"diversify" poems
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Behind Me—dips Eternity—
Before Me—Immortality—
Myself—the Term between—
Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray,
Dissolving into Dawn away,
Before the West begin—
’Tis Kingdoms—afterward—they say—
In perfect—pauseless Monarchy—
Whose Prince—is Son of None—
Himself—His Dateless Dynasty—
Himself—Himself diversify—
In Duplicate divine—
’Tis Miracle before Me—then—
’Tis Miracle behind—between—
A Crescent in the Sea—
With Midnight to the North of Her—
And Midnight to the South of Her—
And Maelstrom—in the Sky—
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a lupine prayer
to bear and bull
cry wolf
cry wolf
cry wolf
now look into his eyes
until you think like I do
and then take a desperate man
for his last penny
(finance options available)
go long on a cheeky Nando's
followed by
no
inflation
constant
expansion
short the small print
and profit from the fight
against pollution by
investing in the future
but as returns don't come cheap
diversify and purify the self
the Ganges is so polluted
it has gall bladder cancer
the main economic indicators
are telling us that
inflation is set to jump, while
British statisticians are optimistic
that the housing ladder
will continue to defy gravity
as it is an export barometer
with a blue eyed quant inside
crying wolf
crying wolf
cry wolf
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC
I used to keep my baby teeth in a butterscotch tin.
I guess I was making an investment
in tooth-fairy stock; trying to diversify my easter bunny portfolio.
Quarters: Like chocolate I could feed into a Coinstar and turn to dollar bills
which I could then use to buy more chocolate.
I just, hey, I just remembered that I have a butterscotch tin filled with quarters
sitting in the back of my closet right now. Funny,
when things move in circles like that--I can’t even remember
the last time I ate a butterscotch. Or even how my final tooth
came out, which I’d think would be a milestone.
I was eating an egg-salad sandwich when I lost one of the last ones--
I just took a bite and one tooth stayed behind.
For weeks I couldn’t even look at a sandwich,
I just kept thinking about the disturbing look of blood on mayonnaise.
I wonder if there’s much business for the tooth fairy these days--
my dad, winding blue ribbons around small stacks of quarters so they’d look nice;
my dad, stepping on LEGOs in the dark and stifling swears;
my dad, navigating bedroom geography to make a swift exchange
while I slept and turned a tidy profit, trading old small parts
for riches and a grown-up mouth.
Now I wonder what they did with my wisdom teeth,
after they pulled them out last year.
Were they drilled out, finally, into dust? Or did
a dental surgeon slip some pilfered teeth
beneath his pillow on the sly,
turning one last profit out of my face,
the summer someone noticed
I needed a grown-up mouth?
All I know is that for days
I stayed at home moaning into my pillow,
strung out on percocet and eating anything
that could be sipped through a straw.
(It was only then I discovered the Sonic had stopped
serving butterscotch shakes--years ago, apparently.
You’d think I’d have noticed. But then, you’d think
I’d notice lots of things.)
I wonder how much my teeth would be worth now.
I wonder if the tooth-fairy has adjusted for inflation.
I still get excited over stray quarters,
but now I guess I just have to find them on the street
like everyone else does.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
Sitting alone in my bed,
Anxiously yearning the touch of something different.
Contemplating about differences,
Visualizing the new experiences,
Mesmerizing about different beauties,
Fantasizing the new opportunities,
About women of different cultures,
Ethnicity and upbringing.
Pay no mind to the language barrier,
As our body speak that universal language,
We can have intellectual conversations,
We can have passionate interactions.
Lets's ponder with deep imagination,
As we diversify this love, ignore it's discrepancies,
So girls of all colors come closer and get drawn like crayola,
As we paint this picture to see what we can make of this blend of colors.
Envision this:
Background music effectively babysitting my thoughts as I listen,
Laying under the moon,
With that special person.
Inwardly rehearsing,
Every move to make,
Opportunities to take,
Intaking the passion from the air she breathes out,
Creating chemistry not even Einstein could figure out.
This love should be an equal opportunity,
You plus me that's all that should matter.
So would you explore your heart?
Release the stereotypes that keep you in the dark?
As darkness falls,
Our temperatures rise.
A reflection of moonlight shimmers in those eyes.
They tell me your secrets;
I tell you no lies.
What lies beneath your skin will be ugliness' demise.
Ironic, in the dark you see me for who I truly am.
And I tell you who you truly are.
So far. So good.
So deep, it goes beneath your beauty,
It goes beyond whatever society will tell you not to do with me.
Tonight your biases shall not rule thee,
For I am king of this pride.
