Best Regulates Poems
I am just a kid.
That’s what everyone says.
I haven’t lived as long, learned as much,
or worked as hard.
My seniors brush me off and push me away,
as if I’m just a blooming pest.
I am just a teen.
No one takes what I have to say.
My words are soft as wood among a world of steel.
Emotions flooding like a wild river,
Each day drowns me.
I just need to learn to swim.
I am just a woman.
My clothing regulates their attention.
I live as one of them yet,
My body is not one of my own.
Land of the free they say,
But only for those with green.
I am just a Human.
Life doesn’t feel worth living.
Brains melt on the pavement we walk.
Mouths full of gunpowder and metal.
Pills scattered across a pale body.
This is the world we live in.
Thank god, I am just a kid.
Arriba, Arriba as Speedy Gonzalez would say
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat is dying away
Baja California is where they do reside
On a little strip of land just 100 meters wide
Due to agriculture and progress it’s sad to say
All but nine-miles of their habitat was taken away
Truly nocturnal they only come out at night
Strongly territorial they’re ready to fight
Once numbering in thousands now 30 are left
How long can humanity go on being deft?
They bathe in the dust so its sad but true
In captivity they last just one day or two
When they are threatened believe what I say
Two-meters at a time they go hopping away
They mainly eat seeds, fruits, insects and such
Amazing kidneys allow them to not drink very much
They rarely drink water because these words are true
Their kidney’s are four-times as efficient as the kidney in you
The odds they will rebound are far less then slim
San Quinton Kangaroo Rats fate is looking rather grim
Even if you don’t hold rats dear to your heart
In the overall cycle of life they play their part
Every species on earth fulfills some sort of need
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat regulates the diversity of seeds
Plants, insects, ants, and birds need them to survive
Without the San Quinton Kangaroo Rat they cannot thrive
Arriba, Arriba as Speedy Gonzalez would say
The San Quinton Kangaroo Rat is dying away
Being one who spent years in San Quinton this
endangered species caught my eye. Reminded
me of the jail house mouse that would frequent
my cell. An odd sort of connection I'll admit but
rather interesting I reckon.
This is my hometown.
One light regulates traffic
Ya’ll come back Now heah
Him fountain of eternal joy from
Where life is renewed,
Ageing and life to be drained out, exit
From the world is nigh,
When suddenly comes a call from him
Above, who regulates
The flow of life through cycles of many
Births and deaths, to stop.
Suddenly sounds the drum from sky for the
Second act of play,
Life really awakens, drooping life
Joyfully responds to the call;
The wintry night desolate soon turns
Into a joyous spring day,
Undoing death, His rhythm and dance
Rejuvenates life force.
The flow of life from star to star
Follows the rhythm of his dance,
Freed from the confinement of matters
Th'Earth finds salvation;
With multitudinous fruits and grains and
Flowers of myriad hues
Her baskets of seasons are filled to the
Till and brim and all.
Thus she attains the fulfillment at the
Touch of his dancing feet,
The flow of life gushes up from death
Following incessantly
The pattern of his rhythm and dance, to the
Tune of his golden flute;
In the tornado of this violent dance,
All that is withered falls.
The triumphal arch of life is erected
Midst the joyful tunes,
And the journey of this spring meanders
Towards the fountain again.
This poem was originally written in Bengali Language by Rabeendranath Tagore. Its Bengali Title was Udbodhan. It was then translated into English by Mr. Rabeendranath Choudhury who expressed his wish that somebody from some other generation may attempt the rest so that all the English-speaking people may enjoy India's Pride. And here it is, slightly edited and recast in the true poetic form by P.S. Remesh Chandran, Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum.
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E nchanted by the elements, Goddess Earth excitedly
A rises, anticipating all her awe-inspiring artistry;
R eveling in the rapture of the rivers’ ripples or roses’ rare redolence;
T antalizing us with her talent for turning out utter transformations.
H er heart holds hues of happiness!
R obust and rosy-cheeked, she rambles,
A dorning arms of trees with amethysts in spring and apples in autumn.
D ancing from dawn to dusk and back to dawn,
I nstinctively and impulsively, she illuminates with imagery - in
A nd out and all about, she ambles ardently.
N ever endingly, this nimble nymph
C apriciously creates - combing sky with clouds and coaxing colors onto canyons,
E xuberantly and effortlessly embracing all of earth’s expanse effulgently.
R iding rainbows or rapids; rending rocks when riled, she regulates and replenishes.
I nherently and impressively imaginative, she is invaluable in
D auntlessly and dulcetly delighting with dazzling display.
E arth, who exhales exquisite breath, may your radiance ride be everlasting!
An Anagram poem!
I saw alchemy love gods in the hierarchy,
Testosterone that regulates sexual desire.
Phenyl ethylamine makes a person catchy,
Its effect is time-bound but not entire.
A love interest is signaled by Dopamine,
Your attention on the person is alright.
Your blood is set racing by Norepinephrine,
And prompts you for action ‘fight or flight’.
The control of moods goes with Serotonin,
And violent behavior is almost set light.
Released at the moment of ****** Oxytocin,
Influences bonding between the two alright.
Suddenly awoke, many gods and paths that wind
If you don’t mind call me in case more you find.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
4th place win
Contest Personifying science
Quiet juxtaposes sound;
a time when mute thoughts abound.
And though quiet may seem rare,
it can be found anywhere.
Quiet resides in stillness,
a respite from life's shrillness.
From cell phones to children's toys;
we get bombarded by noise.
Quiet's a sanctuary;
when chaos becomes scary.
And quiet's a peaceful state;
that regulates your heart rate.
Quiet is a time of bliss;
comparable to a kiss.
It's a feeling of calmness,
you garner from aloneness.
Quiet's that extended hush
when your mind tells you to shush.
And morphs into a gateway,
when you need to be away.
The tower’s high with striking chime
its clangor resonates.
With face of time now widely seen
clock’s scene thus viewed dictates.
Its dial white looks free of grime
new cleaning time awaits .
Loud presence yea with polished sheen
our day it regulates
Every human is born as a single entity
Without emotional ties, feelings or an identity
Relations and feelings are achieved in the home and hearth
Soon after the cry signals the miracle of birth
But no man is an island, as they say
Everyone in your life holds sway
To the way you are, and the decisions you take
And one gets encumbered by connections, real and fake
In the world of relations, there is a hierarchy
That regulates behaviour, preventing anarchy
And on top of the pyramid soaring like a dove
Is an extremely complex bond called Love
The bond of love I had for you
Shaped the way I am, my world and it's hue
For you I lived, and let my life go by
And it broke my heart when you took to the sky
Did you forget how I sat by your bed
When the world had left you for dead
I fed you and nurtured you to health
But you were lured away,I guess, by nature's wealth
I loved you, so I had to set you free
And I understand why you had to leave me
Because whether filled with love or brimming with hate
Every relation has an expiration date
Water, in a protein sense,
salt and other substances,
make up plasma, which, in kind,
account for half of blood's design.
A mammal's blood is red and bright,
-from oxygen, when mixed inside.
Because of an iron-filled kind of protein,
Hemoglobin, it's red and glowing.
Red and white cells fill the half,
oxygen rides in small red rafts.
Compared to white, the reds are many,
born from marrow, good and plenty.
Blood supplies glucose and acids,
while carbon dioxide wastes are banished.
Coagulation is the body's repair,
as hormones message when damage is there.
It regulates the body heat,
hydro-mechanics, just like a machine.
Blood makes 7% of your weight,
red cells live 120 days.
The white cells clot the blood on site,
they help by killing parasites.
White cells come in different types,
some kill bacteria, and fungi,
allergic reactions, virus cells,
tumors, pathogens as well.
If only we could go within,
to see a white cell's origin.
We could show our gratitude,
for those that keep us strong like new.
Our health is their only mission,
their ranks are in the immune system.
The heart drives blood throughout the body,
from the ventricles, to the arteries.
-Back to the heart and through the veins,
ventricle, artery, lungs, you could say,
the blood travels far, and this would be truth,
it takes 30 seconds to complete it's route.
Oxygen brought in must be spread around,
While carbon dioxide is what's carried out.
The vein is a valve containing the waste,
which is pushed with help from muscles in legs.
Arteries branch out as smaller roads called,
Capillaries, just one cell thick is their wall.
The blood must be slowed to allow the breakdown,
of substances, nutrients, eat up the chow!
Blood is classified in 200 groups,
you inherit whichever your parents gave you.
The most common kinds are "A" "B" and "O",
Some have "A" or "B", and some people have both.
It's important to know, should you need more blood,
a bad combination will make it clot up.
Blood brings to life almost every creature,
-we could not be without, those...5...liters.
Conceived by negative compounds
I came to existence,
Covered in an attractive outfit
An attraction too many
My sisters’ crystal clear
Cold and useful
Could be found at the poles
to regulates the earth’s temperature
My looks a reflection of my
Composition
Gases of all nature, bad bad bad
Negative to plants and animals
Yes I am pink in color
Attractive to the short sighted
Esthetic to the beauticians
Yes I am pink and cold
I bring a negative message watch out
I should be white not pink.
I stand tall
in this belief
patience and understanding
faith in hope
with loves purity
with a manliness
judgement impaired
struggling within desire
passion and courage
a fortitude
in the perfection
of something
so beautiful
Without tolerance
poor justice served
in love controlling
thoughts within emotions
forgiveness and mercy
hold all keys
I am a god fearing man
feelings tore
to pieces
Without mercy
only one wisdom
is the supreme judge
of all that I am
having faith
in courage
light of hope
shines her beacon
with love
Restricted in
deep senses
cast into darkness
hurting deeply
Hell's fire burns
inside the heart
I donated it
as a gift
of beauty everlasting
freely to you
Charity a moral virtue
in subject matter
how dare anyone
judge my feelings
on this severe pain
as I fight bravely
in the light
of love
never giving up
Reaching out
of this soul
deeming myself worthy
regulates this man
in regards to honours
the spiritual union
of love
the commitment
in God's light
in spite
of difficulties
What is
morally right
justice in happiness
a knowledge
of natural light within
one reason
we trust divinely
it attains life
in everlasting clarity
we find our peace
just want to start off by saying, we all know the dangers of drugs and alcohol, there is this one substance though, just one that you have to be 18 or older to buy. I am talking about “The Cancer Stick” better known as cigarettes. Most of the older people in my family and others also smoke cigarettes like its nothing at all, I never realized it caused cancer until older years, but when I found out it was too late, many of my family members developed lung cancer including my close grandmother. That woman would smoke a pack of cigarettes in the snap of a finger, but the thing is she has been doing it for over 20years I would assume. The day I found out she was dying of the disease I was not surprised, but yet she is my grandmother so I felt great sorrow. When she passed it shook my soul, but we know we must move on. The thing that boggles my mind is that the government regulates these substances knowing the dangers, and what do you get a large number of statistics on the deaths of those related to legal drugs, ex: alcohol, prescription drugs, cigarettes etc. But if it makes profit distribute it right? The death of my grandmother along with the death of my great aunt both due to that cancer stick, has changed my mindset drastically on the way things are set up in our system, I wish I was able to talk to my grandmother and aunt one last time, one last time to tell them to put that killer down and resist that mentality, but I couldn’t, why? Because they are addicts, it would take strong support, but see we didn’t have good family support. So unfortunately helping my grandmother mentally was a fail.
What is this word…?
The word like a hummer that breaks every yolk
The word like glue that seals blessings like a padlock
The word that created heavens and earth when He spoke
The word that conceals believers from their enemies like a cloak
The word like a double edged sword that pierces
Slaying darkness and its forces
The word that regulates behaviour and reinforces
Though some trust in chariots and some in horses
The word is the birth of all sources…of power
It’s sweeter than honey
Nourishing souls like nutrients of a chutney
Giving hearts smiles like there is something funny
So important for life like a kidney
This word was there from the beginning
It was there with God shining
And this word is God himself brightening
KARMIC ARREST
Relentless force; abiding ripper of time
Ceasing moments to effect its consequences
The time keeper that over-regulates time; no mistakes
Spoken of about its witnessed and un-witnessed unspoken acts
After the rain come sunshine; mystified cause and effect
What you sow, so shall you reap.
What goes around comes around
Threatening phrase of karma; zigzagged warning
All these I saw, heard, and witnessed overtime
Still, none of it could change my unflinching iniquitous act
Conscious that it will happen; just a matter of when?
Eventually, it happened at time most suitable for karma.
It happened as it has always been happening
In moments when I have forgotten about my un-forgiven sins
As the ocean current kept my pirated ship sailing
Sailing to an unknown destination that only fate knows
In that moment when I ignored all other obstacles of the ocean
Little did I know that an ice lies in front just as fate has planned
In split seconds it happened; karmic arrest...
Lordvip