Long Delegating Poems
Long Delegating Poems. Below are the most popular long Delegating by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Delegating poems by poem length and keyword.
Where Have All The Pretty Poets Gone?
A real poet are you, charismatic over everything you serve
Showcasing, a rainbow that folds the perfect worldwide perspective
I'm talking about flawless literature at its best no typos, no muss
Just a page full of boredom and rust
Thank you for having Lunesta all up in my head
It's like reading a poetry lesson, from the extras of The Walking Dead
An image frozen cold, waiting for inspiration to hit like Al Capone
I'm bored of your flora flamboyant language rocking me like stones
A psychedelic trip, into the odyssey of a blind man's tale
A home where I am pushed to open a dictionary & thesaurus with Braille
Wondering what you just said, --Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful day!
The best rocket pen poet in the USA Today,
Launching words like no tomorrow, a fool of wordplay and sorrow
A godlike guinea-pig genius, delegating poetry politician-style
Perhaps, one day you will become a famous writer
Burning books, like a cigarette lighter
Until then, enjoy pushing your pen as if it were cocaine,
Snorting up and cutting up the food chain in vain
Patronizing and ignoring those, for better or worse
A solo cup stuck up another cup, -won't even look my way
Correct me if you will, it's no big deal
Just don't forget to give me the same respect I offer you
Until then my pretty poetic friend, I kneel before no one
By: ME
5-25-14
In the beginning ...," roosts;
Christians and Jewish boosts.
Hubs stretched out their ellipsed
rung, un-Earth cures eclipsed
space; science clues darkling,
emerging as sparkling.
Up and down, primordial
chains--retards cordial.
Time slot checking briefly
when brain cells claim chiefly.
Focused an analyst
review a panelist,
truth and not devious;
now, post-, and previous.
Be of good health, nourish,
mindful, and to flourish
together ... we harness
our outreached true farness.
Constants are the scatheful,
equaled by the faithful ...
life marks trails that puncture
time cross-over juncture.
Naysayers, "That's crackpot!"
Truth smiles at the jackpot
as hopes, a bit mournful
of those fiercely scornful
Truth be told--mortified,
unseat those fortified,
advent-relegating
actions delegating,
doting are distinguished
evil hailed extinguished,
sage passage dutiful,
heart imparts beautiful.
Gauging your fealty
accents self-realty ...
descension diminished;
exalted goals finished.
Daily scriptures strengthen,
understanding lengthen
all regenerated
by the venerated.
A righteous behavior,
prophets teach, a savior ...
of a lost lamb was--not,
for The Shepherd does--not,
hence, Heaven will cherish,
hell reroutes won't perish,
reborn renews brilliance,
transforming resilience.
Standing in the garden, as I listen to the sound of the fluttering humming birds
Touch of Spring memories linger in the air as I stand at a complete loss for words.
Taste of wild honey from bumble jumbo honey bees
Romancing the palette of my mouth as I enjoy the sweet summer breeze.
Burst of colorful hues camp around me with all of nature’s natural creation
Beauty at its best without any flaw or abrasion.
Destroy the garden
Without sorrow nor pardon
Feel not pity and have no mercy
Excuses shouldn’t take no curtsy!
Excuses are solely mere lies
Clothed in deceptional disguise!
O how we nestle and cradle excuses drifted by the breeze
Constructing for them a nesting place in the hammock by the trees.
We crave honesty from others
Yet, hold tightly to excuses as if they were our brothers!
Care no more to build your excuses a rocking cradle
For those excuses will prove to be, someday, fatal
To self and others in the future – unforeseen –
To your goals – to your visions – and even your dreams!
Tear down the Garden of Excuses you have built
Let it all wither, dry and wilt
Make no more habitats until your excuses find a new lodging place
And stop yourself from advocating the case
So that you continue to harbor fictitious excuses
‘Lest you lock your garden gates to truth when it accuses!
How many dreams unreached?
How many goals have been breached?
How many visions never seen?
How many achievements achieved with spleens
As your excuses lay-on back
Retaining nothing but an empty sack
Cradled and nestling in your garden’s court
Delegating and demanding truth to abort?
Tear down the garden
Let your heart and mind harden
Without mercy nor pardon
Excuses are but lies deserving not your courtesy
For all excuses bring you nothing but malicious fallacies…•
A SEASON OF INDIGENCE
This drought and curse
Of hand to mouth;
An unrepentant encroachment of pauperism
Impregnating our back country
Discern,
Our bigwigs in back country
Stand aloof
While,
Season after season
Millions of Pickneys
Flourish with kwashiokor
I,
A son of the soil,
A citizen of the world
Peruse no light
At the end of the tunnel
Jet age swarmed us with gusto,
An age when birds
Learned to flutter incessantly
Criss crossing the Atlantic and Pacific oceans
Ushering in a pretence
In social change
Only to abscond
With it's tail between it's legs
Information age,
Just stirred from it's slumber
It's lazy eyes struggling to adjust
To our flickering fluorescent
Hard drive here....flash drive there.....
Mouse click left....mouse click right....
Still,
I see no light
At the end of the tunnel
Robots are now delegating affairs
Our barns are empty
Our children famished
Poverty is now an opium of humanity
Alas,
Third trimester of harbor, now in labor,
The Surgeon's predigious epidural hype
Adjudged below the belt, still born!
Doesn't money feel like slavery,
Delegating where you need to be.
Acquiring desires that are temporary,
Keeping you distracted so you can't see,
Because it's needed to feed the family.
As taxes accumulate rampantly,
The Rich ask the Poor for charity.
As they're selling life by the hour,
Devouring all our precious power.
Waiting to bloom like a flower,
Hour by hour Lives grind down.
Payday is owed to the town,
So there's never enough around.
The sound of new trends come around,
Throwing whats left to the ground.
Enjoying the new trend they found,
Cries of hunger all around.
Not a care in the world,
As they move toward alone.
It's time to cut the chord,
Tying us to money.
So we can see,
The power is in harmony.
Money was a fallacy,
Only gaining what was temporary.
Doing anything necessary just to carry,
Taking the power from you and me,
Stealing eternity,
You'll repeat it till you see.
I live a life of solitude, no one around
Following a spiral path, my life is downward bound
No value of life have I yet found
Just listening to the sound of distant gossip and chatter
My life is like the meeting of a rock and glass, all it can do is shatter
Fatter and fatter grow my tears each day
I live without trust and a heart that’s been broken in every single way
Oh, what a life of sorrow and despair
A life so pointless, to the point that no one even cares
For no one can bear, this timeless pain to endure
A road I’ve traveled one to many times
No gifts to enjoy, no one with whom to belove the joy of giving
At no point in time have I felt my life anything worth living
But I have been receiving, receiving suffering and tribulation
My heart has been imprisoned and longs for liberation
My mind is delegating on whether to let love in
When the mind clearly knows the heart will be broken again
My life light, seems to be becoming dim as life goes on
For my life is a mistake, a blessing gone wrong
For I can’t explain why I feel that I am stranded
And all my life I’ve felt alone and abandoned
S ubsequent period of flashbacks sunbath my heart
Acccosted my adjourned remembrance: got me intermittent
More laughter in disguise not to divulge the obscure
Stormed me in the cloud of memories that trigger apparently
Oh until those seem concerned appaer treacly
Nagging in the hospital of less or no patient
At your own best, your presence were felt to a fault
Krugerrand in making with no jetney-like behaviour
In no reluctancy of delegating resp. to Ina
No one has the great and genuine love shown after demise
When will there be menopause?
Ullage of good turn around preserve us
Most awesome possibility equisitely manage the emotional tug-of-war
It will take exceptionality to discover them in my treasure chest
OLABOSOYE_RIP
I often sit and witness the beautiful existence,
sparked by a yellow haze of a dying candle's flame,
my notations dancing leisurely with the seizure of it's shadow on the wall.
I am able to see the sculpted character of each letter, side by side,
easily defined by someone else, but I am also able to see
the imagery in my mind and the meaning only I can interpret myself.
I can feel the tactile property in the velvety smoothness of the paper
as it gently sways and hints at my hand, but I can also feel
the sensitive awareness of my sentiments passionately bestowed it unplanned.
I can smell the wick and the wax as it starts to collapse, but I can taste
the delicate discrimination in my own perception of things called facts.
I have a choice on how I let external circumstances impact how I react.
I am capable of delegating my footfalls, be it one, or twenty
on a path that I will allow no one to detract.
I will devour the mentation of any man or woman that airstreams
an implementation of how I should receive my own existence!
I can and will make a difference!
For strangers and in lives of those who wish to have me in theirs.
All I have to do is start somewhere and the visions, intuitions,
the care from within will come out and flow naturally.
I will not ignore pain, or anger, or sorrow because I don't understand it.
Or, because those around me can't appreciate a proper grieving.
I know that every tomorrow I'll feel it again, in that acknowledgment
consciousness breathes.
MY consciousness tonight lightly blew to life the manifestation
of my creative sense and it took my voiceless words
in synchronous act and produced a wistful song that seduced the silence.