Swallow your pride and swallow my pride.
Release the wait of inhibition and take this ride.
Our inner flames fueled by passion shall light our way.
They say, we are blind but it is only in darkness that we truly see.
Give up shallow emotions, let your heart be free.
Immerse yourself in this reality:
My love is river, all else is only skin deep.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 7:11 AM UTC
Buttercups Diversify!
Posted by Olivia Kent on June 19, 2013 at 11:46am
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Buttercups Diversify!
In peach tinted temple of time,
Painted in poetry's dreams,
We kiss, we talk, we ,
Writing leisure through pleasure and pain,
I laid on your bed,
You bathed my shoulders so sore,
Left me smouldering with desires for you,
You donated to me, while we played in daylights sweet kiss,
A sweet single bright buttercup,
Dressed in waxen yellow,
Precious petals sparkling, shining ,
Glowing in the afternoon, after laying on the the spiky dry grass,
After dancing had passed,
A garden full of dreamers dressed in pink and white, blessed with fragrance, pure.
Collected from a century of rose tree,
The tree had seen much over the years about a century I was told,
Witnessed bombings in the blitz,
Watched mother's father's children's kiss,
Flowers of such beauty, dressed with a drizzle of love's sensation tickles,
As the dance goes on!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
I haven't been writing much lately.
My vault is being emptied into you
Instead of into poems,
I think.
Maybe I'm running low
And need to go to the bank to get some change.
Maybe I need to
Diversify my portfolio, so to speak.
Maybe
I need to go to the casino
And take a gamble to see if I can refill it.
But I've never been good at any game but slots
So you'd have to come help me.
We can count cards all night
And stuff my safe with the anticipation
And risk of getting caught.
Maybe I just need an accountant.
Maybe I need a loan.
Maybe I need you to be my loan-shark.
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 11:50 AM UTC
There once was a child living wild and free
Within that child are an abundance of dreams
To become anything his mind wishes to be.
One day the moon glistens and seduces his eye
And the white puffy suits begin to suit his mind.
A week later his minds ideas begin to diversify.
He sees a hero in blue show what he can do, so,
Now he wants to grow up and catch bad guys too.
In another week or two that idea will be through.
Next thing you know, he’s playing catch with dad
Watching ball on TV thinking “That would be rad!”
But that doesn’t last and he decides to move past
Because as you grow up you find out who you are
And realize that not everyone can be a shining star.
Rather, be your own star, that’s what’ll take you far.
Time flies by and this child is now a grown man.
His mind has matured and he developed a plan
To become as successful and happy as he can.
He still misses the days where he could dream
Of anything his mind could dream to be, but,
He knows you must be blind before you can see.
Now he’s is the real world doing what he loves.
He worked for what he wanted and never gave up
When life threw a curveball he put on a catchers glove.
It doesn’t take a man to fill a boy’s shoes
It takes a boy to fill a man’s shoes.
In other words,
Don’t let people tell you what to do with your life.
You were born with your own two feet
To eventually walk in your own two shoes.
If you let someone fill your own shoes
You will lose the feet you were born with to walk on.
Instead of living a life in the driver seat
You have to settle as a passenger
Letting the driver control your direction.
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 8:10 PM UTC
Perfection of my bad habits/
headed to Budapest seeking Buddha/
the root of all evil had it/
bared fruit which is truth/
prequel to the madness/
time could only tell
so I'm killing it on tales end/
new urban legends substitution time just flew bye/
plane to see tail spin
nose dive flat crashing
I need coffee to survive/
know limit is the sky
I'm under the weather cloudless grounded temperature on the rise/
I could bite my tongue
So I speak with my eyes/
blink you may miss it like a mistress/
spending all yours with your wife/
life is a drug addicted/
I need a second opinion/
doctor told me death is all that can be prescribed/
what a gamble if I lose shambles all in or diversify/
Spirits in the air impaired perceptions unclear/
All these bad habits
I'm ill prepared/
Circle of life where do we go from here/
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
i spend a lot of time changing, changing clothes and changing earrings and glasses and world views. my opinions leave me quicker than my eyelashes do, and i don't know how to stick them back on because false eyelashes aren't cheap but they don't sell fake opinions at the dollar store. i don't even know what currency i'd use to buy them---my energy? morals? creativity? all spent and gone months before now. i spend most of my energy trying to become the kind of person people like, or at least admire, or are at least intimidated by. if i can't care about you at least i can make you want me to. is that fair? does my loneliness justify the pedestal i put myself on? pride is my only currency left and i don't know how to diversify. at this point all i know how to say is i'm sorry, i'm sorry i'm constantly a changed person, constantly ridding myself of the baggage tugging on my skin, baggage that sits quietly until i am finally comfortable in my seat, quietly until it screams and i have to start over again. unclipping luggage was never so difficult as a child but then again i didn't have this much.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
1.) Our US based Clients have recently begun negotiating/implementing changes to the terms of our Purchasing Agreements that will allow them the ability to pay in currencies other than the US Dollar. Usually, the most requested forms of payment are now in either RMB/Yuan, Euros, Rubles, or Dinars.
