"implemented" poems
she is
a very naughty girl
she never follows
policy to the letter
she always
does the wrong thing
she needs some discipline
she's proficient
at defying the law
she knows not how
to get the message
she doesn't
listen intently enough
she fills many charge sheets
with her misconduct
she is a girl
with a streak of wickedness
she has all the hallmarks
of someone who is naughty
I speak of Ursula
in the above list of bad deeds
and there is a hope
that her bad deeds
can be quickly remedied
the hand of an authority figure
will bring her back into line
as she has too often
strayed from that line
whence appropriate corrections
are implemented
all her behavioral problems
shall be circumvented
then and only then
a change will eventuate
and she'll no longer
be showing her bad traits
really naughty girls
such as Ursula
can become more like
a pleasant seaside peninsula
watching her radical transformation
shall be a sight to see
so we'll keep our eyes focused
on what Ursula shall soon be
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
Better Philippines.. Go Federalism Now!
R oad to a new Republic of the Philippines
o nward to the era of Federalism government
d ays are gone when power is handled by the few
r ich pen become richer and the poor even poorer
i t's time our country will be run by a man with a vision
g overn the Philippines according to the will of the majority
on the basis of basic rights and privileges as local citizens.
R eal leader is someone who stands for the people
o n the realization of their basic needs and ambitions
and who leads by example and can implement the laws.
D uterte is the man of the hour
u nder Federalism form of government
t he local government can obtain bigger budget
e xtracted from its own income and tax collection
r ealistic projects of the LGU can be materialized
t hen better and faster urbanization will implemented
end the corruption and criminality, support the President!
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 12:33 AM UTC
As this world runs in cruelty and in greed,
Our eyes see the world perfect-blindly.
Those who have power stay unfair and unjust, indeed -
The stated laws were implemented tightly.
Power over humanity exists in today’s world.
We as powerless have no right to scrutinize, but to concur.
Their pledges remain twirled -
The hurdle stays in abundance with no cure.
It is in us where the grievous suffering is in store;
And we have none to succor them all.
The hunger and incurable malady strike humankind in any form.
It led to increased mortality, decreased economy, but who to call?
Whoever has power, our safety cannot be guaranteed –
They are the ones that makes our life at risk.
They stand as an impediment for our nation not to succeed.
Their fall is soon our victory – this is not in the pace-brisk.
It’s been a year, still no sign of good deed.
Half of the world is asleep –
Some shock for awakening their soul is what they need.
We have lost enough; at least we have ourselves to keep.
The string of our patience reached its limitation.
Rich people hoard too much and now most of us left deprived.
Who’ll lift marginalized Filipinos in our nation? –
Who'll give us fair allocation that is incumbent for us to survive?
Tedious journey might it seem.
Our souls’ little voices are still unheard.
What life this could be without our soaring dream? –
We shall move our mountains even gratification is deferred.
Now, the time is ours to stand as one with clenched hands,
It’s time for us to deplore and abhor their thoughts.
It’s time to listen in our souls' little voices to be heard at once.
And it’s time for us to break the darkness by our flaming oath.
- Aubergine Cher Bautista
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 11:59 PM UTC
Silly, silly, silly me.
To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody?
Silly, silly, silly me.
You can't be free, and that's just it,
All you are is 'somebody.'
Some-body.
"Some body."
But that's not true!
Look at Trostky and Lenin,
Michael Myers and Lennon,
The other Lennon.
It's hard to differentiate in name and legacy,
Because both Lennon's were revolutionaries,
Marching around like the freshman from heaven.
But neither believed they were the result of divine intervention in the affairs of man,
Because this convention would threaten their worldview and beckon away their sanity...
In the same way that the Pope or ****** let their divine vanity commit greater blasphemy and bring them future agony.
Now neither Lennon nor Lenin came anywhere close to being men from Galilee,
In fact they were more the men of the galaxy,
Or at least, John was, with his peach fuzz beard and his belief that love is greater than fear.
