"qualification" poems
This is the colour of my anger:
A white hot searing fever
Tearing through my veins like amphetamine;
A surreal dream that keeps replaying in my brain
Over and over again...
Life is pain enough
Without other people
Making it tough. Guess I ran out of luck:
Top of the class and surrounded by dumb *****
Whose only qualification is knowing how to trigger
The ticking bomb I've strapped on
In my anger.
This is the colour
This is the colour
This is the ************* colour
This is the colour of my anger:
This weird red mist with its fingers
Coiled around my brain,
Blurring my vision as I allow it
To make my decisions
For me. Again, it hands me the gun, then runs,
Leaving me to get the
Damage done. Well, aint this fun?
Three, two, one, and it’s time to take cover
I won’t get any sleep
Until I’ve shown you the colour
Of my anger.
This is the colour
This is the colour
This is the ************* colour
This is the colour of my anger:
A smouldering orange lava
That laughs at the wrath of the sun,
And I feel like the risen Son
As it pours out of me, heavenly,
Reducing everything in its path to the
Sum of zero
But this is just a fraction of what it’s capable of.
Hot and full of hell is my fury. Shit's getting gory.
It's time to remove the canker.
No more bluffing, I’m all in -
Let the games begin
With my anger.
This is the colour
This is the colour
This is the ************* colour
This is the colour of my anger:
The cloudless blue of my eyes
As I admire my workmanship,
Reflecting upon the new ********
That I have just ripped for you.
My smile spreads from ear to ear, like a slit throat,
Beatific in my ecstasy as this anger drains out of me.
The adrenaline that pumped so furiously
Now dumps its load in me, bringing me to my knees.
Enough, I say, as I see how small you stand there;
Let's call it a day, now be on your way,
Just remember the colour of my anger.
Don’t ever
****
With me
Again
Jun 25, 2012
Jun 25, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
1.
A flower opens in the dawn.
Drink the dew,
dispel the night,
feel the warming of a new light.
We go under different names,
but only one sun warms us.
The rainbow is but the refraction
of pure white light.
2.
You are awash in me,
that singing sea
that gives me beauty without artifice,
forgiveness without guilt
and love without qualification.
3.
One day
while beachcombing
I will come upon a magnificent conch
and putting it to my ear
I will hear your voice
calling me through the honey of history.
Then an urge will seize me
and putting the conch to my lips
I will sound a single sad note
to carry the stream of my tears
across the ocean.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC
before existentialism, and nietzsche in mind, philosophy was written
or spoken of accepting the socratic rigidity of words,
the rigidity of words known through
the socratic method of inquiry:
the simplest of questions imposed on
the meaning of words; e.g. what is virtue?
but with existentialism this old method
of inquiry, the poised posing bewilderment
lost its quality, in that the new method of
inquiry was given to stress not a method
of questioning but that of ambiguity,
even though this new method that simply
said the reverse of what is virtue as
the preservation of a narrative: "virtue" concedes
many variations exampled true, e.g. -
this dittoing going against - previously said /
as above - became staged against
a brick wall - since this method, the existential
method of brushing aside inquiry and entering
the realm of ambiguity was already present -
the pluralism of meaning found in certain words;
it isn't a question whether red or blue can
be ambiguous, this allocation of noun
and quality is all too pervasive - so when
an ambiguity is allowed to exercise its stressor
posit - the word in question is allocated
a verb orientation in its exercise of use and example,
further diluted by the quantity and lack of example,
and ascribed contorting
adjectivity due to the dilution of meaning: with lessened
recognition of sought out qualification to sentence
an enzymic perfection of: banker and philanthropist,
priest and maximilian kolbe, poetry and lack of envy.
even though these examples are idealistic,
they provide the obvious ambiguity already apparent,
hence the double ambiguity of opposites, ideal opposites.
