Best Evaluation Poems
Psycho Evaluation
Physically unable to deal with all this stress
a clinical Psychiatrist said that I am depressed
No shat Sherlock you are such a genius
10 years of college for this uneducated guess
Yah you're just an Idiot with an ego to caress
Pockets full of pens and eyeglasses to impress
Yes we all notice the impeccable way you dress
Armani styled striped suit all ironed and pressed
It looks quite expensive only the best for the best
No I don't want to do your magic ink blotter test
You act as if by the Almighty you are blessed
Just like the Preacher trying to get us to confess
So how do I know this won't end up in my arrest
I guess I'll just have to remove you in the end more or less
Now who is the one that's stressed???...
revised 04/27/16
It's not enough to know of your worth
Through mother/father lips:
'You special, good looking, cool,
Smart, genius and also mesmerizing,
Have great charisma...
With personality to match
The best of all historic figures,
Great athlete also...
Well deserving someone
Who's rich like Gates or Buffet
Looking like Depp or, at least, Clooney...
With Jesus Christ's significance and morals
And, add to it, Jerry Sienfeld's funny -
All in one person, nonetheless.'
What's life will tell you in advance
Will give you all the warnings, lessons:
'It's not delusional assessments
It's what others
Thinking of you...
And if you are in demand
By other and another persons.'
I looked into the mirror
HORROR- GROTESQUE!
And saw me looking back
GASP!
And quickly looked away.
Words alone, of all languages
in their many denominations
NONE of them describe
the sight of IT...me.
This would explain people’s reactions to me
Especially of late
The Nile with its mixture of dirt, water, corpses, blood from plague
Can not stand as representation
of the mixed turmoil of emotions that I have felt
The Hatred, Love, Pity, Self Hatred, Infatuation,
Depression, Resentment in all its forms
The shades, hues- colors of blood
that cover my face, hands, limbs and heart.
That I the epitome of pity, hate
and exceeding rejection should stand
to feel, to touch, to express-I am NOT worthy!
but it remains repressed
From blatant lies, deceit,
Misconception, misrepresentation
The need for self annihilation becomes more evident- resplendent
Oh, If only I could find a
Peace, a river, silence, serene
An escape from bitter, cold, rotting existence,
If only...If only...I had you...
They say that I write dark things
That I do not laugh again
That my words are like crows wings
And metaphors Noah's rain
They say my meanings blot the sun
There is no dance on the page
And so they believe that having fun
Means ignorance must be on stage.
These are days dark, my blind dear
The world has changed is changing still
What was dew is now the tear
Of forests dead before they are killed
Of seas stagnant and melting poles
While we breathe poison in the air
Seasons and genders switched in roles
Merely trip the meter of fear.
My page is my canvas I write
What see, the sun shredding earth
To dust, and crumbled stalagmite
Our bones, blown in a dusty spurt
And from the cathedral singing
Comes, a papal caravan of dreams
You are at the start, I at the ending
Of time's delicious little schemes
Often I wonder
Why I chose the road to nowhere
Accompanied by decisions of tragedy
It’s my life…It’s unfair
Circling a murky path while carrying a heavy load
Zagging through mazes and winding roads
Embracing myself for the slippery slopes
Crashing to the bottom with all my hopes
Just a thought
What good is it to really try?
Knowing in the end I will die
The same destiny waits
If I stay a fool or come wise
How silly is my laughter
When the euphoria leads to somber
What is conversation but idle chatter?
Awakened by reality a walking slumber
Wisdom is my criticism
Judgment is my defeat
Knowledge tells me I am happier without you
Yet, I am miserable with me
Evaluating
Educating
Escaping life
The greater my wisdom
The greater my grief
To increase knowledge
Only to increase sorrow
Ecclesiastes 1:18
The custody evaluator’s
Grand plan,
Playing God with
Other people’s lives,
What could
Possibly go wrong.
Diamond worth of gold
Appraisal perhaps I should praise
If forsaken, then who am I in this den?
I ask if there will be a murmur.
Who declares “I am the forsaken!”?
Then watch your mouth and account for it
Who then worth praise or raise
Is it your darkness or your brightness?
Behold and admire your admirer
I proffer “can you create your naira”?
If yes, then claim mountain
Poor perplex night soil man.
If at most you posses a naira
Count this: a prerogative
For you is not anything
In the hands of your Maker
In God hands we are made
In His hands we are a fake
He gives and takes
In absent of no one
He is there as cake.
What's the values of life
What's a successful life
No definition indeed
One man's meat may be another man's poison
Let the happiness decides
Man should pursue happiness
Without hurting others
Or offending the law
Let's follow one's conscience
Let's follow the teachings of God
Life is full of meanings and pursuits
Richess, love, health, fame or contribution
May be one of the road to
The tower of happiness
And so a successful life
But it can be either temporary or everlasting
And it all depends on your fate or sincerity
What do we have here
It's the twenty-four impure hours
that precede this exact moment
in which we realize that the past day
once again had no qualities
and it was just and again
the amorphous happening of empty facts
repeating the constant tonic
of the previous countless hours
in which our accounting demonstrated
that is not only wild
but also cruel in the essence of its meaning
because the extract of everything is a gigantic nothing
that accumulated formats what we are:
the tasteless layers of recurring thoughts
the monotonous routine of deficient organisms
the outlandish bet on a losing run
the unnecessary accumulation of obsolete items
the incessant search for the essential but non-existent
logical sense to our incoherent lives.
A life of burden and heavy loads
Protracted suffering and dead end roads
What crimes have I committed
That my fates are predisposed
To lonely pain, waves of rain
From endless storms of woe
I’ve faced down demons, slaughtered fears
More times than many have known
Worn the bravest faces
Prevailed in treacherous places
That many might dare survive
Lived through dreadful dreams
In vivid, wide-eyed, wakeful hours
Still I embrace every God-given day
Full of life and spiritual prowess
To confront new foes fate might summon
With faith, hope and mental power
When nightfall signals time for resting
I tally another day’s shortfalls
Then count my blessings
The next breath I take
Proof I’ve broken even
Still quite alive…
A day closer to life’s reave
Another day gone like the changing seasons
Years and decades have followed me here
The last chapter or word of our stories
Is seldom clear
When life’s anguish fades with our final breath
Have we claimed our reward or our punishment
When making acquaintance with Death?
I am barely awake at my job today
I yawn and yawn, trying to stay up and awake
Of course, this is my evaluation day
I am not worried, not concerned. I do not quiver or quake.
I have had evaluations, and they have all gone okay.
I am yawning and yawning and yawning today.
Where is all of this tiredness coming from? I ask myself.
No idea, but I am feeling like a crazy, insane, yawning elf.
I had better drink some water, so I can pretend to be alive.
At least I get evaluated before a quarter to five.
Here is another yawn. It is so irritating to me!
Here is my supervisor, scary as can be!
Every day,
I feel that
I have to learn
one more word,
When I use
each one
after the other,
the combination
rocks
my whole world
I am blinded by these...tears i'm crying
Binded by pain...and i can't hide from this
I am see-through...see my sin sick soul
If you peeped through my peepers...
or see how i'm cracked deep down at the seams;
it seems the threads of me keeps unravelling
And i'm traveling deeper to a place...where cold creeps
I'm reaping what has been sewn into me
This shell, you see, is a fallacy
It's a sheet that shields the best of me
I feed off-of your energy...to better me
I'm best suited by booting your confidence...
control-alt-delete
Although i seem to be well put together...
I'm actually incomplete
I cannot hide from this...I cannot hide from me
But i run from sleep...I run from my dreams
And these tears that seep...won't seem to let me be
They won't grant me peace...so i must recollect;
the pieces of me that are kissed with beauty
And the depth that makes me so true...
And these tears that blurs my reflection;
I'm so glad i dont look like;
I never knew what to fill the spaces with
Sometimes I didn't even see them
They were disguised under many coats
With hidden pockets of shallowness
And oversized buttons to mismatched holes.
It didn't matter most of the time
Because the tailor never stopped sewing more
And I was content to let them lie
Beneath the growing pile of tweed
And gaberdine and wrinkled linen
Kind fabrics who wrapped them up
And kept them warm and unprepared
But as time went on and more people
Left the party, the pile of coats
Gradually disappeared and the tailor
couldn't keep up the pace of making
The spaces could be easily filled at first
With dreams, with passion, with sorrow,
With the wrap of a Cherub's leg in bed,
With the carefree knowing there'd be time
To butter them with tears or laughter
Or use their emptiness for meditation
But in the spaces that are left
A greater contemplation is required
It is necessary for them to be filled
With greater aspiration which in itself
Brings further sorrow for deep within them
Is the simple indication
That I will not have enough time
To fill them all.
© Allen Ansell 2025
My heart is so beating now
Rushing blood circulating
My life is subject to how
My behavior evaluating
6/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
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