Best Sphere Of Influence Poems
Come on artists
lets play a game
its all different to me and i want you to see how i am different
and let me shine as you sign up another way
as i prove to you my leadership of this new age wave
cards cards
give them new meanings
like you never knew you could
and lets make the psychics pine through our words to figure out
what they are reading and believing
I wanna see your hearts and spades
dressed in tall grass or lemonaide
i wanna see your cups and wands
inbetween whispering winds and songs lead me there
i know you can come on
come on
come on be strong
like a suit of clubs or diamonds
show me something
and then sprinkle your writings
and we'll make collectors out of all those we invite here
as they read and ponder the meanings of our literature
whats in your hand?
a royal flush a pair?
and as we deal the cards they stumble upon at this endless game
of cribbage or poker
or tarock
or war who is winning and getting points?
what card means what to who and why
tell me artist as you write with your style on low and high
what makes what suit smile and fade shine and slide?
inside outside sphere of influence
be their collective the object of the psychics to crave?
blind leading the blind
and something they are after for days and days
a few cards your favorite cards play smart or dumb
shuffle the cards pick a game deal a hand
reveal what your playing and one day i'll tell you what we're playing what your
cards mean
if nothing
to someone one day when the stumble your way
the mystery of nothing speaks something
and we rebuild the puzzle of cartomancy better and better this way
just inspire
once you know you can't
blind leadin gthe blind
so after you read this you can't
play along your uninvited
strike it off your list of things to do
round one is over now go find all who wrote
all who write all who have wriitten the masterpieces
of cards and see what they mean today and collect them for that is something no
one else can do
until round two....
It is crop time in Beantown.
The people of the City have the seeds to plant.
Their best harvest is the orange that is yellow.
Jake Castle is a great farmer.
His wife, Nefreda Maria, is one of the conservators.
Their yellow orange yields a greater harvest.
The children of Beantown are full of excitement.
They are the ones that florae.
This year is hyperactive because six years have passed.
The yellow orange is now in vegetation.
Once picked, the seeds are replanted
making the next garnering even more fulfilling.
This year Jake has a plan.
He will visit Giant’s land to plant the yellow orange to grow afar.
He desires the experience of a different crop.
He knows the rich soil of Giantvillism will bring forth a larger fruitage.
This is an ultimate gain to a more endowed yield.
Therein, the next six years will culminate in both places.
Once the harvesting was completed in Beantown,
Jake journeys to Giant’s sphere of influence.
His bag of seeds was his gift to the Land of the Big People.
Giant of the Big People embrace Jake
while Maddy shouted “A hearty hello to Jake.”
Tomorrow they will scatter the seeds of the yellow orange.
Six years later…
Beantown sings as the yellow orange gleams
in the photosynthesis of the sun.
Every family harvested their fruit and
people from other realms travel to purchase the fruition.
Beantown economy flourishes.
In Giantvillism, Giant harvest was grandiose.
The yellow orange fruition was up to
twice the size of Beantown’s fruitage.
Jake and Nefreda along with their three children journeyed afar
bringing back seeds of Giant’s yellow orange to grow in Beantown.
The next six years will make all very proud.
But for now, Beantown wealth is the show stopper.
All over talks about how those people of little means
henceforth a world of meaning.
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Penned on December 30, 2014!
Millions and millions with one stone gone.
Killed by their own wrongs
From negating a path strong.
But oh, a picture perfect life shown
With three children in the form.
Altered destiny to hinder success seen.
Today, their fate is perceived. to be a ruminated future confound from all their deceits.
One stone with millions and millions of lives wrought into a mental mirage.
A figurative arrangement disarranged for other’s illegal espionage.
Fabrications documented as a true act found life attacked.
Victimization attracted by hate fashioned the image repudiated.
But oh, a path strong formed.
The life negated held on.
Today, a just soul.
Augmentation of knowledge and wisdom transformed the home front.
A sphere of influence henceforth.
An entity of a government provided the acumen.
But oh, a picture perfect life was empowered by the mendacities told.
A sage is in transition to manifest reform.
These days’ spuriousness is ameliorated by yesterday’s social injustices.
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Written December 24, 2015!
Nature Strives to be beautiful
Morphing myriad, earthly hues
from macrocosmic frippery.
Her perfumed zephyrean breaths
Intoxicate the atmosphere
Stirring those that breathe to wildness
That only her tempestuous
Violence ultimately tames;
Yet her yin can be most tranquil
As not to ruffle a fledglings
Feathers or ripple mountain tarns.
She favors none of her children
within her sphere of influence
sustaining only the strongest.
DIAMOND DUST DEVIL
1169 Dominion...
A dark world lives beyond Orion.
This world is within an alien moon.
On its stable ground, stands a murder of mentality and childhood.
As babies are born, the mammoth scions brain from the dead.
The child life has been prepared.
The countryside is where he reclines.
He sits in his study analyzing his crimes.
He states to himself, deep in thought, “I am creating a world of great power.
My ancestors did not do this way. They only developed a twisted mentality.
Today, I cultivate identities.”
He is a tall and handsome man.
He is well spoken.
As a barrister, he is at the top of his game.
He walks with the same
who do not know they are creations of his sentiment.
His name is Emartra Van Doyle.
He is the “descendant of Dubhghall.”
Anglicization of the Irish
His disambiguation was superlative.
He is the origin of the Vikings.
His days in the world are yet to end.
There has been much darkness to manifest from him.
His balls were costume dramatic.
He lived in phantasm.
Hiberno-Normans balled with him.
The dark and epicaricacy history of Ireland is where Emartra Van Doyle thrives.
Well written via the imagination and deep in the mind, is a sphere of influence,
which cultivates perilous times.
A reverie aspirated.
Cross my heart and hope to die, if I am telling a lie.
S[k]at!
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Sponsor: SKAT A
Contest Name: Diamond Dust Devil
The sphere of influence influenced me spherically
With no core
Left brained hemisphere confused
Like right handed athlete
Co-ordination on my medulla-oblongata
Peripheral nervous system shuttered down
As cranial nerves refused to send impulses
Failure to interpretation on my cerebrum
Lead to my confusion.
Response
Let's have a word from THE RISING SUN:
I rose this morning and spoke hope to the solar system,
reassuring everyone concerned of a stabilizing experience;
and advising citizens all, in my sphere of influence, to take
one day at a time. Moreover, allow me to simply say that
I will dutifully fulfill my daily assignment and take my leave.
I learned from my humble beginning that I cannot control the clouds
nor dictate to the winds that are also on assignment. Come what may,
we only have a say in what our assignment is today. I must go now,
lest I overstay and take away precious time from the setting sun.
Now a word from THE SETTING SUN:
It's been a long day. Some clouds came and threw shadows in the pathway.
My rays knew that the winds would come along and push the clouds along.
So, they kept their steady glow even though not everyone saw them glowing.
I'm learning to be gentler and not force my fiery ways. I try not to stress
and look forward to the end of my day when I will take my rest. I also realize that none of us are perfect, because the entire universe has been ill-affected by the sins of Adam and Eve. But I anticipate the day when we all shall be perfected.
Finally, a word from THE MOON:
I'm ok with being the last on this program of Space and Time.
I don't feel any less than Sunrise or Sunset; honestly, I don't.
I am just one of many brights of the night to help keep the light.
Moreover, the world is infatuated with my variant and beautiful shapes.
I am surrounded by many stars of wonder with such stunning sights.
I must admit that one is hard-pressed to find anything more glorious
than Sunrise or Sunset. Nevertheless, I have always been taught to
believe and realize that my purpose in the night sky is just as
meaningful as Sun, clouds, winds, and every speck of particle
in God's vast domain and awesome universe.
A curse upon the gods to break
How to become an enlightened player 101
something to study and pick apart
A royal Joke of political actors
surrounding one fool
teaching spies
and politicians
how to make global friends
and preachers how to preach
(ever been to the insane asylum?)
The protest against innocence
sold short to drugs and insanity
guns and wars of **** psychology
New age Nuns
Psychobabble witchcraft chant
Haunting the drug lords
as he leads the sphere of influence
to salvation
Diffing to the devil
musical conspiracy solved
Dreams of Jesus
and a masterpiece of the gods
(come on HollyWood!!!
Do It!
Show me!
Tell me!
what's the perfect life?)
The mental patient who isn't crazy
but a metaphor
with a political king's court nightmare
philosophizing psychology
like an originator of thought
keeping no diary
as everyone around him does it for him
do the pieces fit?
protesting drugs and guns?
did anyone get it?
did anyone notice me?
did anyone hear the message?
have i been received?
am i the perfect life?
I overinvested again...
The story of my life
Or so it seems
Overinvested
I've overinvested
In my dreams….
Thinking I’d reach the stars
When I can’t break through
The atmosphere of my world
In my friends….
Thinking that they ARE my world
When they are sometimes just islands
Inaccessible to me
In my wisdom….
Thinking I can discern all truth
When I can’t even fathom,
the simple workings
of my own mind
In worthy causes...
Thinking I can save the world
Make a difference
When I need someone
To save the endangered species
Of ME
In love…
I've overinvested in love
Thinking the dividends will pay off
But I’m overdrawn…overdrawn
Unable to cover the costs of loving
When not enough deposits are made
In my personal love account
I've overinvested in my words...
Thinking that with them
I can change perceptions, thoughts, feelings
When I can’t even change
the thought patters and emotional grooves
of those in my sphere of influence
With the little things I write
I've overinvested in people's words...
Thinking they are specially crafted for me
Each one embued with magic and charm
When they are mass produced
In the same factory
Said to others
With the same intensity
I’ve overinvested….In everyone...in everything
But me….
Poor little me...
From me I've withheld
Time
Love
Compassion
I've not invested in ME
The only one I have to live with
Every minute, every hour, of everyday
From now till eternity…
Yes…YES…It’s time to invest in ME!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
KINGDOMS OF POWER
man - with his little sphere of influence,
claims mighty power, in his smallish hands.
mini empires, like stars from the universe,
like microscopic atoms - they march on -
stomping, squeezing, squashing, squelching - mere men.
they think, it will shut them up, dismember time.
movies hail them with majestic symphony,
shuffling through narrow streets – clanging harsh.
~~
on quiet mule, (a little braying – perhaps),
a humble man, a meek child bride – travel.
heaven’s spotlight upon them - star of Bethlehem!
angels gaze, wisemen seek, shepherds shake,
as a virgin gives birth to a unique boy
one that, if he chose, could play with this earth.
this infant king is bigger than life itself,
“Adam’s breath” received from His own spirit.
while little men sleep, in castles of gold,
the sinless Savior lies in a manger.
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the puppeteer pulls the strings, supposing
he’s in control - chops wood, prepares nails -
draws blood, sweat and tears. on stage, all appears
lost. hope is buried. a huge stone is rolled,
blocking entrance to the holy of holies.
but wouldn’t you know, God can tear it in two!
innocent blood was spilled on this spoiled earth
claiming it back, redeeming us, and pow…
the power and majesty of the living God
shows up, shows off. Light raises the dawn.
~~
once again, He is quiet, biding His time
giving kingdoms a chance to change their minds.
to arrive at this conclusion – you must be saved -
lest you die, an eternal death! not wanting
anyone to perish, He holds back his sword.
if our tongues would do the same, and believe,
confess, instead of curse, just believe, and
be saved, because His majesty WILL BE praised.
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
Derived simple comfort, throughout childhood, even now,
From the one syllable sound, called out by my mother.
Cynebeald in the most formal tongue of old. A lifetime of
Meaning, paved as my feet undulate toward the unknown.
Kin, I surely hold, so close and dear – an abundance of God’s blessing.
Bold vitality ensures I walk in symphonic shoes, embracing
Brave attitudes, whether or not I become an able-bodied leader.
King of my adventure, Queen in my sphere of influence, thus named.
