Best Representation Poems
Over x steps we will plot
after y steps up to site.
This is the way we create a body.
This is the beginning and this is end.
One spot along outer curve after spot.
Over time we create form.
After time we create line.
This is learned by measured formula.
This is practiced by sending number sets.
One set pairs after another set more.
Over experience cone,
over our learning of bell,
this formula drives known ideal form.
This complexity makes simplified art.
One art connected to others in web.
Over our creation art,
over web to all connects,
this numeric nature brought to new life.
This mental game in time represents us.
One ciphers. One plots. One imagines.
Timeless steps time and again.
Animates our life and time.
10/13/2018
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet
The Choice is Ours
And so here we are on the brink of d-day
This week we will know how our future will sway
The duffer, the bluffer, the candidates with the muffler
Which one of these candidates will we have to suffer
If you voted for friendship go jump in the sea
If you voted for abstract plans you're dumber than they
If you voted for empty promises then that should be fine
Because sooner or later the they will resign
Democracy demands we give them a chance
But this time I think we should join in the dance
Coz whoever they are, the students at the helm
The Gambia College still belongs to us, not only to them
We gave them their seats, the nineteenth you know
We voted them to power between me and you
But whether they prove to be wise candidates or fools
This college is ours so let's play by the rules
Let's not break the law, can we please stand in line
Let's not pull those strings to avoid paying IEC fine
Let's finally get that a red light means stop
Let's not stoop to bribing the poor students cop
Let's be part of the reason our Gambia College is great
Let's be good students before it's too late
Let's serve our great College without hesitation
Let's all work together to build a strong unification
Enough of the trolling, the barbs and the fights
Now let's stick together, stand up for our rights
They might have the seats, the nineteenth we still know
But the College belongs to me and to you
And we're a thousand students, a thousand and plus
At the end of the day, the choice is ours
Until then, make no mistakes
They
Provocatively present;
Frame; focus; capture
Eyes hoodwink, smiles beguile
Us
internally I
minute amidst such dark depths
eternally be
.
The stories you have heard, sharing a bond between souls and companions.
The dances you have danced, lighting a friendship with every celebration.
The songs you have sung, harmonizing a spirit inside this wondrous land.
You the ash wood, the catlinite, you the porcupine quills and feathers.
You are the one who betoken the wolves, the lizards, and the black bears.
The smoke flows through your stem to my lungs as the wind flows through your feathers. You the ash wood, the porcupine quills and feathers, which elucidate the wolf.
You allow us partake in rituals, which reinforce our beliefs.
You remind me of the hardships I have gone through, the fight, the struggles.
You emphasize the joy and memories we have had together.
Take me to the content waves on lakes and the moon shining upon them.
Ease my pain, relieve me from my destitution, let me dispatch my ache.
Your smoke fills my lungs as I breathe in deeply, then to relax once more
Releasing the translucent swirls to soar in the midst of the starry atmosphere.
promised freedoms betrayed -
poverty frolics amid laws….
changing….
Senryu per contest instructions…no capitilzation, commas, or periods
© September 18, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
the contemporary
interpreted
deconstructed
at
first glance
atop
simplicity
within&
immersive
uprooted
changed drastically
avant garde
with
a personal edge
All efforts tabled on Nigeria;
Experiencing a fortunate miscarriage,
Feasting Aso rock- a pizzeria
But never admit it is the cause of this age.
Upon the solid manifesto,
That touches all sectors:
Picturing California's Barstow,
To cajole mandates of the electors.
Finally, all promises are working...
Nigerians are glad to vote SAI BABA.
How beautiful things are shirking!
Yet, we never cease referencing YORUBA's BONOBO.
Now, pebbles tear apart the wall to a lowland.
No sands dare last all days.
Though, the wall can not withstand
The test of time come the apartness of clays.
The crevices in the wall:
Is an awaiting lost of hope;
One day, the wall will surely fall.
Just like acrobats won't last all days on tightrope.
The time is no longer right;
The poor and his rights are wrong,
For there's no one to stand by him.
Those beautiful hearts; pure and young
Have been battered and their loves' lights dim.
Buhari's reign is like what?
Revelation said it well in his whatnot
And if that be the truth,
Should we believe, lazy are all youths?
Why do we fear actions and love words?
If we never mind, our hens can fly like birds
But we keep living in reliving,
The leadership orbiting the Africa GIANT's sun outliving...
The societies expectations--
A reason millions are invested in educations.
When shall we be tired?
To relieve those supposed to have retired.
Just like the withered leaves bring
Blessings unto tree to renew its strength.
The odd flowers introduce the spring
And relinquished fortitude to breath.
The detached withered leaves
That have been laid to rest,
Can never regain life's airfoil
Than enrich the top soil.
What are meant for backups,
Ended up been the beautiful ups.
One thing unsure is the extent of our grieves,
All are mere satisfying best.
Of course, sun shall rise and shines bright on the green lushes,
Blessing nature with its radiant nutritional solar energy.
As the aiding glimmer blushes,
It shall promote unbelievable synergy.
But if nights tarry for long,
Mornings shall come with the healing birdsong...
Youths, light the nights;
Cohorts, best their rest.
streams of thought continue to flow
as ideas endure archaic mindsets
forced silence speaks through the pen
the written word will rise to the occasion
and a Whip-poor-will chant its name endlessly
in enthusiastic appreciation from dusk to dawn
I saw a man blathering on,
a professor with PhD,
who called himself ‘anti-racist,’
which seemed rather bizarre to me
since he kept saying that we must
see ourselves in culture at large,
singers, actors, must be the same race,
otherwise it would leave deep scars.
Needless to say I was alarmed,
for I had seen many a film
with Denzel Washington up front
ensuring that bad guys were killed.
Will Smith and Sidney Poitier,
Eddy Murphy, back in my youth,
I had been cheering for them all,
but this professor told me the truth,
that I cannot identify
with an actor who’s skin is dark,
since I myself lack such pigment,
I couldn’t see myself in their parts.
Now I know I can only feel
for people whose melanin lacks,
I mean when has a professor
ever been known to spew crap?
Worse still I liked Sammy Davis,
or liked him, I think I should stay,
since I can’t see myself in singers
whose looks go in a different way.
Even worse I saw a black teen
watching Sinatra on Youtube,
reacting with amazement at
the way the man carried a tune.
How internalized is the self-hate
in that unfortunate young man?
To identify with Sinatra…
he must be well and truly damned.
Since professors who look like him
have said it again and again,
our singers must reflect ourselves,
otherwise how can we like them?
I know I cannot help that kid,
but the one thing I did was this,
I went through all my MP3s,
deleted all non-pale artists.
How could I appreciate them?
Much better they all go to scrap,
academia can’t be wrong,
they wouldn’t just put out dumb crap...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Taxation, taxation
Where's the representation
Funds are culled, pooled, and drained
Promises abandoned
By the figures in office, on paper
Doing thing people elected
But never considered or voted
Let's form our own colony
Regulate or own affairs
Simply as responsible humans
No need for watchdog lair
Our interests are not monied
But to perpetuate quality
Reorganize the state
Until it serves our fate
my Bella we we et et Liberty and happiness in America
amorous from America, My Bella we we are well, very
upset about the election and War, in Iraq and feel some
thing are well taxsation without representation, and
wonder if the vote if it doesn't count, the Lady in New
York that stands in the rivers of New York is well
divine, my bella la la la we we some one comes
her a hoe in paradise and well if we even found
them, it well it won't be lady like. I think the bell
crack again, well and Washington is by the
cherry tree and he won't let anyone wear a
crown, we I can't lie its a well, mess in America
she well always be a Lady to me, I really don't
care what anyone say. May 2007 Diane Henning
REPRESENTATION of REALITY
facing
heightened awareness
patterns
embellished
in
opulent possessions
& sumptuous attire
with
no constraints
a contemporary
accessory
in a draped
costume
tronie like
in faithful reflections
manipulated &explicit
depicted
impressively
engraved
merging
personality
in a monumental
significance
of
mature
manners
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Trust is something that is
Non tangible
Loyalty is something that is
Accumulated
Be careful who you associate yourself with
What am I talking about?
The core ingredients of
A relationship
Admitting it,
Integrity is something that represents
You
Principles is something that analyzes
Yourself
Be careful on how you learn from your mistakes
What am I talking about?
The factors of building
Oneself
Digesting it,
Love is something that is
Felt
Friendship is something that is
Worked on
Be careful on who you let in
What am I talking about?
The foundation of
Togetherness
Acknowledging it
I keep hearing them say it
in the media these days,
we need representation,
it’s the only thing they say!
Now if they say it that much
they must be quite serious,
so I looked on into it,
and ended up quite non-plussed.
’Cause based on demographics
it seems to me rather plain
that if we’re to make progress
then we’ll have to make a change.
You see I’ve noticed on screen
a third of people look black,
and for the longest time I
thought nothing was wrong with that.
But then I say the census
and I was rather amazed
that blacks were thirteen percent
of this country’s modern day,
which means there are too many
getting jobs in Hollywood,
overrepresentation
I assume is not that good.
what people have lost their shot
of being portrayed in film
because of miscalculation,
how many folks never will?
So if we are to be fair,
represent folks properly,
start firing black actors,
or you hate diversity!
But even more worrisome,
and even more out of whack,
are the percentages of gay
characters that people act.
The way our TV shows it
one-fifth of the people are gay,
but according to surveys
only three percent feel that way!
Which means what’s on the TV
does not represent real life,
and if we cannot see ourselves
how can we develop right?
To balance out the numbers
means drastic measures, I fear,
to correct representation
means less stories about ‘*****.’
But that’s not the start of it,
look at the folks some call ‘trans,’
cause celebre in Hollywood,
are they woman, are they man?
See so many in movies,
but if we’re to represent
then I will have to point out
they’re.02 percent.
Once again they’re too many,
and something has to be done,
since being represented
is vital to everyone!
To cast so many trans folk
can really do lots of harm,
you’re underrepresenting
all of the people who aren’t!
Unless, of course, these crusades
are only a load of bull,
nothing more than a charade,
a chance to virtue signal,
so shallow people feel special
without having to do work,
a chance to puff themselves up,
look down on others as jerks.
There’s nothing people like more
then feeling they’re somehow great,
and if the truth impedes that
then reality becomes ‘hate.’
I suppose we could go back
to hiring on merit,
but they’re not gonna do that…
someone might call them ’bigot.’