Best Specialize Poems
Our granddaughter loves cupcakes.
Someday, she wants to run a cupcake business.
Someday, she wants to be a beautician.
Someday, she wants to specialize in makeup.
Someday, she wants to be a singer.
Someday, she wants to be a songwriter.
Someday, she wants to go to college.
I’m voting for number one
and number seven.
I love cupcakes.
If she goes to college,
her cupcake business might succeed.
You go, girl!
The beauty of a honey bee hive
Miss queen how do you keep
These workers in order
Everything has to come together
In preparation of this honey to thrive
A constant temperature to keep
On hot days you say some of you all have to get out
While on cold days they come together
In One harmony and Accord flapping wings
To bring warmth and comfort
Some specialize in sealing out the cracks
So moisture does not destroy
While others make a insulation
Many fly around seeking tasteful flowers
So many jobs of these bees but they
All come together in knowing their part
To think of all the workers that worked
To not see the reward of this honey
But they knew this was for the true honey
That would give life unto many generations to come
Now ,the Ones after this Has been completed
Have been given access to taste this honey
And say this honey is good
Why, are so many still trying to make their own
For the word of God is true honey
Made Complete by the inheritance
Of the promised Spirit to reign within
If others were aware, Oh shame
Hint nothing!
The heart is in the hand of a hacker.
Dare not share.
Fear retrobution, repremand
forlorn.
Act as one fortuitous.
Oh deception!
Specialize the fraudulence.
The exclusive confidence, a ruse.
To excoriate this being would serve well.
For it may never never tell.
Race to occupation!
Run to duties call!
Pray the tounge slips not.
Fear that many fall.
Oh books, they serve not.
As time does better still!
Experience a teacher, will tell, may tell, of others will.
Guide the heart.
Your hand be true, and kindness give with thought.
Not all are as you.
To do as some they ought.
But mines are mixed and not so well.
They feel as you may owe.
Are they sad, corrupt, or angry?
To take their silent stabs so slightly,
as they trample all over.
All is quiet now.
Silence of the dammed we think.
As drying blood stinks.
So is this way.
My teeth number thirty-two.
I use some to bite. I use some to chew.
In this way, I specialize.
Don't get me started on my nose and eyes.
Oh dear, this small talk's going south.
How many teeth are in your mouth?
"Conceive true deception multiplied a million fold
visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense
that we get em confused
the resident evil specialize in misconstruing
We wanna be at a presidential level -- what are we doing?
foolin' ourself, clownin ourself, playin ourself
by not bein ourself
We can`t babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can`t get our meat
while we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
look at the picture that`s painted
tainted as the mind who`s blinded to the point
where Sodomites get all the rights
we fall for fights with fisticuffs
get pissed enough to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations
and recognize this mind on the reality of horror
known as mankind
Jesus and his twelve disciples make thirteen
A righteous number of righteous men
even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
the Devil says the end is the beginning
they teach that we were the product of incest
Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics
stand with us and don`t look back upon it
just face this mind state
Otherwise Babylon..."
~this is to get Ruben Bailey's WuRdz to a new audience. a true STREET POET, Soothsayer
They shouldn’t need to make caskets only four feet long
Pediatricians shouldn’t have to specialize in oncology
Scarves shouldn’t be worn by ten year old girls
To protect their bald heads as caused by radiology
Little arms shouldn’t bare puncture marks from IV needles
Fifth grade homework shouldn’t be delivered to hospital beds
Last rites shouldn’t be given before her confirmation dress is worn
Parents shouldn’t be praying that they were the ones dying instead
She is too innocent to fear her impending death
She is too young to regret having never fallen in love
Watching your child suffer through this torment and pain
It is easy to lose faith in a merciful God up above
Get well cards shouldn’t have Hello Kitty on front
A last wish shouldn’t be for a Happy Meal
When they remove her lifeless body from this hospital room
They shouldn’t need to prepare it for another sick boy or girl
They shouldn’t need to make caskets only four feet long
Easily carried by just two men
Funeral parlors shouldn’t be crowded with the grade school staff
And a roomful of crying children
For the "One Silver Tear Free Poetry Contest". Written and posted on 7/23/2012.
If love was an -ism,
we'd all believe it,
like some perfect idea.
a philosophical epitome
If love was an -ology,
we'd all specialize in it,
like a doctor.
study its anatomy.
If love was an -ist,
we'd all try and be it,
like a poet.
write its anomalies.
If love was an -ish,
we'd all try to feel it,
like a mood ring.
measure its degrees
If love was an -ing,
we'd all be doing it,
like some movement.
a new revolution
If love was a suffix,
it would be confined,
to merely three letters at
the end of a word.
If love was human we wouldn't
recognize him, like he was foreign,
as if he were a martian.
If love was alive it would be exclusively
shared by those who are living.
If love was dead, than we would have
no reason to live.
If love was reason, then all of our
frontal lobes would be married.
If love was the ocean it would be fathomed.
If love was a mountain it could be climbed.
If love is just a feeling we'd all get over it.
If love is a dream then we are still sleeping.
If love is just a phase then how come I'm not over it?
Love is divine, and Love is an endless longing of the soul
for its maker, and can only be satisfied by the ageless creator.
Emperor
Happy news came from royal imperial agents of his majesty
Printed on provincial paper of the day
The emperor will visit the village within the week
For the golden chrysanthemum event
To bless the cattle and the rice and eat a couple figs
Bad news came back the next day from palace guards
The emperor has other engagements to the north
But promises to return and keep his word
Sadder news came on the following day from imperial officials
The emperor would be going even further north
And hundreds of miles to the west, deep into borderlands
He will return when all wars come to an end
Our humble villagers can only wait
No one has ever seen the emperor to date
Not even his guards or family are sure if he is there
One of the palace guards assured us of the facts
While walking in the royal court
He is sure he saw the Imperial shadow clear as day
It is the emperor’s true shadow for certain
Being held there by the radiant sun
No one ever questioned this event
It would be bad luck
Though the dark spot on the wall evaporated in a fleeting second
Yet deemed official business by the royal court
As something to remember or forget, you have your choice
Villagers learned real soon, worse news, from rumor mongers
Stories started to fly, by those who specialize in lies
Perhaps the Emperor expired, fighting in the hills up north or west
This information disturbed, confused, perplexed
Yet the simple country folk did not care about these matters
The truth for them is this
No one has ever seen the man
Perhaps his shadow knows
But it moved on
Another Emperor will spring up some time
In someone’s mind
Royalty is just another toy
To fill the void
In subjects imagination
Artistic drought.
I parked outside the doctors
and slowly went inside
the only thing that hurt me
was deep inside, my pride.
The lady took my details
I had alot to tell,
the waiting room was busy
full of people sick, unwell.
I sat on Mr hard chair
it stabbed my soft behind
I glanced up at the ceiling
prayed the doctor to be kind.
At last and I was taken,
shown through a big oak door,
"sit down my friend and tell me
which part of you is sore."
"Oh Doctor you can help me
of that there is no doubt."
"What seems to be the trouble?"
"I have Artistic Drought."
"My God you silly fool
you completly waste my time,
do you know how much I earn
by each hour that is chimned!"
"You sit in here and tell me
your poetry has dried up!"
"Well there"s the door you fool
and never mind the buts!"
"I specialize in medicine
yes that"s my only goal,
I don"t deal so much in poetry
or matters of the soul."
"You need to see a specialist
someone with more decorum,
I know the very people
just try a poetry forum."
"They help you once and allways
of that there is no doubt,
they hand out good advice
to help Artistic Drought."
and so I set off happy
relaxed and not a frown
artistic juices flowing.....
and you know
I think I"ll write this down.
Tex Wasabi
Tex Wasabi here.
Specialize… cowboy haiku
My hoss Mount Fuji.
I see you here from
Time to time; no disappoint.
Prease rasso your joy.
There's a legion of doc-ologists to keep us on our feet.
A glance in the telephone book reveals a list complete!
Seems there's an "ologist" to care for us from head to wiggly toes,
Prodding, poking and dosing to ease our miserable woes!
Praise the Lord for geront-ologists who care for folks my age,
To ease our minds, hold our hands ushering us t'ward dotage!
Then there are the psych-ologists who meddle in our head.
The practice of the proct-ologists is better left unsaid!
The dermat-ologists who cleansed our faces of acne as a teen,
Now hassle us about slathering ourselves with sunscreen!
I'll never understand how anesthesi-ologists operate off hand,
But I know their potions ease the pain as we relax in la-la-land!
Gynec-ologists specialize in treating ladies' singular ills,
Including that vexatious time marked by hot flashes and icy chills!
Cardi-ologists are vital for keeping us alive and kicking,
Checking aortas and such to ensure our hearts keep ticking!
I'll coin the term "the-ologists" who deal with our languid souls,
Directing our thoughts upward beyond mere earthly goals!
Radi-ologists, ur-ologists, "other-ologists", I could go on ad infinitum.
Lastly, there are cosmet-ologists to pretty us up when we succumb!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
1/16/21
As of recent times
Another one-sided agreement signed
I'm trying to leave the impact of a meteorite
Very little peace of mind
Haven't found, what I seek to find
Struggling to sleep at night
I do not need advice
I'm a decent guy
It doesn't matter if anybody else does, as long as I believe in I
We just can't always see eye to eye
Not thinking outside the box, then you will be confined
If you never mean to try
Quickly you will fall behind
Not everything is good
Nothing withstood
The test of time
Another one out the door, and another next in line
In a world full of pesticides
Humans still committing genocides
It was emphasized
Or just swept aside
Felt like I made tremendous strides
In nearly every area, I started to specialize
Then I began to feel dead inside
It's been a pathetic plight
And an epic fight
During a hectic life
Close and far from Septic pipes
Can't handle the truth, they always want to edit my
Content, don't want to let it fly
I did it wrong, but said it right
There really is an end in sight
Which is why, it's so important to always try your best in life
"Yes expresses my love to God Who first loved me and is always loving me.” By the Poet
YES affirms my devotion to the Almighty
since He fully knows my being’s verity
in response to His query, needing honesty:
“Do you love me with sincerity?”
YES asserts my obedience of certainty
toward service midst my infirmity
for the Lord’s call along His sovereignty:
“Follow me as Your Shepherd along paths of serenity.”
YES allows my heart to express the veracity
of my trust and belief to the omnipotent Deity
Who assures me life everlasting of salvation-security:
“I am the Way against existence-futility.”
YES acknowledges my human nature’s inability
yet enables me to depend on the Creator’s powerful tenacity
while strengthened by His Word, marked by immutability:
“Without Me, you can do nothing, for I specialize in impossibility.”
YES aligns me toward functional spirituality
in my worship to thank and praise the Saviour for His bounty
declaring to Him my faithfulness and loyalty:
“Thine is the greatness and victory* throughout eternity!
*1Chronicles 29:11 - Thine, O LORD, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O LORD, and thou art exalted as head above all.
Dramatic Monologue in Monorhyme
May 6, 2023
1st place, "Writing Challenge - 'Y 'Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/10/2023
I am me
This I life
The one bit of it that I aptly perceive is –
Life isn’t free
Life is the most invaluable thing
Providence, intelligent as it is
Mustn’t be prone to waste its resources
Each living thing a capital to a definite end
Each and everything is alive
Ask the scientist of the day and they’ll agree
It thus befits that everything exists for a specific interest
Specialization is key if we are to fully live
There’s exquisite order in every aspect of life
The solar system tells of an infinite intelligence
The social life with all its rulers and orders
Tells of the existence of a more superior, infinite rulers and orders
A spoon is almost like a fork
…but definitely different from it
A fork may attempt to do what a spoon does
But never as efficiently
We are what we are
Each in his and her diverse respect
Focus only on the deeds you best can
Let me specialize on being the best I can
…and let’s leave the rest
From the elephants to the ants
Each as important to the benefit of Mother Earth
Life has us all, with intention to co-exist
Lets all live actively, for Mother Nature’s benefit
He's rolling along the blacktop,
Rolling past Flora's crop,
Like a disinterested wind,
A Zephyr without a clue...
He doesn't stop to take notice,
It's just one foot before the next,
Placing his worn out size twelve
Atop a sweet daisy...
His touch is rough, and,
Better fit the for handling the
Painstaking labors of life
Than cultivating flowers in the garden,
Some men take pleasure in plucking lilies!
They are the farm hands who reap your fields!
Other men specialize in sowing seeds,
They are those who recognize the flowers' needs...
He's not so handsome as Narcissus,
But knows well, how to piss a goddess off!
He laid to waste and wilt many flowers
And soon gained the title of 'invasive weed'!
He has no place in the garden,
No knowledge of the flowers' anatomy,
His touch is too rough to the pedal
He can't keep his hand off the pistil
Pluck the weed
That cannot heed
The need of a flowering seed
Out of my garden she decreed