Long Evaluations Poems
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I'm a simple guy,
I like video games, music and succeeding without trying,
So when a man comes up to me and tell me he can save my life,
Who am I to turn down a free book from a generous passerby,
Strange how after hundreds of Reddit articles I find these red words the most astounding,
Each verse saturated with a truth beyond my understanding,
I embraced the scripture in my new-found belief,
Ditching skeptics and scientific contention for a biblical motif,
So with my newfangled faith I embarked on a holy endeavor,
To sift through a lifetime of personal uncertainty to uncover the answer,
I found myself under bottomless pizza boxes,
Buying time stocks from the evolutionary clock,
Discovering purpose through glimmering game discs,
Fashioning polygonal personalities into personable obelisks,
Uncovering the depths of my psyche excavating mountains of dirty laundry,
Rinse on, dry off, purging both physical filth and emotional quandaries,
Sharing walkways with speeding cars enslaved to a monetary duty I can't shirk
A journey of a thousand steps every pilgrimage to work,
My blood a bubbling brew of ambition and potential,
Yet required to surpass insurmountable credentials,
Ignoring the marked symbols in newspapers they seek to brand on my forehead,
Subjective opinions of civility and idealism dropped on me like warheads,
Cryptic predictions of personality and fate,
You think I need a dice roll to determine if I'm straight?
Countless evaluations to rationalize the psyche and soul combined,
What makes their opinion more viable than mine?
I'm taking buoyant steps upon the swamp to reach my destination,
Swapping carnality for divinity to achieve the ultimate self-preservation,
Cremating my mortality I seek to ascend,
Past primitive understanding of a purpose I cannot comprehend,
This road we walk is coated with trip-wire and paved with scorching coals,
Watch out for those flaming hours in your 5-day forecast so find the nearest foxhole,
The burden on our shoulders has already been lifted so there's no reason for us to be aching,
We're on the path to eternal salvation why aren't we skipping?
So why don't you tag along with me on this self-realization odyssey,
I can't promise explosions or tentacle-headed aliens but I know it'll at least be interesting,
Just you, yourself, me and I,
The most dynamic duo to ever breach the sky.
Virtue and innocence,
Stolen when parents put
a child’s emotions on a fence.
A teacher by day,
A babysitter when my friend who is a widower
needs to get away,
Goodness and purity,
My niece loves security,
An angel to the lost,
Devotion is shown without a cost,
They may not be my offspring,
However, I love them with my everything,
They may not be my juveniles,
But I guide them through all life’s trials,
Children are a gift from God,
The ones in my life have had it hard,
I treat each one with tender care,
Let them know I will always be there,
Lessons need to be learned,
Even children’s relationships get burned,
Guidance needs to be bestowed,
A bond where they don’t feel alone on their road,
Impartation and constant evaluations,
Instruction and exposure,
The children in my life needed a sense of closure,
So many are abused,
Their parents seem to have misused,
I am a mommy to many,
Making sure that they have plenty,
There curiosity and desires,
Help me feel inspired,
Breathing new hope and life within,
Showing them life can be better
then how it did begin,
Making music out of a mess,
Helping to put pieces back together so they can rest,
Restoring broken dreams,
Watching them glisten and glean,
Speaking life into the areas that were dead,
Healing hearts and heads,
Letting gardens arise,
Where weeds paralyzed,
My children teach me every single day,
To appreciate my life,
Even when I feel dismayed,
For someone has it worse,
This is not some silly verse,
love can heal broken wings,
embrace a child,
watch the song they will sing.
By: sabina Nicole
This poem was inspired by Mrs. Dianne McGee’s post earlier on Face Book.
It was the very first day of school
In Mrs. Thompson’s 5th. Grade class
An untruth came from inside her
That probably wouldn’t be the last
She’d said she loved everyone of them
But in reality one of them just didn’t suit her eye
The ragged clothes, his unkempt ways
And the boy sometimes would cry
She’d noticed him the year before
And for some reason he just didn’t fit in
His body odor, his wayward eyes
And his frame that seemed pretty thin
She prayed he’d just quit her class
And no longer put a burden on the school
She delighted in giving him big lettered F’s
As she just thought of him as a fool
Today was the day for student evaluations
And boy was she going to toss the book
At the ragged good for nothing kid
That probably would become just a crook
She decided to read what his other teachers wrote
And sat back in her easy chair
A surprised look came upon her face
As she could only blink and stare
Miss Ellen, his first grade teacher
Said he was a joy to be around
And his second grade teacher agreed
No finer student could be found
His third grade teacher however
Said he just couldn’t seem to adjust
Since his mother died of leukemia
There was nobody he would trust
The fourth grade teacher told of his dad
A drunkard who beat Timmy now and again
The boy then went inside his shell
And that’s where he’s always been
Mrs. Thompson was beside herself
Lord if she had only known
She wouldn’t have put Timmy down
While she sat highly upon her throne
Today was Mrs. Thompson birthday
And the children brought presents in
All wrapped and sealed at the store
“Now where shall I begin?”
She opened every present
And thanked each child in return
But when she saw a wrinkled bag
Her eyes just watered and burned
Inside the bag was a half empty bottle
Of perfume Timmy had saved of his mom’s
She sprayed some upon her and smiled
For what little Timmy had done
When recess rolled around at last
And the other children ran out to play
Timmy spoke to Mrs. Thompson
“You smelled just like my mommy today”
Form:
Thumbs Up To The Journey
At the footbridge as it bridges past from present future and perspectives your
feet might be-come and may be-go confused be-fuddled as can your mind before
the shadows rainbows feathered fancy pastel tunes and blues-bound colours
can memories anticipation taking-stock ooze pots and lots of lived experience
re-scribed re-told rewound projected narrated from emotive thoughts
stand still
At the bridge as it cradles the canyon with ladles and measures of the moment
where it spans what once was what you enrich in here and now not there and then the sweeping meadows fields of harvest schisms unions paradigms evaluations can treasures scary scars letting-go liberate scents and stents of living fragrance perceived untold configured touched upon stocked up condensed
reflected wait
The past is yet to come and not withstanding what bridge which side what size
and whence long gone remembrance spins and spans and slows and speeds the motion the sunrise dusk and dawning tapestry mosaic photographic lens sensations can truth reality attitudes and imperfections find soul and solace shared solitude re-modelled shaped anew confronted soothed harmonised
accentuated rise
The future has arrived and has been long projected and the past is living on
where they settle and sizzle on in ember’s glory and ashes to ashes and Phoenix in flight when horizons and boxes un-boxed wriggling worms preceding grave graves can joy pleasure senses and sexes passion peace human works of art in progress accepted invited challenged unchallenged channelled welcomed
gratitude prevail
At the foot-bridge at the mind-bridge where it bridges cradles sweeps your meaning brushes and jungles juggles and wonders which hand’s intuition which path to follow lie the answers to the questions asked lie the questions known and
not yet explored
24th July 2016
That ADHD got me judged unfavourably,
impulsive interactions, easily distracted,
attention bouncing behaviour unique to me,
the odd one out and always told
different people, same old...
self conscious suffering from a lack of control,
humiliation on the regular, bad feedback on the whole.
Every decision of mine made aware of,
self worth in decline,
others know the way I’m stood spare lost,
inferior by design
Following leaders who decide what they like,
submissive through need not judged wrong or right,
Go with the flow and fall into line ignoring my life
Accustomed to others wants more important than mine
Meeting demands would please and get thanks,
the responsibility wasn’t on me and not my plan,
Hiding in the herd safe unnoticed, my blanket,
thinking for me, nope that idea vanished
With age people see stature and status,
competitiveness shows us our places
And I follow the leader not to be hated,
But I must play now or be manipulated
Avoiding confrontation unless necessary
Some act aggressive never stressing me,
be submissive like a b**** is just let it be,
but I’m impulsive so I react aggressively
I will follow subtle leaders for praise
acceptance is what motivates
but be expecting of me and see rage,
My position is one that I dictate
Life is easy if I please, horrid if I lead,
Judgement worn weak, nothing to me,
put downs received, not bothered really
fake approval as a slave, all of it weak
The impact good or bad is just an opinion,
win people over behave for their pleasing,
others go against, upstage, ego feeding,
Both approaches give nothing I’m needing
I don’t rebel or adapt to play the game
The comparison of people for selfish gain
I won’t follow leaders pulling the chain
These mind game evaluations are so lame
My value is my happiness win or lose,
why you value approval leaves me confused
why you control others think it’s skill not abuse
Importance of social acceptance,
I simply refuse!
