well-equipped in both body and mind,
as any other creatures, emperors and wise men.
Within you burns a flame of discontent,
raging so fiercely for years and generations.
It scorches your spirit, a constant irritation-
an eagerness to be better, as you journey on.
You have unlimited potential that should be put to use,
lest it will rot and die, stagnate and run dry.
You should achieve more, much more than you’ve done,
and not indulge in self-praise for achievement not grand.
Struggle may not be easy, thorns may come your way.
But they’re chances in disguise, hold on ‘till you’re free.
Nature knows no defeat and so should you,
victorious you’ll emerge as you persist and wait.
Into a mountain you’ll grow not shrink into a mound,
by straining your potential until success is found.
Yes, you’ll be the greatest, the greatest of all,
‘cause you’re not born by chance, that’s what
you’re here for.
Alicia M Advincula.
When I was called little brother,
I smiled.
It meant I have an elder sibling.
One from whom I could learn,
To discern,
Between Light and Dark.
What about the Grey?
Only a few would about the grey;
Enquire.
Even fewer,
Perhaps none
Would even begin to aspire,
Is grey the divider?
What is a divider?
A partition,
A separation,
A barrier.
In essence a carrier,
Of both dark and Light;
Having both thane sight!
The grey is never contrite,
It does and will do on sight!!!
Come with your purported might!
Closer…
Closer…
Unseen seen chaos,
These are my instruments,
Your might;;;
Will be eaten as sacrements.
For continual human growth within,
Mistakes rectified by the elder or role model;
Taught the current crop must be,
Lessons are as seeds;;;
Planted into our mother,
Blending with Earth, Water and Sun,
The seed transmutes and soon the seed has had its fun,
A plant is now the end product.
We humans are also ever transforming,
Perhaps not as apparent as natural beauty forming,
But what is natural beauty?
What is beauty?
Random randominity is beauty natural,
Random beauty is natural randominity,
Natural randominity is random beauty,
Beautiful randominity randoms naturally,
In essence;
Culturally cultural.
Not an over-spill,
Providence shines.
Understanding and comprehension,
In succession,
For thee.
The trick however is to pass on that understanding and comprehension.
But how do you do that?
When most of the generation is tuned to the Playstation!
Violent games evocating the continuation
Of our disgusting violent nation.
Perhaps attempt to not scold or tell;
Allow thane actions to speak wonders,
As an undiscovered well.
Keep the resonance of thane bell,
Consistant.
Perhaps another revolutionary,
Your prodige has to be selectant,
Of his student, his confectionary.
Without this passing down of knowledge,
We all might as well eat the most poisonous berry.
THE BASTARD
Oh! Poor bastard!
The end product of
flirtation
Shamefully brought
to the world
By his slutty mother
A dog she is
Caressed by that
dog-Nature
Father
In an ungodly manner
Oh! Poor bastard
Living a life of
shame
Of not knowing his
Father
So unlucky he is
Never having to know
the
Love of his parents
So unlucky he is
Oh! Poor bastard!
Traveling for nine
months
In the womb of a dog
Facing difficulties
Battling with drugs
Refusing to be
aborted
I must survive, he
says
What a poor
creature!
I must survive, he
says
Refusing to be
aborted
He enter the world
of shame and pain
Dumped by the
roadside
At night
By that slutty
mother
Who refuse to
embrace motherhood
Oh! Poor creature
Oh poor bastard!
Picked up by the
nuns
Cared for by the
nuns
He grew up to love
the nuns.
Desperate to know
his origin
Who are my parents?
Where am I from?
He asked every now
and
Then
He embarked on a
journey
A journey of
discovery.
You can’t be my
mother
You are not worthy
You rejected me
T detest you mother
I loathe you father
I reject you
Now in the street he
is
Wandering and
wandering
Searching for
survival
Oh! Poor creature!
Unlucky creature!
Oh! Poor bastard!
We often look at the person within the walls as the breaker ,
not the broken
the relentless evil that exists in this persons free will
The horror this person was willing to create
how they bruised societies ego
How then do we look then at the breakers
We look with sad forgiving eyes
We understand why the family is scared to sleep again in there own house
We understand why the victim escapes into opiat related bliss
We understand why they cant go back to yesterdays routine.
When is it that we decide to place the time stamp
Why must it begin then
What if we looked at everything
Why do we value one free will above another
Lets move back and see
Let your forgiving eyes relate and empathize
The brain signalling reflex and pain
receptors act as puppet strings that hopes to move one out of harms way
Move from everything that hurts,
some stronger than others
To isolate a lonely human is only to further the hurt
Hurt very quickly to desperation
Desperation to obedience
Obedience to “conditional acceptance”
Problem Solved
No
Looking head on into your own script is the only way to find your story
Read your story well, don't skip a line
It all comes together,
what led your brain to release those choices?
