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Shadows are the part that you do not want to see of you.
They remember you about your mistakes and failures.
Stop you from move forward from you past and strive the future.
Making you to stay in an eternal rut.
Sometimes, you fear what the future holds for you.
A concise definition for shadows would be darkness.
Shadows can evolve your mind, making thinking confuse.
They slip through you, surrounding your personal environment.
As you evaluate their effect, you get more involved.
Face them, make the necessary changes.
Feel their devastating effect through yourself.
Shadows follow you from day to night.
Deep inside, you want to get rid of them.
But, they persist to stay permanently inside you.
Hoping for the day that you wake up without their memories.
Rebirthing to a new creature.
Next time you feel shadows around you, stay calm.
Don't feed them with your fears and shortcomings.
Stay firm, change your thoughts to more positives.
Living the way you should always had lived.
You can’t mimic the resurrection
With your astral projection,
Self-fulfilled satisfaction,
Then, wonder why there’s no reaction.
Pride comes before a fall,
Whether you decide to answer his call.
Clarity can only be found,
When you choose not to be bound.
The clock is ticking and it’s the third day,
It is time to evaluate all of your ways,
Look around and smell the season,
All this chaos has a reason.
Blessed are those who walk the narrow
And don’t surrender to their pharaoh.
Enlightenment only comes from truth
The wise find it in their youth.
Simplicity has become complicated,
The paranormal is overrated.
The answers are all at hand,
Only the humble will understand.
By: Sabina Nicole
Hydraulic system, heart made of pistons
Every co-ordinated mechanical manoeuvre
My heart served to you on a platter, your hors d'oeuvre
I look into your eyes, a deplorable disguise
Retinas of glass, I see right through your lies
Figments of my imagination
Don't come and cause me more vexation
Circling my mind
Tormenting, suffering, sempiternal gyration
My nerve endings started with you
Now unaware to whom
Now that you're gone
I can finally take off this costume
Now isn't the time for salvation
I re-evaluate our amalgamation
Not even an antisocial personality disorder
Could sum up a source of order
Wander your favourite forest
Walk past me and get hit with my poignant odour
Uncover my carcass, I don't need a hearse
Just dump me in the Oder
Dismember me piece by piece
Put me back together however you'd like
The puzzle wont be beautiful
Something incomparable to Vandyke
I watch the watcher in the mind’s dim hall,
A mirror facing mirror—endless sight.
Each thought, a pulse along a cortical wall,
Each doubt, a spark that will not sleep at night.
Within the folds where silent currents run—
The prefrontal cortex keeps its careful reign—
It weighs the thought before it is begun,
Then weighs again the weighing of the brain.
I do not simply think—I see the thought,
I trace its birth, its bias, and its end.
A private scientist of what is wrought,
Observer and observed that never blend.
O Metacognition—double-edged design—
You grant me sight no outward eye could claim:
To know I know… and question what is mine,
To doubt the self that speaks me into name.
You rise from circuits layered deep and wide—
The anterior cingulate cortex sounds alarms of doubt,
While networks knit experience inside,
And sift which thoughts to carry, which cast out.
You are control—the mind’s own guiding hand,
You monitor, evaluate, revise:
Like Executive Function taking stand,
Correcting errors no one else descries.
Yet burden walks beside your brilliant flame—
For constant knowing fractures simple peace.
To think of thinking is to play a game
Where certainty and silence never cease.
Still—without you, I drift, unmoored, unaware;
With you, I drown in depths I cannot flee.
O watcher in the watcher’s inward stare—
You are the cost… of knowing I am me.
Judging contests is unpredictable,
I get poems both lovely and quirky;
to disqualify is miserable,
sometimes, finding the contest theme- murky !
First, I evaluate for requirement,
dated, no names on poems and the such;
written creative or in alignment,
and does the poem when read- my heart touch !
Assessing and rating is very hard,
I must check the rules for the form chosen;
oh, which poem will be one, two or third,
does multi wins mean a rule is broken !
Never critical of a poets write;
I want to share not to put out a light !
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April 25, 2021
Poetry/Sonnet/Vagaries in Judging
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1349-548-25
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Judge not Lest ... Ye Be
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 05/29/2021
Second Place
Management asked if I could evaluate one of the employees, and as that happens to be within my noted abilities and well within the scope of the hotel's agenda,
I concurred with the specific understanding that arrangements for the immediate assessment will be determined by me congruous to management specifications.
Derek's a year older and by the way, all union workers but me, including Jane, are older than me, including Jane by two years.
I advised Derek to play the gender card by taking control of the copy machine and be consciously aware of that nasty ink bottle's habit of coloring unwary hands, thus allowing the woman at the front desk to maintain their prim-n-proper selves.
At the end of that exchange that day, I concluded by asking him if his hockey team won.
He said he didn't watch the game. Derek, for the past few minutes, while I dealt with this dew-hickey, I told you of the game's highlights in blow-by-blow sorts.
That would have garnered a choice, even if your team was neither certainly one would have a Canuck like you.
I didn't watch the game either, I just read an article that highlighted the game, and fresh in my mind reasoned my call to you to go to the back office and wait for me by the copier.
(alternately titled:
Pee pee song and dance routine)
Invariably analogous setting
kickstarts schlemiel to agitate
excretory mechanism linkedin,
viz body electric doth actuate
merely upon turning faucet triggers
unstoppable onset to micturate
drinking coffee or caffeinated tea
also functions as diuretic
mimics similar rush'n spate
oh boy... if I hesitate
to whip out trouser snake late...
he himself will humiliate
courtesy warm liquid will trickle
soiling pea green pants
legs knotted together damns fate
against pistol - unleash
expletives post maturely ejaculate
rank odor will permeate
redeeming salvation drek
written by this primate,
which rather lame poem may titillate,
though juvenile words
when thee evaluate
be mindful, cuz no control exists,
hence humorously accentuate
to tap kidney, draining
the lizard, empty bladder all equate
essentially to see man about a horse
private tête-à-tête,
thus no choice exists to alleviate
non voluntary impulse,
no rhyme nor reason unbeknownst to me
why tinkling sound beckons ureic freight
urgent whistle stop won't depreciate
emergency crisis compounded
with sudden necessity to defecate
courtesy lathered soap
or shaving cream, I fulminate
teary eyed burning man sensation
tripping feet blindly groping
oh $*¡† toilet seat down - cant wait
scramble in vain against impending date,
when disaster strikes
flash flood warning issued,
hence I cannot narrate
anymore hanging unto bough
risking life and limb
half a$$ poem I did create.
Creative Process
Can I really write something astounding, grand, and glorious?
Reality should be a part of all I consider when approaching a theme.
Events often drive and form the poetic fabric of what we write about.
Avenues of passion and emotion pervade our conscious thoughts.
Taking our thoughts, fantasies, metaphors to the readers are essential.
Instigating or arousing excitement makes verses interesting to read.
Viewing themes from a detached perspective gives us variety in discourse.
Every idea or theme is considered fair game when we poets write.
Poetry is a sublime medium for relating themes to human circumstances.
Rigid ideas and concepts can be artistic with the right nuance and metaphor.
Onomatopoeia is expressive sound imitation of words used for poetic effect.
Creativity forms the very warp and woof of what we do as poets and writers.
Exceptionalism is an attitude helpful to poets as we focus on what is unique.
Syntax is the structural medium for how we write and express ourselves.
Sensitivity is an attribute essential to how poets evaluate their themes.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - May 1, 2015
(Acrostic)
*This poem appeared in my new book with a release date of February 7, 2015
Who is in the room?
Who owns the room?
When the GreenWoke Tribe
evaluate their strategic platform
for conquering RedUnWoke DiaTribes
what politically scientific purpose
and/or psychotherapeutic intent
for healthy inclusive democracy
[and not merely more wealthy
StraightWhiteMale corporate kleptocracy]
may wake up and win/win thrive?
Not so stuck on playing win/lose
monopoly games
preferred by monotheistic
anthrosupremacists,
privileged competitions
for recreating monocultural bullies
and sacrilegious
sanctimonious
green or red politically correct
dogmatic unwoke bosses
Judiciously proclaiming discrete
separate but equally undamaged
deceit
In resonant baritones
repeat unenlightened bass base
repeat disempowering soprano space
repeat replete
unwoken
still broken
repeat...
Who is behind the broom?
When GreenWoke evaluators
reconsider healthy
co-passionately wealthy
sweeping democratic invoked potential
Integrity to grow more
bilaterally healthy
bipartisan support
for woke up wealthy.
Woke
could send out evaluation forms
to every registered UnWoke
and this might explore half our hoped for story
of how empowerment
and enlightenment have grown/groaned
through last year's sentient
yet often somnolent
competitions in stuck down government.
But, growing trust
more than mistrust,
woke truth
more than unwoke half-truths
together show and tell,
as all UnWoke know too well,
bipartisan passions
co-invest tax-payers
and health therapeutic players
preferring to synergetically swell
rather than not tell
quietly fell apart
stuck in competitive squabbling
hell.
As parents officiate,
Delegate,
Yes, and even participate.
We fascinate,
As we motivate,
Our children to co-operate,
And concentrate
Leading their minds to contemplate,
Formulate,
And evaluate
That which helps learning accelerate.
As children mature
More complex board games build character
Along with the art of how to communicate
As well as how to be considerate.
This shows with family, playmates,
And even classmates.
Sportsmanship is why the loser must
Congratulate
The winner for being fortunate.
The loser must never underestimate
The opponent which validates
How children relate
And appreciate
The way we educate.
As our children walk down the aisle to graduate
Parents silently say check mate.