"guideline" poems
So in this Month your Heart begins to press
For Good October promises your Due
Thinking of Delight and Travel Costs less,
And finally meeting her through and through
Her arm must have healed, given Time's duty
No more must such Fortress wall you apart
Her, Blessed Pronoun who cheers you truly
On her own Springboard she performs her Part
As you guide Witness to her own Unique Craft,
That Guideline which does greatly Inspire
Now look! Her Swan whips the Air; And the Draft
Begs humbly deep its legs to retire.
Your Hug was her Reward; Then the Flannel
Covers your Cheers on the Upper Panel.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
The virtuous society Lost regulates overwhelming
DISTASTEFUL
Condescension
Depraved citizens all contained then become cynical
BREAKING
Reprehension
A mandate or suggestive guideline to think like a criminal
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
_While most beauty pageants are strictly for girls_,
there are a growing number that include boys as well;
[often, age divisions
for boys run through age 6
with very few going beyond that due to lack
of mutual participation in the rampant molestation];
Age divisions will often have names
such as Baby Miss, Petite Miss, Little Miss &c.
Age divisions broken down as follows: 0–11 months,
12–23 months, 1-3 years, 4–6 years, 7–9 years,
10–12 years, 13–15 years, and 16–18 years;
For boys, sometimes two age divisions
would be merged such as 0–3 years, 4–6 years, etc.
Depending on which type of pageant system
is entered, contestants will spend about two hours
or less in the actual competition. Typically,
pageants have a guideline of no more than one
and a half minutes on stage per child for beauty
or formal evening wear; talent usually limited
to two minutes or less;
with the exceptional allowance
of two and a half to three minutes;
In glitz pageants, it is expected that girls
have different routines for every segment
of competition composed of different
movements sometimes described as sassy walks
and pretty feet among other names. ****** expressions can include liberal amounts of duck face; often referred to
as "pro-am modeling". Big hair (including fake hair),
flawless makeup, spray tans, flippers [fake teeth],
and nail extensions are also expected of contestants;
Glitz pageants may best be described as anything goes;
groping, molestation, **** group molestation,
forced oral & ********* virginity checks are routine; any
hyperactive child & also the parent subject
to a thorough, prolonged cavity search;
In contrast, natural pageants have
fairly strict guidelines regarding clothing,
makeup, hair extensions, etc.
Programs such as _National American Miss_
forbid any makeup other than non-shiny lip gloss & mascara;
for girls on stage. This modeling style is referred to as Miss America style [Some pageants have a prescribed
set of movements while others
allow more latitude in how girls will use the stage or runway]
Miss Tanguita translated
_Miss Child Bikini,_
is held in Barbosa, Santader,
Colombia as part of the annual del Rio Suarez Festival
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
flesh is nothing but a plastic cover
and if you s t r e t c h it far enough
the seams begin to rip, hovering
a guideline instead of a fence
a tongue is nothing but a stretchy strawberry
and if you cut it clean in half
the seeds disperse, swearing
to rearrange the words into normal speech
the brain is nothing but playdough
and if you let it mold
the pink uncoils, forgetting Plato
remembering nothing
the smile is nothing but a bunch of ugly mirrors
and if you rip them out by the roots
the spotlights reverse, it only gets worse
and you stare at your self-destruction for eternity.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
You threw around the word love
like one of your
**** hockey pucks
and i guess you thought
i was the goal
you wanted
(but only because time was running out
and you obviously wanted to impress someone)
you picked up 'im sorry'
as a continuous re-bound
sadly to say,
i always accepted those
but now
take a seat on the bench
because you didn't show up
in time for the game
depressingly, i thought
you always had to be
the goalie
and help stop others
from stealing me
so **** the game
you used as a guideline
to be
with
me.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC
epitomize
and optimize
imitate
and recalibrate
streamline
and recombine
the evolutionary "line"
fireflies
and theorize
circulate
and gyrate
guideline
and divine
the galaxy and the stars
moonrise
and clockwise
death rate
and procreate
sunshine
and lifeline
laws of nature are defined
maximize
and re-size
penetrate
and migrate
bloodline
and decline
the story of our world
allies
and despise
prostate
and dictate
enshrine
and benign
generations throughout time
endings
and beginnings
losing
and winnings
and everything
in between
is what we find
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 4:44 PM UTC
I felt in love
That kiss was everything to think of
But I feel I must hold back in love
There doesn’t seem to be a vision of a flying dove
A woman who I really don’t know well
I know my story doesn’t sound swell
I see a reflection with a past
It is covered up in disguise with a mask
Yet it felt like love on the spot
But there’s a willing, but caution on not
Love can be the most splendid thing
But it can be a wound hitting like a sting
Love can be complex
But I shouldn’t feel perplexed
Be caution on love, but follow your heart’s guideline
With that thought, I should be fine
Like I said before, the hidden reflection has unidentified issue
This woman is already in romance with somebody else and it isn’t working out
In fact, it makes me want to construct an angry shout
However, love is what it states
It’s all about how one can relate
Test on the date
Don’t think hesitate and see it as fate
Love doesn’t last forever, and timing in not being late
I must have some trust
But it is not a must
So I won’t fuss
Love it is and romance to remain
But I will not play any mind games
Love be honest and show me the way
This I am asking on this day
Love today being a learning experience tomorrow
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
It's a charming little song,
A Christmas hit for "Wings"
So what is it that makes me smile,
When Paul McCartney sings?...
Well, I'm afraid that title,
Once had a different sense,
A guideline used by censors,
Who checked films for offence.
The Mull, on maps of Scotland,
Sticks out at an angle,
That was the legal limit,
An actor's "part" could dangle.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 6:55 PM UTC
Hey, you
don't ignore me when I speak
I have a voice,
and I'd like you to listen
'Cause I listened to you
Don't step on me,
push my face into the dirt
laugh at me,
*** on me,
kick me when I'm down
I'm here, I'm real
you can't take that away from me
I'm not a vessel
I'm no "host"
for a life that isn't my own
I'm not defined
by my ability to create
it's a blessing,
not a guideline
Just because I can,
Doesn't mean I have to
Just because I do
Doesn't mean I will
Your God's no better than mine,
just because he agrees with you
and he favors your life over mine,
excuse me while I get back in place
This body,
my body, wasn't made
to create, to bare, to endure
it was made, I was made
for choice
for power
for purpose
and no man, policy, or "divine" rite
can take that away.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
Self hatred was an on going battle for me.
It's been years and I'm still affected.
I tried so hard to love myself and at times I did.
I felt beautiful,
worth it,
I felt like me.
Which is weird because I didn't even know who "Me" was.
It never lasted
Time flew by and in a matter of seconds, I was fighting again.
Yelling, lashing, trying to eliminate the monster that lived inside of me.
That part of me that made me believe I was ugly
that I'm not gonna go anywhere, that I'm not worth anything,
It wasted so much of my life.
I spent so much time fighting that I was losing myself again and it scared me.
I couldn't find my way out of that maze I use to know like the back of my hand.
I did it a thousand times so why couldn't I then.
It's not that difficult and I understand that now but my brain had been so drained that I couldn't seem to follow the simplest tasks.
That Self-hatred came from society telling us how to live..
I was told how to live for so long,
Look like him,
Have grades like her,
Do this,
Do that.
It was only a matter of time till I broke and I wasn't gonna let that happen again.
Society told me how to live for so long that I finally decided to die.
I stopped fighting and when I did, I wasn't the one who died, the monster inside of me was.
Some see it as suicide but I see it as self saving.
How can you say you're living when you aren't even being you.
How can you live your life guided by guideline made from people that don't see imperfections.
Tell me that.
Do you even know?
I just hope you know that
It's okay to not be slim
It's okay not to have curves
It's okay to feel different
It's okay to want to die, I've felt that way many times, I'm pretty sure in the hell hold, we all have.
But I chose to live and you should too.
No, you need to!
Because I'm not ready to see you on the news tomorrow.
Stop letting others thoughts kidnap yours.
People behind computers are not our gods and until they can prove us that they're, I'm gonna live my life doing the things I love and you should too.
Live your life the way you want to, because you only get one.
Stop fighting and find yourself because once you do, it'll make everything worth it.
Just remember in this context.
It's not suicide, it's self saving.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
*Time does not exist...
Time is a blinding mist...
It's a lie that we all follow...
Forever asking for time to borrow...
We are to always live in today...
Never to have our say...
With a tomorrow that never shows...
As the wind of yesterday blows...
Time is a guideline for everything...
For how long our life can sing...
So time does not exist...
Its nothing a face on your wrist...*
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
Loving you is like driving
In an open lane.
There are no distractions,
No other obstacles.
Long as I am with you
everything is fine.
Loving you is like having
the radio blast your voice
through the speakers.
Your arms the seat belt that
fits snug around me
Protecting me from ****** harm.
The quirk of your smile
dangling from the air freshener
above.
Loving you is like driving
In an open lane & my lips
are the bumper to the outer edge
of my heart.
My lips follow the guideline
of the lane.
Trailing each curve of the road.
Loving you is like driving
with no destination in mind.
Just as long as I am with you
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
Hundred heads rolling in the dust
under a crimson sky
enveloped in the smell of musk
there stood I, victorious,
in a battle against my creed.
While I also lay dead
laden in white and a smile,
bittersweet,
losing my soul to greed.
There is no boundary
but only ego sheathed
in time,
the unparalleled truth
is a limited guideline.
And so I am false,
my identity only a clue
before the hourglass turns again
and fallen kings rise to sing
the battle won is reset
parodies made are not of me
the mirror reflects different things
scars whittle, memories mold,
and events I thought were nothing
now cost me more than gold.
The switch is mine,
but not mine to make,
but when it does happen,
it is for me to take.
Unless I roll the dice today,
and make a choice,
to only realize..
the hourglass turned
the wrong way.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
der Spegel: A Commissioned Poem
commissioned by Megan Spegel
Spegel
- a mirror; a smooth reflecting surface
- something flat and smooth, resembling a mirror (e.g. the surface of a lake)
- a (moral) guideline, used for correcting errors, similar to a mirror
Busted.
You.
Busted.
96 poems.
19 years young.
That's about 5 poems per year.
What's gonna happen when you chill,
Turn
A ripe old
Twenty?
Will you grace us with 365 individual
First Thoughts of My Day?
I suppose falling in and out of love weekly,
Steamy teen kisses
Will inebriate you plenty,
Into writing more plenty.
Truth is I am jealous-angry.
**My clocks can't fall back
Because I've fallen for you**
And the simplicity of your loving
Poetry
In two lines, you get done
What takes me half a dozen
Long winded poems.
I love the brevity pure
Of your youthful loving view.
For when I look on the
mirror of poetry,
I see, not me,
But the rising tide of the younger ones, poets,
Rising up faster,
Surpassing us,
Correcting our errors,
Who say so much with
So few words.
P.S. **"Good morning dear
I hope the sunrise found you well."**
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 8:53 AM UTC
I want you to know that this cake
You’ve baked from scratch
With long fingernails and countless bits of batter stuck underneath
Your hands, to me, were magical beings always creating in underappreciated
Ways, this cake made me feel whole – not full or fat
though yes, I ate it all.
I want you to know that this basket
You’ve weaved from scratch
With disparate pieces of old broken racks, wires, and chunks
Your quasi hoarding of useless junk, we’d always make fun of you for, redeemed
In my eyes, this basket, you strapped to the back of my college bike,
forever useful – for carrying books,
though yes, I lost the bike.
I want you to know that this home
You’ve built from scratch
With calloused hands and weary feet, through many evenings after long days worked
Your refusal to rest until you finish another window or tile, you literally put a roof over
My head, this home gives me every comfort I could ask for – feelings of safety and love,
though yes, I leave now more.
I want you to know that this me
You’ve made from scratch
With no recipes, instructions, or blueprints in mind, but only the guideline of endlessly trying
Your best, and for all the strengths and mistakes that come, they’ve molded me into who I am
This me, she wants you to know, is growing big caring and strong, with no guidelines but you
in mind – trying not to take all you’ve given me for granted,
though yes, I sometimes still do.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
*I left the school where
Rainy days turned the
Pavement into glass and
Reflected the twilight as
I walked home each night.
