Best Level Poems
To reach nirvana
Poet paradise
You have to reach the third level
It's a journey to forever
It may take some their whole lifetime,
and others may never get there
It's a quantum leap
fraught with uncertainty
First it takes writing skill,
then an inexhaustible will
and finally, untapped creativity
The first level is easy
Most anyone can do it,
you simply write what you feel and think
It requires no linguistic coordination,
no moral obligation,
just the courage to dive in, unafraid to sink
Some people drown in their own words,
no sense of it all can be heard,
just a rapid ride on their stream of consciousness
If you make it through the first level
with pen still in hand and curiosity still intact,
you can further elevate and explore
But a lot of poets, sadly, become satisfied with where they're at
The second level is much harder
Not everyone can do it,
exploring themes not from your own personal experience
It's a precarious climb
melding a vicarious mind,
leading you sometimes to places that you never sought to find
Some people can't handle it, they cower away
when facing the daunting realm of the unknown
Unanchored from their familiar world view, their confidence be gone
If you make through the second level
with sound mind in place and determination still undeterred,
you can shed the constraints of time and space
But more winnowed poets, regrettably,
haven't the creative stamina to finish the race
The third level is the most difficult to reach
Only breached by a chosen few,
who were born to travel to the farthest dimensions of the mind
They breathe unexplored air,
they speak with authority of being there
Poetic pioneers fearlessly going where others are not so inclined
They are chosen ones who enter a hidden sacred space;
transversing the treacherous depths of the heart, facing come what may
They are timeless souls searching beyond the veiled gray
They've reached the third level
Nirvana
Poet paradise
The nexus of every imagined possibility:
they will be faithful to observe,
faithful to record,
faithful to write all that they see
I may be slow
But I am on the ball
I just look first
For level ground
***
Let me have your head for a minute
I'll show you something in it
Do you want to see
You might wish I'd quit
I can show you I decree!
Do you believe me?
I think you do
Or we'll let it be
Your thoughts just flew
Don't be blue
It'll be allright
Just a hue
Nobody's fool
Not a tool
Supreme!
That's a rule
This ain't a dream
It's reality I mean
So, You can't believe?
This is no meme
Is it something you can't conceive
Not searching for a relieve
I'm that man
Once gone, Can't retrieve
Might be your plan
Trying to help if I can
Why?
Are you not a fan?
Of making your mind fly
Old ways, Bye, Bye
To me no matter
I won't cry
Old mindset, Do forget
On your mark, Get set
Go!
You'll win I bet
Let me know
If you let it go
Do you wanna win?
Let it flow
It's not all a sin
You'll know when you begin
So let's start
That's right grab the pen
Open your heart
Mental blocks, Away you part
Awake you are
Better than Wallymart
Are you aware?
Your soul must you bare
It'll be cool
Go ahead if you dare
Ain't asking for a fool
Ain't asking for a duel
Try if you want
No, Not a rule!
It smells like burnt plastic (money)
We use more than what the globe can withstand
A consumer orgy
Buying things you do not need
***
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money…
***
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETxmCCsMoD0
19.12.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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The Sea Level Is Rising
By Elton Camp
Back in the 1950s when I was a child
That sea level would rise seemed wild
Even those who thought that it might
Centuries into the future set that fright
It was only a concern for some distant day
But the reality has already come our way
The way polar ice melts at a faster rate
The problem will worsen early, not late
It is those who live very close to the coast
That from the disaster will suffer the most
Southern Florida may vanish into the sea
And we aren’t sure how soon that may be
Entire island nations are likely to disappear
Massive relocations we now have to fear
Those living inland in pleasure may grunt
For their property may become waterfront
This waiting to get a year
older is not fun anymore ..
not worth the party
nor the cake
cannot dance long
looking disheveled
i'd like to go to
the next level
can't stand the
knee swelling
and the teeny
weeny dwellings
This waiting to see
bad things happen
to good people -
done got old.-
can't cry no more..
the end of fun.
the last days,
at least for some.
the good die young.
This waiting
now minutes / hours
the good get devoured
This waiting to get a year
older is insane.
but I will remain.
to die for a better cause
I got slower in my travels
The sadder the sights that meet my eyes
A reflection on the train windows
Cities in decay, streets overcome with tears
It cant move fast enough for me
I feel the dirt of the city cling to my face
Just sinking in the quicksand
Hold up my hand for one last chance to be found
up another level, holding out for an angel
It could be you, although I'd take a chance on just about anyone
I have flown through clouds of ash
I have tasted the grass and its not sweeter
On this side or the other
Gotta reach up another level
Dont want to be touched by the devil
Please dont stray from me my guardian angel
Hanging from a thread
Spun by a spider since long dead
Its up another level waiting to be released
And this waiting game will finally cease
Here I sit, lost in my thoughts about life
Bout how I managed to avoid much of life's strife
Really not special
But my head is level
Always upstanding but have laid down once or twice
© Jack Ellison 2016
fallen autumn leaves
to go to the root level
void yearly attempts
All my concept work experience,
My poem gives precept clearance.
My jobs revealed concepts are inept,
Good work ethics are wisdom’s precept.
Though I was square peg in a round hole,
Never intended to sell my soul,
Doing jobs on which bosses are sold,
For all souls are based on heaven’s gold!
My soul’s precept could never accept,
Job concepts in which souls are not kept!
In double mind standards of measures,
Bull snot’s excuse! For human abuse!
Everyone’s work is to do the job,
Though one is paid more, to be the slop!
Extra benefits(!) for corporate tricks!
These are known as corporate picks.
For The Contest: The Work You Do!
In Honor of: Carolyn Devonshire
Your deed of service is not hidden in God’s sight
Since He knows your utmost with your best level might
He sees your trust's lever revel in His light
And doesn’t need to peep from His lofty height.
In passing His labor-test of divine radar rays
You must regard what His Scripture tenet relays…
His commendation “wow” you seek in all your ways
Along with the favor of Dad and Mom that pays!
With God’s nod won, now don truth raiment
Pray like Hannah in the Bible; call “Abba Father” with contentment
Declare: “no evil live on” as you stop pots that brew hatred’s detriment
Be a reward drawer by His grace ton, not pride’s element.
While life on God is laid, dial faith’s tip ere pit of false claims come out
Snip pins of greed; snap pans of love with cheer-shout
Use virtue strap parts; from sin’s trap, part to reach victory route…
Thus, to do well in the ministry* ward, draw near the Lord, devoid of doubt.
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
May 12, 2018
5th Place, "Palindromes" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 5/24/2018.
I'm Level Headed
Electric
Magnetic
Eclectic
Expressions
Magnetic Connection
That Make Head Spins
Like A Exorcist
Using Fire As My Element
As It's Best Essence
Magnificent Aggression
Persistent To Contesting
Any Detesting What's Destined
Ambigous Reflection
Of My Extensive Complexion
Optimistic Stresses
Positive Settings
Inside My Mental Cortex Processing
Directing The Fetish Of My Successes
Majestic Or Impressive Beauty In Me Infested
Acceptance Is Your Confession
For Questioning My Excellence
They Digested Depressants
In Intestines
For Depression
Cause Of Accepting I'm Better
I’ve been working and writing all day.
I keep the creativity flowing always.
Sometimes I still hit that bump,
And it’s tough to overcome.
No matter what comes my way,
I will overcome it anyway.
No matter my state of mind,
I will never forsake the grind.
Give it my all every time,
It’s time for me to live my life.
I won’t stop, and I won’t quit,
My work is not finished yet.
I’m working to get my poems up,
Working to get my skills leveled up.
I was born for this, so I will work for it.
I’m on a mission, with a clear vision.
No matter my state of mind,
I refuse to forsake the grind.
I must give it my all every time,
It’s time for me to live my life.
Kiss deceptive Also receptive
I ain't saying it's abusive
But sometime make ya submissive
To that progressive Wave in the heart beat
My current level is ceaseless worry
Unflinching doubt occupied state of mind
Wonders and what ifs whipped in a flurry
My current level
Features disheveled with nose to the grind
Nowhere to be in the biggest hurry
Just to get there and wish I could rewind
If my own view were a bit less blurry
If common kindness were a common kind
I'd dial back few notches from worry
My current level