Dispense With Poems | Examples

Allegory - or - Fanfare for Corpocracy's Rise

In silence, we watch shadows pass
they shape our thoughts and feed the farce

Moulding lives to fit the lies
that see us strive, conform and die

And scared of what we do not know
we do not move or seek to go

But idle in their well known forms
find safety in such practised norms

There is no need to speculate
the shadows teach us fear and hate

Breed small world views and selfish thoughts
dispense with troubling shoulds and oughts

It matters not what's right or wrong
so long as we all nod along

While voices preach invented truths
to justify each new abuse

As newborn Gods, those few rich men
close liberty's gate and lock the pen

Embrace what once seemed quite absurd
they are the path, we are the herd

In barless cages, through blinkered eyes
accepting corporate sponsored rise

The missing light upon that wall
...an absence which now stains us all

(Image credit: Sara Fang)

Just Desserts

Soup, salad – appetizers
  Cookies, cake – desserts

Appetizers to whet our appetites
   Desserts to satisfy them

But what if we served desserts first
  After the entrée, would we still
    have room for appetizers… 

Dispense with the appetizers
  There’s always room for desserts

When Lightning Strikes

When lightning strikes post thunderclap
stout, sturdy, stems do sometimes snap.
Fires are kindled in a flash
turning things we treasure to ash.

 From high above mountains and hills
lightning strikes men and maims or kills.
That’s when our gut grim grief doth grip
and chafe our soul as with a whip.

When death like lightning strikes a soul
sorrow and sobbing take their toll.
Mere mortals some their Maker curse
 while others Job-like faith do nurse.

When sorrow and strife stalk your soul
let not your mind sink to Sheol.
Look up instead to God above
And let Him heal your heart with love.
 
The choice you make can build or break
your trust in God, so, stay awake.
Your enemy lurks like a snake
to tempt your God to forsake.

When like just Job your faith is tried
Humble yourself, dispense with pride.
Trust God, and with firm faith abide,
let His promises be your guide.

Why God Needs Us

Some people claim that our God doesn’t need us
Mighty and great that He is
He could dispense with the trouble to feed us
He doesn’t get us, gee whiz

Man is a notion of love and devotion
Fathered by God on a whim
He is the wheel that set us in motion
Though our prognosis is grim

People forget that a family with children
Multiplies joy by their love
Parents are happy to help us, until then
Pray to your father above

We love the people we serve, is the saying
Sharing what many have said
But we are serving to love, and displaying
All the ways loving is spread

This is the reason that our parents need us
We need each other to live
Life is much more than somebody to breed us
Love is the strength to forgive

God really needs us for loving each other
And for the love, He needs too
Even our Father and Heavenly Mother
Just aren't the same without you.

I Surrender

I surrender,
I have fought the good fight,
I have outlasted most,
In the fight that is seemingly lost.

I will leave the battlefield.
To spend more time with my grandson,
So one day in the future he might be the one,
To stop the slide into oblivion,
Of a once proud language,
That used pictures sparingly, 
With the words, the main focus for the telling of the story.

Now the English language could be better understood by
The ancient Egyptians.
Or those who have not graduated from, only looking at
The pictures in any book they happen to come across.

I am no longer up to reading between the lines,
When scanning for news that is not fake,
Or guessing the relationship between the picture,
And the main story.

A by-line of a senior journalist,
No longer a guarantee,
Of good grammar or an ability to spell.

So, I surrender,
To the new order,
And will no longer,
Fret about when to use a comma,
I may even dispense with spell check.

I will, however, leave space enough
Just in case there is anybody out there,
Who can still read between the lines.

The Universe Rings

Lift your face to the sun;
Heart bells of elation,
Ring and renew the spirit.

Souls music needs no technology to play;
Angels tutor the soul,
In the compositions of ecstasy;
Such orchestras are eternal.

Mortal ears never hear what the soul’s do.
The ability exists, in the ears of belief.

The baffle of mortality;
The muffler that stifles a spirit’s songs, is a thief.

Science is the profiteer that 
deludes the singing soul into silence.

Dispense with the facts;
Sit in the silence to hear the concert of your life.

Halloween Night

Halloween night is supposed to be scary
Peopled by spooks and goblins, most of them hairy  
     But where I come from it's quite festive and merry
     Sugarplums dancing, accompanied by faeries

Then there's the time-honored custom of trick-or-treating
'Course, as any trick-or-treater will tell you, it's all in the eating
     But where I'm from we dispense with the preliminaries
     Just one thing on our itinerary -- confectioneries

Now as to the matter of witches on broomsticks, cackling high overhead
And the spirits and ghosts that allegedly rise up from the dead
     We don't subcribe to that spooky nonsense
     What we do is burn incense and sniff frankincense

Not to leave out the garish jack-o-lanterns' macabre grins
The eerie haunted houses with their swinging skeletons
     Sorry to disappoint you, but we simply dispense with that stuff
     ~ In our nudist colony, where tradition's remade in the buff

                          
                            October 23, 2018

A Flash of Light

Wear love like a caftan,
Less room for grief, she says.

Names entered into his notepad, 
Without explanation.

The unlimited expanse in which
All objects are contained.

A flash of light,
As if a bit of electricity has escaped.

You must find out how
To empty the molten pool.

In that Basin of Prophesy the Muses sing.
In the Chalice of Fantasy the Fates weave.

How do you kill a man?
Hit him three times!

Note: "Contemporary ghazals generally dispense with thyme and emphasize the shifts between couplets." John Drury, The Poetry Dictionary, Story Press, 1995, page 120.

E Pluribus Unum

It’s time, by now, we did away with nations.
I tell you, hand on heart beneath the flag,
This jingo jag has now become a drag.
Those puerile patriotic palpitations
had meaning only when we lived in tribes.
Today our people mix and mingle freely –
so can’t we now dispense with Horace Greeley,
and wetbacks, wops and wogs, and all those jibes?

Since nations never have a sense of humour,
it’s little wonder why we have these wars.
We need a change of heart.  Embrace the cause:
don’t split us into gooks or spooks or squaws,
or hicks or micks or spicks, or baby-boomers.
One nation under God, we’re all consumers.

Rubbish Poem, Do Not Read

Gonna improve my poetry
gonna dispense with stupid rhymes
I'll never again force it together
instead I'll write those random lines

It's suppose to be all modern
avant garde sort of thing
concentrating just on “feelings”
keeping it concise, with well, zing!

But to be perfectly honest
I'm finding it hard to do
You see, for me, rhyming
well... its really my literary glue

But I promise to do my best
be conscious of bad habits
analyse my lines so very closely
and change them where I can

In a Perfect World

In a perfect world, death comes when we sleep,
And the sun always sets and rises.
The eyes of a child will never weep,
And their lives always fill with surprises.
The face of man will turn away from war,
And give a helping hand to those in need.
The sharing of harvest, the open door.
Power of humility we concede.
To gather in kindness, to welcome peace,
And walk through our days with a gracious hand.
To dispense with hate, so it won't increase,
With the years we measure to understand.

   In a perfect world, everyone is free,
   And righteous calls are silent, none foresee.


contest In a Perfect World
2/10/16

An Extraordinary Blend

Your wit is as sharp as any knife,
for it never gets dull from neglect.
And an aura surrounds you in life,
your presence has a magic effect.

You share your wisdom with one and all,
a simple truth you dispense with pride.
And lift me up from a painful fall,
confidence evident in your stride.

You cultivate what is best in me,
as I feel a smile slowly begin. 
And you do your best to help me see,
sadness should never be locked within.

I feel so lucky to have found you,
you are an extraordinary blend.
And you do what no one else can do,
for you're both my lover and my friend.

Full of Compassion

Full of Compassion

Would you require or really need a referee
To separate poor poetry writing from exemplary
There are certain people who look toward
Receiving big prizes or maybe an award.

As for me, I am a simple and plain type
So everyone can dispense with all of the hype
Keep things at a minimum as well as short
Especially if talking about child support.

Discovered to Poetry Soup was doing my duty
By writing one more poem that is a beauty
Which I am sure by many will be found
Why in sorrow should you want to be drowned?

Read my many marvelous poems instead
Before lonely, pathetic  path ever being lead
Maybe a re-hashing will save from trashing
Love all of your comments full of compassion.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

There are quite a few important things to
be considered and pondered over here.

Becoming An Impish Troll

Becoming an Impish Troll

I am about to block you for becoming a troll
Maybe too much attention from her I stole
We should dispense with all of the suspense
My poems compared to hers make more sense.

Sense of humor should start to have
To heel all wounds providing the salve 
Did you actually think I become delirious
And her would start taking very serious.

So she should start seeing the similarity
Us here at Poetry Soup love hilarity
Also before I start forgetting to mention
Destroy all ranks that do have dissension.

All of my fans out there are you all okay
Never take anything serious that I say
Why would another riot I want to incite
More poems to write do want to invite.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

PS. So if foul is foul and fair is fair
Go ahead and block me, I don't care.

If I am so really bad, why have  
I received these nice comments?

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/soon_to_be_poem_of_the_day_657237

We Are Stuff As Dreams Are Made On

A bird in hand is worth two in the woods
Teaches us to take care not to be greedy
In the air, quite very easy to build castles
The water and the image are not a reality.

The image of sky and pool, even the wood
This material world is, philosophically, illusion.
We know the way to create imaginary world
We humans can not dispense with illusion.

Now slowly taking the hands apart or aside
The water, the image will disappear soon
It was just an illusion in one’s mind created
We live immersed in dreams and illusion.

“We are stuff as dreams are made on and
Our little life is, with a sleep, surrounded”*

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Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest : Pick a line any line      
6th place win

This sonnet was written earlier by me (The Universe is Maya "Illusion") but
I revised and changed the title of the poem)

 *A quote from William Shakespeare

* Maya means illusion in Indian languages.


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