Best In Charge Poems
Who's in charge here?
Can't they hear us?
No ear, perhaps!
*Inspired by technical difficulties on the Soup and written for Dr. Ram's Than-Bauk contest.
Who’s in Charge Here
Alas, past poets hid their angst
stored it in poetic banks
deep vaults nurtured and then fed
the hearts and minds of those who led
a revolution
harsh
and crass
that shouted
you can kiss my ass.
I shall vent, and roar
and laugh again
at all your rules
“Hallmarkian”.
and then I’ll smote thee
with devices
to cover up
my cherished vices
scatter words
across your senses
awaken dreams
poke sticks at demons
place a picture
in your mind
that makes you slowly
look behind
curtains
filtering your light.
six broken eggs
mother nature’s omelet
blended harmony
©5/25/2017
submitted to – Contemporary Poetry – Poetry Contest
GOD DID NOT DIE AND LEAVE YOU IN CHARGE
God didn't die and leave you in charge.
Who told you that you could decide who lives, and whose to die.?
Stop trying to take lives that you did not give life to.
God didn't die and leave you in charge.
Mad man- take your billions and search for your soul.
Money is your god; You want power and control.
but the big guy above the sky...didn't die, and
Leave you in control
Mother nature will remove the weak and send them home.
We don't need your beastly mark 666, in a Bill, or in a pill, or in a vaccine.
He gave us dominion over the earth, and each of us an earthly home.
Stay in your lane, leave people alone, because:
The Creator of this world “is still on his throne",
we know who you are and we know what you’re doing.
And when the people rebel it's your life, and after-life that'll be ruined.
Those who are carrying out your third world disorder scheme,
are the same ones who'll share in your torture and shame...
I know what i am saying, hope you catch my drift before i drop names...
Soon the living God will call all chaos to order.
Because the God of this universe is alive, well and at large...
God is not dead....and you’re not in charge.
Who’s in Charge Here?
Rules obscure the boundaries
of nothingness.
Migrant marauders seeking
mindfulness
narrow the funnel’s
outflow
squeezing the contents
to slow-flo.
Purity of thought denies
mind’s murky masquerade
smiling faces mockingly
engage in lie’s charade.
Pencil stalking
stark white sage
suppressing passion’s
white hot rage
encage the wrath
of poesy
declare such lusts
all heresy.
Blindfolded poets
ever-night
a string-less freedom
seeking kite.
John G. Lawless
©1/30/2018
WHO'S IN CHARGE?
Backseat drama
has crossed the line?
Do not cave!
YOU are THE mama!
They don't behave?
Just one more whine
you must be resigned
to drive them home, to bed/pajamas!
Then, enjoy some time to have the wine
you crave!
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Contest Sponsored by Silent One "Grook"
3/5/13
Sometimes I take a walk
Down Pioneer Road
Destination lookout post
Hoist my own colours
On that white flag pole
To let them all know
The master's in residence
Settle in the boss's chair
Look out over the ship yard
And pretend that I'm in charge
Mine is the permit required
To sail or dock
Load or unload
Board or disembark
Shift that boat
It spoils the view
Don't park that crane there
I'd rather my picture was not obscured
By your crisscrossed steel beams
Somebody dim those lights
It's way past time
You all went home
Then lower the flag
Walk away satisfied
A days work done
In however many minutes
I feel allowed
To dwell a man in charge
Ship yard's master in his own mind
IT'S NOT GENIUS, IT'S INSANITY.
FOLLOW ALONG AND KEEP PACE WITH ME PLEASE.
I TRAVEL FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT.
WHEN I LAY DOWN MY BODY TO REST AT NIGHT.
I LEAVE THIS WORLD TO BE ALL ALONE.
IN SEARCH OF A MOMENT I LIKE TO CALL HOME.
YOU CAN CALL IT THE END. IT'S WHERE IT ALL STARTED.
A TRANSITIONING POINT FROM A WORLD DEPARTED.
IT'S NOT ABOUT TIME. IT'S ALL ABOUT BEING.
SUROUNDED WITH PEACE IS ALL I AM NEEDING.
IT'S MUCH MORE THAN LIFE AND NOT JUST A FEELING.
I'M NOT JUST ASLEEP. I'M IN PERSUIT OF A HEALING.
WHEN I AWAKE, IT'S ALL STILL THE SAME.
A WORLD BEING RUN BY THE CRIMINALLY INSANE.
Bear no grudge to anyone, nor fear man’s puny wrath
Who makes the thunders roll, or quiet it’s rumbling sounds
Who breathes the breath of life, or takes it with a word
Who makes the winds to blow, or calms the troubled seas
Who fed the children of Israel with manna, when from Egypt they did flee
Who feeds the lilies of the fields, who give the birds their seeds
Who fills the rain with nourishment, then on the fields they gentle fall
Who makes the goats to bring forth kids and the sheep to have its kind
Who makes a woman to have a child and a man the father of it be
Who holds the seas to shore and the river banks from overflowing
Who spreads the stars in space and holds the moon in its place
Who gives earth an axis, so it can revolve around the sun
Who made the sun to rule the day and the moon to shine by night
Who was the light of day to wondering Israel and a flaming fire by night
The Lord, strong and mighty in battle, the Lord of Host is He
So let no one scare you into thinking, they have your life in hand
Only the God of Heaven can say how and where you go
When you put your trust in Him and your faith in Him is whole
He the maker of us be and the keeper of our ways
Bless the Lord for all His grace, in Heaven He prepares for us a place
( CHILDREN IN CHARGE )
We must be getting desperate
For people who can fill the ranks
Of doctors, lawyers, police,
Even presidents of banks.
When I was young, these pillars
Were imposingly mature.
Now it seems the practice is
To pick them younger every year.
(c) Jasmine Paul 11-19-2014
No matter how the election
turns out this year, just remember
God is still in charge.
No matter what the
world may think,
God is still in charge.
We may think we
run things, but
God is still in charge.
Man does things his
way, but
God is still in charge.
Man breaks the law
and gets away with it, but
God is still in charge.
We raise our family
the way we want, but
God is still in charge.
So if the wrong person
gets elected and we get mad, just remember,
God is still in charge.
Wrote 8-31-08
If I were in charge of the world,
I'd cancel apple sauce,
Sunday nights,
tomatoes, and also needles.
If I were in charge of the world,
There'd be pink skies,
purple grass,and
chocolate rivers.
If I were in charge of the world,
You wouldn't have brussel sprouts.
You wouldn't have meatloaf.
You wouldn't have broccoli.
Or bad grades.
You wouldn't even have spinach.
If I were in charge of the world,
A twix would be a fruit.
All clocks would be digital.
And a person who sometimes eats pears.
And sometimes forgets to brush their hair.
Would still be allowed to be in charge of the world.
"If I Were In Charge Of the World"
Kendra D. Eggleston
If I were in charge of the world
I would cancel harsh words,
feeling tired,
rules, and also drama.
If I were in charge of the world
There would be warmer nights,
Healthier thoughts, and
Goals and promises I can actually keep.
If I were in change of the world
You wouldn't have guilt.
You wouldn't have to live life in fear.
You wouldn't have drama queens.
Or "Don't do that! You know what will happen" because
You wouldn't even have to be controlled by the people who don't even care.
If I were in charge of the world
Chocolate would be a vegetable
All life's challenges would be easier to face,
And a person who sometimes forgot to clean,
And sometimes forgot to not make a scene
Would still be allowed to be
In charge of the world.
He ran up the telephone pole,
He did not tell us why.
He stayed there all the whole day long
Though, to talk him down, we tried.
He sat there and he meowed all day.
It was a pitiful sight.
We begged and pleaded and offered treats
And cajoled with all our might.
We had all but given up
When our little girl, who was so small
Stood under the telephone pole
And up to her cat she did call.
" Get down here right now !" she yelled
In her most indignant tone of voice
And damned if he didn't jump into her arms
Because, obviously, he had no choice.
She may have been the smallest one
Of the family that this cat had
But she was the one he held in esteem
And he didn't like her mad.
for Miranda and Max
Who’s in charge
14/08/2018
Confusion reigns supreme,
As my alter takes the reign.
Like a character in a meme,
Whos repetition drives me insane.
Just who’s driving this train ?
This train of thought so inane !
Thoughts are so subjective, inanimate,
Yet this subject lives its own force.
This passenger is now an ingrate,
Oh Captain grant me a divorce.
This ship can’t stand this course,
I can’t stand this constant discourse.
Please my Captain oh Captain,
Tell me who’s in charge.
The sinner or the chaplain,
Are we guilty as charged ?
Am I The we ? Are we a farce ?
Did my ID escape at large ?
Take me to my leader I plead,
As I’m given the cool Kool aid.
Come to my aid as I bleed,
Gently staple your pretty Bandaids.
Head weak as I begin to fade,
Blood drips slowly, no effort made.
Unsure, scared.. who passed away ?
Did He kill me off or did I die ?
Or is this turmoil really here to stay,
My Ego in tumult floats on by.
Strange forces are put in play,
As my life force ebbs and wanes.
Take me to your leader...isn’t that me ?
I’m the Captain of this ship,
I don’t mind that I disagree.
We want out of this one way trip,
To confusion and misery.
My ships sinking and your coming down with me.
God I am forever awed by you
Of your power
Of how you are in control of all things
Even when we don’t understand it
I just have the vision of you
Standing there looking at us
Smiling
Yes you are in control
What are You up to Lord?
We would never know
But we will trust in You
You are so observant Lord
And you know all things
There is nothing happen without your knowledge
God you control all things
We should know better
We will leave it all up to You Lord
The Master of the Universe
The Ruler of the Spheres
The Commander of the Elements
The Controller of our Existence
The Director of Living Things
Lord of all