Best Recognized Poems
recognized her instantly
from his dream work
she had no idea
pursued her until she could stand no more
she dumped him hard as coal goes down a chute
did not find each other for twelve years
she had her own soul dreams by now
they burned the sky up
Public language
And body talk reveal your
Personality.
True conversation
Reveals your hidden man's heart
Known here by your face.
Part of the Human Race and Recognized As
A Second Class Citizen
In the land of the free and the home of the brave, I live
as a slave in the land my ancestors helped
to build and form.
The laws and the words of the chosen few say we are
equal and have human rights and their actions
speak with hate and lies.
I do love America, yet I hate what they do, how they act
and the lies they tell us to get folks to conform.
All my life pacification was the key to keeping me and
other’s like me to be good citizens and comply
To a land full of hate mongers whose only desire is to
make as much money as they can,
THE REST OF UF BE DAMNED.
The Holy Roman Empire lived this way and sustaining
this lifestyle ended in a state of decadent
misery for the masses they controlled
The people of Rome became totally fed up and woke
up creating an ending to a unholy way of life.
In the end the world was better off progress took on
a new meaning as individuality took over being
controlled,
But it had become too late and the attempt to start all
over again ended up on deaf ears and all that
was became the end of their life
Because the Creator had enough.
GOD DON’T LIKE UGLY.
Put away inside
Told to stay alive
Lost in all but name
Nothing seems the same
Expected to survive
When life is so contrive
Alone at night and day
Taking part as slaves
We run we run we run
Only to end up
Put away inside
Put away inside
Put away inside
And our minds rot
And our minds clot
And our minds’ clock,
stop
Writing is one thing I do daily
Early in the morning
My mind will be humming
So wise the words of wisdom sounds
Alike a rice free of sands
Helping to humanity
Teaches you humility
Makes you a star in your community
You live with impunity
A wise man is not questioned
When you are wise
You turns unique
People begin to mimic you
These are the words that make sense
The words that are sensible enough to bring light of information
Its information cure deformation
The formation of wisdom in the citizens is the development of the nation in all angles
It is citizens that owns a country and not country that owns them
Leniency brings light to the world, and makes right for a nation
Where wise men are filled, nothing lacks
Where knowledge is being stored is treasured with higher value
Where wise information are being shared, you don't see much deformation
Life has many things to give for those who are wise
Wiseness is not only information, but a gift of rational thinking
Talent is a gift of
we sit in shadows
but are seen in light,
we speak in riddles,
that language is beauty
divine by God
earthly by nature
spiritual by power
but reserved. unlit
we are apart
but when our
candles are lit
and the light
shines on our face
whe speak our words
we understand
we see
we hear
we feel.
by Jesse Kaler
my reasoning behind this poem is that art is a language that is seen, read, heard, and felt by people who are artists because you tap into the feelings that live in your heart because your heart has emotions that are different than the head and art is what shows them.
we stand together
yet we fall apart
we are louder than thunder
but as quiet as the stars
we are silent poets
we are loud musicians
we are invisible to the eye
yet seen as outcasts
and as incommons
see us now as we write away
A tiny fish in a polluted pond struggled to breathe.
She is suddenly scooped up with a batch of the stinky water.
It is poured off her, and she is plunked into a fresh water tank
With her friends, and plenty of sweet air, tunnels, bridges, and ferns.
She is amazed and excited; her prayers were answered.
Feeling badly for the rest of her family, all of whom are dying a stifling
Death in a pond that once was full of fresh cool spring water.
A pond that has been a dumping ground for a factory without
A conscious. The tiny fish begins making new friends,
Optimism revived, excited to live, knowing her parents will
Be thrilled for her also. Realizing how wonderful breathing is again.
I recognized the Draconian talk that day
A knowing without knowing how I knew
When the dragons faced me, I looked away
I was relieved seconds later, when off they flew
Cosmic enthusiasm oozing at covert desert landing strip
We, Sedona's most aware, gathered in dream state,
Opening our minds in amazed glory.
Excitement mounts, as we begin to see our immediately recognized but never before met E.T. ancestors
who are returning to claim us as their most assertive by-products.
Ethereal night gliders, who have taken eon-years to return.
The hidden survivors of Atlantis hit the hidden landing lights
Sedona's secret airport returns to her former active state.
We, who have been led here in our dreams
Welcomed by our extraterrestrial sixth-fathers
Determined to take us to our forever home
I have never felt so delighted. My heart is racing in excitement!
Brought up in a peaceful world.
Far away from any kind of pain.
Never knew what teardrops felt like,
Unless it was the dark clouds' rain.
Never touched by the evil around.
Pure in every sense of the word.
The softest voice that you'd ever know,
You'd be surprised how many people heard.
Traveled the world spreading news,
Finally having a little taste of the real life.
Was loved, hated, and known by all,
Making a name that was to be recognized.
Cat refused to enter my bedroom
He usually slept in here
Tried to coax him
He growled and stalked off, angry
I thought he was being silly
He was being sensitive
He knew something was off
I was up and down all night
My sleep was anything but restful
At 1:30 a.m. I felt like I was being watched
At 2:29 I retreated to the living room
And slept with the cat
The Body Recognized
in brief..
we misidentify our bodies
by forms assumed over
our years..
experience reports the
images by which we
have contained and weighed
and gendered the body
for so long..
now we must ponder that
our time-space body
as it walks and talks
is quite narrowing of a
new dimensionless
recognition..
in brief...
Flora recognized the brownie’s despair
His depression wafted and waved in the summer air
She herself had been the victim of some sad times
The cure was to volunteer for the March of dimes
You need to get outside of your sorrow and do some good.
When your heart expands, like it probably should…
You will stop wallowing and yelping and see better times.
Okay, he agreed, but does it always have to be the March of dimes?
No, volunteer to help an older person who cannot get around.
Bring up their canned jellies, jams and pickles from way underground.
Visit a day care center and offer to hold the babies who cannot sleep.
The object is to bring happy joy to your life, it is wisdom deep.
WE HEARD HIM SAY"
The Peolpe Will make him a DRAW!
"They read off names of
guys liklyto replace him
and he just sat thre like nothing was wrong.
muscle men
Rich men
Crafty cagey men
more atheletic men
Phyc gimmicky men
if he losses he'll
get booged and brawled
out wrested and pumpled
he'll stand tall and will cheat
and be seen as crafty until
he gets his bearings.
he'll redefind the term
Champion.
People shoul invite this guy
to there promotion and give him trophy's.
The day he loses the title
all those guys can stand
and claim him as
the World champion.
It's a two handled paddle it flips
to the handlers favor.
people will become legends by challenging him.
And he won't ever get the
recognition he deserves.
Trophy this guy up in the independents
and give wrestling fans there real champion!"