2.) Tied to this, we have also noticed that our US based Clients are relocating their payment centers out of the US, usually from New York. Instead, we are now being told that we will need to be invoicing our US Clients through their new payment offices, located in such places as Dubai, Singapore or more times than not; Hong Kong. Also, those same individuals/Department VPs, usually based out of New York, we are now finding, have also suddenly relocated to these various countries in order to set up their new payment centers.
The companies involved are household names.
So if they are starting to diversify their payment centers away from using US Dollars, we (meaning I and my Chinese partner), can only assume that they know something is coming and that being tied to a US Dollar based transaction could place them at a competitive disadvantage.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
They have been bought
everything has a price
the best way to invest
to diversify
to profit
is to take free will
and end it
the market loves that dollar
and so do we
worse than extremists
are those who walk the line
between sanity and the alternative
everything is better
without inhibition
Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 4:40 PM UTC
I thought and I set of what life is to me
Actually! I have a dream
I have a dream to open doors and let my wishes in to survive
I anxiously and I urge to make my life valuable and let the past be
I have a dream, a dream to socialise
I have a dream, a dream to express my talents, to society yes.
I have a dream, a dream to brighten my future, to society yes.
I have a dream, a dream to handle challenges and let my heart love and care
Acquire the ability and stabilise the requirements of my thoughtful senses and hopes
Resemble the minds of those who heal and let me breath out disgrace to suit grace
I have a dream, a dream to diversify
I have a dream, a dream to successful life
I have a dream, a dream to see and individual stand and say,
because of you, I've build an empire
because of you, I never give up
because of you, I'm singing a song
and I say, thank you
thank you for making me believe
thank you for building trust in me
thank you.
I have a dream.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
I dream of a world where passions are free to thrive,
Where we’re not controlled by rules that tell us how to live our lives,
But we’re stuck inside a world where people don’t try to diversify,
This place I call the place where people’s passions go to die.
I don’t think people understand it but we’re all basically the same,
Listening to the same repetitive music over again and again,
I don’t like what I’m hearing it sounds illogical and vain,
I listen to what I listen to so how people view me is maintained.
It’s the same with fashion, technology, media and trends,
And no matter how much I want to leave it, the cycle never ends,
My personality is biased and based on what society recommends,
And makes me contemplate if those I call friends are really friends.
Because I like poetry and writing and to most that’s quite obscene,
I’m not like them buying expensive clothes from expensive magazines,
So when I look into the mirror I know exactly what I see!
I see a guy who’s way too scared to be who he wants to be!
Step back, Breathe in, breathe out, repeat, relax,
There’s a point about all of this that I’m wanting to inspire,
If there’s something that you love, wish to be or admire,
Don’t sit by idly, letting the passion you have expire,
Do something with your dreams and make it something you require.
So rise up! Don’t let anyone tell you what you can and can’t be,
Who cares wether or not the people surrounding you agree,
The passion inspires action and the action is the key,
For you to say to yourself how great it is to be me.
So you finally made it, a world where passions are free to thrive,
Where you’re not controlled by rules that tell you how to live your life,
A world that you created to be slightly more diversified.
You’re no longer in the place where people’s passions go to die.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
So Corbyn has promised the Earth
And Labourites can't see the mirth
Diane Abbott's sums
Will Make us all bums
With no homes and negative worth
JC will fix our NHS
Sort out the Conservative mess
Millions more Docs and nurses
From his magical purses
Where the money's from's anyone's guess
Countless new cops on the beat
Is Corbyn's inspiring new bleat
But his short working week
Turns the scene rather bleak
With less police hours on the street
"For the Many" you hear Corbyn say
But if Jeremy gets his own way
He'll jump through the hoops
For terrorist groups
Like our good friends the old IRA
Corbyn stands by unchecked immigration
To diversify our entire nation
Don't shed a tear
As our new friends land here
Viewing our jobs with anticipation
Renationalise everything now
The TUC love a good row
Production will dive
As untouchables skive
Thanks to Labour's trades union cash cow
Labour's 70s weren't all that bad
Even though they made millions sad
Corbyn will take us back
But you won't get the sack
For the unions, we all should be glad
Tax big companies ever so hard
Is Jeremy's vote-winning card
Then look on in glee
As these companies flee
And your job moves to some foreign yard
Democracy thrives in the Left
The way Corbyn works is so deft
We'll have vote after vote
Till the miserable goat
Gets results that won't leave him bereft
My conclusions may seem rather gory
It's Labour's ridiculous story
The only way free
Anyone sane can see
Is to cross the box next to the Tory
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 12:39 PM UTC
When will we ever learn
Not to love with ALL our heart
I suppose it just means
I'm a bad economist.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
I hate you , that's very vigorous
The damage you have done , diversify , mutilated , abandoned .
My heart decayed , by every deceit from your prismatic divine lips.
I have become so numb to the brokenness , I'm lying if I said I loved you.
Silence but yet surrounded by so many , emptiness but yet so full of rage.
I close my eyes , squeeze them so hard I'm seeing spots of different colors .
The scars on my body are a canvas flow of artwork to the hatred I have for you deep in my burning soul.
What you've become is hard to see , the mirrors have shattered by the monster of reflection .
Cries that howl upon me , darkness is what I see .
Sleepless nights , insomnia that you caused , a million questions but not an answer to anyone , the unanswered I'll never know .
The bubbling blood , that rises when I see you or hear your name, every picture and smashed frame.
A thousand words and meanings they say a picture has but only one comes to my mind and that's hate
That's all I will ever have.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
as this sunrise
gives me a blanket of comfort
irreplaceable by women; i bring my head to ground
the presences is seized by the morning.
imagine, your scent to wander this place.
the lavender trails, the roses to follow
the honey to study, the water to admire
and the peach to taste
the skin is **** the fruits is underneath
to my eyes, it will be a taste to remember
the juice release a call of appreciation
for a touch to outline the color
anxious, impatience, to feel the sunrise it is
on my lips as my tongue believes in it
to be the only fruit left; i will savior every bit
until the peach is ready
but i will not be here
when it will grow it’s garden
for i have fallen in love
and the thought has harden
it will be broken; this love is not meant to be
at least; not in the way that i have felt
my acceptance of news comes with jealousy
i was so hopeful of time to be spent
as the roots unraveled all of their thought
inside of the soil, the exteriors grew itself.
the color diversify what the eye will see
a forest now; enchanting my view with the green
as the scent of the petals ****** my will to resist
i know, that this garden is not home
although; i got to kiss
the sweetest of peaches
i am not yours
so with me i’ll take
all of my love; into my backpack
and travel these roads again
until i stumble on a view; that i have not yet.
but please all that i ask
is you let my trail
not be covered; and let my path be one you remember.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
Written by Diana Garcia
consistency is key
simplicity equals peace of mind
to diversify is to be open
growth doesn't mean popularity
it means prosperity...
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
my heads up in space
but
please give me grace
im
working at a slower pace
and
im not in a very good place.
you say you believe me but that’s a lie
you know,
sometimes i’d just rather die
you don’t
believe how i identify
you know
it doesn’t hurt to diversify.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
Step back
and place your hands on the ground
where i can see them
We end the way we begin
our lessons are set to renew themselves
to diversify we must try something new
Reuse and relearn
our outlook is our own to play with
Let's defy gravity
smile at our insanity
remedy our insoluble arguments
Dance in the cloak of darkness
superhuman struggles
like finding love
among the muggles
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC
If I had to serenade you on a plane
Id wait until everyone had alighted as I wouldn’t want to be a terrorist scare. Also guitars might be a flight risk.
If I threw you down a hillside
Id climb down carefully after as that would leave me better disposed to render medical aid.
Id sprint through the city to meet you at a New Years party
But id just toast to good health at midnight.
I’d kiss you in the rain
But I’d carry an umbrella as I wouldn’t want either of us to catch a cold.
I wouldn’t buy you a Grand Piano
A gift certificate from Furtados would allow you to buy what you'd like.
I wouldn’t mail you anonymously
I'm not a Nigerian Prince.
I wouldn’t build you your dream house
I'd diversify your portfolio as that would leave you less susceptible to risk. Also property tax is a *****
I'd stand outside your bedroom window with a boombox over my head
But I’d just call you down so we could listen to some soft jazz as I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with your neighbors.
I'd drive like a maniac to the airport just as you were about to take off
But I’d just wave to the plane as it departed because tickets are expensive and you wouldn’t get a full refund.
I'd slide up to you at the potters wheel
But id sit quietly a good five feet away, as that is your art and I wouldn’t want to ruin your work.
I'd run away with you
But maybe only a 5k as I tire easily and also I wouldn’t want to make your family mad.
Id write you a letter everyday
But by letter I mean alphabet. A missive every month is more practical. Stamps are expensive and who’d want to answer the door for the mailman every single day?
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
Words carry me and coerce me
Drive me further away and on
They ever emplore me
Never employ me
Help to diversify me
And occasionally to yawn
Not just the at but with the person
I am impersonating myself
A staggering man
A sentenceless soul
A distant floodlight casting clouds
No word were ever a cry for help
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 3:33 PM UTC
Time is not the enemy,
but a forgotten friend.
Infinity is just a word from where I stand.
Go ahead, time,
swallow me again.
Your wrath is something I can stand,
though your indifference is exhilarating,
so let's make amends.
Whether I wish it or not,
I am part of your cycle.
As the day and night change
they remind me of my constant revival.
I always rise
when the tides of change are near.
I do my deed,
I grind the gears,
I bring about chaos and, again,
I disappear.
Use me as you have in eons past.
But, please,
assure me this time will be the last.
It's not that I'm tired,
it's not that I'm worn,
I just want to know that I am born
for something more.
Maybe I want to explore,
not just be an object of admiration or scorn.
Maybe I just don't want to forget,
as when the world's needs are met,
I usually return to the chaotic primordial set.
Am I just a chess piece you use,
is this of my own will?
I've been the beggar,
the king,
the jester
and the shill.
I've been a source of fear,
the precedent of love,
a conniving thrill.
I've forsaken my odds,
I've played with your so called gods,
I've brought droughts and floods
and nights oh so dark.
It's been so,
and now at the end of this age,
again I shall start.
I've lived your countless archetypes,
I've been both,
the bringer of death and of life.
Now, I'll combine all the dualities of the mind,
let the day and night intertwine in my eye.
I've transferred the whispers of the heavens to the earth,
I've transversed the worst,
I've applauded those of worth.
I've guided the weary and inspired the brave.
I've flown above the mountains of Hyperborea,
and I've been in exile,
forced to hide in ancient, primitive caves.
I've endured,
yet I've remained sane.
I've procured change,
yet I've remained the same.
I never caved,
I never swayed.
I've been played,
but those I've played with
never did have their way.
You know how many I've saved.
You know how many I've killed and maimed.
So, please, listen to my voice,
let it reach your throne of gray.
This time,
Time,
I want to stay,
long enough so I can find my true face.
Long enough to be displaced,
and diversify my fire
until it cannot be traced.
Feb 27, 2022
Feb 27, 2022 at 7:05 AM UTC
##
The love
The long walk
By the old levee
)(
We face the lonely morning
)(
Again the lonely morning
()
I see the any and every
There you are
SOVEREIGN MAN
)(
Every **** one of us is a liar you know
Except me
As you know
But you'll probably lie about it
)(
I love you
That you don't know how to respond doesn't matter
You won't be shy forever you know
Somehow real pride
Always kicks in
And you stop slitting around and
Seek truth
And here I am
)(
A poem about *** is no different than a poem about farting
:::
Diversify !!
////
Sometimes later maybe
You'll remember your heart and mind
If they haven't totally atrophied yet
;:;
you shouldn't be afraid of terrorists
What do you have to lose?
YOUR LIFE (?)
ha ha
That's funny
•
•
•
It's hopeless
No one cares if we live or die
:;:
Words flow from out the mouth
Where ***** once lived in
Splendor
:;:
We forgot something
)(
With every bomb that explodes
We have a chance to remember
)?)
well
Here's to today
And our poetry
//
Inane *** and all that uselessness
Glorified
Wasted
Dead
//
Oh well
It was always too hard to be human
::
Love ?
Flags waving in the war ravaged skies
)(
The baby cries
::
Jail bait
.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
I no bigger than a fly. In mind's I, is sometimes labeled a wise guy, tough guy, a bad guy and none of those do I deny.
Because I can diversify, which is why I cry, is shy, lie, can fly don't ever have to leave the ground to get very high and not by becoming glassy eyed or pie eyed but edified.
Although I love's to signify about the only three that qualify, while being too preoccupied with me, myself and I.
Then I will hit a sacrifice fly just so someone else can get their piece of the pie because I can hear their outcry and must stop turning a blind I.
Thereby I is qualified to testify, why? And who am I??? PERSONIFIED.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC