Short Allocate Poems
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Earth glows in the dark like a bauble
Though sometimes its orbit will wobble
In Glasgow they came
To allocate blame
Knowing Scotch can make eagles gobble!
not merely willing but rather eager
to allocate time to hold hands
ego comprehends this not
but heart understands
alive in each moment
awareness of Self at rest
seeing all forms as God’s light
soul’s cocooned in heart’s bliss nest
Can I call you mine?
I guess not.
It took me some time
To realize this fact.
Smiles reassure second chances
But never will it
Blossom and bloom.
Lady, I am weary.
Induce me a deep sleep
And allocate my fears.
Though I call you mine;
Your heart,
With aggravations,
Will never be.
Pssst Got a Minute?
By: Tom Wright
9/21/01
So inconsequential, our minutes may seem,
They're given to idleness, and oft to daydream.
Rarely do we consider, that increments in time,
When linked with others, make a life sublime.
So allocate time wisely, giving to God each day,
For time is too precious, to let slip away.
Surveillance across the border
Can't stop this tricky misfit
Dyed in the wool habits
Propagate my quantum unzip
Features festering on a broken age
Creatures gesturing to allocate sage
Where grass grows plenty
Ill be unloading the Chesapeak
Shipliner still dazed
On animal plantation
We'll circle the globe
Figuring out what to do
And lay in jewel tombs
The way we're supposed to
Mind has
its own cabins,
where we can find
love, hate, anger,
happiness and
much more.
All emotions
can't fit in one,
they are complex,
and tend to have,
their own cabins,
where they thrive.
It is up to you
how many good
and bad cabins,
you want your
mind to allocate
and handle.
Clean the cabins
with negativity,
put away the burden,
and keep them
for things that
matter you most.
Impressions of the waif, the overload
dissensions allocate ~ insolvent, told
are they that wile and wait
the other's strode!
While time be not incumbent
~ is not old,
to front concerns, not slumber
~ must unfold!
My life is not assunder
~ with grief's hold,
or looks for daily number
~ towards greed's gold!
The Now ~ my master's rumble
~ speaks, implodes
it's to my feet ~ the jumper
~ must explode
God's call remerits wonder
~ my unmold!
Adroit in this quagmire so meticulously infused
I yield yet the ground beneath me moves
Alone in a room of people I stand confused
Attune in this menagerie so materially abused
Seclusion notwithstanding I relinquish, capitulate, cede
Devoid of qualm I succumb daftly to the lure revealed
Subdued by my rivalry I prevail, endure, exist
Simply a nuance of distinction I concede permit
Infantile I accede yet somehow circumspectly survey
Surreptitiously I allocate the acquisition of the day