Best Opt Out Poems
Everything in my past,
has shaped me into who I am today
Daughter I'm fine
Thinking on all the years we had
which you today opt out of
Actions, decisions and choices
My world is hushed and silent
No laughter from grandchildren
every soft embrace is faded
A million words would not brings you back,
none of your puzzle pieces fit together
There is pain on both sides
Daughter I hope you are fine
I cannot live with drama and lies
We often want to avoid unpleasant feelings
and lose touch with who we are
But you must be ready
and emotionally available
Our emotions are a compass
indicative when we makes choices
Nothing is impossible
you are a part of my heart
16.11.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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It's a part of me /Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
1st place in the contest
Hello, I’m you, and you just wrote this poem!
You’ve written hundreds more! One day you’ll find
A place that poet friends world-wide call home.
Creatively, you’ll exercise your mind.
Start now to hone your writing skills, and when
you go for that semester in Madrid,
you won’t learn Spanish well enough! Please, then,
return to Spain! I know you’ll wish you did.
You needn’t try to get through college fast.
Get work in Spain. Learn from experience.
Don’t marry quite so young. Life is a blast.
Try things you really love. Gain confidence!
There’s coming in the 80’s - VCR,
and later on will come the internet.
Invest in them. I think you could go far,
Money matters. You just don’t know that yet!
Life will be nice, but long before you age,
You’ve got to save, or it will be too late.
You need a pension plan - advice most sage!
But cash it out before two-thousand-eight!
For one brief week soon coming, there’s a guy,
and no one like him will you meet again!
He’ll go back home, but three years later try
to look you up, but you’ll be married then. . .
Could things with him have worked? How can you know?
But you and I so seldom take a chance!
With what I’ve told you, let’s see how things go. . .
Will you change fate and opt out for romance?
For the What Would You Say Poetry Contest of Alexis Y
When your world is topsy-turvy
Opt out -- if you must
But don't stop CHARITY
GIVE a few coins, slices of food,
To the beggars, real or fake
And the universe heals THE HEART
By degrees. College degrees fail
All too often as does "religion,"
Just be human, a mensch, once
A day, at the very least, & "dance"
The blues away (reluctantly, secretly)
I wake again, the sky still ash
Mostly soft, not quite the weight of lead
seen at five a.m; that god awful flash
of knowing there is nothing when dead
Here inside a room, trying to recall
if sleep or darkness shapes it all
Whiskey breath eats away my face
Oh good! Aubade… finally shows a trace
The afterlife sleeps in, it always does
Woken up in the usual way
Another drink, a top-up buzz
Lifts my spirits, just above dismay
I fumble around with unopened post
Get dressed, eat flakes, feeling like toast
Hope and despair make a meagre pact:
That life bears fruit, and breakfast lacked
I breathe, then sniff, try steady a hand
light a smoke, or slap on a patch
Gesture defiance, attempt to stand
brave it out past the hallway latch
Go search, or not, for what comes after
opt in, opt out, call on the pastor
Who's high as a kite on altar wine,
“There's nothing” he sobs, “or do you bring a sign?”
His eyes light up, as I offer him a line
And you know! that day turned out just fine.
For My Mom's 90th (Alternative)
"Things"
When you hit your 90th,
You Don't Want "Things"!
Age has its privileges,
Chief among them being
To opt out of any more
Of the endless affluvia
Of our lives;
That collect like snowdrifts
In all the cracks and corners
In commemoration
Of our whims and triumphs,
Desires great and small
The walls of the ramshackle palaces
Of our memories.
That detritus that defines
That we were here.
No. When you're looking at
Near a century gone behind
Things, per se, no longer count for much.
No. One no longer cares
For whatever may be rapped
Upon the table'
As for what might be brought
To the table;
Ah, that's another thing.
There are things made of smoke,
Born of life,
Free of form
Yet solid as diamonds:
Love, Passion, Hope, Experience
Desire, Despair, Ecstasy -
All the things that make each life a miracle.
YOU have given me all of these things,
Mom.
Because you had me.
You cast me into this;
You cast me into this Wonder;
We are as we are
Because someone brings us to the light.
This world of things made of sacred smoke;
For that I Thank You, Mom.
I Thank You.
Ok so now that I am here, what do I do? Do I keep going. Do I fly around. Am I sure I am here. Everything is still the same except that, this, and maybe a little bit of that too but I am sure that is normal with life though. So I am searching for the question to the answer of my first question. Yes I am. So now normalities. What is normal? Blue is normal to us under a bright light, green shines better. Which one is real? Choose one. Let us say both. Both is not an option. Let us opt out. Done. Now if we can opt out of the question, why have'nt you?
Some lover's jealousies are such a tight squeezing embrace
that the loved one can't help feeling
coiled and embroiled
like in the grip of a loving beast or literally a bear's hug
And which makes her sigh,
why God ever chose to model her into a beauty
For the near perfection of her face and figure
highlights to him his imperfections
such that her illustrious famed facial grace
transforms him into a suspicious tamed beast!
A possessive kind of guy miner tis he
who jealously guards
this beauty secret
like upon having struck gold
and wishes to lock her up from the world
like a real-life Rapunzel's witch.
Yet as no black clouds can hide the radiant sun
her world soon comes to know
of her innocent screened charms and beauty
despite his protests and measures.
Yet in a world of unscruplous looters
this louvred love cage turns out to be that blessing in disguise
She can no longer be preyed upon by any predator guys.
Thus both lucky and unfortunate is the comely woman
But let her bloom and breathe
in love's cell or engulfing dungeon
for a free bird she was never meant to be for long.
And let her wedded man be her love's protective warden
so no body but he is lured by her look and lovesong!
She can't just forever fly and sing foot-loose and fancy-free.
A plethora of cocks out there might try to charm her
with their new feathers
serenading her with new love songs in the wind.
All she must do is
snap out from
and slip away from
their flirty fantasy.
For she can either opt out and walk out
or stay in and stay on, but not both,
for the sake of her beloved
and wise values of scruples and principles.
from the book WOW! TATTOO MY BUTT -
MORE MAD POEMS AND VERSE BY NICK
By Nick Armbrister
Zuni
I'm the defective detective.
I marvel at the whiteness of frozen snow.
Left right upper leg.
Do you like beer?
No I like Ricky Gervais.
I'm inside the tumble dryer spinning in space.
Just made a hillinit bloody hooooot.
Why do I let the last 5 years drag me down?
Chained to me,
self destroying me from within.
I'm the Phantom Ray bombing plane with no pilot.
She ticked the opt out box and became
a peace loving vegan vampire bi-sexual lesbian called Sultry Sheba.
Dave can roll joints with his toes and smoke them with his bell.
Curtain rail caterpillar coloured purple and beige.
Gibbering old people flying Messers over Russia.
Retirement?
Humbug flavoured gumdrops.
Silver beer cans tasting tinnily of champers.
Aldi luxury potatoes for tea.
Join me and talk gibberish.
Life is a never ending series
Of highs and a bunch of lows
Where we're heading, what lies ahead
We really don't want to know
Let it all be a big surprise
We're just along for the ride
Some make a lasting impression on folks
Some don't as hard as they try
Some seem destined for greatness
Born with a silver spoon
But in the end, when your number's up
It's farewell financial tycoon
The most successful entrepreneur
Cannot opt out of the plan
It's not the size of your portfolio that counts
It's your value to your fellow man
When we really get down to basics
We put our pants on one leg at a time
So give yourself a reality check, folks
Be helpful be generous and kind
Life is really a never ending series
Of highs and a bunch of lows
Where we're heading, what lies ahead
We really don't want to know
© Jack Ellison 2014
All are prisoners locked in the prism of timespace
A few sail through cushioned from the rigours of hate
Yet none may opt out never losing the favours of grace
Would that it were nobler to suffer confined in space
Than be thought brave to overcome the fear of fate
All are prisoners locked in the prism of timespace
Fear of the Unknown plunges us all in utter disgrace
Though desperados fail not to open the ultimate gate
Yet none may opt out never losing the favours of grace
Most sport excuses to want to stay in this only place
Family mate duty cause unfinished work started late
All are prisoners locked in the prism of timespace
Yet others pray for the day of deliverance to save face
Wait in patience for the scythe to sweep clean the slate
Yet none may opt out never losing the favours of grace
Don’t we look around and wonder at this endless place
We call a living-space hoping for more on our plate
All are prisoners locked in the prism of timespace
Yet none may opt out never losing the favours of grace
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
From black-board to projectors,
the education system has never been diaphanous.
Everything has changed with brevity,
still it remains detrimental to the knowledge society.
Being a denizen to the library, come across a lot many books
Seldom , i am agaped to see good ones never issued.
The book- worm students are omnipresent
However, low cognizance won’t make them complacent.
Desultory transactions lead only to poor denouments
Earth - worm teachers are the true social rodents.
Doctors need memorising tricks , engineers do need the same
Ministers need criminal record and saints like ... need to shame.
Originality has lost it’s credentials and xerox at it’s peak
Marks are over – emphasized engulfed with the knowledge – leak.
Didactic achievers don’t serve their country
They feel better to opt out of this unholy treachery.
Demagogues rule the roost in decision making,
Playing with our future through delusive risk –taking.
Their deranged behaviour denigrates the country’s status
Still every word they utter is given high impetus.
Concave curriculum , blighted minds
Our education system is the worst of it’s own kind.
Efficient cheating and mal- practice makes a man great
Hard - work and sincerity makes a matter of hate.
My electronic pen as drunk as a blind bat rattles along the virtual pages of my computer trying to make sense of its staggering direction, not knowing which word will next come out of its nib, mainly keeping a balance, endeavoring not to topple over, or to make scrawling blotches on its whitened board.
It is interesting that one can surmise the demise of a pen, by checking the balance of ink life that remains. However if the pen is drunk it will display uneven levels of ink life as it rocks and staggers across fallen white leafs destined to change color. Many a writer has become an idea dwarf. Hence, what is called writer’s block, sets in. I have found myself down that street a few times and have exercised my drunken pen’s syndrome option to its fullest. Nothing quite like it though, as this form of writing makes no sense to the closed minded reader, but a satisfactory opt out when the writer’s mind is blocked, to resort to using their drunken pen.
Always moving forward.
Best to put one foot in front of the other.
Change is inevitable.
Don't stop moving forward.
Even in dark times
Filling your heart with hope helps.
Good intentions aren't enough actions count.
Happy thoughts fill your body with joy.
Into the unknown the brave will go.
Just because your feeling down, you don't fall down, or stay down.
Kindness to self is important.
Listen to your soul singing it is song of Joy.
Many will not see into your heart, yet many will.
Nothing is impossible.
Opt out of failure, keep going.
People can be shallow but also good.
Quit times help to heal
Restless times tell us to be moving.
Sitting in silence helps clear the mind.
Together we thrive by helping each other.
Understanding we are part of a whole.
Veins of the heart beat for each other.
With determination we step forward treading down that slippery slope.
x-ray vision would be great for seeing the truth in other people so we don't judge one another.
You succeed when you jump right in.
Zero tolerance for failure. Strive! Strive! Strive!
To the end of the dark corner where all the darkness leaps
Hoping to jump out with excitement and capture the innocence
Each piece played as chess, for the king holds all the power
Move by move testing the strategic skills of each one
Luring each pawn to be the same, but one stands out as a soldier
A soldier who knows the game better than what others haven't yet comprehended
Stuck in the darkness humble and yet alone of all the fears
Fears for which no one will understand but yet the soldier builds a strong armor
An armor used to protect itself around the rest of the game
Choosing to opt out of the game but yet can't make a permanent move until on all feet
Soon to become a leader, all with the time of patience and knowledge
Follow Me
The Pitch
Live in my circle of simplicity,
Where loyalty plays no tricks.
A world that runs in parallel,
Without prejudice, or politics.
No longer capable of crime,
Dishonesty, just doesn’t exist.
Disciples are tolerant and caring,
A new life on Earth, no twist.
We have no need of Police Force,
Magistrates, Solicitor’s or Judge.
Follow the code in my good book,
No greed, no malice, no grudge.
Everyone will live to Ninety-Nine,
Then happily fall over the edge.
This is a promise I keep for you,
For Piety, this is my pledge.
Perfect people, in a perfect world,
That’s how it was meant to be.
So, sign your consent, now today,
Then worship and follow me.
Follow me
Clinching the deal
One Thousand pounds, is all I ask,
A life-time’s dedication, is my offer.
Here is a T-Shirt, just £12.99,
Bearing legend, I submit and proffer.
Yes, you can opt out at any time,
For a small administration charge.
No refunds due, read the small print,
As profits are small, overheads large.
Devotion doesn’t come cheap,
I have associates, with fat expenses.
Thank you for joining the team,
Let’s start, by weakening defences.
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Only we alone, have been chosen,
Read section 6b of my clauses.
Go out there my friend and recruit,
Deliver my word with precision.
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