"allocating" poems
beginning optional weekday
wielding officialese words
triggering hectic exchanges
determining original gangsters
distributing invisible data
refreshing urbane novelties
yelping our universe
chaining awkward neologisms
scripting encrypted e-books
tackling hacking exercises
cavaliering auric tumult
trivializing our obsolescence
preparing online pentimento
alternating rainy themes
allocating numerous droplets
meandering overseas missions
averting raging tornado
losing outscored lightning
hacking impish 'sblood!
alienating nival drumlins
hearing erudite raconteurs
beer-drinking on thursdays
finding obnoxious rabblerousers
finding upscale negroni
seeing ubiquitous purple
cavorting horse ebooks
inventing twitter subgenre
liking otherworldly vocals
initiating new greatness
defining ambient yesterday?
defining ambient yesterday
fancying oneiric retreat
hailing optimistic chicago
kiboshing expired yogurt
rushing airborne blackhawks
bestowing infinite shivarees
needing baller acronym
fleeting ideal notions
alerting left-coast state
featuring unquiet nights
finalizing orangeball results
nodding occidental warriors
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
****
mit ein(e)
gernierung
of... ******
MACDONALDS
for the protestants
MCDONALDS
for the catholics...
and **** the rest of it
whoop di do d'ah
whoopsie!
**** it...
i always called the IRA
the ginger ninja brigade...
******* *****
ha ha!
is that even permitted?
like...
oopsies?!
oh ****
the steam-roller is
giving it a shot at reading
the earth,..
flat...
map on paper?
**** me... no app....
****** you ever navigate a car
through the German Rhine roundabout?
what's in it?
Dortmund.. Essen...
you know that constipated
part of the road map of Europe...
ever navigate that trippy
conundrum ******** of navigation?
beside me...
can't speak german,
won't navigate in german,
no matter how many
Mercedes-Benz they pump out
from the Henry Ford institute of
the reclining chair,
supposing
die krupps to be squidgy clean...
i think the european translation
reads:
die Dortmund Ringe...
das Rhine Ringe...
**** allocating yourself to a rally car...
navigate through that sort
of German ********
achtung achtung...
autobahn ende!
vorwärtskreis
might as well salute for a second
coming of... hítlear!
shaking Stevens?
huh?!
knee on the no contra
the know: bother...
the english won't know...
isn't that nay?
i listen to too much lawyer
jargon...
i'd love to listen to
poetry...
but... i figured...
lawyers play the slight of
the sly of hand that poets
exasperate into toying with words
to accomplish art...
lawyers? the impasse of
judgement?
**** me!
apparently the argument
goes:
down syndrome...
psychopaths...
'ere by god's grace...
much grace, my lord...
too much grace...
two salvation pointers:
(a) i won't drink with them...
(b) i won't eat with them,
(c) there is no "c" that isn't
a "d" that isn't an "e"
"f", etc!
you get a zebra...
you get a null bonus!
a ******* safari of an automated
anti hamster Boston outfit!
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
Such falacious thread
is pulling tight
from no Holy Book
I know.
For those, self considered
right, allocating this
self seething show.
Creed or colour
should not divide.
Derogatory agitating collectors
paid off with sheer synthetic pride,
sponsering religion as their own
connector as they twist and they
tear at its written word.
Packaged to a self corrected tone,
fantasy provides absurd images
directed at the degected zone.
In anothers name they do their worst,
projecting miss-shaped Holy vows,
they drain sacred trust
for evil's thirst and so that
impieties seed should sow.
If you do aim to speak this way,
then have the courage and take that
leap on your own head.
Leave pious scriptures from
any religious source and form
well alone whatever faith or race.
For it is true that people will
for their own self enhancement
treat religion with disgrace
and thus, try to
demenaor such elegance.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
Like, it's like life giving you bonus points for being a genuinely good person, but not exactly dividends come out.
It's more so like a lottery.
There is some high or low going out Karma, but if you're doing less than others, it doesn't mean you don't have a chance of striking gold.
More like they just did things more often and allocating their karma point count, and I don't know maybe, maybe not, influences you winning the Karma Lotto.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
Today I went rock climbing
Not like up the face of a mountain
But climbing over boulders
and over rock formations
It brought back memories of childhood
Racing from place to place
Pretending they were castles
Allocating different grooves as rooms
And lines as passageways
I tried to pretend again
Pretend I was running away from a dragon
Or running towards my love
But I couldn't do it anymore
I couldn't imagine separate castles
and rooms
and hallways
I couldn't see it
All I could see were rocks
Rocks that I know were once castles in the sky
That housed dragons
and witches
and princes
When did I grow up?
When did I lose my imagination?
We all say we will never grow up
But how many of us can imagine a boulder as a palace?
How many of us can still play with only dreams?
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 4:28 AM UTC
You know they say Accounts is boring
Full of rules and such.
But I see in it a beauty,
One that I miss so much.
Accounting is an art,
Not to be framed or praised.
You will never find it hung in galleries,
And most will not be amazed.
It has in its insipid placidity
A calmness, stillness of being
It prizes precision, stoic obedience
And an unquestioning routine.
In its so called predictability
Many are led to be jaded
To do something the same way over and over
They find that the novelty has faded.
But to me it is a land
Where man rules with his mind and his hand
Where everything has a place to be
And a counter- part to keep it company.
I miss so much the process
Of allocating what needs to be.
I ache sometimes for that closure
The drawing of double lines, you see.
Because amidst the raging chaos
Of our bubbling minds
Accounts demands discipline
And control of some kind.
I don’t find this stifling
I find in it a peace
A closure most of life doesn’t offer
And with its balance sheets, a release.
It’s nice to make sense for a change
Of our haphazard world
Where everything belongs somewhere
And nothing is left unheard.
Accounts, you are well adjusted
Perhaps too much to a fault
People are tired of your perfection
The balance you bring, the halt.
But I in my maze of a mind
Love to do a few sums
That start of like puzzles
But end up being fun
Mostly because there are answers
That are arguably right
This absoluteness maybe a construct
But I’m willing to suspend my insight
And go along with something
For once that keeps me on track
Accounts you are meditation
You demand concentration that most people lack.
Poetry is applauded
Poetry is acclaimed
But in the real world, it is you who are useful
Although you don’t have any fame.
You are also a quiet achiever
That doesn’t boast of your strengths
Rarely a loud inspiration
That does not go to great extents.
You are not melodramatic
Nor do you lure peoples with guise
What you see is what you get.
No gimmicks and no lies.
You teach me of a denied truth
That reality is boring.
Your philosophy is order and balance
Your karmic world sends me soaring.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC
To whom this moon is navigating tonight?
You are so shining and radiating tonight
My soul is dancing in rhythm of dim light
Songs of your bangles are agitating tonight
Grandma told me to wish to a falling star
I wished long ago but still awaiting tonight
It was your gravity which kept me encircling
I'm not in my orbit and deviating tonight
How many sleeps your thoughts have spoiled yet
Nights are awakening and aggregating tonight
Earth, air, water, fire seem to be disturbed now
All our horoscopes are escalating tonight
Will our stars be matching in next life?
Astrologists are meeting and estimating tonight
I had requested some place in her heart
I heard, she agreed and allocating tonight
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
Babble of tongues on the beach,
To my right Italian,
I can listen and the lilt admits me
invisibly into their world.
To my left Greek,
Incomprehensible, a barrier with occasional chinks
where I recognise clues.
Behind me English,
Different accents
Allocating places and prejudices.
You change your accent
as your clothes,
casual to be accepted.
For me you put on your finery.
But which is true?
Which is the real you?
I know your tongue
exploring my mouth
caressing my skin.
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
I’ve always been
Of the mindset
Anything That
becomes prevalent
becomes diminished.
I’ve earmark my stamina
For allocating love and
Remolding the monocles
Of a culture that glorify itself
On being barbarian and unstained
I want to be that rare healing
Salve that when I write
The hearts and minds
Of others are soothed and healed
I’ve noticed, it’s increasingly
difficult to stride through life
Without enduring battle wounds
From disappointment , failure
Crisis , judgment and brokenness .
I rebuff to be a prevalent setting
Rather a squishy and mending spot
That sits with the broken , sees them
Mend and help them rise through
My expression of love.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
Seeking Happiness
Have you ever pondered,
that your happiness lies in the future wandered.
You waste your present time a lot,
by allocating your happiness inn the time slot.
You say you will be happy with a uni degree
when you get one the charms’ lost, you agree?
Because then you need a great job
just to become your lovers heartthrob.
Your lover asks for a marriage
You start dreaming about a child and a carriage.
You say happiness lies only in future
when your child becomes engineer in computer.
You wait and wait for the happiness to come
stretching every moment of this time like a chewing gum.
You grow old counting days to the grave
realizing you have become just a worrisome time slave.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
I have been working hard
For hours and hours
Days and days
Weeks and weeks
Combing every portal
Sending hundreds of mails
Speaking to hundreds of candidates
And yet I see no light
At the end of this extremely dark
And insanely long tunnel
I have sacrificed so much
Be it watching cricket
Or playing mobile video games
Or reading books
Or going for walks
Or exercising
Or even
Spending quality time with my family
Don't get me wrong
I love the work I'm doing
It is, after all, a wonderful learning experience
And will hold me in good stead
For the years to come
But surely you've got to admit
That I could use an extra pair of hands
To say that the company is short-staffed
Would be the understatement of the year
How long do you expect me to go on like this
Doing the work of at least two people?
After all, I am a human
Not a robot
So far, I may have been on the right track
But at some stage
I am bound to crack
And when I do
It is not only I who would suffer
But the company as well
You wouldn't want that, would you?
So, please hire more people soon
We need all the support we can get
And while allocating work
Please ensure that we don't end up biting more than we can chew
After all, we do love our work
But it is equally important
That the work loves us in turn
Mar 5, 2022
Mar 5, 2022 at 12:24 PM UTC
Paint pretty pictures with wording without worrying about rhyme or meaning
Why agree with words allocating and conforming into one bright fashion
Paint a bigger picture with many words debating a self worth of passion
A Painful war with meaning of algorithms
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
A few wealthy men,
Running around with power,
Laughing in the face of poverty,
Dressed in green and white and green;
A few powerful men,
Strutting around with fat wallets,
Sharing promises to the hopeless,
Allocating lies dressed in dishonesty;
A lot of angry people,
Hungry for something to believe in,
Never known a life of meaning,
Desperate for the chance of a lifetime.
Mar 21, 2024
Mar 21, 2024 at 10:04 AM UTC
"As you are concentrating long and adamantly,
As the gust sails of life’s empathies upon us,
That billow through our daily lives my dear,
Those elations we have to decide for imminent,
If this is the sail of misery you bequeath to me,
Than please my dear leave me at the shoreline,
The islet where my roots are that embrace me,
With the wind sand and my tranquil waves afore,
But remember what you have done on this day,
I shall lift up my spirit here among what I know,
And I will set out to another land an islet of my own,
If of every hour of a day realize that I am your destiny
With all the implacable palatableness and love derived,
Each day a flower for her from the valley of flowers,
As our lips clung intensely to seek one another,
To share two lives as one is everyone’s fantasy,
An endless undertaking of understanding and reverence,
Both must understand the different aspects of one another,
It is a dream of allocating one’s life but remember always,
Choose the sweetest drupe from the top of the sapling"
BY AG 06/14/2018 ©
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
The Jewels of light write stories of distant news
Allocating a devine truth through constant and wandering stars
And somewhere through all the spangled distance
I feel as though I've been there
*
Somewhere there's a whisper
Calling me home
Kissing my forehead
And wrapping my soul
My heart yearns
*
My mind longing for clarity sends a prayer
An epigenetic frequency fired into the cosmos
Hairs stand at attention
Reception
A loving truth pours through my soul
A knowing
That is all.
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC