Long Asseveration Poems

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Premium Member Learn To Live For One Another

LEARN TO LIVE FOR ONE ANOTHER

Simple are the laws of pristine nature
Flowers bloom, birds sing in simple manner
*****sapiens didn’t foresee mind of future
How complex it’d become on verge of being sinner.

Evolution constructed sets of human values
Empathy embedded in good will became a trait,
An axiomatic need, survival instincts invented to use
In structured societal norms not resigned to fate.

Complex times clouded the modern minds’ vision
Altruistic intents appear shrouded by motive ulterior
Social chaos sends dire message with asseveration
It’s time now we learn how to live for one another.

March 29, 2018.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia - Don'T Let the Title Put You Off Reading

The sponsor chose words I’ve never heard of before
So if I don’t win the contest I’ll declare he’s a bore


It’s axiomatic that I’ve an altruistic attitude
But I don’t give a fig if folks think that I’m rude!

I’ll sign a declaration of my asseveration
Then bare my teeth like an angry Alsatian!

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is the fear of long words
Is this word some kind of cynical joke aimed at dim witted nerds!


REQUIRED WORDS axiomatic, altruistic, asseveration

Tongue  firmly in cheek poem for contest


Triple A Challenge
Sponsored by Robert Haigh

4/15/18
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Where Can They Go

Where Can They Go?


So axiomatic, they'll be displaced
     from forest homes, they harbored many years.
          Now, over time, their shelters were replaced;
               their land dug up by building engineers.

The deer and fox, wild turkeys, many more
     inhabited these backwoods, then pristine, 
          along the banks of nearby river shore,
               enjoying nature's ways, yet hardly seen.

But, now they're roaming in our private yards;
     no longer can enjoy their wild enclave.
          Their virgin forest bulldozed, ground to shards.
               No altruistic thoughts the builders gave.

Rejecting asseveration - no regards,
              their mega-mansions built with disregards.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Triple-A Challenge
Sponsor: Robert Haigh
Required Words To Use: axiomatic  altruistic  asseveration
Form: Sonnet

The Charlatan

The Charlatan

In honesty young Sir, I have good reason to doubt,
When you tell me “My word is my bond.”
I fear your insistent asseveration is but a scam,
With hope to take my chattels and abscond. 

You talk in a manner of self-confidence,
It would be easy to succumb to your plan.
A charlatan, a dishonest schemer, a cheat,
Not as you assert, “the epitome of an altruistic man”

I have testimony to your wicked villainy,
From a Woman of good character and trust.
It is self-evident, positively axiomatic,
You are but a common thief; 
I feel only disgust.

for Roberts Triple A Challenge contest
© Kevin Shaw  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Discernment bass Ensemble

Tristanism and Isoldetation
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Written By:Piegato Al Suo Volere
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Sculped by the happens I stood frozen
a statue on a pedestal
to which occurrences the creator speaks
each asseveration a new script to follow
Often he'd  cite others looking at her
or some smiling and gaining her attention
he di it so often until I just
started cheating on him she told a friend.
to which had been found untrue.
 She had meet him while
having a relationship a half hearted relationship
another guy she said it seems we meet those
who love  us most within days of each.
One relationship faded and another sprung up 
insurmountable trust issues open doors to
new loves she said.
              
  Oh than are we loved
  might the nights keep
  us lonely
  only to find love and
   be disappointed
   an ode to understanding
   that I might determine
   my unavoidible fortune

String of Evening: Bassoons  Night
percussive rhythmictation
all is right
Form: Ballad


Mine Gerund Tilling Illogical Weltanschauung

Twas accursed destiny
     since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,

     viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
    eldest sister struck like diamondback
surrogate "mother" role

     assumed tubby exact
protectorate pseudo fullback
against cruel beastie boys
     bullying barbs

     comeuppance giveback
pummeling spongiform
     gray matter (yours truly)
     fisticuffs she didst highjack

proxy mothering
     kept corporeal essence intact
jilting nefarious nemesis aligned
     (maligning) and stalking,

     this fee-fi-fo-fum
     ordinary bean sized Jack
are runt (arrant) cowardly
     (non lion) nerdy lad owning a knack
courage lack this glum

     older married chap doth adumbrate
     satisfactory accomplishments lack
king, where crazy quilt aimless wandering
     described purposeless multitrack

thus, sympathetic
     to hue men/women nonblack
or decimated aborigines
     once populating Australian outback

existential nihilism would,
     undergirding hypothetical 
     unwritten paperback
with little need to prevaricate,
     nor appear as quack

pot, one measly *****sapiens,
     who accrued millennial palimpsest zeitgeist
     where, punctured
     disequilibreated psyche dust rack

asper protean (in utero)
     multitudinous setback
soundlessly resonating
     with concussive thwack

as this rickety ship of state
     (a haunted junk ket)
     unwanted emotional ballast to unpack
asseveration, asper assiduously

     preferably welcoming 
     dry suction no vac
jar this pawn (knight wannabe
     in his bishop rick) torrid

     me psychological wrack
king within (castle keep)
     complex edifice shackled
     in dungeon with repast constituting.

Premium Member Confidence In the Presence of God

God’s presence* in my life daily is my utmost desire

Such is axiomatic every time I wake up ‘til I retire...

His peace is what I want to reign over me surely

To conquer my fears triumphantly.

In His compassion is where I find freedom indeed

As I fellowship with Him, unmindful of time to exceed…

I thank His joy embracing me upon His certainty

Dispelling my thoughts of anguish and anxiety…

Thus, His guidance keeps me settled

Leading me to be altruistic where I’m lovingly handled...

His grace hedges me around His embrace 

Away from Him, my asseveration won’t have value-trace…	                  

Truly, victory awaits me thru His power

To bear service-fruits as His diligent sower!

*Psalm 116:14 I will pay my vows unto the LORD now in the presence of all his people.

April 18, 2018

Featured among Poems of the Week, February 24-March 2, 2025

7th place, "Triple A (axiomatic, altruistic, asseveration) Challenge - 14 Lines Maximum" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert Haight; judged on 4/20/2018.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Premise

They were sitting in an old-fashioned coffee house unraveling the beans
Little nuggets of wisdom not coated in sugar not creamed by distortion

Is the concept of minimal maxims truly axiomatic when we promise each
other to be of altruistic and selfless composure just discussing an argument

I shall buy you another round of caffeine infusion it helps to concentrate
on general truths like only finding solutions from rightful beginnings and logic

Existence comes before essence let us live to the fundamental potential of
talking the talk and walking the walk on that long road of questions and mind

Should we not metaphorically speaking assassinate that honest asseveration
persevere deliberate bite the bullet that fact lies in the eye of a sharp needle

I forgot to bring my nook split hooks today I feel naked can you not see it
The fabric of meaning is a bit stitched up today but the coffee hits home

Valid reasoning from a sound premise (the coffee house) to a grand finale
Whose paradigm what dictum which virtue or just idle talk brewing to where

Premium Member Handiwork

As human beings, we are set a trust

          Dominion over all such lesser things

                    Yet it's axiomatic that we turn to dust

                              The best of what our erudition brings



We take a fertile clay in hand to mold

          The asseveration of our bright intents

                    To throw upon life's wheel and thus behold

                              The magic that our work and will relents



But much of what we strive for falls away

          Our altruistic hopes and aims devoured

                    By all that glitters gold with glut and pay

                              The milk of our accomplishment so soured



Perhaps if we'd first taste that bitter cream

                              We'd shape a world more fit ... our childrens' dream.




~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Late April Standard Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.

~ 2nd Place ~  in the "Triple A Challenge - 14 Lines Maximum" Poetry Contest, Robert Haigh, Sponsor.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member I Rather See You Alive I Don'T Care To See You Dead

I RATHER SEE YOU ALIVE       I DON'T CARE TO SEE YOU DEAD

                   Adjective it's axiomatic one must plan for ones death;
                                 Do due diligence take those steps;
           Establishing comprehensive plans, undertaken a prospective stand;
                       I am altruistic against viewing someone in a coffin;
                           The world laughs not many friends scoffing;
            I'd rather see you alive, than see you in your personal genocide;
    I don't care to see you dead, being in asseveration for not planning ahead;
                      It's inevitable that this physical body of ours will die;
                                 Leave not the burden on our family;
          So financially, one should plan, it's axiomatic one plans for death;
                                      This is the last visual test;
                          I'm altruistic against viewing one in a coffin;
Eyes closed no breathing, soul gone on in, asseveration for not planning ahead;
                       The funeral final physical placement of the dead;


                                                4/10/18
                    Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Form: Rhyme

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