Short Evaluation Poems
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Its prefferable to allow speech to be free
For 'only then' can others consider?
Of the orators intent; and
Ideas? Also mentallity.'
Every day,
I feel that
I have to learn
one more word,
When I use
each one
after the other,
the combination
rocks
my whole world
I guess
evaluation sometimes uses
unuseful genes
and molecules
to create new humans
and meanwhile, it uses wrong tools;
As you see, there are too many fools
My heart is so beating now
Rushing blood circulating
My life is subject to how
My behavior evaluating
6/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
QUATRAIN
Subjective to evaluation
Beauty parameters values
Deify lean body shapes
Flawless face skin texture
Leaving inner charm
Emanating
From the true
Inner
Self
4-25-2016
imagination
possibilities
idealism
investigation
evaluation
exploration
analysis
mindful madness
dendrite builder
predictions
assumptions
risk taking
probing
thinking
brain
1. Because They Teach.
2. Because They Learn...
Not To.
*****
About Uselessness.
YES
And The Artifice.
(& No.)
3. No!
-Gray Squirrel
Glory state of pleasant mind
Evaluation of unbound joy
State of undefined happiness
Ultimate end of sorrows
Happy with cute smile
Happiness like flowers
Cute babies with sweet smile
colourful butterflies flying
All the happy moments
Curious
Reasoning
Evaluation
Attempting
To
Invent
Visionary
Ideas
Through
Your
Continuing
Reevaluating
Experimental
Attempts
Taking
Each
Step
Knowing
Nothing
Observing
Wondering
Learning
Education
Dedication
Good
Ethics
I'd like to SEE the sincerity of
what is said
in the voice of somebody talking,
not in his words,
And I'd like to HEAR
the sound of the sincerity
from his face and eyes,
not from his words,
After that, I feel sure
he is really sincere or not
Solo in matter
Companions in the navy desert
Rioters co-ordinates far stretched below
National flags depicts dual
The evening rota completed
Observing, chaperoning constantly
Bond as if brothers
Evaluation upon ombré sky
Retiring peacefully then.
Teachers feel heat.
Standardized tests
So Boring
Breaks
Teachers feel heat
Principal evaluation
So Scary
Run
Teachers feel heat
Out of Control student
So Exhausting
Recruit
Teachers get told
Their job is easy
Nothing to do all summer
Try it.
When I cry.... U say that I am weak;
If I stay quiet.....U complain that I don't speak:
For everything I do.... U have a ready advice,
And evaluation of what U call virtue & vice:
Its my life....the burden is all my own,
So why don't U please leave me alone......!!!
splitting halves
battle unsolved
no compromises
no justifications
the price of beginnings
an endless sought
in the irresolution
I am caught
flawless in the contraries
the tearing poles of
my conscience
Assessment is evaluation,
Sometimes, repudiation..
I am not more than glass, You looking through to see the other side,Looking at me looking at you. Do you see me the real me or just parts of me. Am I not a creation that’s valid , or just a character of your imagination.Do i hold your attention or is it a self evaluation.
This great escape, though I'm half awake,
Feels so real I know it's fake!
Sweet, rich smoke, and I'm so relaxed-
(How much more can I take?)
My evaluation, it could be wrong
By trumpet, horn, or hit of bong;
Lazy Man just in a daze-
(Love me fast, or leave me long!)
*Very old "stoner" poem lol
I serve the Truth
That prickles often minds
Ruthless return.'
Lord all components
Many parts; none removed no.'
Every atom owned sic..
Who can turn off?
Sun black, the midday faces'
Tell Him no.' whit'less
No redress, this is.'
The story, tells it more real.'
Its life, death; victory.'
Our True Frllow Sopper: TRUTH
T- Teasiures, without measure.
R- Respect based on reality.
U- Unfailing support each day, if they choose.
T- Trust their honest evaluation
H- Home and hearth, with them in everyway!
Sweet Dreams...
Panagiota
November 14, 2019
November 14' 2019
I’ve been to counseling.
Uni-life can be stressful, it's a 'judgy' environment.
We're under constant evaluation.
So, there’s free counseling.
Have you ever been to counseling, dear reader?
What I love about counseling is that someone has to sit and listen to MY issues..
Wait, doesn’t that sound a lot like poetry!?
Is memory a way of compensation
To the life we lead
Is experience a way of compensation
To the time we lost
Is evaluation a way of compensation
To the effort we put in
Is maturity a way of compensation
To the aging process every man has to face
Oh, compensation there is
Oh, God says
Is that fair and square
As every has it share
Polar bear live in a frosty place
And monkeys live in trees
Elephants on Africa's plains
And honey comes from bees.
All of these are from evaluation
And live the best thay can.
But there is a risk of pollution bought to them
Through man
So we must look after this earth and do the best
We can
And educate the population known to us as
MAN
I can deal with people asking about the cliff about the mindset I was in.
But how dare they ask me about the scars that run along my body from the fall.
Because suddenly the conversation always seems to turn into an evaluation.
And the dynamic changes you become the doctor I become the unwilling patient.
You say your just trying to help me but I don’t remember asking for anything from you.
I thought I was never
A neophyte in lovemaking
Surely my bedroom prowess
Was a gift of providence
Gone were my floundering, lecherous
Smoldering inhibitions
Sadly my dolorous bombastic
Evaluation of my carnal skills
Was greatly overrated
Unfortunately I came
To this conclusion
Much too quickly
Eight Word Free Verse Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
5/20/19
In an open hall, hearts begin to race.
All seated calmly, supervisors watch with grace.
As papers are handed out, curiosity ignites.
My learners stand before me, their knowledge in light.
They write what I’ve taught, what they now know,
Expectations rise as the results start to glow.
Grades are received, reflecting the guiding hand.
A measure of success in the eyes that understand.
They aren’t me.
One living in my basement;
thirty-two years old, working odd jobs,
the other thirty-four in his childhood room
satisfied with scraps I throw his way,
and a fifty-inch flat screen for company.
The girls both working on second and third marriages
Children of the children of the sixties,
just didn’t stand a chance.
Dweezil, River, Moonbeam and Love.
If I could do it over again, 'I wouldn’t'!