Disallow Poems | Examples

Eruption

My soul erupts with hope
God has given me another chance

The world keeps me on a rope
But faith is a stronger lance

Even with glimmers of light
My soul needs little to ignite

My cup refills for the fight
I disallow earthly spite

Like a volcano rumbling eruption
I allow my inside to smile

My soul reminds me of the sun
Spewing fiery hope at every aisle

Ruby Lane

Down here on Ruby Lane 
Sitting looking at the rain
Looking at my glass of red
Thinking what I haven’t said
If through negligence some changes
Shuffle here with rearrangements
Nothing’s changed its all the same
Changes die on Ruby Lane
From the dullest land of mad
I have come to get some bread
And some wine I need to take
Just to have a little break
Cause I can afford it now
No one’s here to disallow
They don’t care neither do I
Could it be I’ve come to die
In this place that’s fine by me
Where I laughingly can see
Sunny spots through drops of rain
Down here on Ruby Lane.

Mastery

It's a game, that in order to play it well,
    Requires strength, and precision with touch.
Where no one would claim to be born with it,
    But it's acquired by long hours and such.

While it's mentored and played mostly socially,
    The lengthy practice is a solitary pursuit.
When one learns of themselves and their limits,
    As they search for the perfect shot to execute.

So these players swing and stroke to oblivion,
    Since that's required to perform and display.
With countless hours bearing all the expense forwarded,
    To achieve levels of greatness along the way.

No matter when one begins in this journey,
    It's soon realized that this is a lifelong exam.
Even as technology tries to improve one's every effort,
    The basics remain, all the rest is a scam.

Now history would grant the Scots with its origins,
    Yet the world now possesses all the blame.
Though it seems to disallow for any favor,
    Towards any unwilling to improve their golf game.

needless tension

someone attempts to cheat us
which we disallow 
tension heightens, tempers flare
harsh words are exchanged

hmmm

what could or should we have done
to offer a face saving route
to the wayward soul

we so reflect …

Hello Palestine

Hello Palestine, 
have you seen the headlines today:
400 US federal workers tendered their resignation over the war, seeking ceasefire.  And a Vietnam war veteran donated his pension to Palestine relief fund. Also at Brandeis the president was sacked for violating US Constitution, and was seen packing back to a Kibbutz near Gaza.  Send them back, I say, to disallow infecting American democracy such.  Palestine will never be free when those scoundrels have the upper hands. 
And this just came in, sky over Gaza is clearing, the mist is gone and plenty of sunshine for the foreseeable future, enough to bring the birds out again, singing to the tune of Glorious Palestine, from river to the sea, this holy land shall always be free from the smug of racists and supremacists, clinging to their dystopia of land without Palestinians. Their days are numbered and nightmare is over, hello freedom, hello justice's return after the snub of cold shoulder for a generation.
Gaza cafes are now open again, markets filled with fresh fruit, and children playing with new toys donated from good will citizens of Tel Aviv and East Jerusalem.  It is good to live free again.

If I Were Your Love

If I were your love and you, mine,
I would ask Earth to steady your way 
and provide smooth race to the last line
with a paved path so you won’t stray.

If I were your love and you, mine,
I would ask Wind to sing a song
of love and ardor so sweet and fine,
you would agree that we belong.

If I were your love and you, mine,
I would ask Fire to spur you on
encouraging your passions to align,
and lay your fervor to bear upon.

If I were your love and you, mine,
I would ask Water to cool your brow
with soothing sounds In rhythmic time
and troublesome worries to disallow.

If I were your love and you, mine,
I could dream a life of grandeur sublime.

Take Me To Nirvana

At the time, just around twilight 
When it’s neither dark nor light 
For some profound thoughts to reflect  
Snub evil ideas that infect the intellect
Wrap around you a swathe of silence 
Peel off layers from your conscience 
Where there’s no sense of shame or regret
Feeling neither guilt nor in despair, fret,
Find a purpose in the labyrinth of the mind
How vast our wants, our thoughts how blind,
Disallow all that your teachings suggest 
The way to Nirvana within yourself did rest.


~09/09/22
~Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol. 32
~Sponsor: Edward Ibeh.

Powder Keg

Political expedience at the fork of the road is best 'not taken'.

Often, such a choice is enameled with deceit and self-interest.

Wars, especially civil wars, do not settle the causes of the conflict.

Divisions and conflicting ideologies persist like a simmering powder keg.

Every effort should be exhausted in order to disallow each volatile situation.

Reckless disregard for history is a breathing ground for chaos and confusion.

Keeping the Peace, though never cheap, is far more cost effective than war.

Elections in some places are believed to be fraught with fraudulent returns.

Generations prior, through trust in God and proven principles, found a way for political civility.