in shorthand - if socrates were to come
upon reading existentialism - his questions
regarding the virtues would be bound to free floating
terms in the ditto bubbles of flimsiness of non-inquiry -
bewildered by the number of prompts to question,
there would be no necessary ambiguity to many other
terms of inactivity - such as the previously mentioned
red and blue, dog and glue, but too many, it would seem,
should a strict belief in categorising virtue as a noun
but not a verb be kept - for categorisation of such nature
only provides a linear cascade without due action
or cared for imitation - ending with the only chance of virtue
chanced and seen as an unvirtuous person
doing crossword puzzles in silence - and already
virtue's opposite is engaged in defending itself
and justifying its ills by first forcing many synonyms to
cover it in ambiguity, and asserting itself as an adjective
within a noun framework blunt: virtue v. unvirtuous
will only confiscate siamese phonetic mingling to ease the definition;
i guess that's how rhyming was born, the opposite
of alphabetical ordering: a, aardvark the violet's blue
****** a doughnut with you.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
No job is beneath you,
For the necessities you need to fulfill,
No qualification is too little,
For the benevolence you can give another,
No house is too small,
For you to help the underprivileged,
No mind is too untameable,
For you to bear thoughts of goodness.
No heart is too small,
For you to love greater than fear.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
A selection of limericks
There was a young lass from the Bronx
Whose ******* make fearful honks
She sounds like a car
When she puts on a bra
And the geese gather round when she bonks
-----------------
Father Alexander McMackett
Ran a ruthless religious racket
When taking collection
He'd offer protection
Salvation could cost you a packet
-----------------
A carrot named Archibald Nation
Had feathers in high numeration
He was labelled as veg
By a grocer called Reg
With a dubious qualification
-----------------
A sculptor named Arnold Duprees
Carved a **** plug from parmesan cheese
He lamented his luck
When it melted and stuck
But he fired it out with a sneeze
-----------------
Knights in the armour of old
Have little to keep out the cold
For they dress as the Scots
In thier tenderest spots
Which encourages rust and then mould
-----------------
Oh ***** you make my knees quiver
You chemical lethargy giver
You tickle my tongue
And pickle my brain
Then you jump up and down on my liver
-----------------
A Fella named Ricky De Gaul
Had seventeen ******* in all
They called him De Chesty
But with only one *****
It should have been Ricky De Ball
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
We were born
In the same date
Beside that, we share,
The same qualification
The same place to stay
Destiny made
All this difference
Now,
I am Blue
She is Red
I hear, they said
Blue belongs to her
Red belongs to him
Whatever,
We have nothing to say
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC
~for you, girl~
words have definitions; shades; moods,
even within the contextual moment,
the coloration sometimes is discolored,
one person frantic is another’s
normal
passing fancy
insanity
quiet
overwrought silliness
frantic is a continuum’s conundrum
and oft the hubbub coverhup lends
a veneer of urgency importance
when knowledge acquisition is iron
irony, best when well chewed, quietly
considered and consumed with the
perspective of addition and subtraction
what we know is more than yesterday,
and less than what we will one day own,
for the only purity of learning is that’s
final refining is never ending
the artifice of deadlines,
gradation vis-a-vis
all the rest, is not a
distinction worthy of
distinguishing
your human value is beyond compare
exactly!
the greatest of valued adders to the world body of understanding put the race of
ego to one side, and so should we all,
not
be ****** in by the imposition of qualifiers
you are quality, and that is the only
qualification you will ever
acquire and require
and in my naïveté
I reflect looking back
and give you here the
free use thereof,
of its worth, you will
determine
but in summary judgement:
always keep thinking
ridicule is ridiculous
but best when applied
by oneself to oneself
with a
*** did I really think:say that?”
and laugh out loud at our human
foibles, especially our own,
with a wry smile, admitting
some of things we conjure up
in all seriousness are
are the funniest things we’ve ever heard
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 11:13 AM UTC
A blue sun beats down from
An electrically charged sky
I step into chaos an exodus
Towards the wastelands of
Fragmentation and depletion where
Fictions are invented daily and all
Images change where the shadows
Of life disappear in desperation
Where blood drips from eyes
Into a cataclysm that waits
Strung out in the black void
Clock hands attach themselves
To my mind piercing sentiments
Of shame
They elucidate the journey from
The external world seeking sanctuary
For visions that have been thrown
Dashed against bare brick walls
The ultimate realisation of imaginative
Truth shatters in torment falling sprinkling
To a festering ground proclaiming the
Dominance of emptiness
The conscious ambiguity of betrayal
That deforms corroboration creating
Untruth/ the derangement of qualification
A dialogue with the unknown gives
Birth to fictional facts of unsuitable
Confrontations of displacement
Back to imaginative reality that
Feasts on the trivial the banal
The ordinary and the mundane normal
I take steps into the space others
Fear to occupy become inside
The incantation of a new dimension
An actuality they brand as madness
Yet I am ecstatic in its awareness
This shall be my retribution
For who shall be judged
Ha, illumination is timeless
Has no master they can only
Speculate about the unknown
Its infinity
It is all the imaginations I possess
That shaky bridge between worlds
Where I take my heels my mind
Cannot be redistributed
I have lived through a disturbing night
Now move into an equally disturbing day
It is here I know I will die
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 11:33 AM UTC
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
the ink of succinct…
***is this a poem?
is it a sufficiency?
it self, itself is in
possess of two f’s,
two i’s and two c’s,
thus, is it necessary?
necessity, a quality qualification?
the moment, this moment
is both over and forever,
a sufficient and a necessary
condition for art, for your art,
think - is your condition,
necessary and sufficient?***
then you are an artist and a poem…
Dec 30, 2022
Dec 30, 2022 at 5:57 PM UTC
*
Name in capital letters: Unnamed
Nationality: world-wide
Status: single
Religion: God's own religion
Sex: Nil
Age: 01
Date of birth:01/01/0001
Basic Qualification: Master Mind PhD (Doctor)
Experience: Life
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 8:35 AM UTC
I would like to meet you in person
Reminiscent of technology assembled inside human organisms
You seem like you would be fun
The impression resembling you would bestow gratification
If it works out
Qualification facility comatose
I’d like to grow old with you
Credentials in the vein of cultivating long forgotten enhancements of you
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 8:56 AM UTC
Hardly Hidden
*for Helen,
the High Definition brunette momma among us*
there are tracks in your arm
ready visible
to all those
with a personal microscope
if one
optically
examines the empty spaces
tween your poem-words....
the exterior all smiles,
whooping it up,
children, all smiles,
tumbling, breaking things,
ceilings collapsing, winters arriving,
as is the way of the kids
and nature,
inexorable,
occasionally
breaking you to
smile too
Abut to all this
is the contentiousness,
the aboriginal sense of loss
for what once was,
plain out in
in the secret messages sent
and
you know
you own
my all
unuttered utter devotion
we need no qualification
of what we are
we are friends,
not drinking buddies,
the straight out
semi-secret fans
of each other
thousands of miles apart
of simple purity borne,
you warm me
with endless jokes
and familial tales
and I thank you
for sharing, for trusting,
me with that troubling notion
that I am missing
a sorrowful deepening
that is
after a wellness examination
hardly hidden
but t'is heard around the world,
gunshot to my heart,
come to me when
ever
is understood that this
paean ~ pain ~ poem
is a simple wayfarer's way
of declaring
forever
I know you are sleeping now,
but when the fall sun breaks,
here is hoping me that you
break into private tears
in private places
like the ones decorating me,
celebrating
the best of what
humans
can be
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
I am not into 'Cock-Hungry' woman...
But simply a woman who can make a **** hungry without having to expose herself.
A woman's *** is not something I would take any pride in,
but her figured arch is what will take my pride away and turn it into passion.
A woman's lack of intelligence will keep me turned off...
But her sense of humor, education, adventure and ****** passion will arm me like a bomb.
The peel of a woman's nails down my back will bring out the rage of a thousand hells in me, just as much as the seductive stare that the beautiful librarian, across the hallway will.
The sound of her moan in my ear will melt me like metal in molten lava.
The sweet whispers through the midnight life while rolling in the sheets of 'Desire' and 'Lust' leave me weak and strong at the same time.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
Let our life, be an Accounts ledger
birth is it’s first opening balance,
death, of course the closing balance
Intelligence is your assets (Right col.)
foolishness, worthless ideas, liabilities (left col.)
Heart beats are the current assets
soul seems to be permanent assest
Brain is your permanent Investment
valuable thoughts are current A/C
gaining success are like stock & trade
Friends are your general reserves
Good behavours, Interest accumulated
Love & affection, your profit,
divided by 50% as below:-
Affection is gross profit,
Love, surely net profit
children are earned bonus
education is your brand name
Qualification the patent
Knowledge is investment
work experience is premium account
The balance sheet should be equal
to be tallied on both sides of life
without any errors.
By Williamsji Maveli
Email:[email protected]
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 9:53 PM UTC
Quack went the duck.
Who ran constantly into bad luck?
