Long Assessment Poems
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”Contests! We don’t need no stinking contests” sure
Email queries answered a contest sponsor
The names of the contestants
He knew before assessment
He failed to be a blind judgement dispenser.
In his self-chosen job he was dishonest
The prime placements of pride the poems could wrest
Not by poem quality
But by name identity
He made a farce of the poetry contest.
He once ran blank verse contest on open sky
A poet asked a question, he got reply
He submitted a blank page
Titled “ Sky’s Void Judges Gauge”
In the stinking contest he got a place high.
August 15, 2018
Syllable count : 11-11-7-7-11
(Checked on howmanysyllables.com)
Luscious librarian in lingerie lifting lemons on her laceration
Curiously classified texts are deemed completely conniving with affirmation.
Euphoric ergonomics easing established efficiency expert’s excitement.
Reluctant research rabbit is reminiscing about respectable replacement.
Culpable coalition is curiously creative yet cautious.
Tinkering tattle tales trust readily researched missives as responsible
Dramatic assessment of library’s assets leads to rebate of raspberry series.
Librarian’s granite faced boss demands retraction from newspaper
After news story of luscious lingerie-loving librarian living in library breaks.
On a sage green wall that once wore a blank look,
it dangles helplessly, without a complaint.
It is slightly askew, with a tilt to the left,
giving the viewer a crick of the neck
Hanging precariously, for an eager assessment
without much annoyance, or an "either" or an "or"
Just a "take me or leave me"
with a bolder assumption
that someone will like it, no fear of rejection.
No hesitation came from the hands
that restlessly hung it, with eagerly haste.
He hammered a nail with pride and conviction
and ardently placed it for eyes to embrace
Sharing a warmth of a seasonal decade....
this amateurish, yet delightful landscaped garden
sings in the sunshine, and smelling of springtime
shouting with color, and sprinkled with lavender
flavored with turpentine, and oil-painted rainbows
In the lower left corner, is an array of dahlias,
bursting with crimson, never changing or fading
never thirsty for water,
barren of a single, silent, dried up weed
and free of decay, dismay or mold
Now it is old.........dust to dust......ash to ash
he takes with him the pride he found
...still holding the brush stroke of a satisfied smile
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You've been there for me
steady as a rock
wiser than a sage in your assessment of things
and your insight on the things that I express
You have always told me the truth when
no one else would
you've shown me what it means to be honest
and face the truth when
the truth was the last thing I wanted to know-
I call you my miracle worker
a way shower of lost souls
a beacon that shines in the empty fog ridden day
where all the edges are blurred and run into
varying shades of grey
as last vestiges of good humor fade into silence...
you are rainbows
painted across my heart and soul.
Form:
Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit
Thinking myself
well versed in career and well placed in society
exploring multi - channels,
accessing success ,
being well known as a successful persona !
But in core of heart I am recluse.
Self assessment puts me in closed cocoon,
solely hidden out of sight of outer world.
Now It seems I am completely misfit
in continuous flow of present human life.
This is not my river where I am swimming !
This is not my place where I am staying !
This is not my field, where I’m working.
Me guite ignorant, bewildered,
unable to find way out.
I need cessation
for contemplation.
someone needs you
because of love
someone needs you
because of beautiful smiling
someone needs you
because of good behavior
someone needs you
because of peace assessment
someone needs you
because of inter-relative trust
someone needs you
because of the generous heart
someone needs you
because of humanity
someone needs you
because of true unity
remember
someone needs you
this world is your
this green field, forest; wild birds, flowers;
this pleasing shore of the river,
calm stream and its rhythm;
these rules and ruler
sure all are your
don't destroy this world
you won't be destroyed
-October 06,2019 Chattogram
Life is full of several good items, a mother is their bag
offspring, an addition to her toil but never considered a lag.
She is invaluable, even if wearing rag
family, career, society; yet suffers no drag.
Fertility is blessed for nature and humanity to brag
strong arms to protect, absolute care, the tag.
Breasts to nourish, the little life sings, not nag
love so wide, allowing everyone to wag.
Pure and simple is this heart that its muscles never sag
gives more and more, despite causing more than one gag.
Her tears give her strength much credence
her pain, devastating to pull down any fence
and gives stiff protection, which sometimes make no sense.
The cat easily licks the kitten at no expense,
curb, carried by the jaw of the lioness in full conscience.
Sweet responsibility not for sale, not even in pence,
colours existence beautifully and gives it true essence.
Oh these nurturing hands, beat the assessment of science.
For the bonding with her young, osmium is less dense,
true motherhood to every being is enough opulence.
I trust God* Who secures my salvation!
He guards my soul by His might’s protection…
He warms me in His fellowship’s embrace!
Without Him, I can’t run the divine race!!!
I esteem God Who seals my victory!
He arms my faith to spread Gospel story…
He communes with me and answers my plight…
Without Him, I can’t pray in sweet delight!!!
I thank God Who blesses my faithfulness!
He chastises my pride and selfishness
He rewards me by His work-assessment…
Without Him, I can’t face discouragement!!!
I love God Who revives my spirit daily!
Without Him, I can’t live marvelously!
*Psalm 73:28 But it is good for me to draw near to God: I have put my trust in the Lord GOD, that I may declare all thy works.
July 6, 2018
6th Place, "Your Best Sonnet 2018" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 7/8/2018.
I gave up years ago
I just never quit.
Y’know, as in stopped
Being who I am.
I had an early revelation
That not everyone would like me
When I realized that I didn’t like everybody.
Thus, I endeavored to solve the dilemma
By just being me with all of them
It worked, well….a little anyway
As some who didn’t like me
Began to like me
That forever “equal and opposite” rule
Evened things out.
I believe I am a funny guy
Alas, not all agree with this assessment
Some say that I go too far
Others hope I never return
As I said “I gave up years ago”
But I never quit.
Y’know…blowing bubbles in my chocolate milk
Licking my ice cream bowl
Building things with my mashed potatoes
Splashing in rainy day puddles