Best Raise The Bar Poems
Tribute to Teachers - Constanza
Upon my soapbox I protest
that teachers schooling young and old,
be honored like they're made of gold.
How small in payment we invest
with expectations raised sky high,
still, underpaid we can't deny.
For educators, my request,
to legislate to change the laws
for student ratios just cause.
In government we do divest
to raise the bar in public schools;
give teachers much more needed tools
and raise all pay at their behest!
Without these changes I do fear
few will want a teaching career.
Upon my soapbox I protest
how small in payment we invest
For educators, my request,
In government we do divest
and raise all pay at their behest!
6-20-2018
A poem with a message ' Poetry Contest
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Constanza Contest ~Second Place~
Sponsor Emile Pinet
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My cats a tad bit different so I'm here to raise the bar
He won't climb a fence adores riding in the car
His favorite trip begins when we're off to PETCO
Sitting in his basket to watch his fishing show!
He's Spider Man for Halloween all the kids adore
they're here to Trick Or Treat and pet Lulu on the floor
I could go on forever talking about my love
instead I've left photos for you to see above
6/14/15
1/23/16
A passage, I read,
in the book of Academic Proverbs,
"Seize the day
and reach for the stars".
Along with many others like
"Follow your dreams,
don't sell yourself short,
and raise the bar".
There was no doubt the wisdom
behind these words.
They resonated well with me
until I got to thinking...
... who created the day
that I'm seizing too?
Who created the stars
that I'm reaching for?
When so many things
must work so perfectly
just to keep me alive,
who am I to ask for more?
The sky is the limit
when it comes to one's dreams.
But who might I ask
gave me the feet
so that I may chase them?
My eyes take in
the beauty of moonbeams.
My ears are perked for
the rustling of the wild oak.
It's always Me, Myself and I
is that not the way it seems?
Life beckons me forward,
but no, that's not all she wrote.
"Seize the day
and reach for the stars"
Profound words,
indeed they are.
But certainly not
everything...
... not by far.
Being a parent
You tried to be the best parent you were able.
Given the tools that life’s experience thought.
You attempted, on many occasion, to raise the bar.
Eighteen years, nine as two parents, ten as a Mr. Mom.
Then !!!, to endure the loss, the empty nest syndrome.
Both Daughters spread their wings, left the family home.
Nagging thoughts prevailed, three abortions, two Daughters
after eight years of extremely active, unprotected passion.
A movie, Chaos Theory, and the actions of two Daughters,
after some twenty and twelve years, opened the flood gates
to all these years of doubts, as infidelity was the modus operandi
on the roads, looking for love, beyond, in all the wrong places.
One has to question the actions of your two Daughters.
Is there an awareness of my doubts ??? or do they know ???
For all their years, they are !!!, even if they are not ???
The love, the journeys, the adventures, the good, the bad,
all have created the moments, the memories, the stories
of a Mr. Mom’s efforts to lift them above all that I and we,
their mother and me implanted in their mind, heart and soul.
Has this become answers to the questions ??? I do not know.
I only know, feel their silence, them I never see
As their Mr. Mom, is this what is left for me ???
B. J. “ A ” 2
January 29th 2018
Wood burner, smoke choke,
Dog shite, bullfight.
Hashtag, manbag.
**** bleaching, hate preaching.
Save the fox, change your clocks.
Prom queen, crime scene.
Chocolate fountain, food mountain.
Buy to let , insure your pet.
Cake bakers, bookmakers.
Dash cam, phone scam.
Raise the bar, electric car
Make your own, payday loan.
Lendlease , family feast.
Babestation, masturbation.
Homogenised, androgenized.
Male grooming, future looming.
Cold war, Godwin's law.
Online games, baby names.
Many, many many more......
Individuality
Is the most important key
For being truly who you are
You can help to raise the bar
Of making others realize
There's no reason to disguise
The person they are meant to be
Letting their light shine so free
Being different from the rest
Puts them on a special quest
To prove that different can be fine
we need to erase the line
Between normal and unique
When happiness is all they seek
Labels should never be heard
Nicer more descriptive words
Can be found if we just look
Everybody's like a book
No two are ever alike
This nonsense needs to take a hike
Letting personalities
Fly and soar with dignity
No more words of indiscretion
We all need to learn a lesson
This world is a melting pot
And it really takes a lot
Of unique and different types
To make it past all the hype
That is getting way to loud
If your not part of the crowd
Looking and acting the same
With attitude hot as a flame
Then you will not be accepted
Tossed aside you are rejected
You just want to be connected
But its hard when your selected
To be put down by the way
You live your life everyday
I can’t believe, I am in ICU
Now that I am, Life want to see U
From ICU, THROUGH ICU... ... ...
Retrospecting.... .... ...
Using morality and spirituality as a cornerstone
Devotedly set off to build mansion of success
Laid Foundation solid, walls incomplete for right stones
Fear of losing or sense of deprivation never put me down
FAITH in HIM, not barring belief that I am chosen one
Chose HIS mission to raise the bar in everyone
Now that I am in ICU
Life want to see U, BEYOND ICU... ... ...
Introspecting.... ... ...
Many believe, ICU is a stage between Life and Death
However, Life is stage, ICU the break-in-between
Karma’s audience evaluating life-death cycle umpteen
Worry never resolves, Destiny ever evolves
In HIM Life's solution lies, in death too HIS solution lies
Nobody can create vacuum, NO BODY can fill vacuum
Now that I am in ICU
Life, want to see U, WITHOUT ICU... ... ...
Always in my Heart
I wake this morning, his bed is bare
His smell is here but he’s not there.
The rooms the same because it’s his
But the sparkles gone and so is the fizz.
I feel his clothes they mean so much
So nice to smell, so nice to touch.
His body’s gone, He’s in my heart
He’ll never leave, we’ll never part.
As days go by I feel the pain
Some days I feel I’ll go insane
In my thoughts every day
And that’s the way it will ever stay
Time goes by - year by year
Sometimes a whisper in my ear?
He made the world a better place
Now in heaven, he’s left the race
We must go on the way things are
He would expect we raise the bar.
In my heart he now lives
Much love and warmth he still gives
In my heart, till we meet again
In a far off place on another plain
Thousands of people drowning in their self perception.
Hundreds of people, searching for a place.
Tens of people changing to fit in.
One person, feels alone.
She sits at home and no one even knows,
She’s breaking down, to the ground.
She can’t keep up, she’s so behind.
If you could see the thoughts she thinks.She thinks, they’d blow you away.
Perception is not beauty.Beauty is not perfection.Perfection is not love,but love is purely
perception.
She’ll never live up to standards.Or be the top of her class.She’ll never be the pretty one,or
the loud obnoxious ass.
She lets the old love drag her down.
Because to her it’s not old.
In her heart it’s still alive and well.
Although his heart doesn’t live there anymore.
She’s tired of misconceptions, and people’s preconceptions.
It’s a never-ending race,
That’ll leave you breathless in the end..
When you look back and wonder when it all started.
She’s prettier than me.
She’s smarter.
They raise the bar,
As she raises her hand,
And asks when this all started to matter.
No one will understand her.
She’s alright with that.
Just go drown in your self perception.
Nobody’s perfect anyways.
HEAR ME ROAR….
You think you’re better than me,
Trying to dominate the very soul that created you, protected you
Maybe a century ago you could say men had a say,
Only because we were not allowed to, in the law of tradition not principles,
But not now, not this century we have a voice now,
A say, from all this barbaric confusions and war that is implemented in their heads.
We women fight every day for our freedom, for our right, because at the end of it it’s about equality not victory.
We know you can past us by and we don’t care, At least we can control ourselves But we caught your attention obviously you’re so week, so fickle that only a raise of our dress can make them forget who they really are.
Patriarchy is so evident, you wear a short dress you’re a ****, you have a Tattoo you’re a lesbian
But now we can accomplish the unlimited we can raise the bar and prove them wrong,
There is no limit to success, we have choices ladies, we have freedom and that’s what matters.
The World is at the figure tip no more being treated like a “doormat” we have “rights”.
Sad eyes that pour out tears wishing those tears can reap some harvest for the poor and unfortunate, the babies and youth the mothers that don’t know what else to do. Sad eyes, my soul cries, my spirit is in contemplation on the next goal, plan, to prevent this foreign epidemic, abroad and in our own homes. Pray…
Can’t live without nourishment, substance, or H2O, who really suffers on these roads when there only goal is to gain a piece of bread to bring home to share with their whole family? 10 deep? How the world sleeps with this empty hole of so many suffering I don’t know…
Sad eyes
My eyes grow weary, my soul is grey in color trying to make sense of it all, my senses are not on point because the results are so lost, and the more I stay tuned to the reality shows the more deeply my soul grows troubled… the reality is there isn’t enough who can give doing so, so with all I got my plot is to raise the bar way above even my head goes, and that grey will grow but eventually that wisdom will grip hold and unfold the untold.
Sad eyes
Look at the children, you can’t look into their eyes first because the bones protruding from their bodies grab you quicker, the image is real no photo shop no magic show. Just sad eyes…
Grab a hold of the tangible, the truth, the real reality is not a show…
sad eyes, that pour out tears wishing those tears can reap some harvest for the poor and unfortunate, especially the poor, the babies and youth the mothers that don’t know what else to do. Sad eyes, my soul cries, my spirit is in contemplation on the next goal, plan, to prevent this tragedy…foreign, abroad and in our own homes. Pray…with your blessings bless another being.
© 2015
I’ll raise the bar and do what’s right
Raising the bar comes purely with
A fight. I’m Christ representative
In this dark unfriendly world, refusing
To get stuck in any old mould.
To employers and customers confidence
Is the key. I’ll strive to be the best I can
Possibly be. God promise my labour would
not be in vain, if I raise the bar consistently
and call on his name.
Never spill secrets.
Always raise the bar.
Sometimes go in hiding.
Never steal sundries.
Always look to win.
Sometimes cry.
Never arrive late.
Always appear content.
Sometimes freak out.
Never sound alarms.
Always handle it yourself.
Sometimes find windows.
Never kiss your neighbor.
Always leave a note.
Sometimes pour your heart out.
Never stop too soon.
Always reassess.
Sometimes rip it to shreds.
Never leave it for another.
Always do your best.
Sometimes is never enough.
7/13/17
Cowabunga
I'm coming in with a hunga munga
Near and far from any rotunda
Going in and out the umbra
While close and beyond yucca
Across desert, grassland, forest and tundra
Yargh!
Now I'm wielding a katar
And scimitar
On par
Ready to spar
Time I raise the bar
Hallelujah
Next I'll use the zhua
Above and below plants and fruit trees such as satsuma
Regarding any terrain with or without puma and vicuna
As well as waters that do or don't have tuna, beluga and barracuda
If that doesn't work, then surely will the bazooka
my body's broke and beaten now for certain;
too many years of junk have dried my bones.
I think I see the final call and curtain -
the God who owns is callin' in His loans.
it was my hope someday I would connect
and mesh my flesh with angels of desire
but I deny their lie so they reject
those touched too much by flames of madness fire.
the story of God's glory gone insane;
a genius so sublime in youthful prime
before devoted days with rock cocaine
did steal away the tick and tock of time.
certified a crazy kind of critter
by tested mess I do believe correct
but bitter is the life filled full with litter
where choice is purged by choices I neglect.
but now I'm runnin' full capacity
while hopin' I'm not headin' for a fall
while showin' off my great alacrity
before the reaper makes her final call.
I hope to find a cheap discreet hotel
where I will kick addictions very quick
while risin' up and out of my own hell
affixed to my afflictions like a tick.
I think I'll join a mighty minstrel show
while stretching high to greet the nearest star;
I'll find some truth I don't already know
and see if I have time to raise the bar.
my future vision of reality,
infused with figment fire but never there -
a future framed without validity
as if no soul has ever been aware.
I slip and slide while runnin' in a rut
still hopin' I won't land upon my back.
I'm just a jester with a stuttered strut
who lives to fill his life with what it lacks.
I guess it's time to slip away and leave -
been here and there so now I guess I'll go
and find some new creative ways to weave
some changes to my brain's eternal flow.
one way I know to beat the blues today
is groovin' down to my old boogie beat
but I'm not breakin' any news your way
'cause we know why and where like minded meet.