Long Elective Poems
Long Elective Poems. Below are the most popular long Elective by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Elective poems by poem length and keyword.
Collar me as homeless, see I'm a street scholar. I want
your sense, not your pennies, I need your time, not a dollar.
The ghost of yesterday is on post. With an innermost desire
to set the future on roast. like a dormant disease, waiting
for the passing of all with some expertise. Popping in and out
like a striptease. Looking for the perfect moment to seize.
It already knows your surname. With our forefathers it played
the same game. Like a virus in our mainframe. the program is to
bring us to shame. And it's so precise, towards one another
we're as cold as ice. Racism is but one device. Yet Bush and
Blair swear we're in paradise. Maybe I'm over protective. Or I'm
right and the constitution is ineffective. Hearing me out is a course
elective. But this demon is not selective. Can I show you that hate
is a pride supplement? Pay attention, segregation is a Nation of Islam
instrument. The twin towers and the war on terror is more than
subsequent. Take it at face value, the truth is self-evident.
Anti-patriotic, no, I'm making good on my pledge of alligence.
My right to free speech allows me to write my grievance. Satan is
clever. Level with me, the devil has a miraculous endeavor.
It's evident that he's confident, allow him to win never. Not
every blessing you receive has a heavenly birth. Did not Satan
give Jesus a way to rule every kingdom on this earth? Over
your life, Heavon and hell both have a perch. This line in real
time, minimum wages is a measurement of worth. Scientist's
are quick to state energy can neither be created nor destroyed.
So what became of the destructive powers that Hitler
employed? Could it be that American could fill the void?
Look at Nazis, then peep the way American troops have
been deployed. How many lives lost for the sake of freedom
in this hour. Stop. I'm speaking on the Iraqi's with a
statement that spread "black power". Can I relate Plymouth
Rock to a twin tower? Or can you see that history is back to devour.
Form:
You wear your shoes on your hands;
Even thought you walk, your crawling;
Giving lip service, dog calling;
Cat got you cotton-fur;
Babies in day-cares falling on the floors;
even a blind man can see;
even a paralyzed person call walk
just about...
run in hide
hide and run
little Debbie's got a gun;
run in hide
just about
run N hide
there's a rolled down window in that Cadillac;
just a matter of your perspective;
a matter of time before they elective;
you speak lies even with a spoon in your mouth;
you might a well be eating a whole raw Rainbow Trout;
wash N dime;
Four-dollar dry;
just about
run in hide
hide and run
little Debbie's cake got a gun;
run in hide
just about
even a blind man can see;
even a paralyzed person call walk
just about...
run in hide
hide and run
Got a fork tongue all because you choose to follow the wrong voice;
Now you must live with that your choice;
Mouth open wide, teeth split tongue circumcise
Mind void of logic;
Even thought you walk, your crawling;
Giving lip service, dog calling;
Cat got you cotton-fur;
Babies in day-cares falling on the floors;
even a blind man can see;
even a paralyzed person call walk
just about...
run in hide
hide and run
little Debbie's cake got a gun;
run in hide
just about
run N hide
there's a rolled down window in that Cadillac;
just a matter of your perspective;
a matter of time before they elective;
you speak lies even with a spoon in your mouth;
you might a well be eating a whole raw Rainbow Trout;
yet you still doubt;
aa speechless man can talk;
a lame man can walk;
even a blind man can see;
look at me, no really look at me;
even a worm in the ground can run;
with you their hands are waving in the air;
as they declare
just about...
run in hide
hide and run
little Debbie's cake got a gun;
run in hide
just about
well tell me what do you think
just about...
run in hide
hide and run
little Debbie's got a gun;
run in hide
just about
run N hide
Form:
#YO! MY SOUL ACHES IN LONGING FOR MORE INSTRUMENTATION THAT MASSAGES, SOOTHES AND BRINGS A SPECIAL SOLACE THAT I NEED...
THIS IS WHAT "ADRIAN'S THEME" BRINGS TO ME!
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND IMAGINE, DIVING INTO A WARM SEA ENCOUNTERING IMAGES OF VIVID COLORED CORAL AND ROCK...
PLUM/ORANGE/TURQUOISE & BLACKBERRY. AS WELL, A NEWLY DISCOVERED HUE POPS OUT IN THIS TERRITORY, OH SUCH ENVELOPING GLORY! AWAKENINGS YOU'VE NEVER KNEW EXISTED IN THIS STORY...
YOU SEE SEALIFE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE, BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE! ! !
IN THIS IMAGINATION, YOU'RE ABLE TO BREATHE, SLOWLY EXPLORE, TO TRULY LET YOURSELF GO! IN THE MIDST, YOU HEAR YOUR FAVORITE INSTRUMENTATION...
THIS ARRANGEMENT BRINGS YOU AN OUT OF BODY SENSATION, AND ITS A
B L I S S YOU'D NEVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE! ! !
THE CHORDS AND NOTES TAKES YOU ON A JOURNEY "JUST FOR YOU" AND THIS IMMERSION OF SOUND AND SOLACE IS SO STUPENDOUS...THAT YOU NEVER WANT IT TO END. IT FEELS SO PHENOMENAL AND YOUR ELATION IS LATER REPORTED AS JUST TREMENDOUS! "HOW WONDROUS!!!"
ANYTIME AN INSTRUMENTAL GIFT, WHERE WORDS ARE SILENCED BUT OUR SPIRIT IS SPEAKING OUT, CRYING OUT...
FEED ME! LEAD ME! PROCEED WITH ME!
NOTHING ELSE CAN QUENCH MY THIRST THE WAY YOU MUSICALLY HAVE HYDRATED MY DRIEST, DEEPEST, DEPTHS OF ME!
NOTHING CAN COMPARE TO THEE, IT'S A SATURATION OF SUPERB IMMENSITY!
IT'S REACHED SPIRITUAL LISTENING...
AND THIS IS MY TRIBUTE TO A DEEP DIVE, UNKNOWN PARTS OF ME CAME ALIVE...
"ADRIAN'S THEME" PLEASE TAKE A LISTEN, IT'S SUPREME! I UNDERSTAND MUSIC IS SUBJECTIVE...
HOWEVER,
WHATEVER YOUR SONG OF CHOICE, WITH OR WITHOUT VOICE...
LET ME KNOW, WHAT IS Y O U R SPIRITUAL LISTENING AND ANSWERING* ELECTIVE?
YO! "I'D REALLY APPRECIATE TO KNOW!"
MEANWHILE, I'M GOING BACK DEEP DIVING, EACH TIME IS A NEW EXPERIENCE AND TAKEAWAY, NOTHING CAN MATCH SUCH A PERSONAL V I B I N G...
IT'S AN UNFORGETTABLE DESCRIBING!
INDEED.
Renee D Gross {GHPPR} October 19, 2023#
#YOU Awake! Time to Partake!
What's at Stake? What's your Perspective?
What's your Objective? Never Be Ridged...
Choose Another Elective, You Can BE Selective!
AHH YES! NOTHING LESS!
BE YOUR BEST!!! "SHINE DEVINE!!!"
SEE THAT SUN...
FEEL THAT SUN...
THEN MATCH THAT SUN!
WHAT YOU THINK, LINK AND DO,
YES YOU...(SAYING, DISPLAYING)
REFLECTS THROUGH!~~~
YOUR THOUGHTS, WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT,
HOW YOU VIEW YOUR SELF...
DOES IT MIRROR {PRICELESS WEALTH}?
I'M REFERRING TO YOUR MIND...
ARE YOUR THOUGHTS GENERALLY KIND?
DO YOU HONOR YOU, IN *ALL* THAT YOU DO?
"IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO!" NO POINT TO AWAIT...TO!~ {SMILE}
I heard her say, my picture is hideous, so ugly and utterly!
But, there's ANOTHER Discovery...
Change THE Perception, TAKE No Exception...
AND Allow YOURSELF To, Become With ONE... ENLIGHTENED...
NOT FRIGHTENED, BUT HEIGHTENED! ! !
"LIKE THE SUN! AS YOU BECOME ONE, WITH IT!~"
He spoke with bitterness, no tenderness, you can sense there's a hole, massive...in his Soul!
YET, It's NOT To Late, Which is GREAT To
CHOOSE To Become *WHOLE*...
An EMPHATIC Goal...A MINDSET CHANGE!
THIS WILL IMPROVE AND EXPAND RANGE
TOWARDS *BETTERMENT* INDEED,
TAKE HEED..."NOT DETRIMENT!~"
YOU'VE Arrived to the end of the day...
How Did You Feel, In Terms Of {INLAY}
Did Actions Coincide With What Was Said...
Did You Filter All Garbage That Invades Your Head?
INSTEAD...
Did YOU Become, With "ONE"
The *SUN* AND...The *DEPTH* ?
YOU DID!!!! "JOYOUS BLESSINGS"... :-)
SPLENDID!!! "SOUL *GOLD* FULFILLMENT"
WHAT A POWERFUL, MEANINGFUL,
{MIND"FULL" /ALIGNED"FULL"} REFLECTION!
*MAJESTIC BRIGHT* *ULTRA LIGHT*
"Y*O*U" I KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU... :-)
AN INDELIBLE ILLUMINATION! ! !
HOW WONDERFUL IS THAT...
YA' KNOW...
TO CHOOSE, CHANGE, EVEN *CHEER*
"SUCH SUPERB A N D STUPENDOUS ELATION~~~~~!"
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} June 13, 2023#
I see, and fear, a trumpian landscape,
usually, and more casually, outside any safe inside sanctuary.
Infrequent glances inside windstorms
and rivers of underground currents
surreptitiously culture shape
mold
transform vertically visual landscapes,
motherlands of ecotherapy above, outside
forests and deserts,
Earth's inside
farms and gardens, windblown
oceans and continents in-between violent storms
and ego-magnetic rabid inside voices
from underground aquifers
reappropriating information originally borrowed
from outside sacred spaces
Now over-invested in big WhiteHouses for patriarchal elites
purchasing trumpian ego-greedy competitions
to conquer physical elective losses
with mentally unhealthy unbalancing wins
against SuperEgo's timeless ultra-violet, climate
Green Gaia/Diana Goddess, client
Holy Matriarchal Spirit, common
EarthSoul's ZeroZone, everyday
whatever within healthy core
LeftBrain label you prefer, bling
because of early childhood market language
and competitive culture, nurturing
neurological and psychological development.
EarthSouls learns more in an outside voices hour
observing our trumpian landscapes within
and without
than would be possible in a humane domesticated lifetime
of ignoring what neither God nor Goddess could love,
Absence of prime WinWin creative relationship
robustly ultra-violet not not light
ecstatically deep resilient color speaking
non-trumpian resonance, positive energy
multiculturally peopled
and polyculturally populated, democracy
within merging bilateral inside-outside health, integrity
in religious liberal loving consciousness
with multicultural soul-conserving unconsciousness
of cognitively dissonant trumpian winds
and cold, wet winter estuaries, hope
terrorizing elite polynomial faith
in irrational left without right
unloved remainders.
G.I.R.L. (Gorgeous Intelligent Radiant Lady)
What started out as a message on myspace
Is the reason I keep a smile on my face
And the reason I keep a smile on my face
Is because you put it there when we first locked face
I looked at you the 1st good time by my guy locker
Then felt a cohesive aura that gave me a shocker
Then we twice in a row met in front of the lunchroom
And the eye contact felt like a sonicboom
In my heart I have reserved limitless room
Til the end of the earth for you I zoom
Sittin with you at lunch
Damn I feel a hunch
To hop on top of you and kiss you
Everyday I miss you
I may sound thirsty
Or maybe even thirty
But you won't say "Baby I thought you'd never hurt me."
Is this love at first sight
I hope I'm right
I promise I don't bite
Love you already I just might
Whether in a box or a house
A pet dog or a pet mouse
For richer or for poorer
I'd never call you a whore
Sex is not my objective
Being with you is no elective
I didn't choose this it just happened
I'm serious I'm not laughin
When I see you blood pumps rapidly to my heart cuz my emotions are clappin
That's a colossal applause
Does our bond have a cause
If not let me know
And as fast as I came is as fast as I'll go
Not go away but go harder
Travel farther
Than a train
In heavy rain
I'm no doctor but I can heal your pain
To show I got education
I make no hesistaton
To start a relation
Take this ship to its destination
I'm sick of the female exploration
I make you my top nomination
You are my flower who completed pollination and fertilization
To me you are the best in the nation
Or better yet, the world
To you: Beautiful G.I.R.L.
What if....?
Death was a lottery,
With a Powerball price of a million dollars
Will people still queue up to play?
What if death was a clock, and you had one option
To either fast forward, pause, or rewind it; What will your option be?
What if death was a bank, and one could advocate with it;
Request death forgiveness, death deferment, or death forbearance?
What about death refinancing or death equity?
What if death was like a touch tone phone
And one could put death on hold;
Press zero to bypass mesmerizing angels of death at the reception;
And pally or advocate directly with death?
What if death was a court,
And one could ask for an interlocutory injunction,
Or death arbitration, death adjournment or deferment?
What if death was a wish,
Will beggars still elect to ride, or bolt like Usain?
What if death was cash and carry,
Will the rich, high and mighty,
Be so generous with their cash, as they are to brand names like:
Ferrari, Bugatti and Louis Vuitton?
Or will they chicken out like a cold Turkey?
What if death was a rain check
Will people Queue up to cash in on it?
What if death was like a set of clothes
And one could change from it
Like a Snake discards it's old and worn out skin?
What if death was a marathon
Who would elect to first breast the tape?
What if death was a school or an exam,
And one could do a remediation, carry death over,
Select another elective, or take a death sabbatical?
What if death was a widow,
Will people still accept a widows mite? What if.....?
Dear journalists,
investigative reporters,
and supporters
of strong and free
democracy,
When elective office candidates,
from dog-catcher
through UN CEO,
claim to champion freedom,
far more than all other candidates
competitively left non-elite behind,
Please ask,
Freedom in which direction?
Freedom to heal
our fading cooperative,
organically multicultural,
complex ecosystemic,
robust wealth climate,
local through global networks?
Or SuperElite freedom,
threatening liberties to destroy alien,
non-elite,
resilient polycultural health?
Or, more ambiguously,
some of confusing both?
And, if so,
Which is freedom
for loving polypathic cooperative health?
And which are competing liberties
to destroy WinWin future organic wealth?
More LeftBrain autonomous
deductive
reductive
monoculturing power
to do as they egocentrically please?
Or more RightBrain interdependent
inductive
inclusive
polyculturing freedom
to do as we ecocentrically co-invite
long-term health-wealth
cooperative
resonant
resilient eco-relationship?
It never hurts to ask
except when candidates
don't even understand our questions,
and often stopped listening
for WinWin social-political opportunities
so very long ago.
When their price for milk
involved sucking cooperatively provided EarthMother nutrients
and not competing to buy patriarchal assets
and xenophobic votes.
What if a dream should actually come true?
Can you imagine how that really might feel?
One day you are laying down flat on your face,
The next day you are dancing a 'Scottish reel.'
'Good accidents' can befall the unlucky,
And 'bad luck' can sometimes cripple the chosen,
A tropic typhoon can ruin a vacation,
An arctic heat wave can thaw out the frozen.
You should know dreams are not just about venting,
Not just part of a 'Walter Mitty' life style,
Your dreams can be precursors to real action,
The kind that just might make your own life worthwhile.
It is not enough just to want what you want,
At the very least one more step you will find,
To visualize first how your life would be changed,
This act alone might just bring peace to your mind.
To visualize something is in fact to dream,
The difference is just that you're conscious,
All the action still taking place in your brain,
All the chemistry is in your subconscious.
We're all glad God leaves some prayers unanswered,
Well it turns out that not all dreams are equal,
Before you say dreams are a waste of your time,
Think! Any dream can give birth to a sequel.
I hear some of you saying you don't get it,
And you think that fate is not an elective,
But don't throw your baby out with 'bath water.'
Please just reflect on the powr' of perspective.
Brian Johnston
January 13, 2014
I choose elective surgery.
Yes, that will do the trick.
Make my inside match my outside
so I'm no longer sick.
First, I'll take my heart out,
remove it from my chest,
scrub away the pain of you,
but choose to leave the rest.
Then I'll pluck my eyeballs,
right out of my skull
filter them with shades of rose
so life won't be so dull.
Then I'll saw my head off
so I can see my brain.
I'll sanitize it thoroughly,
so no sad thought remains.
I'll sandpaper my lips down
until they've lost your kiss.
With no sense memory remaining
there'll be nothing left to miss.
But then I must peel off
every single fingertip,
if I'm to lose the feeling
of touching your soft lips.
I will plug my ears with tar,
so I can't hear your song.
And as my head grows heavy,
it's destined to grow strong.
Now I must plug my nose
so I can't be deceived
into thinking you are near
when at long last I am freed.
And I elect to cut
my tongue out of my head
so I'll no longer crave
the taste of things unsaid.
And once I've cleared my senses
of their memories of you,
I'll look into the mirror
and see my work is through.
But wait, something has happened!
I don't know what that is.
It appears something is missing,
for it needs a soul to live.