Best Institutional Poems
Mentors like priests preparing me for holy rite
Institutional slaves to a false trinity
Subduing adventure, exploration and discovery to classroom rigor
Eternal stairway ... moonbeams to the golden dream
Dismatling who I am so I become who you want me to be
Urges denied constructing scaffolds, setting beam
Castling on beam, I climb like Jack the ogre tree
Ability acquiring arrows for what's embattling me
Tensions beyond the classroom, teacher grading my
Intelligence as if it were a canvas to her eye
Opportunity has too narrow a door for all our differences
Nestled in her pocket, I see the ogre search in vain.
Offering us like children to the fires of Molech
Frantic prayers sibilant in flickering tongues of despair
Teeming the locus of the African nightmare
Husked of gold, silver, uranium, copper and diamond skies
Each one scrambles up the vine compassless of self
Nations fall - without the eyes of love we are blind
Emerging people shaken out in global disarray
Groaning for nothing from classroom to classroom
Refer to their budgets and see what is prioritize
Oysters get their pearls from pain, I know, yet
Errors must be corrected, education must mean more, we
Substance truth only by the purge of a regulated history.
Poetry is spontaneous, pure, raw emotion,
don't you dare label what I say as cliche.
This is my perspective of life in motion,
through experiences encountered day by day.
Bleeding and leaking in the form of ink,
my mind paints a beautiful picture.
Writing for the soul pushed to the brink.
Joy and sorrow, such a beautiful mixture.
Poetry fuses all emotions,
time to forget the foolish notion,
that experience stays strict to form,
Time to recreate the norm.
Life's not in Iambic Pentameter,
but it still moves with a lyrical flow.
What some read may come off as amateur,
To others inspire spiritual growth.
As Autumn leaves fall,
Spring begins to blossom,
change is almost here.
Catalyzed by thoughts shared through honest words,
emerging from the emptiness deep down,
A blank verse forged through the pain and sorrow,
Brought to the light through happiness and peace.
Redemption echoing like a shriek in an empty house---
emptying out feelings of defeat.
Poetry is water for the dehydrated soul---
warmth from the desolate cold.
Such a powerful tool should not be limited,
poetry frees me so I write freely.
Free from the burdens of stress carried for so long,
free from the bondage of guidelines to tell my story.
I Write to inspire, to spread desire like wildfire.
No different than mankind, poetry should by judged by its content,
the body and form are institutional nonsense.
A kind of cultural sensitivity,
that strengthens discovery; a space
for identity and history.
It’s a style of thought,
chosen to highlight its core;
A lengthy discourse that
acts and synthesizes.
Significant efforts that deal
with elements of change.
It’s a trend to implicitness
that evolves on the Asian heartland.
Discoveries and re-discoveries
about Asianness or Orientalism,
its nature and institutional sense
has its roots to share; a wealth of faith.
Features of the colonial past
reflect the emergence and growth
of that conventional wisdom;
At the same time, a reaction –
to sensitivty and understanding.
It’s an important element to draw
and carry out integration anew;
with other cultures or global forces
in developing nations; a relationship
a blend of strength, a sharing of gifts.
Asia seeks and grapples
with a great deal of systems;
In a world market swamped
with Eurocentric mindsets, a challenge-
a reinforcement that has its semantic shield,
that defends otherness and people with differences.
A blot they want to wash, detergents do not work
Ineffectual, institutional and cover ups a stir
Excuses abound, squirming hierarchy found
"Its just a darkie, why so narky"
The corridors would sound
It still goes on, gone several years
Distrustful patronising leaders
A scurge we hope that does not surge
To Nazi ways and olden days
Where races they would purge
I stay sick because I am premature but one thing I notice about going to,
Doctor is when it is the 30 minute wait period then tell the nurse,
If you have not been seen then let them know in some case's that is,
institutional racism or and reversal racism on there on kind just wait and,
Hear me out I have seen people hear if there last name was,
Foreign and change the appointment now I am young I don’t know every thing,
Question have you every got the customer satisfaction from the doctor office and say,
To file it out that is a trick question In North Carolina the health system are merging and,
One time I call to see why they said I was late they said they check the system and,
I was 15 minutes early they was checking up on the employees and every time,
I would go to a sorting doctor office the staff would change,
Now I know why it is good to have health care insurance because now a day,
You can be sue for little or nothing and believe me when,
I say if patient only knew what doctor wrote about them in there,
Doctor note wait was that the reason why some,
Olders patient stereotype doctor just saying.
-Food for thought...-
Distributed freeze-dried nutrition,
a consumers dietary attrition?
Constitutional, by institutional
conglomerate corporate ambition.
Do our politicians convictions
mandate our "home-style" traditions?
It's the consumption, of faux production,
that decays our human condition.
-Anonymously youRs-
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Heart
by Odin Roark
Can an enigma be weighed?
Many would hold the heavy heart
Is indeed noticeably of greater weight
And yet…
What can the heart do
When all its wishes is respect
As real
As both tangible
And insoluble?
The heart has few friends
Its bodyguards
Lung left
Lung right
Hold 24/7 vigils
Knowing without aeration
Man’s lifeline is severed
Storms
Good times
Makes no difference
Pumping continues
The gasp of birth
Forever faithful
Still
Comes hurt
Comes denial
Come battles lost
Our hearts panic
Asking lungs
To take the bullet
Like mothers
Fathers
Secret Service
Internal instincts
Obviate thinking
Risk death at any cost
So goes the miraculous nature
Safeguarding the one institutional identity
One can really trust
Life’s experience
Most likely has no measurement
But we know heavy
Don’t we?
Are you listening? Open your ears
For this is to be read aloud it needs your voice
Because it can not speak on its own...