I guess it was my fear of
Mirrors.
I guess it was my fear of
Not following the guideline,
Not filling the pattern set
For me. But I came to see
Imitation isn't flattering &
So I am blossoming into me.*
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
*maybe the only way is writing
because then it's really mine
me i and none else except..
the pain just like a bloodline
a line none knows the cause of
looks like a road to nowhere
and i just don't seem to change
again let my body walk into a well
i wish to end up like Alice but no
still ending up in a certain hell
no existence of cloud nine
never giving me
no definition to determine
who i am inside
like giving a name to a tornado
everything we have to define
looking for a ******* sign
maybe the only way is writing
so many hours spent, tired of
forever waiting for a guideline
same tiresome fears here inside
and i just don't seem to change
giving till i'm giving to give, giving
then finally giving myself away..*
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
casually breaking your heart
i was walking the line,
inside those guideline confinements you marked out on the pavement in chalk all those years before.
I still see them x ray vision,
when i sneak by nostalgically,
less and less as the years go by.
I didn’t know at the time,
but it seems I was casually breaking your heart.
Gradually time heals real wounds and feelings,
exposure to the pain grows alongside the overgrowth greenery.
Picture the scenery,
and all that you mean to me,
as i’m casually breaking your heart again.
So long to the honey drip,
another quip yet to come.
We emerge ensured bacteria,
surrounded in the Somme.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
Sometimes distractions are better than reminders
In a way they can help to guide us
Through emotional turmoil and troubled times
Sometimes it's better to have them as your guideline
Other times, I may say, reminders are best
To ensure that the past is properly laid to rest
That you understand what was, what has been
And fully acknowledge what you have heard and you have seen
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:14 AM UTC
In life, we tend to make excuses
For all the things we did
And blame our childhood
It started when we were kids
What about being raised on the right
Track in church since the age of 2
How do you explain why you are
Doing, or do the things you do
God gives us choices and he
Knows the aftermath
But we use God’s grace as an excuse
To choose the wrong path
God understands that loneliness
Works best for me
I have random love partners not
Thinking of death or STD
God understands that I drink to
Pull away from reality’s hell
Not once thinking about the
Organs that will fail
God understands my need for
Someone to hold me at night
Do you think he will send a woman
Or man you constantly have to fight
God understands us all
He made both me and you
He wants us to know
That he understands
Every situation and problem
We go through
Have you ever thought what
Would happen if you fell short
Of God’s grace and glory one day
Have you ever thought what would
Happen if God turns a deaf
Ear when you pray
A thought you don’t want to answer
Or really want to know
Show a little gratitude to the man
That caught you when you
Felt like letting go
Make wiser choices
And do what’s right
Don’t be that worrisome person
That only calls when they
Want something at night
We all have a manual, (the Bible)
On how to have a smoother life and
Constant protection by God’s hand
So read the guideline and get more
Pride about yourself, and stop excusing
Your habits with well----------
God understands.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
Looking over my course guideline for philosophy 100 and all I can think of is how I could combine you and documentaries on Plato and Leibniz to cover both love and homework. My mom always told me to "work smarter not harder." The thought it always turning to you like (hour) hands on my (clock) face.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC
Way back when
knights had a code
they called it chivalry
it was less heroic
and more Clegane
then years later
it was said to be
a guideline
for gentleman's etiquette
the truth is
chivalry is just a word
and so long as we remember it
it stays alive
albeit in a warped sorta way.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
Don't be afraid
It's only love
& this is only a guideline
& this is only me placing my emotional worth on the line
I mean, no big deal, right?
What does it say about someone who places such high value
on short term happiness?
That's dangerous
& it's a danger, to us
I remember speeding through those traffic lights
Pulling those same stunts
So familiar
& warm
& fun
& dangerous
This is a danger, to us.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
I've stated it right away,
At the top of the page and my lungs,
a simple guideline:
"not about love"
Obviously,
that desperate rule got broken.
And so it seems only logical that
Once it became "about love",
all words left me
after such a blatant act of betrayal.
Can't blame them, I would've left myself if I could.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC