Best Standpoint Poems
My Bros.' & Sister's the [Book] tell us that we are made in the image of God, made
in the likeness of him. So why is the World suffering much to much idiosyncricie's whe-
ther you're fat or slim ? Do you know!! Do Ya!!... long and many year's ago, Noah
is assign an important task, that being! to build a ship (the Ark) for the purpose that
(GOD) seen the supplication of his creation. He is sadden that sin enter into evil thought's
of mankind, and the collaboration of their choices brings no satisfaction to the reasonable
reason for Noah being choosen to finished the Ark {no satisfaction}.... My guess is
that Noah prayer's was like, "Show Me the Way Home", Lord, thou reason that the rain
shall come, makes a consorted effort to save a generation, I am so along. "Show me the
way Home". This-thiss generation ignore's the preaching for a 120-years, now water is
around their necks and the door is (slam!!) shut. "Slam-Shut". My Brothers ' Sister's
do you wonder why the likeness is impossible to live up too. We choose to live to do
our own thing - our own way. That's O'K from a selfish standpoint. But for a spiritual
analyzationable lovepoint, sometimes the seperation is somewhat confrontationable.
So-so my brother, the long way home is a fight that the "Anti-Christ commit to the
principalitie's warfare against the conscience of your mind and you become blind and
you heed to the warning and now he see's (The Anti-Christ) that you are not strong:
(I'm so all along) Now my sisters that implie's to you also, your fight is a battle the ene-
my approaches from your blindside, and if you're not carefull, "you will believe in all the
lie's. (Be Strong)
"Show Me the Way Home", LORD-show me. Me and the tall and short one's and the cre-
ated of all children's whether large or small. When we have fought against the file's of
the enemy, and we all are along. Before the gap get wider (and ?) "Show Me the
Way Home".
P.S....This Poem is the first of a two-part initative in God's awsume plan to regenerate a
society of any culture, that we as his children must ask him to "Show me the way Home".
Categories:
standpoint, happiness, uplifting, me, me,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Betwixt our deceptive connection
Lies told, to always end in
I’ll never have a profound perspective
As my skepticism results in your grin
When our paths crossed
Like two sailboats in a panoramic sea
I believed you were mannerly
Though, sprouted unexpectedly was your immorality
My standpoint was already set
My conception was that you’d abet
To all the curves, bumps, and facets of me
Though you’d never devote to me
You’d only break me to debris
Every word transmitted from your “soul”
Carried no true sentimental worth
Yet I believed you, over my mind you had control
Desiring for your concealed lies to rebirth
Lies and gas-lighting were brought upon me
Despite your affectionate expressions
I thought truth be told, that I was free
But I’m now trapped under your early impressions
Doubting and doubting your false affection
Perhaps you don’t know how to express emotion?
But deep inside, I know that’s untrue
That I’m just someone to be used, at least to you
Though acceptance is quite challenging for me
I’m unsure of why I still trust you
As you treat me like nobody
Though these lies will forever pursue.
Categories:
standpoint, abuse, anxiety, dark, how
Form:
Free verse
Sitting here
flushing out the tears
drowning in my misery
that's piling up through the years
I thought of you
On my face, a smile
I read your poetry
cuz it's been a while
I don't know if I've thanked you
for being "there" for me
I can't imagaine how great
a man you'll turn out to be
It's unbelievable
how sweet you are
know that im happy
to be your north star
and if it were possible
i'd cry on your shoulder
lie down beside you
as we grew older
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I'm not proud of this poem (from a literary standpoint), but I wrote it down anyway...because
as I was sitting here being sad, he was the one thought that made me smile...and I had to
tell him.
Categories:
standpoint, friendship, thank you
Form:
The Caricature
You like to label it as a nefarious empire
brought to power by an unpropitious circumstance
paint a picture of evil and malfeasance
blood soaked canvas is the final image
mass murderers, the greatest genocide
no good they have done, just vile and hate
inspired by the dynamism of the leader
black and white, no shades of gray
just a rancorous order
the caricature, of evil
the caricature, of misery
black or white, no shades of gray
don't ask, just swallow what they say
the caricature, cartoon villain
black and white, no shades of gray
from what I have seen, not as heinous as they say
from elimination of unemployment
to the strength through joy program
workers rights protected by a benevolent union
clean streets and nonexistent crime
pride in Fatherland at an all time high
health and prosperity never before seen
a million strong salute at the Nuremberg rallies
black and white, no shades of gray
tyrannical order
the caricature, of evil
the caricature, of the maleficent
black and white, no shades of gray
don't ask, just swallow what they say
the caricature, what Hollywood portrays
black and white, no shades of gray
You talk of atrocities and monstrous acts
but for once lets exam the facts
ever question if the victor lacked on an ethical standpoint?
ever committed presumptuous acts that are odious?
