Short Directives Poems
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The world fought over haiku
Purists wouldn't compromise or bend the rules
... Finally directives we can understand
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
How you do it?
Know by My spirit
Know by important directives
Know by initiatives
Know in irreversible insights
Know irresistible knowing
Know up
Know you
Know
Love
Lord
my boss is such a crab!
We all giggled at the bar
Truly, he is grouchy and mean
His directives sound like tar
We are laughing our petootsies off
one of the workers falls off her stool
She has no idea about accountant work
She works in a lovely grade school
despite desolate despair Denise Denniman desperately denied
depression. Devoutly devoted dervishes dictated disbelief and
despair. Dodging dinosauric dipsy-doodle, Denise’s Dippity-doo
demanded direction. Discombobulated directives dishonored
disillusioned dweebs and desperados
shadows protrude the physical realm
pilots of light at our vessels helm
directives plotted , mapped and charted
intuition , gateways guarded
competing forces triggering sparks
understanding to avoid the dark
skullcap , fortress , our mind dwells
heart of hearts , life and love
our holy grail.........
Demi-gods,directives in whispers
pact made in secrecy,done indiscreetly
Originally defiled,by those whom beguiled
enslave those of light,to serve their might
Brood of the past in constant war
mandated slaughter of each,'till no more
Nature of nature in opposition
each in force gaining position...........
Think of elsewhere
where the day
has grown old
perhaps with a remembrance
of what has trespassed
concerning what now goes
throughout these hours here.
Now what does it fit
to cry by uprooting trees
or cry by wrong paintings
or cry by a wrong directives
or even cry by whims
and caprices of abyssimal
or in fact even wrongly cry
oh! later you may
swallow it a going.
All I want is time to write,
A little space,
Some oak trees and butterflies.
All I want is a cardinal to land
A few feet away
on God's terms
All I want is the spirit to work
And think and pray and play
on my own terms
That will be more than enough
Thank you very much
Now fly home, fairy queen
Your mission is clear.
Your directives are there.
I am grateful to you, my friend.
Poetry for the soul
Pithy wisdom for all
Practical directives
Praises to the Most High
Prophetic messages
Petitions for refuge
Pastoral, soothing words
April 9, 2021
Contest: Pleiades P
Sponsor: Kim Merryman Placed 1st
April 12, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (Apr 14) Contest
May 23, 2021
entered in the Bite Size 2 Poetry Contest NA
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Street Signs
Before books, there were directives.
STOP in lacquered red.
ONE WAY like doctrine.
Language hung above us—
bright, declarative,
impossible to ignore.
On corners where pigeons argued with wind,
metal decided who belonged:
Harlem. Broadway. Houston.
We inherited arrows
before we inherited choice.
Somewhere between
NO STANDING ANYTIME
and WALK,
we learned to move anyway.
Along with Church and State
it is increasingly obvious
that Education must share
the same taboo (Ignorance
planted in fertile minds
will grow, and in short time
such evil will show throughout
a culture and its government)
Youth has no voice
other than those it is given--
easy prey for a Union
of Educators who have
lost all Moral Compass
and Honorable Spiritual
directives, while the good
teachers remain silent
to a fault….
Owl eyes break as dimming light worms about,
Hollow clap surrenders a sparked ribboning,
Escapees breakout from their misty cells,
Wakes of earthen prints puddling,
Harbored ills bade sanctuary,
A glassy millpond beholds the begotten,
Abrupt warming tempts the absence,
Stirred tea sweetly idling,
An archer colorfully tools the realm,
Directives wondering,
Vibrant life answering,
A stranger to loneliness,
...I felt like being alive.
The Mask Question
By Miracle Man
November 19, 2020
Beneath this mask we’re encouraged to wear,
is a muffled question without definitive resolve.
Is it to cover our anguish, suffering and despair,
or will it actually speed this pandemic’s dissolve?
None among us know just what lies ahead,
so we mask up, wash often, and social distance.
Not following these directives the virus can spread,
but as with all things some have shown resistance.
Just back from lunch,
On your desk there's a bunch
Of data to crunch.
You set right down to it,
But before you get through it,
You find yourself not wanting to do it.
"What's wrong?" you may wonder,
As you quickly knuckle under
To the tempting caresses of slumber.
We're just not meant to work
When in us there lurk
Directives and deadlines to shirk.