Kim Rodrigues (c) 2017
3rd Place
Multiple Placements
What's In A Name contest
Sponsor: Silent One
1/17/2017
GLEO and the WOMAN
Rommel E. Gabitan
The Giant has awaken from his sleep
As the Lion roared furiously
The Eagle fluttered his metal wings
As the Ox finally bared his fangs
The Woman trembled with fear
As the Lion roared mercilessly
She lost her freshness and innocence
After Three Centuries of Captivity
The breath of death filled her lungs
With poison from tobacco, opium and wine
The Eagle saw her restless state
He rescued the Woman with pride
The Eagle then, made a truce with the Lion
The Treaty of Paris, a pact they had made
The Lion handed the Woman to the Eagle
Without her knowledge and consent
The Eagle took her to the skies
With the promise of education prosperity and freedom
The Eagle exploited the Woman’s trust
He sprinkled his wastes over the Woman
One day the Eagle quarreled with the Ox
He scared him and drove him away
The Ox suddenly bared his Fangs
With his deadly Nuclear Saliva
The Giant supported the Ox in his fight
He flexed his Muscular Arms with Might
He deployed a hundred ships with rockets
To scare the Woman, the Eagle’s ally
The Giant forces the Eagle to resign
Leave his sphere of influence and fly
The Giant claims Absolute Equality for all
While the Eagle wants Democracy to live on
3, 2, 1, ON AIR.
History for $100, Alex.
“A mutual defense pact led by
The city-state of Athens,
Whose expanding sphere of influence
Provoked the Peloponnesian War,
Leading to the downfall of prideful Athens.”
What is the Delian League?
That is correct.
History for $200, Alex.
“A mutual defense pact led by
Imperial Germany,
Whose expanding martial belligerence,
Resulted in The Great War,
Leading to the downfall of prideful Germany.”
What is the Triple Alliance?
That is correct.
History for $500, Alex.
“A mutual defense pact led by
The United States of America,
Whose expanding role in eastern Europe
Threatens a third world war,
And the possible downfall of everything prideful.”
What is NATO?
[Dead air.]
EMERGENCY BROADCASTING SYSTEM ALERT…
Body a box, box on wheels for this marble
marble of a mind
sphere of influence
influence on overdrive
slow down your mind
boxing your mind, closed wide
nice and close, closer than before to the undersatnding
of a new prpose, when midlife pointlessness, and automatic inner battles rage,
fighting with me, and whats real
inbetween where everything hurts,
ohnestly
does the pain ever fade
look at her doll house
look at her kitchen
we look like we're doin all right
the boys keep fighting
fighting
something getting the best of you
girls not consuming
consuming the substance of testotserone
making us mean
they have learned to be mothering
mothering and they will see the blind who lead
are the examples of those, are not decieving, but promises of gold
promises of gold
promise yourself
your promise land lies in body mind and soul
and from their your sphere of influence will be your own
the saints may come to save you
Medication wont fix me, the drugs just do the same thing,
lie to myself
i lie to myself to shelter myself, scared to do whatit might take, scared to do what i might
have to, desperate m,easures, arms away, desperate measures a foot away
desperate houswives
desperate mom and dads
desperate society o crooked towns the crookd hallway, in the crooked house, on my crooked
street, the crooked block it was on in a crooked town where the war was with drugs
unravelling the chase of the goose
you thionk your gonna get away poisoning our families
under rug swept
we are a team
we play this game against you
on the computer
trhis code we learn tell s the cia
where we say it go down and your liscence plate
i'll get my award on ebay
they have been planning this for years, its not a sattelite, the things they sing a puzzle to
figure out for your reward one day, if youd send fan mail, see it theuir way
Send away all of my fanmail and join the generation, try to figure out the next message
of what your saying, i think your trying to warn me
maybe, your trying to reward me, i think you all do, fit together, a game fo r all fools, but is
it safe to figure you out
am i allowed cause i dont think soo
\my instinmct tells me not to
but there needs to be a cover up
if i have to live with it
id rather have it under rug swept
if i have to
ill do it
She is so ugly she needs a reincarnation
far too fat for a one time zone nation
chuck her an apple it goes into orbit
around her waist where she’s so morbid
Stop complaining I’m having a laugh
I’m not fat shaming I haven’t got wrath
look at her stuck when she’s having a bath
tub’s to small should have done the math
It’s not actually her weight that I do hate
but her personality and fact she’s fake
she’s a teachers pet and the bosses mate
sucking up to more than what’s on a plate
When you help her she forgets it,
Mrs The Point the celestial object
she has poor health and lacks real logic
an enemy an ally and a brown nose profit
Selfishness and circle sides
sphere of influence sprouting lies
doesn’t move with gout on thighs
look at her eating all the pies!!