The other Lenin implemented the New Economic Policy, to starve the proletariat and start his revolution on an already hypocritical trend that would continue quite the same until the very end.
And it proves something, does it not?
Violence sends a message to no one but the instigator,
Changing them to justify, and claim is wasn't misbehavior;
But that's a lie, no idea of mine is worth the death of a human mind,
And to pretend otherwise makes one delude themselves that they aren't an instigator, but an illustrator,
Painting in the blood as if ****** makes an innovator.
And for ****** there is no vindicator,
Violence is an image breaker,
Indulged in by poor imitators who think they're right, and the world is wrong.
Unaware this makes them weak, not strong.
Now John Lennon was the true revolutionary;
Although he succumbed to violence, he veered away from it, even when it was necessary.
He fought the war, and yes, the war did win,
But at least he didn't cover his scars with artificial skin,
Or deny his implicit wrongs as a result of all original sin.
John Lennon used the word 'nigger' to the opposite effect.
He used the word to trigger something bigger and correct,
The wrong that seemed so propagated by the last colonial tide,
Of which the other Lenin defected and took colonialism's side.
John Lennon was Utopian and told us of a better world;
He interjected definition, and caused old thoughts to curl away in fright,
And bite the dust despite their might and past dominion of industrialism,
It was a schism, and it still plagues us to this day.
John Lennon understood we over-complicate way
To
Often.
Silly, silly, silly me.
To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody?
Silly, silly, silly me.
You can't be free, and that's just it,
All you are is 'somebody.'
Some-body.
"Some body."
"Some body" is something,
And some body can change the world.
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 1:34 PM UTC
Eternity is closed !
- come back another day with
flower smears for eyes and sincere
passion on your
palms (weathered)
I need another Russian Doll -
Princess to frequent curtains
fashioned from fire & lead
equaling out to crimson folds
which mysteriously call to
the mystical hierarchies of
imagination
Silent requirements signal beneath the steps
which welcome
one (a stranger/
an Ibis-Beak cane & dark coat
stamped with August rain)
They arrive unexpectedly, as if to play the game
of cliches, they carry promises fashioned in foreign ports
tapping my knee
instead of my shoulder
having only known or recognized
entombment
(there is no hyperbole which lacks within
Nature's haunted heavens)
My strange visitor leaves / glass umbrella
in hand / to privacy / our brief interaction begins & ends with simple eager undertakings implemented
in the afterword
What is in another's contemplation of me?
whiling in manifest Theosophy -
- Thought form -
Primal child-rage / whisp of violet smoke &
inksplotches abolished, mutually panting.
Our decorated
four-legged hunter
has arisen and impatiently
craves for the Earth to partner at last with
the Sun
..The Sun a blazing dime
I can smell crispness
in the air
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
the copper beech tree,
rooted over the road,
seems ageless though it has been,
there since Grandfather Time,
came from some unknown place,
and implemented his power,
into the land.
the copper beech tree,
hangs over the road,
the branches move,
like a body of
fine hair in the wind,
to and fro to and fro to and fro.
the copper beech tree,
still over the road,
sees all walks of life,
the scolding ***** the
busy mothers, the
mindless teens.
the copper beech tree,
watches us from over the road,
gazing into this silent home.
It knows, it realises,
It sees, it feels,
all the way down,
to its wise roots.
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 3:57 PM UTC
The blood sheds
Are no more smelling
The surrounding is well sprayed
A fragrance of Night queen
Awkward seems to be with the
Shining day-light.
But yes,
We all are happy!
The constitution is successfully implemented
The roads are no more dumping ground
That place,
Now-a-days
Replaced by our heart.
I'm writing an open letter to you
Sir Ambedkar
Please guide us
We need you
Like never before.-26.01.2016
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
Rush of success
brutal trusting
Sensibility, briefly
Using it in a perplex and deceiving claim
Chaos, is her calmness
Designed, to harness energy
Absorbing, more than her worth
Power is implemented
A mighty resistance
Others would **** for royalty
She walks naked,
without an ounce of shame
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
I grew up in a religious home,
they implemented this dream
that one day ill be come a priest
And it was the only way to make them happy.