If you read my book,
word for word
you would get to the same page in the same chapter
your next sentence would be the same
where my choice is simply a result-
A choice to rid the pain
Remove the fear
Lift the prejudice
Do I run or dare I confront
Do I feast or make love
Is my machine well oiled and assembled for the job
Does the neglect of my maintenace not matter
Is my warranty the 12 decedents of men that choose whether I shall be rebuilt
Or is my justice sitting right here in my book.
Is my forgiveness in my manufacturer
or is forgiveness in the pressure that all my parts are constructed to work a certain way
Am I to be assembled in a way that produces the end product wanted
Then why isn't the best engineer on my case
A lawyer to make decisions the law
a captain to navigate a ship
yet an amateur is sent to rebuild what is broken
an amateur assembled us in the first place
The answer is to understand the book
The answer is to understand the amateur
My Justice is the past
My Justice is my past
My Justice is your past
My justice
Our Justice
POEM: I GROW WHERE I'M PLANTED.
BY SIMEON A.D. PANGU
Though I write rhyme
But I can't sing,
It not a limitation neither a crime,
I do it with pleasure for the joy it bring,
I can't paint neither draw,
Yet the beauty of it I always adore,
I love water yet I can't swim,
At the beach I try to capture every emotional scene.
I have multiple of talent that the fact,
But I will always grow where I am plant,
Being Jack of multiple trade, master of none,
Never would I, for in it I found no fun.
Not because I am afraid of sudden failure just by trying,
But one day you will come to realize,
Without birth, their is no need for dying,
So my priority I will always prioritize,
My major I'll major, minor I'll minor
Never would I minor in my major, or major in my minor.
Life if not a game of chance,
For you'll never stay in the same romance
Opportunity come but once, people say,
Opportunity keeps on reoccurring, if on a career you chose to stay.
All my eggs on one basket I will put,
Just well I prepare the basket for my eggs to put.
If you can't dance neither act,
Teaching is another version of art.
Talent no one is born without,
Ours We don't get to know, for void we tend to scout.
I dont do because I found it comfortable,
But let the end product to others be pleasurable.
Use your talent, on others to create positive impact,
For NOAH is always remembered for just building an ark, which is a single act.
simeonpangu1@gmail.com
+23288241244
Creative writers societies.
I mean was Darwin thinking when he wrote this theory
When I studied Psychology and read this I said O’ dear me
Only the strong shall survive was his point
I think on this subject his jaw was out of joint
Observing two similar birds with different beaks
Saying that’s evolution is evident as I speak
Well here I go again, a myth buster at his best
To show this dude Darwin didn’t put the theory to the test.
I have one example that blows holes in it
Even Darwin will raise his hands and say “Sid you got me beat”
Hear we go:
Once again :-)
Have you ever seen a female dog when she’s on heat
To the male dogs this is a treat
They line up be hind her according to strength
As they patiently wait to make love to this wench
But then a strange thing happens the strongest mut
Is faced with a challenge which is a make or bust
And while they size each other and start to brawl
The others run away leaving one that is scrawny and small
The small one approaches her and doesn’t even have the audacity to give her a sniff
He just climbs up and gives her the stiff
And after his finished and has done the deed
You expecting a through breed, the end product is a mongrel cross breed
So when you meet a skinny man with coke bottle glasses and a comb over
Just think “no such thing as natural selection and the best is scrawny Rover”
This is the best that you’ll ever get
And the love will be the best I bet
And as I tuck myself in and before I switch off the light
All I have to say ladies and gentleman is good night
Can You Can a Comment
There are only certain things that are allowed
To happen all by yourself or in a big crowd
Like poems I have been writing as of late
On them having the power to concentrate.
What will end product of poem be for me
How it is interpreted am starting to see
Into past my promising poem will fade
Few or no comments were ever made.
Where in poem do you need an ingredient
To improve them and make more expedient
In last two hours have written four more
An unsurmountable addition is still in store.
People read poems and keep coming back
Yet still comments they will always lack
So would you say I was slightly suspicious
By saying your behavior is concupiscious.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Concupiscence
Wow. Guess I have invented a new word
By adding copious to concupiscence. The
result is concupiscious. Added footnote.
Oh unity,an opinion pescribed by love
The bond of cordial relationship
The boat saddled on the ocean of love
That moves on intensely like a ship
It grows on focusly like an hibiscus flower
It fruits are nourishing like sindey
It is reliable to be set on as a pillar
Let government build on it and follow it lead
As a mountain it protects
As a mirror it reflects
Rely on it and its precepts
Because it end-product is success in it strenght.
Solid lines of no solidarity;
scribbling at paper with an inkless pen.
Brain-check,
flash-back;
to a time when rhyme meant decent lines
in due time.
And now I’m stuck with this darn inkless pen;
scribbling for weeks on a blank sheet of paper.
Scribbling for weeks and the end-product is this;
at least an end-product exists!