063021PSCtest, This Or That, Vol 4, Edward Ibeh. HM

Vaporised Self

before intent becomes action
void of pregnant pause manifests
wherein we find liberation
simply choosing therein to rest

once we get on mind a handle 
before intent becomes action
disallow ego to meddle
presence poised in animation

pristine awareness gains traction
having surrendered all doing 
before intent becomes action
devoid of resistance flowing

ridiculous ease of this path
celebration in cessation
each moment a holy sabbath 
before intent becomes action

18-June-2021

Our World Has Changed

Oh, how our world has changed!
   Our days are rearranged-
this quarantine exchanged
   for freedom- so deranged.

How long- we do not know;
   the peak will come to show
a curve- and then plateau-
   at that, our hope may grow.

Oh, beautiful, spring days-
   we're missing your bright blaze;
forsythia's gold sprays
   and daffodil displays!

Our children rule us now-
   to leave home, disallow.
They bring sundries and chow-
   six feet apart allow.

If this could be a dream
   a nightmare's ghoulish scheme,
we'd sure wake up agleam-
   with joy, we'd dance and scream.

But, no- this nightmare's true;
   together, we'll pull through.
But- many perished too!
   We, quarantined, make do.


April 6, 2020

Premiere Contest: One On The Chin
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann

Save the World

Save the world 
Let the peaceful 
To be in peace
Cos the world 
Interrogates the innocent
For the rich to be stable
So disallow this act 
If you truly need to 
Save the world

Save the world
Deliver the world
Oh God 
Let humans be humans 
Again 
They have lost 
Gone too far 
From their origin
They believe their intelligence
Will survive them 
In a world they occupy
But can never own 
Yet they chose to destroy
It 
So I pray protect the world
And save the innocent who 
Will finally 
save the world

To the Unfamiliar Beautiful Girls

TO THE UNFAMILIAR BEAUTIFUL GIRLS-
(Israt Jahan & Jhing Atchi Madrigal)


wow so beautiful you are, the paragon of beauty
innocent the sight, the eyes, the nose, the lips, the chin…. 
why, why you are so beautiful to look 
oh I don't know 

but yeah 
last night I have a pain 
in the shadow dark of moon, 
last night I was alone 
oh my master, 
yeah my master of soul separated me
from his contemplation den,

this morning my master of soul 
has gone ,
yeah, has gone to his desired land 

now the butterflies circumambulating me 
I let them go to your beautiful eyes, lips, and chin 
but I won’t allow to touch you, 

the garden of rose gifted more flowers this morning, 
I let all to carry their fragrance to your nose
but I won’t allow them to make you allergic

 this that the flowing river 
builds in its stream the rhythm of liking
and I let it reside in your sense of beauty
but I don't allow to bother you, 

O beauty it's my intrinsic style of writing 
you may allow or disallow 
but I'm in me the real 
yeah, but I won't allow this reality to tease you 
via FB comment (don't mind/ CTG, BD, 11/12/19 3.30pm)

Always You and I

For Timothy Lee
Breathe in promised peace, Darling One – feel its ease, with heart try,
and know, as clouds never lose sky, there shall always be you and I.

In the lonely of lying, stilled-silence, disallow and
deny its hiss, then recall all my love insists:

I will ever still gild spaces in your mind
and you, the best traces inside my time.
Endurance in my love’s caress for you
is permanently ink-coursed in love’s verse.
My love for you lives in love’s eternal rhyme
and yours, for me, in its prose filled lines.
This life is but one variety portion of the
entirety in our love’s force for absorbing.
Until we again physically reunite,
I ask to bliss-feel your blown kiss each night.

Though varied skies must be, Darling One – remember, by and by,
still remains a sky of abiding air, just as fate retains soulmates paired.

I Disallow

There are times when it’s just them and I
I read them a book and then they try
We dance in the kitchen and sing really loud
I’m not good with structure, but fun is allowed

I let them be little, some say they’re wild
But I vividly remember, myself as a child
I still resent those foolish restrictions
So, one by one, out the window, I kicked them

I’m a race car driver on the fun, bumpy road 
I accelerate fast, just in time, I will slow
They hold up their hands and pretend to be flying
I brake for the curve.  I have perfect timing

I accrue a new accent, when I get a wild hair
I practice in public and strangers stare
It makes them chuckle, that I could be so bold
But age is a number, I’m really not old

I come up short in more ways than a dozen
I’m often excluded from adult discussion 
But I’m not aiming for the parenting standard
They can walk a straight line, but know when to swerve

They’re assured they are safe and most deeply loved
I lead by example and guide them above
It boils down to me doing, the best I know how
Your accusations are opinion and I disallow

Finally

Finally
Uninspired, indecisive
Uninterested and depressed
Demotivated, disenchanted
Heavy stones sit on my chest
Unrelenting is this feeling
Hopefully it’s just a phase
I must disallow this madness
It’s been going on for days
Disillusioned, disappointed
I am discouraged and dismayed
The distraction is alarming
Now I feel somewhat afraid
I have lost my pace and rhythm
All my planning is derailed
Dislocated is my focus
Why do I feel like I failed?
I detest my disposition
I despise this disarray
I demand an alteration
It should start without delay
All at once I start restoring
And I fix each thought and mood
Everything comes back together
And I finally feel good.

Wendy Nipas

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