Best Evaluations Poems
~~Move the Clouds~
(A Reason for Rainbows)
When you left, you took my heart!
It was midnight.
You darted out of the house into
that midnight Spring moonlight,
with but two sentences.
I stood there weeping, with my tears
falling on my starlit engagement ring.
Like a fool, I believed what you said.
You bag of arrogant wind!
I seriously thought of suicide
each day for months.
I went into therapy, too
But God had much bigger plans
for me.
He placed a beautiful man in my life,
who never hurt me or caused strife.
I became the Mother of a
beautiful girl, an outstanding
grandson and a totally transformed life.
I don't let people's outrageous
evaluations of me cause me
pain.
Others judgements are what
they are, their judgements!
They are not me.
I learned to soar like the white
sea gulls above the Pacific.
So astonishingly high above
San Francisco Bay!
Whenever, I chose~night or day.
And be totally me, me, me.
Now and forever.
Free ,free, free!
Of others' arrogance and
grandiose superiority.
~~~~~
June 2, 2019
3am PST
If you are so proud
of your sensibilities and tastes,
so convinced that your arbitrary judgements
are infallible as heartbeats of angels,
if you are the sole instrument of God's grace and evaluations
then why don't you allow them to stand next to that which you condemn
for your peers and the world to judge,
why deny those immaculate tenets the glory
of intellectual and moral combat
to prove their legitimacy, their spiritual superiority
and not to become what they claim to understand and abhor,
who and what do you believe you are protecting,
its critics like you that retard the development of the Youth,
attempt to shame love and passion,
encourage the madness of tyrannies,
and succor the demons of oppressive cults,
does a rose hide itself in the shade,
does a beautiful sword dignify itself with wild slashes,
does the truth honor itself with silence,
does justice inspire with opinion,
Banish the bullies,
trip the trolls,
excise the malevolent,
leave passionate love alone...
I declare,
let there be contrast,
let there be Art -
J.A.B.
I’m in a psychology class and as part of it we filled out several, detailed, personality evaluations. They said these were helpful in forming a psychological profile of the freshmen classes each year and of particular interest were these COVID years.
The professor said she’d be available, before finals, to review them with us if we were interested - and I volunteered. So in our review we’re going over my results and she says: “Your trauma history could produce this constellation of wit, wiriness and attachment-anxiety.”
I flinch, irritably, thinking, my “trauma history?” What, “trauma history?” Wondering if - maybe the professor was looking at the wrong paper?
She read my reaction and the consternation on my face, started flipping through the papers, and said, “According to the history you submitted, your father was killed when you were seven and you were hospitalized for...”
“OMG” I thought, blanking out what she was saying, “How could I have forgotten THAT?” Even for a moment. Then I sag with this oppressive, blanket-like wave of guilt at having put the crash so far out of my mind.
“The dismissal of childhood trauma is quite normal,” she said, putting her hand on my arm, “You have to put trauma out of your everyday thoughts - to get on with your life.” She assured me. “It’s quite normal.”
How many blind sides do I have? I wondered
have you heard of the cloud appreciation society?
Jesus Christ
cloud spotters
points for clouds
you got ya stratocumulus
I just saw a cumulus congestus tower
thirty points for that
fifty-five points for stacked plates
kelvin-helmholtz
sundogs
rainbows
pyrocumulus
smoke from the kettle counts
one bloke submitted steam from his fried sausages
crematoriums are out I said
some of them disputed my evaluations
I've got the handbook I told them
I understand the science of the sky
one said we should have cloud spotting VAR
I told them sod it then
it is was on my morning stroll
i first noticed that common
white house dress, pearl buttons
busy in her garden
sauntering on, a most common sight
on subsequent passings
my evaluations were she was
not of any particular beauty
yet, there was a numen
behind that simple picket fence
one that many times held me
in a strange fascination
her beauty was in a simplicity
that left my inductive mind
in a madhouse to understand
so, i began, to steal my moments
with her as an opportunity provided
lost in the study of some neighbor's oak
i became the ornithologist
i was to take on many rolls
no avenue was to be denied
later i was to realize
it was the grasp of that numen
as Odysseus sirens
i was born to succumb
this ship would not pass in the night
in the red sunset, a harbor found
Benedick is ready to surrender
and so my wish within did find a line
to be man enough to balance a motorcycle
and wear the dress of Emily
a metaphor for abandoning the leather vest
but if we must deal with the truth
give freedom to dreams
indeed i would forsake all the world
could bestow on me, wealth, honor
as with each line i dwell with her
to turn back all of time
and be the man that won the heart
of Emily Dickinson
OKC 5/22
Trump or Hillary - A crucial choice for America
.
Madam Hillary may be moving
On the road of American election
With a greater speed than Trump
On the cushions of wealthy donations
Provided to her by her rich and wealthy friends
.
But I wondered and anticipated
What would be?
The likely reactions of the people of America
Whether they would prefer a stronger America
When they would assemble
To cast their votes
For making a more dynamic and prosperous America
Safer, sturdy and an America
Which would march
On the roads of new discoveries and inventions
Not for the destruction of the world
But for the welfare of all Americans
And for the welfare of the world.
.
A thought came to my mind
That the people of America
Would not cast their votes just blindly
Without weighing
Different aspects of their vote choices
And the potentials of these two powerful candidates
In my view they would cast their votes
After making their evaluations
As per liking and intellectual taste.
.
As such, the results would be astonishing
As it would also decide
The future journey of America
Whether it would be safe in the hands of Hillary
Or it would be safer
Under the boldness of Trumph
Who wants to do many things new.
.
The factor that Madam Hillary
Is moving fast
On the cushions of donated money
Would be the deciding factor
In the coming elections of America
To determine
The future path of this powerful nation of the world.
.
As a friend of American people and poets
I shall be waiting
For the very interesting 2016 election results.
.
Ravindra K Kapoor
M.P India 03rd Nov. 2016
Tentative evaluation of personal standards
Enlightens and reveals possible answers
Specific visual outline reduces
Transference of explanations and excuses
Discover behavioral actions to minimize
problem areas that need to be scrutinized
Knowledge of character defects analyzed
enables change as awareness is centralized
Past experiences can be used to exercise
self evaluations for patterns to improvise
Trial and error results that are summarized
determine changes that can be optimized
Chronic, complicated consequences require candor
Warning they will repeat if there is any deceit
Trial and error is often bittersweet change from concrete
Tentative evaluation of personal standards
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Written 2-10-2016
4x4 Word Pairing Master Rhyme Contest by Silent One
Word Pairing - Trial and Error
Second Place
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Thumbs Up To The Journey
At the footbridge as it bridges past from present future and perspectives your
feet might be-come and may be-go confused be-fuddled as can your mind before
the shadows rainbows feathered fancy pastel tunes and blues-bound colours
can memories anticipation taking-stock ooze pots and lots of lived experience
re-scribed re-told rewound projected narrated from emotive thoughts
stand still
At the bridge as it cradles the canyon with ladles and measures of the moment
where it spans what once was what you enrich in here and now not there and then the sweeping meadows fields of harvest schisms unions paradigms evaluations can treasures scary scars letting-go liberate scents and stents of living fragrance perceived untold configured touched upon stocked up condensed
reflected wait
The past is yet to come and not withstanding what bridge which side what size
and whence long gone remembrance spins and spans and slows and speeds the motion the sunrise dusk and dawning tapestry mosaic photographic lens sensations can truth reality attitudes and imperfections find soul and solace shared solitude re-modelled shaped anew confronted soothed harmonised
accentuated rise
The future has arrived and has been long projected and the past is living on
where they settle and sizzle on in ember’s glory and ashes to ashes and Phoenix in flight when horizons and boxes un-boxed wriggling worms preceding grave graves can joy pleasure senses and sexes passion peace human works of art in progress accepted invited challenged unchallenged channelled welcomed
gratitude prevail
At the foot-bridge at the mind-bridge where it bridges cradles sweeps your meaning brushes and jungles juggles and wonders which hand’s intuition which path to follow lie the answers to the questions asked lie the questions known and
not yet explored
24th July 2016
I'm a simple guy,
I like video games, music and succeeding without trying,
So when a man comes up to me and tell me he can save my life,
Who am I to turn down a free book from a generous passerby,
Strange how after hundreds of Reddit articles I find these red words the most astounding,
Each verse saturated with a truth beyond my understanding,
I embraced the scripture in my new-found belief,
Ditching skeptics and scientific contention for a biblical motif,
So with my newfangled faith I embarked on a holy endeavor,
To sift through a lifetime of personal uncertainty to uncover the answer,
I found myself under bottomless pizza boxes,
Buying time stocks from the evolutionary clock,
Discovering purpose through glimmering game discs,
Fashioning polygonal personalities into personable obelisks,
Uncovering the depths of my psyche excavating mountains of dirty laundry,
Rinse on, dry off, purging both physical filth and emotional quandaries,
Sharing walkways with speeding cars enslaved to a monetary duty I can't shirk
A journey of a thousand steps every pilgrimage to work,
My blood a bubbling brew of ambition and potential,
Yet required to surpass insurmountable credentials,
Ignoring the marked symbols in newspapers they seek to brand on my forehead,
Subjective opinions of civility and idealism dropped on me like warheads,
Cryptic predictions of personality and fate,
You think I need a dice roll to determine if I'm straight?