Touché
It really was just like you read it in the poems, a bolt; a shock. One moment I was in a shop, minding my own bees-wax. Next thing I know, some dizzy girl is asking me to break a twenty. Good thing I had the change. Good thing I was ready for a change.
She said thanks, went on her way. I dropped my nose back into my book, lamenting the blown opportunity. She returned and taking the seat across from me she whispered, “You knew I’d be back, right?” She became the gypsy then, a tarot teller, turning my palm upward. Her hand was warm and her smile was sincere.
The next four hours became a blur of sublime madness. When you stare at a situation, trapping it, knowing if you look away it will disappear forever? It was that. No one knew. No one cared. We slipped through the streets, swimming in others’ indifference.
She reads my mind to this day. She will enter the room, tickle my palm and smile.
This was a spontaneous poem, typed in December 2014, inspired by a New York Times illustration. I typed the poem right onto the illustration. You can see the end product here --> http://wrongwaywriteway.com/2014/12/30/and-wham/
~TH~
It’s on the brink
The result is on the brink
The outcome will be announced
The result will be pronounced
For everything done
There's always fun
So don't panic for whatever will be the effect!
Don’t be disappointed by the end product!
Of whatever test you already given
Experienced gained and so far you are driven
Once again my tears have fallen.
But not for someone else.
They fall silently and inward
Only for myself.
It’s ok this time
That my tears are for me.
I trust myself,
Just this once.
Tears of retribution
Of anger and utter joy.
My life in peaceful turmoil.
Love and pain in chaotic harmony.
Just for a change
I can be strong enough to change.
Change my heart
And all my life.
Peaceful and complete
In hope and dismay.
My feet firmly planted
In the Rock in which I anchor.
Just like a caterpillar,
I am curled up
Unready to break through
Into the world.
One day when my heart’s complete.
My wings will unfold
And I a beautiful butterfly
Will grace the world.
A short time I will live.
Until the old becomes cocooned.
A new life at rebirth,
A new coat of colours to show.
With my new life I will strive
To change my heart and my soul.
Beauty shall be my end product
In power will my beauty be displayed.
Greek mythological
drama flourishes,
nee thrives within
noggin of yours truly
gods and goddesses
sporting Hellenic origins
purportedly cavort
higgledy-piggledy
rampantly running ragged
ruminative raconteur
resultant rueful end product
wreckage of present day me
chafing amidst yesteryear's adversities
shadow boxing doppelganger nemesis
fetus in fetu maintaining stranglehold
choking ability to breathe
unsuccessful roundup eradication
resultant mailer daemons
ruling the roost
time and again professional
therapy exorcised futility
psyche plagued with said
crudely sketched hobgoblins
permanently lodged within
fifty plus shades gray matter
mein kampf analogous to siege
and/or civil war
abductor and hostage
terrorist versus negotiators
one and the same person
ideal fecund environment
irresistible nasty brutes
unwilling to forsake
golden opportunity
passive languishing helpless
antisocial bumbling creature
mandate decreed heir extinguished
sentenced eventually commuted
life without parole lifetime
metaphorically imprisoned harsh
punishment solitary confinement
crime synonymous equalled
chance happenstance ovulation
nsync with seminal linkedin
fertilization, impregnation, parturition
essentially random appalling dice throw
courtesy biological roulette
automatic defacto malefactor
abstractly describes lifelong
condemnation, humiliation, ostracization
hence if nothing else
no shortage writing material.
Horn Heuristic Composite Haiku
This consists of seven haiku combined
for a total of 21 lines. Both seven and
21 appear to be lucky for some reason
or another.
Heard it has been told
Your guess is as good as mine
Or someone else's.
That is my introductory haiku.
Was hard to measure
Also value of treasure
From perfect pleasure.
Appeared out of site
Infinite beyond belief
Somewhat ill-conceived.
Beaten to a pulp
Result of belligerence
Now not recognized.
Totally fruitless
Also inescapable
And no longer missed.
Hope it will be found
Along with what it pertained to
Gave up searching for.
Reason is unknown
Not sure what end product was
You to confiscate.
Voters did adjourn
Whole case was given up on
A total, lost cause.
(May sound familiar
A Presidential campaign
Complete oblivion.)
James Thesaurus Heuristic Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Jill and I still have terrible coughs
and headaches. Think we will skip
St. James Episcopal Church in
Shallotte, NC.
The Universe is a machine.
It's a machine that creates.
It has the raw materials in the elements.
It has energy sources in the stars and it has the software in mathematics.
It takes these things and creates life.
Through life it then creates sophisticated beautiful things.
We can see these things all around us.
Evolution is a process of refining within the machine. Updating, expanding and altering the product until the desired results are achieved. Intelligent biology ultimately will create intelligent machines ever improving the design. That's when birth occurs. The rise of the machine's machines. The end product.