Best Alloted Poems
8/30/16
Plotted
Lines connected no longer dotted
I got it
Took so much more than logic
And being honest
Hard work, pain, sweat, blood and tears is what it costed
From here to beyond the tropics
Near and far from ore deposits
When things rotted
A pungent odor usually wafted
Only so much time we each are alloted
Events intertwined and corresponded
Some of which were ironic
And others occasionally iconic
This universe at no stoppage
Burned so much chronic
Many kinds that were exotic
But not all were catatonic
Drank too much and nodded
Time and money is what it costed
Animals that are exotic
Plenty of which were spotted
Gone but never forgotten
New items each year trying to be ergonomic
Meanwhile people continue to gossip
Class 1 and 2 narcotics
Among new and old electronics
Twenty four seven three sixty five at a rate that is constant
Comets
Space shuttles with rockets
And aircrafts moving at speeds that are super sonic
Traveling in places considered cosmic
Helping others gather data in astronomics
Not all molecules bonded
Is everything technically, gas, liquid, or solid?
Churches built with designs that are gothic
And occupations working with things that are atomic
When relating to things economic
Some just wanted
Only the profit
Even if at the end of the day they were tormented and haunted
By: Dalton Ogletree
Winter Blues
From dark to dark the chill hours tread slow,
Where thought as if behind a curtain lies
And sleep slips past its alloted hour.
In this dull Season of good intent
No sun strewn shadows define the day
And bright ambition, unnoticed, stilled.
Those in tune with Nature slow,
When Nature rests and the world is still,
And feel the Season’s dark embrace.
01/06/17
For 'Winter Blues' Contest
by Laura Loo.
Starship Coffee Shop
Passengers in the Starship Coffee Shop
Each seated in their alloted place.
Every table a local perturbation
In the fabric of time and space
In relative isolation the travellers
Move silently through hyperspace.
Each hand held cell phone a universe,
A worm hole to another place.
Barry Stebbings
10/08/2017
here i sit,
having made a bet
that i could poem
off the shelf;
about what(?)
anything(?)
yes (help myself)
just had a cigarette
(comes to mind)
and in some alloted time
(while i be-sotted with menthol)
i'll write all;
phrase and blurb,
noun and verb,
penned to please
quick as a breeze
the question is should
my words be understood
if there-in be a dis-ease;
punctuation(?)
versus
intonation(?)
(a 'seeming' naught to please)
however, there is hope
within the scope
of script of readers feast,
hints and clues
from which to choose
(the most being the least)
to be smote
by.....another smoke
i'll have to run out of words, or,
by writing of the absurd
for the sake of it,
the shake of it,
turds
got to step out
for a minute
have a bout
with a finite
one less to live
one left to light
Dark she looked in the pursuit of light,
someone told her she ain't worth a fight.
Crazy she appeared in the shadow of the unknown,
restless is her mind in the company of the fearful,
ugly she seemed as per their eyes of beauty,
unworthy is her fate as decided by the lesser Gods,
“denial should be alloted” said the people called odds.
Hopes and dreams should be ceased,
must not behave like a lioness unleashed,
try not to attain any success ever reached,
for fortune must get her skin bleached.
Sad they were to watch her leave,
in no case should she feel apart from grieve.
Not their fault but fate,
prayers should be answered but late.
Their skin color is to blame,
nothing they should ever claim.
Victory is not a tree they can climb,
white and only fair is the sublime,
equality a thought can a soul remind?
Dark defeating fair is not fine,
lesser Gods trade into the Rhine,
their and only there is the shrine,
putting them down is not a crime,
neither do i need to rhyme,
this color.....is not mine.
It's a journey people embark,
so dark the color which calls them 'dark'.
note: this is about people who are called 'dark' because of their skin color, also, talks about
how another race ignores and ill-treats them.
When I have nothing to hide
And finally nothing to seek,
The subject of Life becomes the object of everyone's reality
When the surface is surfaced,
The depths depleted,
Then I will be your sherry sweet
When words account for everything
And every-thing sums up to nothing,
I am your queen bee
When the alloted befall the acclaimed
When reflections grow silicon wings,
The unwavering lines of your armies
Ask a question about polarities...
Deeming be, a river in me
A chest drawer full of flourishing creations
Tasting the first breath of ease
As shadows wash over everything
And spring forth life in light unreeled onto a screen
Measuring the theme by how the seated adjust in their seats;
By how they feel
Being
Human
You once wrote a letter to me, do you remember?
You brought it over to me that first morning in November.
You came to me all bush-eyed and hungover,
Wanting to know if I would be your four leaf clover.
I sat you down and held you while you cried,
I told you I would be there till I died.
I should have known it from the start,
I'd hold you at bay and let it all fall apart.
We can't count the sequence of events that lead to our demise,
Or how we let the truths we spoke in those moments all become lies.