Countless evaluations to rationalize the psyche and soul combined,
What makes their opinion more viable than mine?
I'm taking buoyant steps upon the swamp to reach my destination,
Swapping carnality for divinity to achieve the ultimate self-preservation,
Cremating my mortality I seek to ascend,
Past primitive understanding of a purpose I cannot comprehend,
This road we walk is coated with trip-wire and paved with scorching coals,
Watch out for those flaming hours in your 5-day forecast so find the nearest foxhole,
The burden on our shoulders has already been lifted so there's no reason for us to be aching,
We're on the path to eternal salvation why aren't we skipping?
So why don't you tag along with me on this self-realization odyssey,
I can't promise explosions or tentacle-headed aliens but I know it'll at least be interesting,
Just you, yourself, me and I,
The most dynamic duo to ever breach the sky.
My soul and my destiny were written in the stars,
on the moon and on the planets that aligned
on the day and the very hour and minute
I was born.
As a child I wondered why I was the way I was.
Why I liked to be alone, reading, always reading,
Why I did not feel I had to follow
what many other kids did “just because.”
Or why I was so very conscientious,
unwavering in habits and routines I dearly loved.
Why did my life destiny veer so unexpectedly
to include a second pathway -
one of relishing the many things in life
I find so fun!
And why is the shy Virgo self of my childhood
able now to be so outgoing?
Why am I so open
with nearly everyone I meet?
I feel myself to be completely authentic,
and I love that about myself.
I stumbled onto astrology and later – numerology
when I was in my teens.
It explained a lot about me
and also about others in my life.
Thinking back, I should have taken it more seriously!
Understanding relationships has so much to do
with understanding others’ charts as well.
All my life, I understood myself so very well.
Although to really know myself,
I did not need the chart or numbers -
it’s in being able to explain the “why”
of all the different parts of myself
that has given me a way to make my good friends realize
why they and I share such strong connections.
In college I took pyschological evaluations.
They supported what the Zodiac and numbers
said about me too.
Even the colors I am drawn to
are bright and happy like the sunshine.
What little melancholy is in me
I owe to my September birth,
for when that time draws nigh
I see the sunlight fading in the sky
and I become a bit more prone
to sigh. . .
June 14, 2018 For Caren Krutsinger's
An Inner Knowing, An Absolute Feeling, My Mystical Soul Self Poetry Contest
We live life as a prescription
Following the moral code
But we suffer contradictions
On this long and distant road
Heeding and keeping edicts
Is the focus of the game
But the accolades we’re seeking
Aren’t ours to acclaim
We have lived obeying orders
And conventions that we face
Without stopping for direction
We accept our daily fate
But we fail to bother trusting
Our own internal voice
Disappointments, we are feeling
‘Cause we think we have no choice
A life that’s unexplored and empty
Doesn’t have to rule our lives
And the standard expectations
Aren’t enough now to suffice
We must trail our new horizons
And must plot our own design
And base the evaluations
On our truth that we will find
There are a lot of things that are happening in our life.
Financial stress family problems and a very worried wife.
These last few months between “us” have been hard but our love has grown strong.
Put together several years ago by Our Father it’s our love for Him that makes “us” truly belong.
Health has played a part in these last few months.
In faith we’ve prayed for His aid to fix this problem, Faith truly counts.
