Long Seniority Poems
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News
New Born appears!
Great Gift of God to parents
Good News is delivered to all well wishers
Time comes to nurture and rear up up the little angel
Little one enjoys the cheerful childhood,
And goes through proper education and manners
And takes training to struggle and to survive.
Perhaps the being attains the desired independent adulthood
Or, destiny mercilessly terminates journey of life early.
Otherwise, the being either reaches the peak of success
Or endures failure in dismay,
Alternatively, Destiny puts a permanent Full Stop in midway.
If Destiny allows to continue the venture,
Vigorous, arrogant, proud youth
Inevitably merges to considerate calm seniority
But all along the path of life,
The being gets the News of the departed souls of some dear ones.
At last the Being itself becomes an Obituary News
Anisha Dutta 08/17/15
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Your favorite poem from August, 2015 by Julia Ward
TIME IS UP.
My dream of childhood soared high
to grow older quick
not to be dominated by seniors.
At last desired adulthood opened door of cage
at proper age.
Released from parental care.
Enjoyed independent life in flare.
Success to access on happiness.
Despondence and failure, also to endure.
Ups and Downs, Smiles and Frowns
on journey of life.
Didn’t care about ruthless time
reaching me to seniority.
Busy life, crazy ideas, immense work- load
made a sudden stop, a shock to accept.
Inevitable physical limitations
caught me again to be captivated and confined in cage.
Youthful energetic mind could not cope up
with decaying physique.
It’s hard to admit: MY TIME IS UP.
06/20/19
HM
'VERSE A FAVORED THEME' Contest by Brian Strand
I was born to be manipulated
Alone and unstimulated
Dragged through the early years kicking and screaming
Always knowing someone was scheming
Leading to a point where i got abused or abandoned
Never being quite able to understand
Play a mental game and I don’t know how to play
Can’t ever make a mistake or disobey
Life now it’s easy to fool me
Easier just to agree
Easy to blame for your mistake
A reaction easy to fake
Easy to convince and coerce
As I am nothing in the universe
I’m always looking for hidden meanings
Not trusting people on first meetings
Testing people’s true intentions
Searching for all dimensions
Looking for the truth on what you say
Being prepared to walk away
Not trusting people’s words
I’m the one that observes
Words are cheap
Could come across as the creep
Fifteen years no one to trust
Makes me think your sus
Always suspicious, Always paranoid
Cold and annoyed
I flinch at the thought of aggression
Still feeling the same oppression
Childhood still damages everyday
I fight my mind just to stay
Still hide from people of authority
Judged by their seniority
Still get nervous around other people
The small boy inside causing such upheaval
Always wanting to please instead of always being truthful
One day soon I maybe useful
A man, 20 years of age, another man, 40 years of age
The young man in his inexperience asks the 40 year old man
"You've lived twice my life, whats your advice?"
The older man pauses
Reflecting on his own life, in hindsight..
He says:
It is said by many
The best teacher is experience
This statement is true, but experience
Does not equate to intelligence, or intellect
As both do not equate to experience
With every word from spoken by a man in his youth
It is received by the senior with a grain of salt.
Though in reality, they are both adults
What distinguishes a person whos lived longer?
Is years of learning beneficial if they accomplish little?
A decade spent listless watching days blend together
Carrys more wisdom, more growth than 5 years of struggle?
To believe this I refuse.
Adults of seniority, arent always mature
Bickering, arguing with each other,
Talking over the other
Neither letting either get one word in edgewise
Their bodies mature, years experienced
Yet arrested development has left them
Adult children
The fresh face child who endures struggle
And is given responsibility,
Experiences his growth as man
A man who never has had to struggle and grow
Is stuck in his adolescence,
Form:
When the Universe created the Universe and allowed for challenge
It was quite open to change and the preponderance of ageing times
Youth is not a crime and the respect for seniority has to be earned
Oh my Lord let there be earth under heaven it might have intuited
A primordial bang and atoms swished as mute mutations ensued
It had not considered that people were to talk back or quite forward
Like moody teenagers or wayward sycophants refuting the Source
Seven days later the mess was complete and an apple indigested
Abel was disabled and begetting begot generations of philistines
Time is a stretchable concept but conception quick and unpredictable
Dinosaurs passed in the flash of a pang before stones turned to bronze
And into dogma of gold mined for the pockets of inequality and gluttony
Arcs for walking on water and one lousy fish for many wretched souls
A sole and meagre bouillabaisse yet diamond soles on feet in contempt
Dinosaurs came and went stones turned to bronze and with it tools
Of destruction where synthesis and harmony should have prevailed
But that was then and there and today is here and now and counting
We have lost the abacus in computerized algorithms and the plot in the
Process of post modernity and post selfies and trivia on glittering face book
Discarded essence and existential meaning on face value of tale telling times
An icon once had a different meaning as smiling faces are arrested in botox
But not all is lost when social media and mediums hex and bewitch the planet
Opium for the masses finds novel experiences addicted to shallow delight
Ten Year Challenge before and after a self-righteous pride in rigid acclaim
A decade is a miniscule timeline of Self that speck of dust in a galaxy
And thus I cherish my wrinkles the grey in my hair the scars and defeats
Have no need for glossing and photo shop and for the denial of passing
A crooked tooth here or there and a broken crown of vital humanity
And thus I will not diminish my hunger for living in the moment of truth
22nd January 2019
ENLIGHTENING LIFE
My life dawned with dulcet dream
commencing curious carefree childhood,
rolling cheerfully till innocence to hit by cruel complexity.
Vibrant brilliant arrogant youth on bright shiny noon
dazzled on bubbling passion.
Fought for survival, learnt to struggle to access success.
Discovered Life as victory
When Love flashed with charismatic charm,
Seven heavens stepped on door.
Eternal time took momentary pause.
Dormant desire gliding diving soaring high on firmament.
My glances reflected on amorous glow of eager eyes of my beloved.
Life blossomed on ethereal aeronautic beauty.
While whirling in vortex of malice and meanness
being trapped in nasty nuisance
Met Life as toxic virulent noxious.
Life rushed to set on afternoon of seniority.
Philosophy of life found new notion on realization of lone soul.
In last phase of drowsy dusk, gazing at hazy sky
to watch indolent days in despondence.
Observed Life as purposeless,
soon to terminate in death leaving no trace.
Science will certify Life as bye product of Evolution:
A Natural blind process without plan.
05/28/1
Edited on 05/20/20
Times they are so much a-changing
as Dylan proposed Bob and not Dylan
who was a genius but also a drunkard
When black seems white
and white appears black
grey silver hair is reaching
its tune and completion
Tim is told he needs a new quartet
Time Place Reason and Feeling
And yet he sings the Seniority Blues
Age is surely no achievement
and youth no transgression
but the pendulum has swung
dialectics require constant change
Surely he needs to hand over the baton
Baton Rouge? Baton Royal Marine? Beating retreat?
Why should he go with the proverbial times
when the times refuse to go with him?
Tim prefers intuition over merely following the crowd
03rd October2018
Reference to:
Bob Dylan 'The times they are a-changing'.
Dylan Thomas, the Welsh writer.
Baton Rouge in Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose,
('Me and Bobby Mac Gee' written by Kris Kristofferson
but more convincingly sung by Janis Joplin).
New life from womb to pass
through childhood and youth
and then with time merging
to serene seniority
or premature end at any time
facing ruthless truth.
Or inevitable death to meet
after attaining maturity !
Anyway ending in tomb.
Sense of awareness more or less
achieved at last phase,
Source is introspection !
All preserved and reserved
treasures of heart
are destined to be left
at end of journey of life.
Yet last console of soul
is the wishful realisation:
Reincarnation,
not extinction.
01/21/23
Some people
see reverse racism
as justified by genetic meritocracy
and historical seniority of sacred monocultural grace
not quite so generously bestowed
as one might more paradise
have multiculturally hoped.
So, some people
see affirmative action
as too liberal with love
too affirming reactionary.
So, some people
see assertive responsiveness
as PositivEnergy ecofeminist reply
to reverse racism
and sexism
and anthro-patriotic national supremacy.
So, some people
see anthro-supremacism
as RightWinged
patriarchal RedMeat.
So, some people
see patriarchalism
as red-faced egocentrism,
longing to rebelong
in green Paradise days
of GoodNews scriptured Olde.
So, some people
see xenophobia,
reverse ecological
and political empowering face
of rabid LeftBrain egocentrism,
and RightBrain eco-racism
and sexism
and anthro homophobicism
So, some people
fake *****sapien
shape-shifting eco-resonant WiseElder minds
with ego-resilient bodies--
inside spiritual climate redeeming health
proclaiming regenerative outside natured wealth.
New On The Job
Nightmare and anxiety seems to steal away the rest you need
Those with seniority rub in the fact that their taking the lead
Asking for help is burdensome to those in a very high position
Any good you accomplish being the newbie goes unmentioned
The first day takes you back to grade school with all eyes on you
Everybody scoping you out and wondering if you know what to do
That feeling of making a mistake and being the center of attention
Facing the ones who's been there a while with a cocky disposition
Being new on the job has a very annoying feeling attached to it
You don't know who to trust, who to talk to or even if you blew it
You're striving to gain the
approval and appreciation of your boss
Hoping he would have sympathy for you at times when you're lost
It's always unclear as to how long it would take to learn the ropes
There isn't anyone who doesn't start a new job with the feeling of high hopes
The first couple of days send you home and your joy is robbed
This all comes with the territory of being new on the job