Long Qualification Poems
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Can You Imagine
In Our Planet
If one fine day..
All trees are given a chance to speak-
What will they speak to us?:
'What have you EGOISTIC humans
Caused to our ENVIRONMENT?'
If one fine day..
Mother Earth is given a voice
What will She say?
Her thunderous voice will echo
From her outer atmosphere:
'Stop polluting me NOW or
Bear the CONSEQUENCES'.
If one fine day..
All the money in the world is
Equally distributed
Amongst everyone
Then there will be:
'No POOR, No RICH'
If one fine day..
Our planet follows this rule:
Total darkness henceforth.
But only those that show humanity
Be blessed to see radiance of light:
'There will be NO INHUMANITY'
If one fine day..
All employers take this decision-
The only qualification needed
To acquire a job is-
'Good Character':
'Then parents will NEVER FAIL
To instill MORAL VALUES
Into their children'
If one fine day..
The infinite universe stoops down
To say something to us from above
What would that be?:
'To every human being out there
Prancing with pride:
You are NOTHING but
A GRAIN of SAND
In an ENDLESS desert.
So, stop being ARROGANT!'
Prison is more than what meets the eye,
Her beauty is more than what meets the eye.
I don’t want to be a third wheel, just you and I.
No one can type without pressing you and I.
Prisoners we all are despite being free.
Some might be behind bars, some in bars.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Age is not a qualification to be a prisoner,
So is masturbation, when one is addicted to it.
So is a disease, cult and finally death.
All which can’t be controlled by drugs which are taken hourly.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Marriage, by choosing to marry, we commit our lives to one person,
We sign up for a life sentence.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Careers we choose dedicating our time and energy to,
Building and constructing its foundation day and night.
Through blood and sweat we pump our energy.
As staff, corporate members, politicians, innovators, artists and many more.
Our career clocks tick from seconds to minutes to years to decades.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Cry Freedom
Not many Americans know the world is not looking westward they see the fall of the value
they see the poverty of the suffering people who die of curable illnesses because they can’t pay the cost and might sell their house to cover
of capitalistic health service, but let’s put that aside what Trump said about World War 2
It was Russia who won the Nazi war, albeit with
help from the USA; was also Russian soldiers who freed the prisoners in concentration camps
and oversaw the fall of Berlin
For America, it was a profitable war, Europa had
no industry left and got generous loans to start to rebuild a shattered economy
America’s real war was in the Pacific a colonial war against Japan who had taken Indochina which was America’s playground
the US won that war by dropping two atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, this caused total surrender and the US was back ruling over Indochina
America as we can see today, was bad rulers
the elevated cruel dictators to rule whose only qualification was obedience to America
Today Indochina is in Bricks and free from the US influence
Oh , how I desire universal, racial equality.
Not just forced “liberal” politically imposed. morality.
It must spring from each soul, free as a spring flower.!
Not forced to swallowed, as a lump of hard coal.
Color does not, in anyway make one superior.
Conversely., color does not make any human being, inordinately inferior..
Your abilities and intelligence. should be the only qualifications, for a job.
Not skin .color, of which the many souls, highly qualified, are indeed, robbed,
Even for a poet, such a qualification is a horrid, morbid sin.!
It takes morality, and accepting a human, for the skin they
were born in!
2/2/2023
Objections to The Rule
Objectification of a person happening every single day
Quantification on what is certain when the process has lost its way
Magnification hiding behind the curtains like a child wanting to play
Qualification of my burdens as there’s always a price to pay
Calibrations of mechanical tones that require problem solving
Elevations of puritanical zones that inspire one to keep evolving
Celebrations of botanical clones that desire protective clauses to keep the atmosphere from eroding
Communications of fanatical gnomes populating the order that’s revolving
Indignation for a system that’s corrupt beyond my words
Infiltration that has resisted both the profound and the absurd
Immunisation that’s insisted upon while they are screaming to be heard
Anticipation for those assisted in their dreaming for the gifted and the burned
I’ll sigh in resignation for the life I used to know
While they lie in consternation and refuse to let me grow
Extended sighs of gravitation that comes from the highs and lows of
A certain devastation that I can’t hide but can’t help show
The End copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Be not proud of history
Let say more of nothing related to it
If we are to make ground beyond mere story
And avoid the challenge of beautiful game that turned
The start was crazy to hold unto
As fear grips hearts of loyal fans
Struggling to equalize the early goal
Let not talk of the two years ban
We were not in form like the blue
Hosting happiness dwelling in guise
European qualification for few
Is not justifiable to the fans' eyes
It then turns a surprise
To play with all strength
Thank God luck is with Chelsea's whys
That pin down fans' treat in length
And now, all blue fans could say is
"We let go of Arsenal to favor her featuring in Europe matches
Come next season to ease
The possible pressure on Arteta's patches
Up Up Chelsea fans that stayed to the end
To watch the last minute
Who still wave to us as a friend
Or turned out to alternate
The pleasure we have for the game
Is the best beyond the shame
Homeward James: by Bill
For the king hath arisen
nsync with royal couture
decked out and bedizened
to the nines resplendent blindingly,
I telly you to envision
colorful dress exploding,
qua gaudy flashy
gold flecked fission,
this quotidian get
up courtesy commoners
copious colossal co-gent
coffers, stoking inquisition
condemning criminals
(predominantly crude
crepuscular Cro-
Magnon like creatures)
amidst a bloody
sea of crimson
and clover, where within usurped
hinterlands, there flourishes
enslavement jurisdiction
hard (heart sell) earned manumission
thru sworn fealty to attend
willy nilly, and
pamper ruling powers,
sans whimsical nocturnal necessitation,
especially eunuch horns
dill agent allegiance,
asper unquestioned prurient qualification
eventually (meaning soul posthumously,
quintessentially, and
subsequently) acquiring redemption,
plus bridging the gulf
between life and death,
viz longed for unification
as penultimate non plus
ultra holy communion
despite disparate, distinct,
and diverse denomination
afterlife automatically bespeaks,
concedes, and decrees equalization
erasing mortal edicts
against fraternization,
whereat atheist and/or orthodox
religious attain graduation
figuratively hewing eternal
(fashioning noteworthy Gabriel)
angelic exhaltation heavenly melodies
exhorting glorious habituation
incorporating individuals
into idealogical institution.
infant life
near to celestial region in sense
just born after it's journey
knows nothing about materiality
smells fragrance till the life grows to child
in environment
from childhood lessens that fragrance
material's felt essence for need
qualification education and wealth
helps to have fame of deemed destination
You are old, Uncle Joseph,
your short stepping gait
has aroused much comment
in the media of late.
My steps may be short
but I still get along.
Like Johnny Walker
I'm still going strong.
You are old, Uncle Joseph.
If I err, please forgive..
Your memory, they say,
somewhat resembles a sieve.
Being forgetful isn't so bad
and let me tell you why.
It often avoids the embarrassment
of having to tell a lie.
You are old Uncle Joseph,
you look like a clown
on certain occasions
when you nearly fall down.
Young man, whatever you say
i can still pull a mighty hard punch,
so why not take an old man's advice
and leave straight away to have lunch.
Pen to Paper is Labour to the Mind
Ink scrambled across pages in a form of letters results in knowledge acquisition
Like a dome filled with bodies the mind undergoes infestation
To think a tick to my scribbles can get me a certificate of qualification
My heart spoke, my mind interpreted
I put pen to paper and the whole page was filled with ink
My heart said “She’s beautiful,” My mind said “Beauty defines her”
My heart said “I miss her,” My mind said “I am going breathless without her”
Pen to Paper is Labour to the Mind
What can’t be verbalised, could be voiced in a form of letters
That’s when the mind deciphers what the heart utters
Letters do kill but they have the ability to empower life
Voice has power to crack any item made of emotions
There’s volume in the voice and power in utterance
When Emotion collides with feeling
The heart intervenes in utterance and the mind deciphers
Even with volume in the voice with power in utterance
Pen to paper overpowers volume and the power in utterance
Hence “The Pen is mightier than the sword”
Pen to Paper is Labour to the Mind