My wife has become my strength she is my rock her faith is steady.
Whatever the Lord wills she says, whatever, she is ready.
Life is short sometimes the Lord takes His time, He has His own plan.
We’ve prayed for a better world, better health, yet sometimes it’s hard to understand.
Testing blood, x-rays, MRI’s, Doctor’s evaluations reports can’t find the problem at hand.
So we remain strong together in convictions and in faith, she prays for my health it’s the way God does things, it’s His plan.
We as Christians remain faithful to God, His ways are the best.
The blockage in the urinary tract are the problem this I must confess.
It matters not to her lovemaking as we face this problem, what matters to her is my life.
So yes, she gladly puts that on hold, she worries for me because she is a very devoted wife.
As a man she is going without because of medical problems yet it matters not to her.
That part of our life is minuscule there is no problem there.
It bothers me at this stage, to her it is no a problem she loves the Father and me, and she doesn’t let me be discouraged.
We pray, laugh, cry together in all things, through her devotion and faith she gives me strength and courage.
Does this problem affect you my brethren in some way?
Does this mirror a problem you might have? My advice? Be strong in faith and pray.
God answers prayers somehow He finds a way to make love known to the faithful.
If you have a devoted wife like mine, count that as a blessing, Love the Father and His Son and be truly grateful.
This poem was inspired by Mrs. Dianne McGee’s post earlier on Face Book.
It was the very first day of school
In Mrs. Thompson’s 5th. Grade class
An untruth came from inside her
That probably wouldn’t be the last
She’d said she loved everyone of them
But in reality one of them just didn’t suit her eye
The ragged clothes, his unkempt ways
And the boy sometimes would cry
She’d noticed him the year before
And for some reason he just didn’t fit in
His body odor, his wayward eyes
And his frame that seemed pretty thin
She prayed he’d just quit her class
And no longer put a burden on the school
She delighted in giving him big lettered F’s
As she just thought of him as a fool
Today was the day for student evaluations
And boy was she going to toss the book
At the ragged good for nothing kid
That probably would become just a crook
She decided to read what his other teachers wrote
And sat back in her easy chair
A surprised look came upon her face
As she could only blink and stare
Miss Ellen, his first grade teacher
Said he was a joy to be around
And his second grade teacher agreed
No finer student could be found
His third grade teacher however
Said he just couldn’t seem to adjust
Since his mother died of leukemia
There was nobody he would trust
The fourth grade teacher told of his dad
A drunkard who beat Timmy now and again
The boy then went inside his shell
And that’s where he’s always been
Mrs. Thompson was beside herself
Lord if she had only known
She wouldn’t have put Timmy down
While she sat highly upon her throne
Today was Mrs. Thompson birthday
And the children brought presents in
All wrapped and sealed at the store
“Now where shall I begin?”
She opened every present
And thanked each child in return
But when she saw a wrinkled bag
Her eyes just watered and burned
Inside the bag was a half empty bottle
Of perfume Timmy had saved of his mom’s
She sprayed some upon her and smiled
For what little Timmy had done
When recess rolled around at last
And the other children ran out to play
Timmy spoke to Mrs. Thompson
“You smelled just like my mommy today”
After the meeting
She no longer returns my calls
She rather hangs up her telephone anytime I call
save a few mistaken times that fell on deaf ears
causing an irreconcilable hindrance
to the constant flow of our conversation
After the meeting
She no longer writes to me
nor grant further audience to my letters
for which her hypothetical evaluations indicate:
were either lost in transit or consumed
by the Great Depression
and never delivered to her doorsteps…
After the meeting
the climate of her countenance darken
over the spheres of my lonely little world:
her soft cooing voice once curious
of the viridity of my seasons now echoes
like the indifferent shrill of the old screech owl
I hear on those dry nights from my window
After the meeting
She no longer longs for my animal presence
as do her friends who call me demeaning names
because I bargained for a fewer bottles of beer at the bar
than their merits expected of a real man,
the virility of my manhood is in dispute…
Since I decline to swim with them
in their pool of pretence
unlike my fellow Proci* vying for the territory of her unyielding heart
for this I have been adjudged unworthy of possession
and she-my sole witness of fidelity-for whose luxury
I strive in austerity stood wordless at my defence
Just after the meeting…