Best Jettison Poems
The fusion of indecision and imprecision robs lives of vitality
Freezing minds in a state of petrified fear
That slays sagacity, perspicacity and versatility
In circumstances where room for a tear
Lives and survives in dreams and screams
Born from excess procrastination
Wrapped, strapped and capped in saline streams
Where strain and stress sail to an unknown destination
To accommodate losses tossed helter skelter by wasted time
Angry and hungry to the maximum
When time determines laggards can no longer climb
To the platform where reforms mete out sanctions against the podium
That condones pardons for omissions of standard operating procedures
To advance progress and minimize distress
In minds that fly to ply their trade in grudges and smudges
Meant to obliterate and digress the dress and tress
Indecision and its mate imprecision don
As they strut their tardy stuff
When the cult of progress and success they abandon
In favour of promoting snuff and bluff
As Kaizen pops up on the scene
Dismisses both indecision and imprecision
Banning them from society where their obscene
Attitude scampers to safety. Precision
Takes over proceedings
Revamps operations
Rejigs seedings
Repositioning and rearranging choices and voices in vocations and destinations
In which perspicacity and prompt decision making earn first berth
Followed by agility seeded second
Indecision and imprecision suffer dearth
And procrastination and obstination choose to abscond.
A tad bit out of tilt and forgot where I placed my brush slash
Pen or perhaps it's simply another holiday seasons, starry nights
Grandiloquent holographic hangover ? Chasing her cobwebs of reason
While listening unto the Cutting Crew's anthem, One for The Mockingbird..
Pirouetting about horizontal rows their Peacocks, spreading congenials wings
Atop polymorphic stages adorned something bizarre as, I cannot find my poetic
Palette damask rose and pompadour this image reflecting a renaissance; jingoisms.
the journey can be worth more than the destination
but maybe seeing what it’s worth first isn’t worth it if you’re already patient
I’m already where I’ve been, and I will be where I’m going
so will what is on that path effect me if I did or didn’t know it?
phone numbers are more memorable when you group them into bigger parts
5 numbers, then 3, then 3,
or 4, then 4, then 3, which to me is just bizarre
you could say that the phone number itself is already the bigger part
it’s only the perspective that sets the two apart
some say the only things we feel and from which all emotion is derived from is:
Love
and
Fear
also told as fight or flight
and I wonder if there’s anyone who’s seen them both for what they are, and lives the two together
what would that be like?
Others say the only things we really feel are serotonin and dopamine
and plenty of people love those together
maybe that’s why when people do go crazy they say:
“he doesn’t know if he’s coming or going”
when I first wore a pair of glasses at age 11
I realised that I had been missing out on all of the intricacies
of any object further than 20 feet away
it still feels like cheating being able to see things from beyond a certain point
when everything is unfocused, little things are left out
so if I really want to know, I have to get closer to see
and then when I leave it will return to it’s elaborate ways
the sum of its parts
not really changing, just identified by a different name
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Jettison fears and tears
From the life you hold precious
To reach your pinnacle.
Where there is no doctor,
Take God your mentor.
But when religious gatherings remain closed,
Hope sits next to grace yet dumbfounded.
How Corona scatters!
FG rising to occasion so faster...
Where everyone is meant for indoor;
No manna from them-- to all downpour,
Yet they rough handle people for justice sake,
Claimed of protection but causing quake.
Like those protectors so genuine,
Leading technological progresses that ruin.
A country of daily economy.
How staying indoor for lives sake means autonomy!
The welfare is their first duty,
But no measure to stand its purity.
Like no one is ready to listen,
Though we used to have DEMO so glisten.
Where there is no justice,
Where disposal becomes tease,
Even Acropolis won't withstand the test of time,
When culture is caught unaware of modernism.
To pronounce ageless Amos prophet,
In deaf ears we pierced our advocate.
Where there is no health insurance,
Where there is no franchise,
Where there is no security,
Where health officers work without surety,
Earth is healing itself,
Why are we the virus elf?
Where there is no claim for right and wrong,
Where no one for himself is strong,
Lolz... where favoritism is based on merit,
Where there is no prejudice,
Where love live to outlast lust,
There ship shop sheep sharing sail with snakes.
Where courage is left alone with curse,
Where plans plant plunder in plenty,
There souls swim shedding tears sailing towards Hades,
And cage cast coast counting corona Cads.
Where virus vine van via version so velvety,
Raging rigorously in high rate; what cares should rouse?