I lived this silly dream up until the end of 5th grade when i realized,
There is no god.
Fore how can a man of such holy stature commit all these heinous crimes against his own "children".
I was 10 years old when i realized i had enough, that my voice needed to be heard.
They dont talk about little boys getting molested, almost intentionally looking away as if it never happens.
Us boys are taught a long list of rules from a young age to never cry, never show fear, never back down, just a whole lot of nevers.
But I was never taught to deal with a grown man inside me.
Believe me it hurt, it hurt more than any pain i have felt to this day.
What made it worse was the one inside me, my father.
At first it started off innocent enough, he was drunk and didnt know what he was doing.
But it soon progressed into a side business he ran under the table
"20 dollars, 20 mins"
At 8 years old, brandy became my best friend. She was the only thing that numbed my pain, although forced down my throat so I wont fight back, I learned to enjoy the burn.
A year later i went to my first party.
Months of getting beat down and broke all was ment for this day.
23 guys; one boy.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 5:52 AM UTC
Fiercely I n d e p e n d e n t
I am as stubborn as the Aries Ram
which just so happens to be my zodiac sign.
I don't care what others might think of me
but at the same time I live to please.
I've found that I can really only rely on my family
but my friends care far too much
far too fleetingly.
I am blunt and **will call you out on your ********
as nicely as possible.
I can't handle tears even when they're my own
and they always sound like
**short
dying
gasps**
but that's what they are, right?
It's your lungs and eyes dying because your heart was too dumb to listen to your own brain.
My brain was only trying to look out for me.
I'm not sorry that I've failed it way too many times.
My mind constantly revolves around myself
because I'm way too proud and vain
of my way too small accomplishments.
I want to be known as Great
and I am not ashamed to admit it.
No matter what I do
be it the purest good or the wickedest bad
it will be great and jaw dropping.
I am extremely conceited.
And shallow
And a hypocrite
And a liar
And will always keep score
(By the way as of 2012, I had 37 points and you 34. I'm still winning.)
But I own up to it and will always try to be better.
I am also determined
And hardworking
And persistent
Which means that I will get farther than most people.
In 2001 the No Child Left Behind Act was implemented in primary and secondary schools in the USA to ensure exactly what its name says.
But there are always children left behind.
There are always people left behind
And I will not be one of them.
And no matter how conceited and full of myself I am
*I will always find your name written in between the lines of my poetry
whispered with every breath that I take
crumpled on sheets of paper that I've long since thrown away*
because every line that I wrote was never good enough for you.
The summer before my senior year
I tried to isolate myself from my friends and family as much as possible.
Not because I was depressed
but because I knew that I had to learn how to be happy all by myself.
I love them all to death
but I know how much it hurts
when you *lose yourself in another person
so much that you can't find a way out*
or even a way to heal once you've escaped.
I'm hard to love enough as it is
so I did it to train myself for the times in life
when I know that I will be alone.
But I was taught that **there's a difference between being alone
and being lonely**
so which one are you?
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
Fixating on the emotions you provided
But only for a second in time
Before you had me falling between the cracks
With a touch of your hand
Moments pass at accelerated speeds
My heart flutters.
Vibrations rush through my perplexed mentality
A loss of affection transpires
Beneath this dark facade suppressing my energy
A troglodytic character exposed
The inception of just another fantasy you implemented
Like any other dream I envisioned
A borderline ecstasy of pleasure.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
One of the many secrets,
for facing Life’s adversity
is a change of perspective;
adjusting the lens, we see
things from a Heavenly view-
whereby old problems are seen
as new opportunities, teeming
brightly, unsullied by routines
of dull, antiquated thinking.
Address all challenges head on,
without any semblance of fear;
employing some spiritual brawn
ensures that final solutions
can be found and implemented;
real satisfaction comes, when
by God, you’re complimented.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
i have to write about my prince charming, my ideal mate, and i realized that
i don't want a prince charming because i have you
prince charming is unrealistic. he's myths
and sexism and fake smiles and too shiny eyes and
weird capes and way too soft lips and gelled hair
and excessive chivalry
but you...
you are real
you are flesh and skin and bones
and past mistakes and happiness
and pain and love and lust and hugs that linger
and smiles that stay implemented into my brain
and frustration and kindness and dreams
and oblivious and tolerant and you
you're you and that's really all i could ask for
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
The hatred towards the government,
Implemented by the opposition,
Practiced by the citizen,
And now, it is like a tradition,
From generation to generation,
From provocation to demonstration,
Taking it to the street is the habitation,
Screaming and shouting for no reason,
A battalion of protestors controlled by politician,
A never ending fight between transformation and reformation,
To rule the country and win the election,
To make it to Putrajaya, that's the mission,
To make confusion is the only conclusion,
And making politics a priority than religion,
These corrupted people ruined our nation,
With their twisted tongue and telling facts that are fiction,
Telling lies to the people has become an addiction,
Spreading ideology with their sweet persuasion,
And influence a generation that's lacking in patience,
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 6:23 AM UTC
*July 24th, 2014 at around 2 am,
Time in my European night,
After I had told you once more Je t'aime,
Making your heartbeats with mine to fight,
Through the distance we made a deal,
To be implemented if some conditions are met.
Days later, you confirmed and gave your seal,
Saying that you would not forget.
Very well, D. for Darling,
Now you need to hear
That if time comes - me howling
At the Moon, You breaking my vase - I'll be here.*
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
Shalt not crumble, pillars,
for you were constructed of strengthened metal.
Shalt not excuse yourselves, pillars,
for you have worked hare to receive
the payload bequeathed to you.
If others shall doubt your worth in silver,
show them the work you've made in gold.
Trust not in your cracks,
because others will test them to dismantle,
but hold firm, or may my wrath
(as wrath can bring a torrential rain, but is followed with the growing of life)
strengthen you further so you may intertwine caressed patterns,
implemented beneath your own fertile structure.
As my weight,
in both mass and meaning,
crushes down on you,
relinquish not,
falter not,
and hold the position you were molded for.
Shalt not crumble, pillars, and shalt not excuse yourselves, neither,
for your pride will always flow against the uncertainty of others.
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 7:09 PM UTC
You're walking out, I try not to think so negatively but with all the things going on, I feel I have to be cautious, so I watch.
Lucky for me I can look out my windows and see you standing there, I hope its a comfort for you to know I'm here and always will be.
From your 1st step, to your 1st words and even your 1st day home from the hospital in your preemies outfit I've watched, and sometimes held my breath fearful to let you go....
*Now 14 years have past..
(We have many more to come).*
**Today I sat looking out my window on my bed, watching you,
I remember how many times I held your little hands in mines and often on those occasion I'd have to reluctantly let you go, allow you to grow and let you do it all on your own.**
The 1st time you fell off your bike, skinned your knee's from your roller blades, and fell off a swing, I helped you up yet you've always made sure I'd let go of your hand so you could try again...
Reluctantly I'd let go, watchful even afraid at times but watching you today waiting for your bus to take you to summer school, I see the lesson's I've taught you implemented in all you do.
As you look both ways before crossing the street, from our home to get on your bus,
I become nostalgic...
Thinking back to your 1st day of school, a single tear streams down my cheek, while Reluctantly;
**you're standing next to me, asking when will the bus come, **
"how long is 10 minutes"
and the look in your beautiful brown eyes once you have to get on,
you say ma can you come with me please...
**Reluctantly once
more I say no, and have to let go of your hand...**
You smile that lovely bright pretty smile and say;
"It's OK ma I will see you here when I get off the bus right?"
**I just nod too choked up to voice myself.
Starr,
you've grown onto a wonderful young lady & as I've watched your 1st crush and heart breaks.**
I thank you for allowing me to comfort you plus for you
holding my hand
** through these 14 years.**
Your strong, beautiful, smart, funny, and have shown me I sometimes need to let go more often.
You might be ready, but mommy's not...
Not just yet,
so holding my hand-- a minute longer or bit more than you have to, is greatly appreciated, remember if and when you need me, I'll be here ...
*Whenever those times come for you do it all on your own,
I'm sure you're completely capable,
but I'll still be right here for you...*
And I'll watch!
*Always Me Ayeshah ™ ®
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©*
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
*You were gifted
with intelligence -
to be ever growing.
You were born
to seek knowledge -
to be in the knowing.
Don't fall victim
to the infectious
"brain draining" epidemic -
implemented to cut you short.
Listen to your conscience -
not to all of the crap
that you've been
"subconsciously" taught!
By Lady R.F ©2017*
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
In a beautiful land,
Where there is meant to be verdant plains,
Anointed with blossoming bird cherries and daisies,
Remarkably fertile and lush,
Tainted with venom stains,
Leaving her soil sterile and depleted.
Beyond the plethora of satin valleys,
Below the large mound,
Lies a lithe serpent,
Supinely resting above two boulders,
Plaguing what should be a tenderly elegant land.
Legends speak of a panacea,
In the form of a magical elixir,
Created by a majestic fairy,
Powerful enough to make the rocky terrain,
Morph into a gentle and fecund prairie.
Prayers to the Goddesses are chanted,
Yet no answers are given,
No growth has been noticed,
From the hundreds of seeds that have been planted.
The inhabitants of the land,
Grow jaded,
As the beauty of the area has faded,
So the potion of a witch is implemented,
As the words are muttered of ancient spells,
To save the land where the serpent dwells.
The rough and jagged edges begin,
To transform into softness and beautiful curves,
And it seems the land has been stripped of its sin,
Yet the Spell could not vanquish the serpent,
The acrid taste of venom lingers,
Disgracing the sacred valley.
The land's beauty returns,
Exuding an alluring aroma,
Enticing the humans to once again reside,
Within her realm,
As eye-opening conviction blazingly burns,
But no potion is artful enough,
To purge the prairie of the serpent's presence,
Nor its pride!
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Gets no love the one who doesn't love.
It's not Karma, but simple logic.
Even if he does, it's a sort of odds,
Making the canon candid.
It's not Karma, but simple logic;
The misanthrope is alone -
Who doesn't like water, will suffocate in,
Who doesn't like life, will be perishing in.
The misanthrope is alone.
This is all a matter of nature-
One may hide in a mass like serpent,
Still being poisonous, threatening.
This is all a matter of nature;
The old song of yin and yang-
Darkness isn't overthrown by brightness,
But they fulfill the scheme of destiny.
The old song of yin and yang-
The side uncursed by goodness
Is the side blessed with senselessness,
Extreme plainness and severity.
The side uncursed by goodness
Fulfills the dark side of the bright -
Without looking for doing the right
Since it's all self-implemented.
Fulfilling the dark side of the bright,
Giving chance for the light,
And bearing all the dark of the moon,
He may be a hero, the antigone.
Giving chance for the light,
Getting no love while another does,
We - people - serve perfect bad examples
For there's no hero without Antihero.
Getting no love while another does,
Even if getting that's out of odds;
Darkness isn't overthrown by brightness,
But each fulfills a scheme in destiny.
We've been and we'll be gone even as antigone.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
At first a few ornaments shook in the apartment
in that modern city block.
Complacent the warning ignored by the people
then a more violent shudder.
Running out fearing the buildings destruction
outside was total ruction!
Not from an earth quake they had first thought
but there had been a crash!
The unrecognisable craft fallen from clear skies
huge of an unknown design.
Fire and flames spread along a devastating track
there was no going back.
More appeared firing weapons into the fleeing crowd
masonry falling crushing many.
Helicopters gunships and fighter planes approached
being of no match to the foe.
On the ground weird creatures herded those unhurt
driving them precise and covert!
In those early days man had nothing ready to fight
to stop this alien massacre.
These battles were coordinated around the globe
an unprovoked desecration.
Secret protocols had been formulated by governments
on the possibilities of such events!
Satellite signals had been disrupted the attack a surprise
but the resistance had been planned.
Now to be implemented the fight back had begun
hidden basis and weapons brought onto line!
Powerful nations telling us aliens didn't really exist
yet were prepared for the time to resist!
The people don't really know what's going on!
The Foureyed Poet.
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC
Glued to the T.V.
When you explore the mouth of a tiger and don’t find a genie,
But meet the teeth of a beast who is grinning out feed me.
Is this the world my teachers praised and reminded me of?
**** no wonder I’m glued to the T.V.
Drug called control and getting off it isn't easy.
When addicted to it you become a victim to it, insuring a stormy life
And words aren't making it breezy.
**** no wonder I’m glued to the TV.
Rather not hear the complaints of feminists,
Or pay attention to images of slit writs that only provoke me to reminisce
About some stupid **** that didn't apply to me but I wished it did, until it really did.
No tears shed, whenever I’m glued to the TV.
Religious fear implemented by the hypocritical, demented spirits who will spit at you
And write the lamented.
Not the desired destination for eternal resting, but hell in a daydream is so interesting.
Anybody who walks on holier ground would have stood and questioned
But I’d rather be Constantine than a teen that complains constantly.
**** no wonder I’m glued to the TV.
It should be against the law to escape into another’s mind,
Or have your dreams influenced by another’s.
“Who Framed Roger Rabbit”, we’ll find out some other rhyme,
But let’s put on Loki’s mask to and joke of each other’s crimes.
Inspired to do so,
Glued to the TV.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
the day is started
we choose
what it is we shall do
the day is ours
we choose
we do
we pretend we are in the grasp
of demented lovers
politicians
and other
crap
we pretend we dont
but we do
choose
we do
choose
paint yourself in idiot green
paint yourself a weepy mess
**** your imaginagion
pullin down your pants
or droppin your dress
as if that is something
you choose
choose to do
words drip like red blood down
all around your feet
the defeat is deeply planted
and sincerely implemented
as we do choose
pretending to be in the grasp
of demented lovers
politicians
and other crap
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 9:35 AM UTC
I see in the distance
The void begin to fade
Humanity in resistance
Red clouds filled with rain
An implemented stain
Infiltrated by societal ‘gain’
A foot in steps of three
Beginning change that is still unseen
To the newfound eye
Opening sounds of distant pain
How they laugh at our silly chain
Running short of being simple
To rather complicate
Life in the eyes of death
If I could turn the clock forward
And purge unto the heavy stream
That carries me
Past the earths darkened sky
To the recurring
Eternal essence of divinity
I would take us all
To where being is exposed
Floating and imposing
Time in hands of fate
In space, reoccurring
And life in one
Consistency of all
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
ok. my mind is implemented with scars. how I've been done wrong. I was kicked, beaten, torn apart. stuck myself in a black hole. to be undiscovered because love hurts, it hurts.
thoughts on my brain
viruses making me go insane
help. its seeping out my veins
oozing from the beneath the surface
its not worth it
let me go, with my mouth filled with foam
life's on the line
running out of time
getting left behind
nothing you can do I promise im fine
I'll be alright
don't you come back tonight
I'm on fire
body's burning
hearts scorched and burned
from the point of no return
of all the things I've learned
& I pray to God
I know you're listening
so hear me
from the clouds
fighting all my demons
begging to be free of them
of him
seeping back into my skin
scars, make me who I am
till the very end
maybe one day, no more hurting
I'll crawl out of this black hole
escaping this darkness.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC