I hate the way that voices
Echo
Make me feel like a tool
Or in rooms, when it’s introduction time
And they expect you to bloom
Icebreakers are a kind of chore I’m used to doing, too
But still I feel kind of closed-off
When it hits
The room
Chip on
My shoulder like
Little plastic bags
They drown my voices and take up space in my head
I used to fear the
Echoes but then I started to feel a bit better
But then there were the school holidays and
Alone it all crashed like the weather
Categories:
icebreakers, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Among the smiles and laughter
Stories and incidents echo
Ice drinks as icebreakers
Singing songs in falsetto
Found the noise unreasonably calm
Inside wars took a sudden halt
Shedding away pieces of joy
Numb mind pondering who's at fault
Insecurities floating on top
The crowd became an excuse to stop
Music to ears felt indifferent
Life's elements lost its coherence
Stress and anxiety surrounds by
Fast moving lifestyle with hue and cry
Seeking When all this will pause
When heart takes the charge and mind withdraws
Thoughts are contained for a second
Inner peace is felt and reckoned
Manifest self love and shed the strain
It is not worth to let urself go in vain
Categories:
icebreakers, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Call the Dalai Lama, Christ
Mohammed, and the Fates
Call the Druids, and the Rabbis
Call the angels, and their mates
Call the scientists and physicists
To measure and collate
Call psychologists who understand
And artists who create
Call the clowns who see things sideways
And the writers who narrate
Get them all around the table, midst
The wildly spinning plates
With biscuits, tea, and fairy cakes
And someone to translate
Doing icebreakers, and mindfulness
And role play, and debate
And let them come up with a miracle
This madness to abate
That will stop the Trump thing in his tracks
Or trip him on a trait
For Hilary’s annoying
And her shiny hardness grates
But Trump will make the USA
A horrid hell of hate
Let’s hope that this committee
Of all the good and great
Who wield the wisdom of the world
And spiritual weight
Can devise some cosmic strategy
The Trump thing to deflate
Before America becomes
The Disunited States
© Gail Foster 2016
Categories:
icebreakers, america, confusion, fear, image,
Form: Rhyme
It needs so long to cry a river.
It takes too much to bring the Pain.
As postman never knows receiver
There's no point further to sustain
This gorgeous number of skyscrapers,
When each of them is based on clouds.
Only the fleet of huge icebreakers
Can bear crashing down all doubts.
The 'outstanding', 'cheap' or 'priceless' -
We all are here to measure Path,
However, when it comes to 'brightness'
All argues always end in wrath,
All changes always end in violence.
Don't look for Truth beneath the scenes.
It has been made to guard the Silence
And born the awesome children - Sins.
The greatest puzzle of Existence
Is how to Think but not to Judge,
How (overcoming the resistance
Of sludge and bitter taste of grudge)
To gather soul's bits and pieces
And stitch the armor for you All
From dust, from mourning and diseases,
To learn in them at least to crawl.
There is a sense in every picture,
There is a Cross for every line.
And each word's doomed to be a mixture
Of tremble, overcome and tine.
2.02.2013.
NikA
Categories:
icebreakers, metaphor,
Form: Verse
not just any jokes;
but a humorous prank,
in dirty deeds and actions.
a banana peel for slipping,
a whoopie cushion for surprising.
series of sarcasms for icebreakers,
at last, untold execution of tickling for random giggles.
and maybe a secret diss in your wish list.
Categories:
icebreakers, funny, happiness, humorous,
Form: Rhyme