Meandering Rhythmic Transformations
Imbued by ink attuned to think before my ships about to sink
Reviewed hues of too much to soon leave room for Fred Astaire to croon
Previews of life lived without strife illuminated throughout the night
Subdued reflections of abject detections of realistic injections of true insight
Humility among the labrynths of disguise and misdirection
Tranquility to light the incense of revised prophetic intention
Sensibility to tread lightly in the pretense of denied phrenetic invention
Flexibility to endure the fight among the immense defiant heretical condescension
Correlations of the logical rational minds forming a position to enunciate from
Calculations of the mathematical refines that perform and elucidate their equations upon
Evaluations on the chronological history of mankind to repudiate their names among
Illuminations of an unkempt mind in cosmological separation
Contradictions of emotion pouring through the construct of a screen
Writing fiction as a proponent of the writers written dream
Benedictions of the monks who disown it all while inside they scream
Jurisdictions of the core components of a hideous crime scene
Firmaments of beauty streaming down from the twighlight sky
Permanent polluting brings a tear toward my eye
Determinant souls computing of a man about to die
While the Impermanence is convoluting as the Buddhist nun lets out a sigh
Conspicuous connotations from another superficial influencer
Ridiculous observations that bring official condescenders
Ambiguous abdications from a heavyweight contender
Insideous aberrations from someone trying to defend her
Monumental renditions of a classical concerto
Experimental competitions reading out loud Dante’s Inferno
Elemental inquisitions leaning toward a place where they can only say No
Transcendental acquisitions take me where the river of knowledge seems to flow
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
There are a lot of things that are happening in our life.
Financial stress family problems and a very worried wife.
These last few months between “us” have been hard but our love has grown strong.
Put together several years ago by Our Father it’s our love for Him that makes “us” truly belong.
Health has played a part in these last few months.
In faith we’ve prayed for His aid to fix this problem, Faith truly counts.
My wife has become my strength she is my rock her faith is steady.
Whatever the Lord wills she says, whatever, she is ready.
Life is short sometimes the Lord takes His time, He has His own plan.
We’ve prayed for a better world, better health, yet sometimes it’s hard to understand.
Testing blood, x-rays, MRI’s, Doctor’s evaluations reports can’t find the problem at hand.
So we remain strong together in convictions and in faith, she prays for my health it’s the way God does things, it’s His plan.
We as Christians remain faithful to God, His ways are the best.
The blockage in the urinary tract are the problem this I must confess.
It matters not to her lovemaking as we face this problem, what matters to her is my life.
So yes, she gladly puts that on hold, she worries for me because she is a very devoted wife.
As a man she is going without because of medical problems yet it matters not to her.
That part of our life is minuscule there is no problem there.
It bothers me at this stage, to her it is no a problem she loves the Father and me, and she doesn’t let me be discouraged.
We pray, laugh, cry together in all things, through her devotion and faith she gives me strength and courage.
Does this problem affect you my brethren in some way?
Does this mirror a problem you might have? My advice? Be strong in faith and pray.
God answers prayers somehow He finds a way to make love known to the faithful.
If you have a devoted wife like mine, count that as a blessing, Love the Father and His Son and be truly grateful.
A HOUSE IS CERTAINLY N O T A HOME...
CHECK YOUR DOME, WHERE YOU ROME...
MIND & BODY
WORKPLACE & RETREAT TO REVIVE PLACE...
HOW'S THAT SPACE?
LET'S LOOK AT BASIC FUNDAMENTALS,
IS THIS A SAFE, {RESTORATIVE} PLACE
CAN AND SHOULD IT BE FILLED WITH ACCOUNTABLE, RESPONSIBLE, REWARDING
FILTERING IMPLEMENT, FOR "OUR"...
MINE AND YOURS BETTERMENT? AT TIMES, SOMETHING MAY NEED A RECALL, VERSUS A STALLED CHANGE-UP...AND THIS IS SUCH A REJUVENTED THING; VERSUS HOLDING ON TO AN IDEA, CONCEPT, ARTICLE, PRACTICE OR EVEN AN ASSOCIATION...
BECAUSE ALL THAT IS LINKED OR LOCKED...
"EITHER ELEVATES OR BLOCKS"
SOMETIMES
WE
JUST
NEED
TO
TAKE
STOCK...UNLOCK...START ANEW!
AN ELEMENT/S MAY NEEDED REPLACEMENT AND WAS L O N G OVERDUE!
ISN'T IT GRAND* WHEN WE UNDERSTAND THAT AT ANY POINT "WE GET TO SCOPE THE JOINT" OUR OWN JOINT, TAKE IMMEDIATE INVENTORY, TO RESURGE OURSELVES WITH A FRESH STORY...
AFTER SOME TWEAKS!
FIX SOME LEAKS!
CLEAR OUR HEAD & HEART!
REMOVE TO IMPROVE...
A RESURGENT GROOVE {GROWTH}
"THAT PART!" THAT'S WHERE IT STARTS...
THIS HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU FROM
THE "IN VIRAL MENTAL" *WORD ALERT*
RE: CHECK YOUR MENTAL HEALTH & WEALTH
OF BEING AND BETTER RECEIVING...
AS WELL, DAILY SEEING AND DOINGS?
DOES ANYTHING NEED REMOVING?
DOES SOMETHING NEEDS SOOTHING,
BRINGING A SENSE OF SOLACE...
TO YOUR PALACE???"
YOUR MIND IS A GOLD MINE...
ANY GRIME OR COAL OF ANY KIND,
"REMOVE TO IMPROVE YOUR GROOVE"
MAY THAT EXACT IMPACT SOOTHE...
"CRYSTAL THINKING!"
"RUBY HEART!"
"AMETHYST EVALUATIONS!"
"PEARL AND OPAL REJUVENTION!"
GEMS THAT ARE "STEMMED" FROM OUR
{SOURCE AND COURSE} DIAMOND~CLAD,
NO BLEMISHES...
SPARKLING NEW, {FROM REVIEW}
SO CLEAR! {SO NECESSARY} TIME & DUE...
SO TRUE!!! SO TRUE!!!
RE-SET TO OPULENCE ...
"OH HOW MAJESTICALLY BEAUTIFUL! ! !"
A MUCH PREFERRED *HUE*
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} July 27, 2023#
My soul and my destiny were written in the stars,
on the moon and on the planets that aligned
on the day and the very hour and minute
I was born.
As a child I wondered why I was the way I was.
Why I liked to be alone, reading, always reading,
Why I did not feel I had to follow
what many other kids did “just because.”
Or why I was so very conscientious,
unwavering in habits and routines I dearly loved.
Why did my life destiny veer so unexpectedly
to include a second pathway -
one of relishing the many things in life
I find so fun!
And why is the shy Virgo self of my childhood
able now to be so outgoing?
Why am I so open
with nearly everyone I meet?
I feel myself to be completely authentic,
and I love that about myself.
I stumbled onto astrology and later – numerology
when I was in my teens.
It explained a lot about me
and also about others in my life.
Thinking back, I should have taken it more seriously!
Understanding relationships has so much to do
with understanding others’ charts as well.
All my life, I understood myself so very well.
Although to really know myself,
I did not need the chart or numbers -
it’s in being able to explain the “why”
of all the different parts of myself
that has given me a way to make my good friends realize
why they and I share such strong connections.
In college I took pyschological evaluations.
They supported what the Zodiac and numbers
said about me too.
Even the colors I am drawn to
are bright and happy like the sunshine.
What little melancholy is in me
I owe to my September birth,
for when that time draws nigh
I see the sunlight fading in the sky
and I become a bit more prone
to sigh. . .
June 14, 2018 For Caren Krutsinger's
An Inner Knowing, An Absolute Feeling, My Mystical Soul Self Poetry Contest
As l look around and gather things for my journey
l realise that l havent reached my tally
As the trials and tribulations sweep me across the valley
l breathed heavily, in and out , as l reach for my Yahweh
My mind twisting and curling as l recall sadly
The events that captured , fascinated and ;
and left deep cuts into my heart
The definations and evaluations of sin that l calculated
Only managed to land me in theft, prostitution and murder
Drugs , alchahol , rapist and liar were my middle identities
All l knew back then was that l had to
jump fences, duck cops and shoot back to survive
ln my fast diversion and quick cornering of the lane, l had the church choir
singing salvation and how much he loved me
Or was it me they sang to or just for themselves?
l cursed the melodic voices for singing lies
and yet as we the sinners live they are supposed to be saved
l was running further and deeper with the
wind blowing my frail body like a plastic bag
My heart was giving in, my knees were crumpling
l needed rest and immediatey l found it
l heard a loud, deadly and dreaded sound
And then there was silence and then darkness
They later told me that l woke up after a month
The Saints had found me and like the good Samaritan
had done all they could
with all their belief and might to save my life
They told me about the grace and kindness of Yahweh
And l cried, and cried, and cried
Because l had never known that he not only cared
but had feelings that swept across oceans
thoughts that rose to the heavens
dreams that conquered all nature
and love that exceeded humanity's
For me
There and there l looked at my Yahweh
And realised that l am saved
And my past is over