Examining rudiment facts, they had death camps
where the Soviets murdered 28 million in Gulags
innocents witnessed terror raids night after night
where The Royal Air Force murdered 300,000 in Dresden
so I ask who is really the hero and who is the Villain?
Black and white, no shades of gray
the caricature, portrait of infamy
the caricature, video game mad men,
black and white, no shades of gray
don't ask, swallow what they say
the caricature, almighty evil
black and white, no shades of gray
they say don't question the official history
yet I want to know why they ensconce the truth
why do they fear us finding out what really happened?
It seems we have a dichotomy between fact and fiction
suppression of truth
history written by the victors
villainize the losers
gain their sympathy
money for your industry
spread the big lie
Categories:
standpoint, history,
Form:
Free verse
It's trying to Spring today
In Dublin's Phoenix Park
The trees are rising from the ashes of Winter
Dressing in a tentative coat of green
Like a thin leafy thong.
Against a bright mixed sky
Two butterflies, or possibly moths,
-The suns' light making identification impossible-
Play tag for supremacy of the skies
Silhouetted in my squinting vision.
A chubby chap with equally chubby dog
Sits on a white bench walking his mate
Spattered by sunlight leaking thru leaves
Of the trees shading his seat
While doggy rustles about happily.
We converse a minute about far off places
And sunburn and the Irish skin
His standpoint underpinned by an anecdote
Remembered from a long time past
A slimmer time for man and beast perhaps.
My wanderings continue in a long lazy lap
Feeling the warmth on my nape
Deer wandering close to the dangerous humans
A childs' laughter carries to my ears
Excitement at the proximity to Rudolphs' pals.
Memories of happier times invade my thoughts
The ninety minutes eaten up with ease
Spring-like humour filtering down to drivers
Who stop, smiling, and invite my crossing
With a ballroom dancers exaggerated hand.
Returning to the island of my car
Feeling distant now from all I've encountered
Warmed from both effort and experience
I smile inwardly and selecting first
Drift out into the Easter Sunday traffic.
Categories:
standpoint, grief, happiness, ireland, love,
Form:
Free verse
Of course I agree with free speech
And the right of people to have their say,
But why can’t people be more reasonable,
And see it my way?
People accuse me of being argumentative
And of enjoying a good old verbal fight,
But I never argue with anyone,
I just explain to them why I’m right!
I justify my debating standpoint,
As if from the lyrics of some corny song:
I could agree with you …
But then we’d both be wrong!
Categories:
standpoint, angst, i am, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
Imagination is the natural ability with which every human being is endowed.
Therefore, it is conceivable to say that everything will become allowed
by completely envisioning the unforeseen-yet things, that are going to be wowed,
while the barrier of the impossible, over time, will have been cowed.
Not only is the gist of creativity is one of its settlements,
but also the-spur-of-the-moment inspiration provides movements.
Besides being stimulated by some memory fragments.
All in all, these are all its sediments.
Breeding ground is the mind of whose is a blue-sky thinker
As well as, silent people have got the noisiest mind ever.
By using their illusion, they are like a winged-horse rider,
which flies high to obliterate the adamant never.
Low hanging fruits are not listed in its dictionary,
nor even dare to think about the ordinary.
Because in a stark comparison to the ability for the extraordinary,
this is downright basic and non-visionary.
Every step taken deep into the field of imagination
is like a wide-opened golden gate for a world of creation.
On the other hand, knowledge is inflexible and stuck on the limitation.
Similarly, the boundaries are not transcended due to its condition.
For instance, Einstein once said: imagination is better than knowledge
So, let's bend over backwards to acknowledge
that, by imagination, the General Theory of Relativity was created
And so far, its accuracy has been absolutely unrefuted.
The paramount importance of the imagination in our lives
is the onset of an all-brand-new avant-garde Era that arrives.
Wonderful as It seems, it will be a world full of surprises.
Furthermore, it might be breathtaking outright in our eyes.
The endeavor of imagining is likely to be rewarded for the greater good.
Consequently, there will be cutting-edge cars, technologies, remedies as well as enhanced food.
Not to mention about a thoroughly new sort of other things that will enchant us.
From my standpoint, imagination is a high gift in which will make our world be marvelous.
Categories:
standpoint, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
As a critical thinker,
The size of my fist,
The information maker,
Excepts a formative list.
Tools as variety,
Simple or exhaggerated,
The persuasive society,
Populars updated.
Celeberties, actors, and fame,
A standpoint to judge,
Some will play the game,
Others push; nudge.
Each are a phase,
Like a butterflies menopause,
Honesty will engage,
Setting back grateful flaws.
BE understanding OUR KNOWLEDGE is the size of a fist.
Categories:
standpoint, dedication, devotion, life,
Form:
Alliteration
OUTSIDE
Out past tomorrow, outside of time,
There is a place where we can meet
After this war is over.
We can talk about fleshy things,
If you like, but be careful,
Science has no words for this place;
The mouth is empty, legs are useless,
Innocence and guilt have no meaning.
Then, there, will you tell the truth about love?
Why you shunned me like a lame donkey?
In this forgiving place lies leave no disgrace
So there is no reason to spare my feelings.
Nothing to you, you were my everything.
What about emotions? They have no use,
Feelings are not sacred truths.
There is no line between friends and lovers.
Abundance in the heart leads to a soul complete.
There’s a freedom on the other side,
This is a burden from which we’ll rise.
From the standpoint of eternity
The fear of dying looks like the fear of living.
Categories:
standpoint, death, life,
Form:
Free verse
Out Flanking The Phalanx
Roman Soldiers like to drink
So I sent them out to battle Hannibal
A simple mission not for sober men
First to the Cannae Battle, 216 BC with lots of sun and debauchery
Then on to Tribia
It came to pass with sun on every side
More so for Hannibal and his forces who survived the battle
With tactics honored to this day on how to slay your foe
I told my men don’t move too slow
Perhaps I should have said don’t go
If you want to build a proper wedge the echelon wedge is perfect
Add the double envelopment and pincer movements to seal the deal
No postage needed
With those three tactics Hannibal left my men for dead or bleeding
In any event, defeated
When at Tribia, I ordered my men to clean at Lake Trasemine (remembering that they stink) and to wait for war
A consummate debacle by the Roman war machine unfolded
Legions flanked, lined up to die
Utilizing only brute force they marched in phalanx manner
Over 80 thousand strong, with breath and body odor to over power.
(They had no showers)
Annihilation got in the way of their success
Blinded by the sun and intellect designs of Hannibal
The light of day came by the compliments of nature
Utilized by Hannibal at no extra fee to blind his enemy
But charged them to the lake to trap the Roman forces there
In a Carthaginian standpoint
What started as a laundry day and cleaning of the roman forces
Soon became a blood bath on the shore
My legions defeated by a masterpiece of battle tactics
No Romans….. No more….
The locals commented at the sight
Dying is no way to make a living, they’d say
They were happy to see the fighting end
And get back to fishing once again
I would have promised all my men a trip to Disney world
If they had won and if it existed
But they died so didn't miss it
Too bad they ever enlisted
6/18/14 Roman Legion contest
Categories:
standpoint, conflict, confusion, history, old,
Form:
Free verse
by the right of our walks strewed outside
we too when hiding ourselves in the regime of fire
with our intention and activities
with our standpoint
with our conduct and behaviour
or any instant rule or direction
or our deeds
that compel the rotation of the deodorant
thus after the eye-operation
the love between you and me is now
seeing more week-ends than before
to her knee has been submitted many caws
painted in water-colour
in every corner and every hole of the body
that pulls the rickshaw the wind enters
and in every root-cause of the sufferings
the ripple of annihilation of love
from the shop of dip-swimming now
you can also purchase soundlessness
to feel the spirit of chrysoberyl
now you need the work for 100 days
to gain the power you need to keep pace
with the graph of the terracotta
that may also be a long day of fasting
then on the back of that hungry conch-shell
a globe shouts
the other’s world puts its office-water
in the fountain of cactus the roaring of which
pours so many telephone-calls into the ears
then in our market the ear-bursting sound of the generator
then in our forest-land
the bullet-fight between maoist and the joint-force
then with the enlarging and waning of our moon
are the bright fortnight the dark fortnight and the leaves of wood-apple
Categories:
standpoint, fantasy
Form:
Prose Poetry
I have seen the formation
Of ancient lands
I have seen the creation
Of ancient hands
Pyramids
That soar to the sky
Here amid
Temples majestic and high
I have seen
Wonderful things
Tombs and scenes
Of ancient kings
I have seen huge blocks of stone
Cut by hand of flesh and bone
Fit in place for reasons known
To the architect alone
Each stone block from the quarry
Has a structure to help build
Each chisel cut tells a story
Of a mason’s guild
I have seen towering obelisks
With finely chiseled hieroglyphics
And ancient golden relics
Like toys in the attic
I have seen ancient mummies
The walking living dead
Take care or you’ll become these
Walking around instead
Dinner I have eaten
With pharaohs and kings by many names
And I have beaten
Them at their many games
I have sat on the temple steps
In the shadow of a large mastaba
I chatted with the great Amenhotep
And the gods Isis, Anubis, Thoth and Ra
They told me I could become a god
If I live and died in the manner of a king
I thought that was a little bit odd
For I came here wanting nothing
Tomorrow we go off to fight
The empire of Kadesh
If you come, you will see some sights
That you will never forget
I saw the battle of Kadesh
Now written about on the temple walls
I saw the battle in the flesh
Now celebrated in the temple halls
I watched the battle and from what I saw
Neither side won the war
From my standpoint the battle was a draw
But the Pharaoh will celebrate a win evermore
Pharaoh Ramses lived to the ripe old age of around ninety two
He outlived a lot of his hundred children and many wives
He’s remembered as Pharaoh Ramses the Great who
Built many monuments and revitalized the Egyptian’s lives
When they found Pharaoh Ramses the Great’s body
They found no silver or gold
Only the great king’s mummy
Thousands of years old
The archeologists all made a great noise
Where was all the silver and gold?
Where was all the old man’s toys?
That the grave robbers stole and sold
A lot of his stuff is still out there
In Egyptian antique stores
And Egyptian homes and country fairs
To get something you could spend a lot for sure
Nowadays Ramses is lying in state in the Cairo Museum
And men and women and girls and boys
All flock to the museum to see him
And Tutankhamen’s wonderful toys
Categories:
standpoint, adventure, africa, age, analogy,
Form:
Rhyme
A letter to Time
Time, this letter is to you, an area of contention
but first there are some things I need to mention
and I also need your standpoint on a specific question
before I hear anymore tick's and tock's,
Like did you begin when the Aztec's carved dials into the rocks,
Or when the Navy long ago created intricate yet extraordinary clocks?
You've outlasted the multitudes and have
what I've heard a power to heal,
If what I hear is to be true then that same power
for all of our sakes wouldn't it command
or direct you to stay completely still.
I just don't know I think that just like us you posses the power to kill,
but unlike us and the fact that who
I'm writing to will never read this letter
I've come to reality and say sorry for I forgot you are not real.
But I could be wrong and if I am then you must have a favorite tune,
and is it a sound or maybe a song sung by Eve ?
or in this time here and now this I really ponder " Isn't she lovely"
maybe a song by Stevie Wonder?
I Have to tell you only for clarity this next part I did dread,
I asked a random woman and a random man if they had a
question for time what would it be the woman would ask for
more of you and moreover the man turned to me and said,
More patience for it and time walk hand and hand,
sort of like both parts of an hour glass fused together
so as I lay my head in my hand,
and realize the real question of this endeavor,
My question to you is if so
do we represent the Dust or should I say Sand and
like you
really last forever?
W...Truth
Categories:
standpoint, conflict, earth, journey,
Form:
Rhyme
I will let my problems freely expand never complain over things that cannot be answered to an compliant thats so ignorant to its availability when the reason is so irrelevant to my results of human nature but can be explain in admiration and evaporated and cleaned up by my postive analyst standpoint that I will overcome promissory to my vision thats half blurred in which I may not see nor people that may notice me to a complete way of there simply with a positive connection that relies in me all me in all variations in which version me only but try to conduct myself properly instead of clumsy balanced in how to withholding weight or leverage to keep me leveled and never fall too deep in a milk mishap and try to caution from slipping into an major accident until everything comes to clear to clear eyes viewed when everyone can see the accident b4 it happens and occur for them to see in a rush b4 everything comes clear from evaporated of spilt milk accident of problems that may affect me so seriously to an creed of a compliant of no clarity support just an non exist problem that well overcomed so lively.
Categories:
standpoint, feelings,
Form:
Imagism
Soft hills roll endlessly through the expanse
To the north lights of aurora borealis will dance
The castles on the hills the view will enhance
Sun’s orange glow seems to dry the tears of the sky as west it will advance
The sunset turns from orange hue
To blend of gold and linen blue
The waters of the lake make the reflection of the sunset true
With the grain nearby being golden too
In the rushes one can hear frogs and snakes
Poppies grow red and fire crackling sound makes
The rivers flow to the lakes
From high mountain peaks eagle to the sky takes
With the western horizon sun seems conjoint
But it is the invisible hand behind the sun that is important from divine standpoint
It is the unknown the content of that word is more important and to its form has no reference point
Those words generated by the base but their true meaning is from absolute unconnected view point
The Great Eye behind the sun looks down at marsh marigold
The end of the day is about to unfold
The bifurcate willow and tall birch tell stories of old
The gentle summer breeze moves the clouds that in the sunset appear gold
Categories:
standpoint, senses, , western,
Form:
Rhyme