Best Participation Poems
Oh we ostriches, my fellow man.
They led us here and pointed saying this is sand.
Lest by chance a fool we hap to be.
The truth is plain for all to see.
Time to struggle and throw a fit.
Yuck phooey and out we spit.
Thats not sand its ________.
Categories:
participation, funny
Form:
With the Corona now behind us
The whole world began to lift
Even the pollution sighed with we
Have we entered our human shift
With sporadic participation
We eased back to previous life
Leaving behind the uncertainty
That left so many in strife
It's now been many years
The fortunate get to look back
As we remember those who can't
Never again shall we slack
Categories:
participation, appreciation, earth, education, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
many people wished to know why president Macron
was denied to participate to Brics summit
in South Africa.
Could he spy on them?
Was he thinking to join Brics?
Could he interrupt the summit with his personal agendas?
President Putin could not participate to the summit
as the International Criminal Court was pushing
South African officials to arrest him which could interrupt the Brics summit.
Brazil’s president " Lula da Silva" called on Wednesday
for the Brics nations to create a common currency
for trade and investment between each other,
as a means of reducing their vulnerability
to dollar exchange-rate fluctuations.
BRICS formally announced Iran,
Saudi Arabia, UAE, Argentina,
Egypt and Ethiopia as full
members starting from
January next year.
President of South Africa received many appreciations
for the good role of negotiator and organiser
of a successful Brics summit.
August 25/2023
Categories:
participation, africa, political,
Form:
Free verse
A story probably most of you already know.
This took place on a football team not too long ago.
The owner and all the coaches together agreed,
that a star receiver was their immediate need.
The best all-pro pass catcher played for another team.
To have him render his services here was their dream.
Just picturing him wearing their uniform was nice,
as the team knew his presence would come at a high price.
There was competition from others to snare this guy,
but the offer from this owner turned out the most high.
Everyone on the team knew this man was a winner.
Their contract he signed while being treated to dinner.
All greeted him when he appeared at the training camp.
As he went through the drills, they felt the team was a champ.
Throughout the season, he coupled with the quarterback,
Together, they composed a high-scoring pass attack.
Best winning record in the Conference they achieved,
To go all the way was what many fans had believed.
When the team played in the Super Bowl in Jacksonville,
that great big coveted trophy eluded them still.
This receiver stayed out of camp before next season.
His thought that he was worth more money was his reason.
The owner said “You signed a contract to play with us,
so report to the training place and end all this fuss!”.
So his demands for higher pay were then retracted.
Soon, the team became annoyed with the way he acted.
The coach said “We’re suspending you without any pay.
Clean out your locker; I‘ve had enough of you today!”
The fact that this man has played his last game for the team
is quite apparent now, and a big shame it would seem.
There are some other teams with a wide receiver need.
If he gets a new chance, then this advice he should heed:
Please control yourself, and keep your mouth in a pucker;
should you get the urge to call the coach a ____________.
(I’m letting the readers fill in the blank.)
Categories:
participation, sports
Form:
Rhyme
To me you are my destination
And to you I am
A target of destruction
To me you are a friendly union
And to you I am
Just a time pass combination
We are both human creation
So why this is
Such an agonizing confusion
God has gifted determination
To both of us
To become a lovable inspiration
But we are showing indignation
By deliberately
Forgetting humanity aspiration
We are failed in the examination
Given by the Lord
By showing our foul resignation
Let’s come by for a culmination
To represent our
True account of the unification
Categories:
participation, deep, inspiration, love, love
Form:
Lyric
Anticipation of Precipitation
Could be with contemplation and anticipation
We are becoming a portion of the participation
Of weather with rain,
Which was once in Spain;
Became pat of our planned precipitation.
Jim Horn
Categories:
participation, allegory,
Form:
Limerick
I've come to say a few things about our political involvement,
Important is this because our future is on the edge of precipice,
And is dangerously tilting irreversibly towards enslavement,
If urgently not arrested we pay the unholy bitter Price.
How easily a people once astute and meticulous,
Got swerved towards the edge of political escarpment,
Punders sane mind, so absurd and so ridiculous,
Though it be inflicted by unnegotiated predicaments.
Then make I bold to interrogate and not to despair,
To investigate, scrutinize and not to speculate,
Prescribing solutions so simple and so straight,
Least I be misjudged and suspiciously at glared.
Despise not that which I say because of its simplicity,
For truths, real truths unadulterated are always simple,
And need not be subjected to unwarranted duplicity,
But be accepted by souls learned and simple.
Is this predicaments not caused by lack of participation?
Was it not caused by poor political permutations?
Are we not plagued by lack of proper political calculation?
When against action we choose unfounded speculations.
Have we not indulged so much in self aggrandizement?
Have we not taken the destructive path to political oblivion?
Have we not despised the Zikist ideology and movement,
When we choose "sit at home" in every election?
Refused we not to galvanize 20 million votes for our leaders?
Have we not disdainfully despised our leaders,
And make it practically impossible to organize us?
When we claimed that politics is not for us?
What else on the negotiation table do we bring,
Except the uncalculated threats of secession?
What if on the table 20 Million votes we bring?
That would grant all our interests protection.
Oh! What is he saying? Does it really matter?
All we want is our freedom from this contraption,
Their political system is bedeviled with corruption,
So we do not want to get involved in their matter.
In the final analysis it does not really matter,
What the political system is - whether it be perfect.
We do not need perfect political systems,
We need political participation that's perfect.
I say this one and I cease to say no more,
I Say not everything for want of time and space,
But that we participate even as we continue to ask for more,
As people of peace who for others set the pace.
Categories:
participation, allusion, anger, anxiety, motivation,
Form:
Political Verse
When the monopoly game rings out
Who stands stubborn pushing their clout?
Where does reality bounce?
On the chessboard of hope and change
Taxes rearranged, fiat shuffling
Help the sick and needy
The court jester needs buffering
I'm calling the foolhardy bluff
That redistricts citizen electioneering
The jibe is up
Career politicians dancing with time
While TV auctions stamp the mind
We must participate
In the creation of our own lives
Hatchet the grid that chants otherwise
Categories:
participation, death, growing up, life,
Form:
Free verse
The best
contest,
so fun,
is one
in which
you ditch
all thoughts
that lots
of time
with rhyme
and with
real pith
will get
you set
to win
with pen
a note
you wrote
to cheers
from peers
because
it does
stand out
about
a theme
you seem
to state
with weight
and grace;
to place
with verse
perverse
or terse
or worse
instead,
ahead
of none
save one,
the guy,
who by
mistake,
did make
a goof,
and poof!
DQ
anew.
Surprise,
surprise,
all tries,
first prize,
upsized
with fries!
Big lol,
that's all...
Categories:
participation, silly,
Form:
Footle
BECOMING SEVENTY
I was riding high
Leaving behind sixty nine
I celebrated the departure of sixty six
My born day is 9/6. Who needs 666?
I'd rather write a book
A gift to those who care;
Call it forgiveness.
I ponder therapy
It has gone too far with my Therapist
Finally, at seventy, I take the blame, the lead
The speed with which I'll feed gourmet dish
It percolates from within
When, why, how would you humbly sit?
*
Categories:
participation, age, appreciation, celebration, change,
Form:
Bio
Audience Participation
The quiet minions are cheering
ranting in their millions
the irony of enthusiasm
screaming at the animated postcards
element of their discordant reflections
Between adverts the devil dances
for the soul selling constituents
entertainments and soap opera truths
stab in the back and all the series-ousness
electrified plasmatic glass can muster
Still the family is together
baking emotions on heated issues
everything to say says it all
but nothing at all
to one another
Human enemy weapons
gathered together in their millions
dancing with the dangerous criminals
of freedom
ecstatic for the truth
and silent when it is not
Categories:
participation, repetition,
Form:
Free verse
We've torn down buildings, and built new ones
Yet we have no foundation.
We are illiterate to what we truly feel and breathe unless,
It is seen else where first.
It too is a reality that we've created.
This feeling that can only be described in Braille.
We too are restricted.
These bumps that go unnoticed.
The mumps in the crevice we band aid until it's too late.
We continue to tear down these fortresses of ourselves.
What concerns most is that I see myself in you.
The same love and laugh that become the building blocks that haults the storm.
Yet we reject each other due to the mentality of our environment.
With lack of understanding,
We fail to embrace choosing the cause and effect of all differential.
We seek to destroy forgetting what's important.
We work against each other doing more damage that good.
We need each other to further emancipation.
To build one another once this storm reaches peak.
As simple as it sounds it becomes more complex.
To build a new building on top shakey ground.
Everything must be cleared out.
The participation of presence
Categories:
participation, black african american, life,
Form:
Free verse
Participation
I like to observe people, and the way they talk and act.
My dog observing me, knows when she has done
something wrong I’m angry, she also knows
my anger I mixed with love.
As a talented dog, she reads other people's minds also
baring her teeth if she thinks they are antagonistic.
I was a member of a Scandinavian group my dog
didn’t like them, so I quit.
I’m not a real poet if I sound like one it is entirely
by accident; however, I have written a few books
of vignettes, they serve the distinctions of not being read.
I never bother about this side; what is written stands
like a beacon that tells me I also participated.
Categories:
participation, cinderella, daffodils,
Form:
Sonnet
Out of curiosity, will I win a medal when I leave? Or get the key that unlocks the golden city, that I’m living to die, just to see? When I go will you greet me with an endless scroll of all my human mistakes? Where repenting was never a choice that proved easy to make. Or will you embrace me with a hug and welcome me into your Kingdom of love? I wonder if you ever think you made a second mistake when making us. As you created them, multiplied them, destroyed them, and said you wanted to start a new without sin. So you appointed a human to do an earthly bidding for you while you destroyed your self made civilization of sinners in their undue. Only to start a new, with selected few, chosen for an ark. Kept alive to re-start and rebuild a world you angrily tore apart. I wonder if you sometimes throw a fit and cast a bolt of lightning from your fingertips, like just a reminder you still run this. Do you see us as the ugly part of a creation that was never meant to sustain a life in damnation? While giving us hope that changes our indignation so we lean more into you and grow closer to the realization none of this is a permanent situation. Still, you expect us to choose to be righteous as you lived. Then break ourselves from chains you ultimately created, to prove to you we are worthy of the life you once took away and then graciously gave us. I guess I’ll have to wait and see the type of life you deemed I lived. If it was worthy or littered about with sins and no confessions. So I ask, will I win a medal for my participation?
Categories:
participation, bible, blessing, faith, fate,
Form:
Rhyme
PARTICIPATION
Will my verse reach your ear
can your eye stay the course
listening,then writing my verse I awake ,
content until the next time,
the chords at my finger tips drift
back and forth into a song.
Take a deep breath,exhale and
read between my lines
An image alights as a butterfly in spring,
a thought arrives as inspiration on the wing.
An idea resides to crystallize and
brings each together as one.
Does convention confound
the rhythm of your eyes
Oh to avoid convention's game
make the image surreal upon my page.
a Stop,dear reader in your stride,
bring forth your imagination and join me on this ride.this
in the realm
of the mind,
replete with thoughts
inspiration thrives,
discerns over spills,
to reveal
then configure
and emerge:
a fragrance
to dwell,stay
and perhaps
haunt another
Categories:
participation, education, poetry,
Form:
Didactic