Best Stipulations Poems
As I incorporate colours with images in my dreams,
Still it’s more the emotional attachments that set the scenes.
Like an onlooker in another world of landscapes,
I am in control as I pull back the invisible drapes.
My mind wanders from my body so light
And flies off with birds into hot summer nights
I choose the scenes I want to participate in
I choose who will tonight be my fiend or kin
Why just last night I was challenged in combat,
Defending in Kung Fu but I never attack,
Until of course they make the first move,
But in dreams it is easy never to lose.
I'm a whirling dervish, dancing on my toes
Not fighting, but awing my friends and foes
While moving my mind wanders far away
I dance out of me, leave only my body to stay
You will often find yourself in strange situations,
Sometimes a dream will turn in various stipulations.
***
January 31, 2017
White Wolf
Darren White
Categories:
stipulations, dream, imagery, imagination, spiritual,
Form:
Couplet
When stepping from the shower,
Dripping wet and set to dry,
I like to know a bath sheet’s
On alert and standing by.
It needn’t be expensive
Nor the fluffiest of brands,
Just large enough to wrap me up,
The simplest of demands.
For the towels they call “bath size,”
Though I guess they’d do the trick,
Aren’t quite the ones in bath departments
I would ever pick.
There are other stipulations;
As for colors – dark is best
And one tiny other factor
Really needs to be addressed.
Growing up, we shared our towels,
Which my parents thought was fine,
But the towel hanging on the right
Today is only mine!
Categories:
stipulations, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Friends with stipulation,
Friends with stipulations is another way of saying your heart could be under
rejection with termination and deportation.
This is a friend that picks his or her situations for their own manipulation.
I sit here in darkness with strings of loneliness pulling at my heart.
The pain of seclusion is pulling me apart.
I am not a person of solitude nor can I handle fortitude.
I feel I am a person of desuetude.
This is from the so called friends that have made a choice from a conclusion
and put me in a cage exclusion.
I am just wondering were is that friend with validation,
that friend that stands with you in any situation.
That friend that holds your hand and guides you
through the end of any devastation.
This is the friend with no stipulation.
Categories:
stipulations, devotion, emotions, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
Something about the written word
It stirs me up inside
The ignition to flame my imagination
An alternative to an easy ride
My love of language is fiercely intense
Words, my cup of tea
It can mean whatever it makes me feel
Perception is up to me
No stipulations to what I read or write
No one can pocket what I receive
There is no giant leaning over my shoulder
Telling me what to believe
What else can create beauty out of tragedy
While mending a cracked soul
It's affirmation that we are not strange or alone
Yet equally unique and whole
It may be an adventure that would never come to life
Leaving you with a dream
Perhaps it's one's pain described on paper
Your own tears creating a stream
What is more powerful than an inspirational quote
You read as you begin your day
Often times it's your very own story. Fits like a glove
How you felt, but couldn't say
It could be a limerick that causes a chuckle
When the world can't catch a smile
Maybe it's words derived from your own tongue
Therapeutic to remember once in a while
Whether you hold the pen or retrieve the written words
It belongs to only you
Whatever you receive or bring to the table
It's honest, real and true
Categories:
stipulations, appreciation, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
I must confess
I love to watch myself dance in the mirror
The curves melt into the shadows
In the mood Talib Kweli’s Eardrum piercing
Glen Miller big band trumpets,
Bangles jingling against my satin smooth velvet
Golden skin That I love
Sultry saxophone stipulations
Coltrane caprices and
Sinatra seduction
Billy Holiday, hip-hop Beyonce
Beating against the beautiful bittersweet cold of pulse
Outside my window
I love how my walk steams success in every step
Sundays seem so upset, when I stir up the afternoon
My ambition resonates
With a swim deep into his eyes
and I build up buttercups
Temptations, A touch of spice, and a hint of desire at the wrist
I love it
When I catch my laughter bubbling in my throat
And throw it to the wind to let any lucky fellow
Hear it and engrave itself into his heart
Stardust in my eyes and
My very own blockbuster smile on my lips
I love how the sunshine seems to follow me
Enveloping the sing sweet sorrow story of my life
Sealing it away but letting the confectionary agony remind me
Of my most darkest days
Rainy days fade away when
I love . Myself .
Categories:
stipulations, philosophy, uplifting, love,
Form:
Free verse
Playing with Forms while Breaking the Norms
Debuncking it
Slam duncking it
Saying “the old is gold”
ain’t nothing but junking it
“new is true blue” is cool a way of funking it
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To argue that there is one better form
is to express your preference for a norm
Yet free expression is the soul’s delight
It matters not if it’s considered “right”!
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Various garments
Beautify the human form~~
Poems follow suit
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To copy well the Bard, this verse I write
Pentameter delight in every line
For poems come to life in rhythmic bursts
A soul can truly thrive in metered bliss
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People are perplexed about poetic perfection:
forms frustrate!
Lauding laureates,
each writer rightly responds
To testimony of time
from past to present
The wonder of words defies
Limitations! Configurations! Stipulations!
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I write because if I don’t
I’ll die
My little words
My little rhymes
in no way profound
flutter about forlorn
waiting to be welcomed in
to find a home
in some welcoming heart,
my grief and pain
my joy and laughter
will resonate
will live
will be treasured
I write what I please
my melancholy muse, I amuse
Afflatus caressed
I express
the many lives I live
and in my lines
in my little groupings of thoughts
I am free
Unbound….
I am me
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
stipulations, poetry,
Form:
life is a mystery to be lived and not a problem to be solved
for life as we experience it moves from easy to hard
if you look back to your younger days you will discover
that as you've matured some of the mystery of life has been uncovered
you have come to understand why your parents had all those rules and stipulations
now as an adult dealing with the bills and the kids you understand the complications
If you look at the terrible circumstances happening in the Gulf of Mexico
where the Oil Industry worked without less governmental control
"drill baby drill" is what the Tea party and Republicans ranted about
now facing one of the biggest disasters its at the President whom they now shout
those individuals who wanted less Big Government rules and regulations
are now demanding that Big Government fix this horrible situation
The Bible tells us that we should in God place all of our trust
for He is the omnipotent source that created us
for us not to lean towards our own understanding
but to follow the formula for life that God is commanding
God made a perfect world that humans keeps trying to remake
we've let the sin of greed take us over which results in big mistakes
we need to understand that there is no other force nor any other foundation
that has the power or the fortitude to deal with all of life's situations
The formula for living is to let go and let God
trust in him and allow Him to take control of our minds and hearts
the formula for living is to take to God in prayer
and then let the will of God direct our behavior
we need to profess it and confess it
we need to address it and then let God bless it
So develop a relationship with God and always included Him in the mix
seek His wisdom and wise counsel for there is nothing He can't fix
the formula for living, the formula for life
is before you do anything make sure it's been blessed by the Lord Christ
Categories:
stipulations, dedication, faith, inspirational, life,
Form:
Didactic
What is Liberty?
Liberty is freedom Mentally
Spiritually
of holding keys of the mysteries
of lifes unanswered questions
share the liberation while holding Wisdoms keys
to open the door to set free mentally the oppression
which makes the soul whole of its depression
im just the chain to link to share life not what it seems
but liberating elevates our mental, physical, spiritual stipulations amongst the grand schemes
but still blinded with keen eyesight to see
the grass on the other side is green
walked in nature in the jungle barefeet
but fear made me run from the lions while they was roaring to me you's a King
Once you understand the Source you'll be in Peace
we don't know we already obtained Victory
im ringing the liberty bell until we all woke
cause we will see when darkness comes from out the smoke
Im a descendant of ancient host
summoned from ancient quotes
within my soul an ancient ghost
of good but i can't reveal who i am under my Cloak
Truths you shall find keep seeking
Discern truths from lies to realize deceivement
What is Liberty?
Liberty is Freedom
Mentally
Spiritually
Categories:
stipulations, life, riddle, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Midst efforts to resolve a viral pandemic
Causing global illness and death epidemic
As we process the merits of our heartfelt fears
Mixed with worry, doubt, dread, anger, and sometimes tears
Let’s not forget about the virgin who conceived
A child sent from God, so our sins could be relieved.
As we shelter in our places of seclusion
Where once welcomed visits are now an intrusion
As we inhale and exhale covered by our mask
While simple routines are now a cumbersome task
Let’s recall that to the virgin a child was born
Who would bring hope, joy, and peace to a world forlorn
When six feet apart striving for social distance
Has become the new normal of our existence
When our multiple efforts of sanitation
Instigates within us constant aggravation
Visit the manger, see Joseph and his betrothed
Gaze upon the child who in swaddling rags was clothed
When the news of more COVID cases scours the land
When the ones who govern hand down a new demand
When after each encounter we wash our hands clean
As we hope and pray each day for a new vaccine
Listen to the voices of the angelic throng
Announcing the Messiah’s presence in their song
As new stipulations create family strain
And events occur causing economic pain
When we come in close contact with those infected
Then obey rules of quarantine as directed
Let’s treasure the glorious news of a savior
Who came to remedy our sinful behavior
When we grieve a cherished friend or loved one who dies
And we can’t properly gather to say goodbyes
When we want to weep and give each other a hug
But we are restricted to a stare and a shrug
Let’s join the angels in praising the Prince of Peace
For in His grace and mercy we will find release
When each retail store bears the sign “masks are required”
And every adventure makes us tense and tired
When we learn that someone had a positive test
And we retreat to our homes for much needed rest
Let’s treasure Jesus, ponder His truth in our heart
With fresh faith in Him tomorrow a new day start
Midst our expressed concerns about the world’s future
Worrying that the wounds are too deep to suture
When mental anguish and fear are out of control
When encouraging words lack power to console
Recall that our purpose is to give Christ glory
And our mission is to propagate His story
Categories:
stipulations, angst, anxiety, christian, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
Sans Whole Body Out Of Country Transplant
hmm...methinks mebbe aye
can empty the ocean
one teaspoon at time bine bye
and after about
a bajillion years cry
tears of joy, when mine
petrified organs of sight decry
solid sea floor to mud dill
across to Iceland eye
would readily forsake
United States citizenship,
and buzzfeed akin to a human fly
hooping genuine emotional
physical, or spiritual
philanthropic gratuity
could be accepted
'pon being bequeathed
from this guy
'course after friendly
bantering initiated with "hi"
and once settling upon lingua franca
as modus operandi
this wholesome casual
conversant chap would appeal
himself as (non GMO gluten, and
monosodium glutamate free) bonemeal
suitable *****sapien reserved
quite pleasingly congenial
to shake hands after
mutual agreement reached,
whereby roundly accepted
apprenticeship contractual stipulations
understood asper "Art of the deal,"
an awesomely empyreal
corroborate burning man
Matthew Scott Harris
in effigy "FAKE"
immolation funereal
faux "cremation ashes"
topped with goldenseal
thee initial process
to detox and psychologically heal
from Trump Bite US strain A
(or alternate spelling
D. trump pen lumpen throat
or a similar
facsimile concocted "FAKE"
illness thereof - NOT IDEAL
for man, woman, or child,
who quickly become fodder material
(a bio-hazard devastating
entire folks future generations genetics)
symptoms easily mis
taken for nasopharyngeal
infection, where optimal
cure comprises bland oatmeal
with jelly beans, thus I app peal
to provide sanctuary else this real
threat to life and limb
will find me to suffer fools
unless via quaffing hemlock
rigor mortis from grim reaper ICE steal!
Categories:
stipulations, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
I’ve been down this road
So many times before
I often wonder if at the end
Will there be an open door?
What seemed to be
What I thought once was
A hopeless dream, in fact
A totally lost cause.
Is now actually a series of events
Coming to fruition
But in a more peaceful, loving
And different rendition.
Is this my chance to try again?
To set things right with my life?
Or is it just a visualization?
Of what could’ve been perhaps an insight?
Only time will tell as the
Fragmented pieces fall into place
Making a difference and a change
In my life as the memories give chase.
Being sure to keep up
Not ever to be missed
But yet called upon at a moments notice
So I can reminisce.
Whenever I feel down and out
Like I lost my friend,
I can reach back into my mind
To smile and laugh once again.
You see, that’s the thing about
Memories both good and bad
They will always be there for you
Whenever you’re happy or sad.
They level the playing field of your mind
Keeping everything on an even keel
Especially those times when
You’re not sure what or how you feel.
Life is full of ups and downs
As well as trials and tribulations
It’s up to us as individuals
To know when and how to set the stipulations.
When we reach that final chapter
And the last page has been turned
You can stop, look back and say
Wow, this is what I’ve learned
Now take this and share it with everyone
Even those you may not know,
So we all as individuals and
A collective will continue to grow.
Categories:
stipulations, introspection, life, lost, lost,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Life Is Terminal
By: Olivia Rodrigue
Though there is light ever present
It fades, flickers and is swallowed
Life passes in snippets and snapshots
moments and memories
heads full but hallowed
As people we are more than one person in life
we are us
we are we
we are friend, lover sister, brother
Learning so much yet so little is recalled
facts and figures memorized
we walk around
one goal to reach
oblivious to another
As people we have culture
Stipulations and norms
We behave as we’re told
We learn to live by laws
Behave by rules
Earn by adherence and grow old
Each facet is different in each face
Each a running tale
Each wrinkle and blemish
Each scar
Each bruise
Each figure
An outward expression of a life
A story untold
As a person we are inherently egocentric
We judge by the smutty strands slipping off the shadowy shivering silhouettes of strangers
Though we know next to nothing of their unraveling tales
Perfection is a nonexistent concept that we unremittingly, unfeelingly, unwittingly try to achieve
Success is never easy
He, She, It learns this
by creating, planning, scheduling, and meticulously marauding time
Then life laughs
And He, She, It watches
as their plans deteriorate and generate a belligerent sequel
where He, She, It fails
Time can be measured, set, and meticulously planned
Clocks, time zones, minutes, hours, days, months, years
Are all man made
But time cannot be borrowed, manipulated, or created
It is constant like gravity
Trails treaded
tastes devoured
experience and wisdom gained in minute packages
our world is one of many
each perception a glimpse at another universe of captured time
roads revealed are but small glances of an unabridged reality
Life is terminal
Like light it is a cycle of brilliance and blackness
Forever is a delusion
as are never and always
We are the lucky ones
Though the physical impression of our inimitable footprint may leave this earth
Opportunities for love, beauty, and compassion are boundless
A part of you that can be shared
A part that stays
Categories:
stipulations, allusion, life, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
Stipulations of mild stripy animals can be seen even in a misted monument. As money is a molestation and global percentages is often hazardous. Such jeopardy in high ranking offices. Wow. Penalisation of a queue of poor is a sour and act of radicalised clerics whose antics displease the wibble wobbling signature lines of many a balanced sky temple. So skit not a wild free grass skirted cat. For it us the beams of life that will induce freedom formations. When leaping over a hurdle of biscuits take care not to erode timeless meaninglessness chatter as boxes are utilised to contain essences so do not dare to argue with a rolling pin nor discuss dietary requirements with angelical mildew mops. Moving on. Zombified trolley dashing wisdom lacking duped. La la la.and I am laughing haha *** dramatically shimmering chimney stack in a tropical weave. Xxxx mysticism xxxx clip clop
Categories:
stipulations, beautiful,
Form:
As I incorporate colours with images in my dreams,
Still, it’s more the emotional attachments that set the scenes.
Like an onlooker in another world of landscapes,
I am in control as I pull back the invisible drapes.
My mind wanders from my body so light,
And flies off with birds into hot summer nights.
I choose the scenes I want to participate in,
I choose who will tonight be my friend or kin.
Why just last night I was challenged in combat,
Defending in Kung Fu but I never attack.
Until of course they make the first move,
But in dreams, it is easy never to lose.
I'm a whirling dervish, dancing on my toes,
Not fighting, but awing my friends and foes.
While moving my mind wanders far away,
I dance out of me, leave only my body to stay.
I will often find myself in strange situations,
Sometimes a dream will turn in various stipulations.
Categories:
stipulations, dream, emotions,
Form:
Couplet
my humblest apology if you experience addle brained, frazzled, harried, livid with rage akin to bing mad as a hatter gritted teeth syndrome when trying to make head or tails of confusing message, which essentially can be boiled to down to a genuine search for female friendship of the intimate kind.
perhaps the courtship of friendship (maybe something beyond the pulsating phallic pale) will prompt me to sober up and express feelings, ideas and thoughts (other than a desire for sexual intimacy) in a more understandable fashion. essentially (as you so might clearly intimate and interpret), i would like to become at least casually familiar with an attractive gal (per what the nonconformist paradigm of near sighted eyes property of myself deem aesthetically pleasing) and intelligent woman.
mud dea ova electric kool aid acid test
to share bounty of sentiments - n savor warm female body during rest
no requirements nor stipulations imposed on lifelong quest
minding manners to avoid bing a pest
'specially carnal craving bubbles forth noel hung er oppressed
from private "v" age high nah nest.
although a strong desire for physical (read sexual) involvement the primary force (that goads me and takes off in flights of bon mots poetic fancy - frequently irrelevant on most readers), i would also be delighted to share intelligent conversation otherwise known as verbal intercourse.
anyway, i immediately admit as k9 buel
NOT bing snoop doggy dog nor ll j cool,
yet attest 2 a habit 2 slobber drool
just garden, generic variety household fool
who subsists on thin emotional gruel
'thou envisioning a mirage of a jewel
or whatever foodstuffs given a mule
where mutual acceptance doth rule
feigned cheerfulness shown at yule.
Categories:
stipulations, autumn, blue, candy, care,
Form: