Soft and smooth, freshly manicured with
No trace left behind of struggle or woe;
Hard to gauge the multitude of daily trials
Or the enormous good and success bestowed.
He’s not afraid to let harsh enemies see his strength.
Strong and firm, his grasp telegraphs immaculate powers,
His steeled convictions and unyielding determination,
And the hell that might rain down in furious showers.
From all directions his enemies test his mettle
Then find themselves wilted on bloody ground.
Respect replaces immature, misguided disdain and fear
When he wields the power of Light and sound.
Gentle, with kindness and bountiful praise
He guides his family and subordinates through remarkable lives.
To others, “You will do it because if you don't...” his favorite phrase,
As he looks intently into their cowardly eyes.
There’s no wavering, no fear. His hopeful message is crystal clear.
Each declaration of his executive powers is deliberately penned
To fight prior injustices, selfish evil, and despicable greed.
The American people know in his powerful hands is all the strength we need.
Categories:
subordinates, courage, inspiration, political, power,
Form: Rhyme
the medical obstruction of justice as opposed to the medical obstruction to justice
logic and logical assembly of sentences without derivations nor deviations
as i am not the team but the expression of free speech
as i am not property, yet i am anothers possession
another right is violated, the medical oath is not licensable as the incision into free while collecting payment
physical oath is not a valid statement
my physical condition is being attacked and sold and purchased as tissue to erode and validate philosophical conjecture
next argument of logic
exposure death/death by exposure to the elements
requires that i authorize spending on my own behalf for i am instructionally superior to my subordinates.
an in humane condition is being constructed out of my body by the state of california and the united states of america
this is my civil right in writing to define this crime against me as a man
Categories:
subordinates, abuse, america, betrayal, corruption,
Form: Free verse
Raft branch buoyed in canopy crossroad
Ocelot pillow paws rail rainforest rotunda
Yataghan claws trail trunk, track cathode
Assailant arouse pounces, stiff tail rudder
Lithe, while night looms, lightspeed silent
Ogling exotic shores - she yanks anchor
Centipede nimble Queen needs her tiara
Evermore adorned, baubles bean arabica
Lustrous pearl dozes on dark décolletage
Opulent moon mother of tides, sly tyrant
Tortures subordinates to claim her island
Iridescent iris treasure hunt sailor ocelot
Spotted sea captain keeps snake for halo
Lapis lazuli exclusively steers royal yacht
Asphyxiating prey, Casper crouch lay low
Navigating her way to throne, puss pirate
Drapes cashmere ears in conquest crown
Nautical Nineteenth November
Categories:
subordinates, animal, beautiful, character, dark,
Form: Acrostic
You are so quiet,
Your appetite doesn't clash with your sight,
Your wisdom doesn't match your boredom,
It is no longer your freedom.
Your absolutism is the snowball,
Your cross is searching for the remedy for your downfall,
The curse will be broken sooner,
The new life will be greener.
This life is nothing but built on your fragile memories,
Frailty peeps into the stiff tweets.
To live is to bear a double-edged sword,
To die is to fulfil the prophecy of the unknown Lord.
You are never nothing,
To predict your intent is always thought-provoking.
Words cannot always tell the tale,
Because words are flaccid.
For your mistakes to be undone,
For your profanity to be cleaned,
In between the vivid lines,
I will wait for your redemption,
And will look for you in your false solitude.
Categories:
subordinates, character, life, metaphor, perspective,
Form: Free verse
A noble person, do not disdaing their fellow men and subordinates ...
Lives and knows how to share his ideas with those of others ...
We don't depress himself for
Not knowing how to dance ... Let's follow the rhythm
ourselves ..
Lives life with a sense of justice
and let others live this way too ...
There is no poor or rich, live in peace with yourself ...
If God who is powerful did not do everything in one day, how to wait us to do it...
Titles are worth nothing if we do not express ourselves with accordance ....!
Categories:
subordinates, allusion, appreciation, encouraging, extended
Form: Prose Poetry
Embroidery whose titan never gets credit
An empire whose founder is long forgotten
And exists only as an adage, whose tale relives
Long forgotten history
History that ministered hope to those dimming out
Shone paths to those whose itinerary was threatened by
Dark dusks and cloudy daytimes
A magnate whose reputation was the
Long run cup of poison, brewed enough to take his life
An army general whose subordinates conspired and unseated
Him, uncrowned him from glory with thorns
A trusted cognate who is declared illegitimate at the reading
Of a will
We all are victims of our previous milestones misunderstood
Fruitful efforts unappreciated and rightful places robbed
Once we were at the pinnacle but we only stare up at it
From the footstool we found ourselves suddenly
The peak of one mountain seemingly the bottom of the other
The tempting decision to drop off the pinnacle and grow wings
To land on the top of Everest or the slopes of Aberdares
Whichever the outcome let it be loud,
You were once at the top, and you are back there!
Categories:
subordinates, confidence, courage,
Form: Free verse
I have in my life some sad stories no one would love to hear, moments when my mind grapples with dilemma, fear shouting for me to give Him an ear. Courage seated there shaking his head! Oh dear. That moment when the future is shrouded with uncertainty.
I mean those times when sadness seems eternal. That point in life when human misery runs, giggling in all its cruel ways. By day and by twilight, bound in destitute.
I am viced between truth and ignorance. Oppressed from the day I was born. I was denied by society and Poverty nursed me. In agony, rage and fury I cry but no hears me. Poverty knows no man, righteous or wicked, a noble or plebian. Every day he has new subordinates, civilisations and economies of the world crumble to their knees before His throne.
Vanity is my course of existence. When you see me soaked in marijuana smoke, just know I have tried to run away from this vicious cycle of poverty. I was not fast enough since,
I was enslaved from the day I left my mother's womb.
When you stare at those walls my friends and I clothed in graffiti, may you at least find the meaning between these lines.
Categories:
subordinates, depression, emotions,
Form: Free verse
You open the flood gates if you say
You come from the bush and are in power,
So beside your regular pay
Some misappropriation won't matter.
Billions may pass on your belt each day
And your heart, dangling in greed,
May say to you: "Rustic fellow, make hay
While you can. Only bounds don't exceed."
Your move needs multiple endorsers
En route for the cash to come through.
Further, you lay yourself open to those bribers!
Truly, the day you did it you may rue!
"Where in the world has anyone
Been squeaky clean holding money like this?
As there's none under the sun
Taking some won't be that amiss!
"Seeing you insist on doing this,...
Even though you'll mislead your subordinates,
And are actually providing a basis
For graft,...Open the flood gates!
Money taken from the public purse
Will be in the tens of trillions!
You'll be engendering a captured burse
And bewildered citizens!
Categories:
subordinates, allusion, corruption, extended metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Ingenious, sin deceives by taking right
and warping slight, its plumb no longer true,
till what seems good to man in dub’ous light
is clear maligned, askance, to be eschewed.
Subtle departure from divine decrees
occurs near unperceived through loosened bounds
on that which God ordains, by small degrees,
till far from what is written one is found.
Confusing Father's love with that which sates,
or, willful, grants the creature more accord
till our Creator it subordinates,
thus we turn gifts to that which is abhorred.
The heart, with sin infected, beyond cure,
seeks evil with each beat; detests the pure.
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 04/30/2022
Categories:
subordinates, evil, heart, sin,
Form: Sonnet
I see a lot of people hustle,
I notice how they bustle.
I sense a lot of them working ostentatiously,
I know they are tired and hungry
Craving for success, for something new
Yet only a privilege given to a few.
Sick of fiction, got fed up with urbanization
Are you a prisoner of your own nation?
Subordinates obey their bosses
A power that makes one weak, they possess
Will you always agree too easily?
Will you do as they say, eagerly?
You can always disagree and say 'no'
But you can ask too, if you don't know.
Think twice first, know when to kneel
An abused well-being is almost impossible to heal.
You can touch your forehead on the ground
But equality is at times quite hard to be found.
A kowtow should be a token of homage,
A sign of deep respect regardless of age--
Not a truce of superiority, nor an act of fake worship
Of being a slave from your own shadows and steps.
Categories:
subordinates, abuse, anger, corruption, hate,
Form: Rhyme
An ancient sage once warned the citizenry:
Pray for the welfare of the government.
For without the fear of its legislation
Every man would swallow his fellow (man) alive.
This is in need of a slight change in the USA
For the Trump Presidency (2016 to ?):
Pray for the welfare of the governed --
That the leader not swallow his subordinates alive
January 02, 2019
Categories:
subordinates, political, power, prayer, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
THEY COVERED A WIDE RANGE OF APPROACHES
CERTAIN ONE'S THEY SOUGHT UNFIT, BUT WOULD
REVISE THEM TO HAVE OTHER'S INPUT, THE INPUT
FROM THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN TAUGHT THE SECRETS
OF "tHe DuE-dEn-mOuNd ". tHE aCEINT ART OF
" WRESLTE SCIENTIA"
THEORITICAL SCIENTIA AND THE MORE POPULAR
APPLIABLE APPROACHES. tHE LEDGEND GOES, WHEN
THE MEN OF 500 (HOURS) HAS SEEN THE dELGRIN OF
MEATUS, " WHICH SMIRK'S ARE SUM'S OF MILLIONS
AND THE PROMISES OF GOLD AND WEALTH, FINDS HIM
TO SEE HIS PATH AS THE WAYS TO INSPIRE, HIS CALL SHALL
MAKE STRAIGHT THE WHINDING PATHES
THAT HE ONCE HAD TAKEN. hE SHALL STUDY, TO BE BEST, AND
HIS KNOWLEDGE SHALL EXPAND TO THAT OF A "DuE GeE-bUOf"
THE MALE FACTER OF MATTER, HE SHALL SWELL TO MAKE HER HIS QUEEN
AND THOSE MEN THAT SEEK WEATH SHALL SEE HIM AS GREAT, AND SHALL RECOGINIZE HE SHALL LEAD THEM INTO THE EVENING
THAT THEY SHALL WORK IN THE NIGHT, AND BE REWARDED BY WEATH AND FAVOR ( HOST OF SEXY WOMEN)
THE BLESSING OF gOD, hE WHO CREATES, AND DISTRIBUTES LOVE.
LEADERS HAVE FOLLOWERS: mANAGERS HAVE SUBORDINATES !
Categories:
subordinates, appreciation, business, computer, creation,
Form: Ballad
About the deceased say either good or nothing,
Therefore at the funeral of the deceased chief,
The subordinates danced in full silence,
With happy faces, but slowly with grief!
Categories:
subordinates, death of a friend,
Form: Quatrain
POPE FRANCIS
My,
Pope, nothing,
Interest me most then,
The way thou matches
Like American army,
I idolize thee,
When will I be like thee?
Thy shoes are like the Italian shoes,
While thy stockings are like,
The white horse,
When will I match like thou?
Thy legs are as pure as peter,
While thy eyes are like mine.
Cardinal Arinze,
Tell Rev.
Father Ejike Mbaka that,
It’s the time to put-on the,
Red cap.
Tell his subordinates,
That they should not forget,
Their cross,
My pope,
When will I put-on thy white garment.
Tell,
The reverend Fathers and the,
Sisters that it’s time to,
Remember the epistle of,
St. John.
Tell,
Cornel Ojukwu,
That it’s the time to remember,
The Biafra’s once more.
But,
Do not hesitate to intimate,
Nnamdi Azikewe,
Tell,
The American government that,
The war is over,
But remember to intimate British,
Government and,
Nigerians soldiers.
My pope,
I will love thee now and forever more.
THEMES
1. Unity
2. Visitation
3. Peace
4. Love
5. Love and unity
6. Holiness and Imitation
Categories:
subordinates, appreciation, happiness,
Form: Epic
Lies are complicated.
They twist and grow and change with time.
You can lie to anyone.
Lie to your parents to show them what they want to see.
Lie to your children to show them what they need to see.
Lie to your friends to give them hope.
Lie to your enemies to take it away.
Lie to your lover to keep them happy.
Lie to your abusers to drive them down.
Lie to your subordinates to keep them in line.
Lie to your superiors to rise above them.
But do not lie to yourself.
The moment you start to believe your own lies, you have already lost.
Categories:
subordinates, truth,
Form: Free verse
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