Sometimes I still sit and contemplate how I could've changed things,
But I always come to the conclusion it's not probable we're both complicated beings.
God had only alloted a little bit of time for us till we met our end,
But I would have been spoiled to get more than that with my first best friend
Form:
In this life on planet earth
given our alloted seventy years here
anymore is considered a bonus
though our purpose is not always clear
we need to recognise that our life
here in this world is no mistake
the creator made everything in place
doing all His wonders even the earthquake
So each of us has a part
to play in God's sovereign rule
designed specially to be used
by the designer as His crafted tool
So never give up in yourself
for you've specially been chosen
to walk along your certain path
whether in summer warm or winter frozen
Trust and believe in your divine controller
who knows your beginning and end
and everything else in between
for He's your one true friend
So walk on led by the Lord
follow His divine prescription
take HIs word in tablet form
signing up for eternal conscription
Distant dreams do dare to derail my train of doubts,
Eyes gobbling the cobbled stone streets seen,
Leading to a shop filled of things tagged with alloted time
But the tickle of the wind next to sea bound vesels,
and the smell of their work that feeds our souls,
Is what brings a little peace into focus,
When I'm unceasingly searching for my goals.
The Blessing Nobody Borrows
It didn’t cost me a penny,
I possessed it when I was born,
One has to rely on it broadly,
For numerous, it becomes timeworn!
It should be alloted often,
It regularly gets better with practice,
With management it is certain,
It brings elation and becomes boundless!
It doesn’t cost a thing to share,
Everyone enjoys accepting one,
It ne’er gets broken or needs repair,
Quite ofttimes is an invountary action!
It is used to be gracious,
It is a declaration of friendliness,
It’s usage continues to be ageless,
When shared, it is ceaseless!
It asserts feelings tenderness,
It displays some speculation delight,
It is a contemplation of happiness,
When given it brings a flicker of sunlight!
It consistently delivers a gleam,
Never will it fail to radiate,
Constantly it will share a beam,
It’s stimilus will continually motivate!
Never confuse it with a chuckle or a giggle,
This everpresent attribute is worthwhile,
It was never meant to baffle,
It is just part of me, it’s my smile!!!
Is it ok if I put you up high
on a pedestal I built in a private sky?
It's not too tall, I promise this
I measured it to suit, a perfect fit.
I held you 'gainst others to get a size,
and I found some fitted with games and lies.
Others I found alloted some height,
to cover for secrets kept hidden 'til night.
A few made allowance and went a bit higher,
for they lacked art, and could not inspire.
All of this room you did not need,
to hide your faults and your ego feed.
After all of my measuring I looked around,
I saw your pedestal wasn't that far from the ground.
I could touch your skin, and look in your eyes,
and hold your love always perfectly high.
Form:
Between the dates of birth and death
We use a symbol, to fill the space.
A dash, so cleverly used to indicate
Time alloted for the human race.
That is the important part, not the dates,
What truly happens in between,
The things we do, the choices we make,
Where we are and where we’ve been.
See, life is a road on which we travel,
Our bodies are the vehicles in which we ride.
Follow the signs that are carefully posted.
Watch for pedestrians on the side.
Choose wisely the speed that you travel.
Be careful of those turns up ahead.
Be wary of ever changing conditions.
Make sure all road signs are read!
You’ll reach your final destination,
In fact, with so much time to spare.
Assist those broken down on the road
And show how much you care.
When you get to where you’re going
The trip will then have been worth the ride.
Everything you chose, the speed you set,
Is what you did while you were alive.
So remember, your life is the dash,
Within it, you do what’s right and good.
You’ll get to where you’re supposed to go
As you knew you always should.
I walk down life’s road
All to see and to be
To bear my alloted load
To give for free or to charge a fee
To pen every masterful ode
As authentically as can only be me
To see and to be seen
To learn and to teach
To be apprentice and to be dean
To bequeath and to reach
That the shine and sheen from where I’ve been
May inspire each and herald a good preach
To do good and to faint not
Is not without the temptation to be weary
To painstakingly write to then blot
Be far from my schedule and diary
Never to tell of only how close I got
But to enter my rest truly and surely
To eat of the good of the land
To match the seasons with readiness
To increase as the grains of sand
In Godliness, in count, in business
And that mastery stays in head and hand
A second nature so effortless
To keep my mind on my matter
And where it matters others to mind
To stay clear of the chatter meant to flatter
And seek what is virtuous to find
And only wisdom and life to utter
That it may be well where I opined
K. Muitherero
Speeding out and back around the sun
The comet came on its periodic run
Straggling tail spread afar
By the wind from the star
Carrying deep at its heart
The vital spark for life to start
Each package held there steady
For despatch to any planet ready
For the precious gift given to few
The chance to nuture life that’s new
One last look but nothing found
Maybe just maybe next time around
The mission continues at its alloted pace
Time and distance both vast in outer space
The comet carried on its periodic run
Speeding out and back around the sun