Best Stagnate Poems
POTD 20 Dec 2018
Like sand in an hour glass
Time moves so fast
A precious commodity
Not meant to last
Measured in hours
Minutes unfold
Time waits for no man
So I’ve been told
Facing my demons
Refusing to stagnate or rust
Releasing my fate to all that I trust
I observe my negativity
turn into dust
Kookaburras laugh and the Magpies flute
along to the strings of an imaginary lute
In wild abandon my Spirit I bare
the untamed wind blows my hair
My bright yellow dress matches the Sun
A New Phase has now begun
Footnote
There is a time for hellos and time for goodbyes and I feel this is my time now to do just that.
To all my poetic friends who have supported me on my poetic journey, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Keep writing your wonderful words, you have been an inspiration. I have made many good friendships here, ones that I will always value and appreciate.
Let me take this opportunity to wish all my fellow poets on PS
A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A BRIGHT AND WONDERFUL 2019
POTD 20 Dec 2018
Confined within the steep banks of a narrow mind
is a cryptic river where men stumble in and go blind
They construct reinforced dams that hold them back
from accepting the candid truth; white is not black
Like the slow moving current of a trickling stream
their thoughts are clogged and clot like curdled cream
What chance do the recalcitrant ones have to accept
reality if they allow no vision of being circumspect
of taking fault and blame for having a closed mind?
These are the ignorant, the foolish ones aptly defined
as those destined to stagnate until they decompose
It's the subsequent end to the stubborn who oppose
a new premise or concept with which they don't agree
They rot inside prisons of conceit; a human tragedy
When we were nine
and yearning, outcasted
I did not understand the bruised
nature of your soul. Perhaps I
do not understand even now.
I remember
how I criticized you for the way
you sang "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star"
in your warbling baby voice
also how you were the only one
who ever acknowledged me.
I remember
how you lived with grandparents, aunts
instead of your methhead parents.
Your blonde hair. Your ugly clothes.
Freckles and a cheap brand of romanticism.
A picture of you and me, sixteen:
I remember
you used to say, "Call me Puff"
to all the dangerous boys; we once
crowded on a dirty mattress with four
other people passing bong for weed,
pipe for that toxic crystal Devil of
devils. I remember
you fed me cigarettes, cherry tomatoes
from your grandfather's garden.
A lightless smoky room full
of young and lonesome prisoners
of perpetuated misguided soul-searching--
I remember
how we savored our shared pain
like something holy. Godhead of
black magic and the violation
of innocence.
Today I
am torn of that chrysalis,
and I think sometimes of your soul
left there to stagnate
in the dark. Christina
I don't know how to say
any of this to you,
but when I remember how
you fed me cherry tomatoes
I think of your grandfather
finding you out, you were feeding
meth to your young teenaged sister
so she wouldn't care if your
boyfriend and all his friends
f***ed her.
I remember
feeling so much love for you (sister?)
when now your name compels in me
nothing but disgust--this disgust
which bruises my soul, Christina...
I never wanted to feel this.
Drowning in the knowledge
That change is inevitable
Afraid that your decision might backfire
What can be more spine-chilling?
Is the fact
That not making the change will
Lead you to a point of frustration
Discontentment
In the end to stagnate is also a choice
It also has a consequence
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Living among dead corpses
My creativity becomes stagnate
As I surround myself with
Dreamless adults never realizing
Their full potential in life
Witnessing generational leeches
Attacking the mind, soul and legacy
Of an unsuspecting youth
Instead of experiencing daily
Burst of DMT in his pineal gland
He is subjected to
Buffoonery, treachery
Tricked into selling his birthright
Is there something in the water or air
that's spreading stupidity everywhere?
Children aren't learning their lessons in school,
vying to be the latest TikTok fool.
As a whole, society's devolving:
a worldwide problem, in need of solving.
It seems everyone is glued to their phones:
no individualism; we're mere clones.
The internet has morphed into a cage,
where stifled minds stagnate and disengage.
Hate and bigotry have gained a platform:
outrageous behavior is now the norm.
We're losing our ability to think
for it's much easier to interlink.
We're banning books, and we're ok with that:
letting the net filter what we look at.
If stupidity's something we can't fix:
try throwing common sense into the mix.
There is something wrong with people today:
AI does their thinking; what can I say?
Life is short and time goes fast
And so, before you know it,
The future waits to join the past –
At least, if we don’t blow it.
It’s hard to leap into a place
Where different ways await us
And we may struggle keeping pace
With habits that may date us.
So grow or stagnate, that’s the choice,
Though change might make us queasy,
Yet all our doubts should have a voice,
For aging isn’t easy.
A new day gleaming
A new chance for dreaming
A new sense of revealing
Love and light
The flitters like a butterfly
Within us all
A new chance to show our love to all
A new hope and new opportunities
Lifting our spiritual frequencies
A new day for our souls to glow
In the luminescent light of spiritual fold
A new way, a new life
This is true every morning that we wake
Not every day needs to be the same
We just choose to live it this way
We can change it if we wish too
We can choose each day to be renewed
In a new way in anyway we crave
Choose a path and then be on your way
To a spiritual journey that favours the brave
A life of discovery through the art of perpetual change
Or do the same routine each day and stagnate.
routines
always
stagnate
suffocate
as they
envelop
dreams
in
silent
confections:
beauty
&dignity
disappear
in
abstract
uniformity
consumed
by
chance,
dwindle,
diminish
die
without
purpose
Condemned And Judged
Why is it so hard to say what I am feeling?
Others decides what I can say
What I can do
Who I am
My life is not up to me
I am condemned for my thoughts
Judged for my ideas
Ideas that have to remain unspoken
Not allowed to express myself I stagnate
Thoughts and words rot in their own Hell
Dark and black
The stench of dying thoughts fills the air with a grey-green mist
Even in poetry I am scrutinized
Judged by others who do not know me
The poetry is too dark
That poem is too light hearted
Nothing is right
Nothing is wrong
I wonder who they are.
What gives them the right to voice their opinion?
I don’t know
I may never know
I hate them and what they have done
But there is nothing I can do
Nothing I can say to free me from them
So I will wait
I will fester and I will stagnate
Rotting in a world of drab grey
Until I can be free and express myself
And in that moment I will be happy
In life you either leap into uncharted realms,
take your chances or stagnate like,
moss on a log, It’s about choices.
detox, unglue, undo
why stagnate, why cling
ego has caged pristine soul
free it now, for spirit seeks to sing
You Are Who You Are
(Dedicated to all students in Brunei)
You are who you are- a unique creature.
All men are your brothers but you’re different and rare.
None that came before, none that lives today,
nor one that lives tomorrow would ever be like you.
You are a unique rarity of nature’s creation,
an end product of changes through years of evolution.
So you’re well-equipped in both body and mind,
as any other creatures, emperors and wise men.
Within you burns a flame of discontent,
raging so fiercely for years and generations.
It scorches your spirit, a constant irritation-
an eagerness to be better, as you journey on.
You have unlimited potential that should be put to use,
lest it will rot and die, stagnate and run dry.
You should achieve more, much more than you’ve done,
and not indulge in self-praise for achievement not grand.
Struggle may not be easy, thorns may come your way.
But they’re chances in disguise, hold on ‘till you’re free.
Nature knows no defeat and so should you,
victorious you’ll emerge as you persist and wait.
Into a mountain you’ll grow not shrink into a mound,
by straining your potential until success is found.
Yes, you’ll be the greatest, the greatest of all,
‘cause you’re not born by chance, that’s what
you’re here for.
Alicia M Advincula.
Some sez m a loss caz, I contain ta many flaz
Just becaz m not subjec to ya lawz.
Lizen t ma speech, m hear ta preach
Ma wordz, well byond ya reach
Wot ya hearan iz more than a screech
U tink ya to impotant ta learn wat I teach
Wizdom byond the gatz o ya mind
I iz preachn to da dumb n blind
Pearlz to swine, insted on slop ya dined
I keep movin foward ya left bahind
U trip ova words in purfect oda
Mine aint purfect I liv beyond ya borda
Not subject ta ya stupid odaz
I dance along ma own coridorz
So step back, dis iz ma time
I blast ya wit ma ryme
I aint lispin m doin dubba time
Drink ma down m smoooth like wine
Ya take ya shot, ya tink ya cool
Betta not ta speak, n reveal yar fool
Ya wrdz in a puddle a stagnate pool
Comn off ya face a string a drool
M gone in a flash ya cuud not seize
I mo powerful then a breeze
Leaven ya ta do az ya pleaze
Ya coudnt seize da forest through da treeze
Verlena's Ebonics Contest.
For my friend Freddie
Some say I'm a lost cause, I contain to many flaws
Just because I'm not suject to your laws
Listen to my speach, I am here to preach
My words are well beyond your reach
What you are hearing is more than a screech
You think you're too important to learn what I teach
Wisdom beyond the gates of your mind
I am preaching to the dumb and blind
Pearls to swine, instead on slop you dined
I keep moving forward you're left behind
You trip over words in perfect order
mine aren't perfect, I live beyond your borders
Not subject to your stupid orders
I dance along my own corridors
So step back, this is my time
I blast you with my rhyme
I'm not lisping I'm doing double time
Drink me down I'm smooth like wine
You take your shot, you think your cool
Better not to speak and reveal you're a fool
Your words in a puddle a stagnant pool
Coming off of your face in a string of drool
I'm gone in a flash you could not seize
I am more powerful than a breeze
Leaving you to do as you please
You couldn't see the forest through the trees
Ripples of blue and silver dance
impala males jump and prance
In a land where imagination roams to and fro
and the waters of old eb and flows
Dust holds memories from near and far
The sky, escarpment, and water beat out a rhythm of
The dreams of many, the thoughts of a few,
ZAMBEZI, O MIGHT OF THE SOUTHERN HINTER LANDS OF AFRICA
GIVING AND TAKING. YOUR PRIDE IN LIFE IS LIVED
YOUR COURSE DIRECTED BY THE THINGER OF THE MASTER DESIGNER
FORCE AND STRENGTH BOW BEFORE HIS MIGHTY HAND
Deep is the current and long is the stride of Him who taught you as a child O ZAMBEZI,
where your banks and streams will go.
Were you there at the beginning?
To see His plan, hear His words, savor His counsel.
Take heed to give life as He has given you so much life.
The sound of life echoes long and hard through this valley below the falls and the open sea.
Elephants, hippos, and lions create and compose an elegant cacophony.
Animals play on the banks,Birds dance on the wind.
The escapement sits and watches. Ever still, but never stagnate
Mana Pools, place of meaning. Where water parted mountains a mellinia ago.
Escarpments looking north and south, watching, waiting, guarding.
Life here moves at leisure, no race.
The life of hustle and bustle has no place.
In a way, even time and space seem pleasantly married together
So whether you a travel from far or near, they meet you and greet you and treat you.
Here on the flood plains.
Where a recollection of memories are locked away in the safe of sentimentally.
To a feast of the soul, spirit, mind, and body.
Where you can relax and let worry be forgotten.