This is a poem that I'll call a slam
One day I was feeling quite queazy
But had much shopping to do being breezy
No! I will not let a little gassy, nausea stop me
Chewing two tritalac which helps with that gas
It works by pushing all that gas down and outting
Easing the digestive track...A little walking
You know like that morning constitutional
Helps to eliminate all the problems that are institutional
It must have been those beans in that Chili
They got down there and fermented really
Well I went to the garden center at Wally
You know Wally-World and thought that I would look around
There was not a soul or a sound around the grounds
Everything was quiet on the selling front..Not one of the personnel
To talk to or a customer ....I had this place all to myself
With those beautiful plants looking absorbed in the beauty
What is that over there...Let me go look
Concentrating..all alone
Gas moving moving in one great big
Bubble___ pootttttttttttttt
Looked up ...the man I never saw well he laughed.......HAAAAAAAAAAA!
Rolling in the floor laughter....
Embarrassed! Well, I'll let you decide...
(Well is this a slam!)
I used to believe in helping those
Who can’t help themselves
Now it seems that it is me
who is need of help of someone else
being a wheelchair man I believed to be included into society
not to be hidden away and kept silent like it’s forbidden
to be a human too and not in some library
where they study defects of the anatomy
where the physically challenged will be studied under a canopy
of ignorance
I enjoyed being counted as a pioneer
By breaking the institutional curse of being dependant
On a social grant
by being independent I was hell bent
I believe my energy is well spent
Providing for my wife and daughters
Used to be a piece of a cake
Now I’m under pressure gritting my teeth about to break
I fade away in silence because
Being a wheelchair man is not for the faint at heart...
Institutional reformation inside of this nation
Prisons have risen to the ranks of solicitation
Politicians in formation line up for their vacations
Due to a prisoners isolation
The ideology behind this hypocrisy
Is some kind of demented democracy
And a continuing demagoguery
Oh the humanity
A convicts calamity
Thanks to political insanity
THE GREAT WALL
It’s funny and this is true
Years ago, I thought hopefully of being locked away
I envisioned more of an institutional setting
Nothing to do but roam in my robe
Fingertips lightly brushing the sterile, white walls as I go
No responsibility
No need to even say a word
There’d be talk of Crazy Sachs
Staring into space, wandering wordlessly
Much of this has come to pass
The walls are green and I’m a bit more verbose
But there is that talk
And not much is asked of me besides being seen not heard
I offer this anecdote
For it is the second biggest example in my life
Of the difference between fantasy and reality
Novelty fades fast
Occasionally instantaneously
Expectation begets exaggeration
Excitation leads to exasperation
All in all, between dreams and evil schemes should be a Great Wall
Mine was more an invisible fence
I passed through and was aghast to view the consequence
Slashed through thick vines for a sick crime
I was them first two pigs
Dicking around with straw and twigs
Unhinged when the wolf blew in
hit bricks because the walls were too thin
You can’t always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, you might find
What you want isn’t what you get once it’s got
Now you have to lie down in an unmade cot
Ruin, subvert
Cause one to hurt
Feel lower than dirt
That’s it in a nutshell
Just swell I’m in a jail cell
Bars make for a fine wall
Look, not touch at all
Plan how to build
With my unskilled
Hands that killed
Nearly
Welcome to my mind, it's a place you will seldom see
You have to be in my peripheral to see the inside of me
For if you are ever welcomed to enter through it's door
You will be forever invited to grace your futures floor
The iconic of mans past will resonate all around
Shaped buildings like Easter Island, in our cities will so abound
Squared skyscrapers of our modern times, will disappear from our view
Statues of man in salute, below purpled skies so true
The skylines you see today, so institutional of their time
It's a place you will seldom see, unless your welcomed into my mind
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FROM YOUTH TO HEAVEN
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O the joys of youth, learning natures ways.
My desire, become more self-sufficient!
Natures larder, delights fill all its trays.
Each day I become much more proficient.
With learning, becoming more diligent.
Find many things in life belligerent
Why is life all so confrontational?
With nature, it's all about surviving.
With some, it is all institutional,
Purposely there has to be contriving.
Nature knows not a thing about lying.
The belligerent oft causing dying
I am now self-sufficient, loving life!
Nature now my allotment, my gardens,
where love grows without strife, found me a wife.
We work the garden, no beg your pardons.
Growing happiness, no need for wardens.
As we grow old our love, nature, hardens.
Once rural, old age moves us to urban
To a nice warm city, natures Heaven
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Entered in the 'Urban Sonnet ' Poetry Contest sponsored by Laura Loo
01/21/18
I dream in shades gray as life passes me by, I’ve lost
the color and wonder, deeply I sigh.
Alone and in solitude, for eleven years this road I tread,
memories fade and I age, til their gone this I dread.
Institutional walls of gray and it’s system dance a jig on
my soul, so close to institutionalized, losing myself deeper
in this fold.
Violence and stringency, a crazy combination; on the surface
control, below all’s illusion.
A cry in the night from a dream of my past, nine more to go
until color at last.
But for now my seas are gray, the rain clouds too. My pen
my only avenue, for my soul I wish to soothe.
Gray clouds and rain, a constant familiar. I brood on my
thoughts; anger simmers.
Simmering to the surface like a toxic sludge. My anger spills
over, on all that is lost.
Lost in my mania, skipping along the edge. Gray and depressed,
myself I dread.
This is what may be seen,
by eyes that look forward
passed fog and smoke,
of institutional making:
The people, burn national
building and flag
for they are made fearless by the robbery
of an entire planet's freedom.
A one world governance
is a one world potion for poverty
mother Earth is to be murdered
by monetary law.
I say; let flags burn and
be gone with invisible borders.
Let us pledge allegiance
to the country called Earth.