Quaff went the bartender.
Who complained about the drunk?
Qualification yell the employer.
Who he saw the empoyees limitations?
Although they warn him they wouldn't have experience.
Quietus holler the boss.
When he realized the employee had quick.
They all was queing instead of fueding.
They all was complaining instead of helping.
The way we all seems to do.
When we see problems that might aaffect you.
Sometimes this world can be so cruel.
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 3:20 AM UTC
On October 17, 2006, President Bush signed into law, the John Warner Defense Authorization Act. The law allows the President to declare a “public emergency” at his own discretion, and place federal troops anywhere throughout the United States. Under this law, the President also now has the authority to federalize National Guard troops without the consent of Governors, in order to restore “public order.” The President can now deploy federal troops to U.S. cities, at will, which eliminates the 1878 Posse Comitatus Act.
This means the president holding office will control everything, including the arrest of whomever he deems threatening. All communications are controlled, all media is controlled and now the president controls DHS, the military and police.
All the joint training we are seeing between the military and police leading up to Jade Helm, it's a qualification, the police and sheriff departments are being qualified for federalization. Personnel have to be qualified first, before they can participate in joint operations (signed off). This is how the system works.
Also, the other reason for this is for tracking and supply. The government uses specific forms that are entered into the logistics and supply system. If everyone is federalized, the system runs smoothly, because everyone is government document/program number approved and recognized by the same system, not an off shoot agency that require more work to track and less benefits when supplying personnel and units.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
I often find myself being Governed by Idiots of moderate Intelligence,
Not Governed, necessarily, in any Political sense;
Governed or Controlled by someone in a position of Power:
Whether within a Company or a Bureaucratic hierarchy; or a Job Description (An"Expert" or "Executor" );
Or someone with physical superiority or gender qualification.
Whatever, whenever, however --> Some people abuse their Authority over others.
Some in Authority have worked hard and diligently to reach their positions -->
My hat off to them: Good Luck and Congratulations;
You obviously deserve the Privileges attached to the Responsibilities.
I have no qualm with such Authorities,
Providing they don't abuse the Social Trust (too much...).
However, there are many People invested with a modicum
Of Authority that so Deceives them;
These People are self-conceited delusionists,
Ever eager to swagger and boast and abuse Their given Trust -->
A modicum of Authority with a modicum of Intelligence
Is tantamount to disaster for someone else.
Unfortunately, that someone is often vulnerable to the Abuse;
Someone given to being Victimised,
Either by Age or Gender or Sexuality;
Or by physical weakness or Belief or Conviction;
Or by circumstance or timing or just plain Bad Luck.
I'll accept most Trivial abuses of Authority -->
Good Luck to them, providing it doesn't impact Me and Mine too greatly.
However, there are those instances of abused Authority
That can destroy People's lives, either directly,
Or attempt to destroy or damage People's Lives,
For No Good Reason, other than They can.
These Abusers of Authority **** ME OFF no end
And They Must Be Stopped, Weeded Out and Put in Their Place.
They have no Consideration for Others
And the damage done can last a Lifetime.
Enough --> F**k You, ******** Pull Your Head In Before You Lose It!
Too often the Abuser is absolved of Responsibility;
Too often They hide behind a smoke-screen of Legitimacy;
Too often These Idiots Abuse because They can get away with it -->
They wear the Uniform;
They have a purview for Order or Peace or Protection.
Don't get Me wrong -
In the Heat of the Moment, Things Happen, Good or Bad,
And Mistakes are Lessons learnt the Hard Way;
Accept Your Responsibility along with your Authority;
Front up and give a True Account
According to the Facts and Your Decision(s) for Action;
Accept that SomeThings are as They are - UnReasonable as They may Be.
Don't Abuse Your Authority!
TRUST ME --> YOU'LL REGRET IT!
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
Online is where Ian teaches late at night
His students live in an Asiatic land
The English language they seek to command
With dedication Ian shows them a light
How to speak the Anglo Saxon diction
His lessons deliver much needed skills
As the world is geared towards these drills
They're after a good qualification
Ian's valuable help in facets of English
Will give them a chance to gain employment
They strive to do well neath Ian's guiding wing
Fruitful learning is what they'll accomplish
University degrees of attainment
These goals Ian's tutorials shall bring
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
Our hearts, or our souls, or whatever metaphysical qualification you want to use that best defines what it is that makes us human, can be divided up in an infinite number of ways.
We give a little piece of our hearts, or souls, or whatever away to something when we chose to love it.
And every time we give a little piece of our heart, or soul, or whatever away we gain a little something in return.
And when we love something, a person, a pet, a place, a little compartment is created in our hearts, or souls, or whatever, so that we can carry around these feelings,
And every time we want to, we can stop and open the door to this little internal compartment we have created in ourselves and enjoy these feelings this person, or pet, or place elicits in us.
And each compartment, regardless of how many you have, has its own unique flavor.
None feel quite the same even if they all have the same mix of excitement, anticipation, love and caring.
(Of course there are compartments for negatives too, but those compartments don't concern us right now.)
And every time we encounter these special people, pets, or places we get to add a little nuance to our compartments.
A new depth of understanding that you only notice over time.
And we can open these compartments even when we are just thinking about these people, pets, or places and let these positive feelings wash over us because we know, eve if it isn't right now, we will, at some point, be in the presence of these wonderful things again.
And what a comforting thought that is.
Then, one day, this thing we have given ourselves to, these people, pets or places, aren't here anymore.
And, for whatever reason, they will never be coming back
no matter how debilitating that thought is.
And now we have lost a little bit of our heart, or soul, or whatever and we will never be getting it back again.
And we go back and open our compartments and the joy we used to feel washes over us in a tidal wave of filth
because knowing these feeling we used to have makes knowing we will never have them again that much worse.
And now, where love and excitement once lived
fear and loss and regret thrive.
So we try our damn-dist to keep this door to our hearts and to our souls closed.
But, we can't help but peak in from time to time
and as a new wave of pain and anxiety greet us like the old friends they have become
we say it is pain well earned
because it beats the alternative of never giving yourself to any person, pet, or place in the first place.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
I don't write poems because I'm worried you'll think they're "good"
I write poems because I can't do heart surgery
I write songs because I need my poems to sound a different way
Not because I'll get laid if I read this **** at a slam or after I play a set
If you're worried I'm just in this for the praise or the money, don't
I'd have it better as a doctor or a lawyer if that was my goal
I write because I have nothing else burning within me
Except for the occasional case of heartburn or lactic acid (I am human)
I can only observe and report, and augment, and adapt
In a world of chaos, in a world beyond qualification and adaptation
Where truth is a perspective and frameworks cage our knowledge
I can only assess outside of this cage,
I can only claim land in fallow soil, and attempt to quench myself with mirages of Oasis
I'm trying to drink from a dribble cup, my **** keeps spilling out
I love fiercely and speak brashly, I can't keep it contained
so tell me how full of **** I am, or tell me I'm convoluted
and I'll keep trying to quench my thirst in a dry spell
The desert will listen either way.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 6:22 AM UTC
A lover is needed for an everlasting love relation
A true lover that meets my expectation
A lover with true emotional qualification
A lover to accompany my heart in its destination
A lover never knows how to betray
A word of separation they never say
A lover that always be there in time of need
A lover that always waters the love seed
A lover that always stays near and shows care
A true lover that always shows love anytime and anywhere
A true lover should be a permanent and eternal friend
Whether near or far only true feelings they send
A lover that should know how I feel before speaking
A lover that never believes in heart breaking
A lover that must dive deep into the bottom of my heart
A lover that never says bye or knows how to depart
In hard times they never change or leave
But in me, they always believe
They should always show me love and respect
And give me true heart feelings more than I expect
They should always be around all the time
And never leave me even for some time
They should have patience to stand unbearable man
And show love and endurance as possible as they can
Whoever finds in themselves these qualifications
They have just won my eternal love and great expectations
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
The tyranny of indecision
all heart but no vision.
Utopia dies in dystopian eyes
the songbird cries.
Climate change not just a fable
Racism the successful execution of labels
Capitalism we can't eat from that table
Knives and forks hunger for meat
The poor die and retreat
Meat accounts for green house gasses
While **** distracts us with prosthetic *****
and **** hysteria hits
Drug taking and fits.
Work made us worker drones
Paying off our credit cards and homes
back to basics or what
Studying for didaleey squat
To be given student debt
Our qualification makes us regret
Not the learning
But the money we owe
Utopia where are you? I don't know!
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC