Best Associating Poems
Please don't judge me based on my religious preference, my hair, what I wear, or how I speak. I can promise you, I'm different than what you'd expect. I don't expect much, though that's still too much. I'm not sure if I like myself as of now, but I'm working on it. If I don't care, you shouldn't either. So you can keep knocking, but won’t knock me down, no love lost, no love found. When you so good, that you can’t say it cuz it isn’t even cool for you to sound cocky anymore,
I am myself nothing more, nothing less.
I wouldn't exactly classify myself as "normal". I can careless what you think of me. I don't like associating with drama queens, troublemakers and just stupid people.
I'm not perfect. To be factual, I'm very far from it. My point of view on things are different than most. I have values. I have a brain; some of you kids should certainly invest in one. I will treat everyone with respect, if they treat me the same in return.
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sometimes people only gain self gratification by making other people seem bad when all they are doing is verbalizing their own shortcomings and pointing them in someone else's direction, they think by redirecting there self image will make others not see who they really are. But if you have brains you can see it and they will not to play into it, then eventually it will all crash down on them :) leaving you shining.
They say some girls just can’t be fixed
They say pain can always be felt
They say guys are easier to read than a novel
But who is they…
They is just a figure of speech that has no voice
No description or meaning
Any girl can be fixed or healed
All pain can’t be felt
And reading one guy like an elementary book
Doesn’t mean that the others are at such a low level
So why listen to the unheard voice or a song that has yet been produced
Live life full of joy and accomplishment
And surpass what the voice is saying
Living life day by day…Sunrise to sunset abundantly
Is the only way to overcome the unheard
What’s the word hot, cute, and sexy mean
Why is the word beautiful such a drive in a females heart
Both are heard from a human voice
Both go to the heart…but
Only what is unseen can be felt
We can’t see wind but its felt
We can’t see feelings but they pierce our bodies daily
We can’t see love yet we still feel the strength of its power
B…Because we are led to believe the unseen
E…Even though sometimes it’s so unreal
A…Associating with its uncertainty and loyalty
U…Unified and brought together what is seen and not seen to create an emotion
T…Together growing into a feeling called love which can’t be seen let alone expressed
I…Involving two different aspects of live and making it become one
F…Fulfilling all of life’s expectations and becoming strong in what you believe
U…Ultimately overcoming all fears and disregards you may have against the unseen
L…Love has been created
That is why the word BEAUTIFUL is such a drive in a females heart
That is why I use it to describe what you are
Then unheard has no reward
But the unseen….has one
© Jeremy Fennell
Being black is not just a figure of speech
Its a noun, adj., & knowing when & when not to turn the other cheek
Many pioneers has lived with the mis representation
While some died fighting to end the civil frustrations
Being black isn't as bad as it may look
Our physical properties don't represent the makings of a crook
Our natural elements are sustainability & resilience
Our original nature made us uniquely
Brilliant enough to handle our own responsibilities
Our culture is design to shine bright so that everyone can see
The Afro American culture sets the tone for a concrete society
And need no help to raise our family
just equality
Even with methods that was used to torment us
"We shall overcome" was a phrase that helped boost us
"By any means necessary" we struggled through the turmoil
Once we began to re "know thyself" the bigots of the world started to boil
Then had to recognize our true uniting potentials
They psychologically uses entertainment to convince us
And install hate inside our mental
Through dis associating our past & segregating our class
Degenerating our creative intentions
Re imagining our mind with criminal inscriptions
So Trust
All we got is us
Our ingredients posses spiritual reasons to teach
They figure since we was enslaved & freed
Afro Americans wouldn't know how to reach
We paved the way to preach
So to prove their unintelligent
They dictated our intellectual & spiritual nature by the color of our butts
Pardon my speech
Pi pi pi... kekyo kekyo Hooo- hoke'kyo Hoohokekyo
awakening to the sounds of Japanese bush warblers
they are signalling the start of the day
welcoming warm humid heat wave rising
Humming... rumbled rumbled... Vroom vrooooooooom
cars and motorbikes zooming past the intersection
machines flew by with no care in the world
subway train doors clanking shut
Rattling grumble... snoring growl... Snort snorting snore
drowsy drunkard taking up space on train seat
overworked souls no longer differentiate what's public or private
hearts and minds running cold as ice
Touch-typing... click click click... inaudible touch screens
swapping left and right, getting to the relevant page
words and ideas popping up in the mind
one becomes virtually bonded to unrelated news
Talk talk talk... unstoppable opinions floating around
just because your perspectives are your own
uncertainties based on inductive reasoning
associating with one another through limited views...
The world is small in cyberspace
Where friendships are large and peace abounds.
Thought by thought we interlace…
Around the world similar people are found.
Those who care to share their love.
Those who see parallels in life…
Those who know the peaceful white dove.
And communicate goodness…not strife.
A world where ills all melt away,
Where affection grows a brighter day.
Where hope enjoys a colorful array.
And people across all nations pray.
Anonymous friends who set aside pride.
And develop emotions of kindness inside.
In cyberspace understanding comes alive.
People greet; then, within tolerance thrives.
(Cyber-friends set examples for the real world.
Associating in a place where possessions matter not.
With our deepest hopes and fears unfurled,
We go where wisdom grows without being bought.)
Amid the worlds of fellowman we learn.
Acceptance and tolerance delivers dreams.
Where man is kind and does discern.
But beyond the world of cyber space…power schemes –
© January 1, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Born Norma Jean Mortensen
Marilyn was a singing, poetry writing and acting American
Born and raised in L. A., Miss Monroe
Grew in in foster homes
Growing up, her world was grim
To escape, she learned to pretend
Far from flattering
Starting out with very low salaries
Becoming top 100 movie stars of all time
Yet gone too soon while still in her prime
Sexiest female movie star of all time
Classic shape of 37-23-36
Small minded men, only thinking of sex
Over 600 books written about her
Who know that she was a stutterer?
She said you can't curl up with money at night
Without a real soulmate, that sure is right
Hollywood pays you $50,000 for a kiss
Get out of line, you get dismissed
And 50 cents for your soul
Your life never whole
Big breasts, big butt, big deal
Ignore my body, look at my skill
People would always stop and stare
Follow the rules, you get no where
Finding out who she really was, people never bothered
Doing that was way too awkward
It's not easy being a star
Fame is fickle, fame is like caviar
It's good, but not damned everyday
She said drugs pull you down, always making you pay
A candle in the wind
Associating with the wrong kind of friends
She knew in the end
Diamonds are not necessarily a girl's best friend
It was a tragic loss
When she faced the double cross
Barbiturates administered by bastards, bigots and bandits
Given chloral hydrate
By her fake date
Homicide
Making it look like suicide
Disappearing tissue samples
What other evidence was trampled?
Finding eavesdropping devices in every room of her house
She wasn't married so it wasn't her spouse
Imagination?
Speculation?
Or true realization?
Individuality-noun, Total characterization peculiar to and distinguishing an individual from another.
In a word full of close minded ways and being yourself never stays. Change yourself for a peers embrace just to be accepted into a world of similarity. Why can’t anyone just be themselves? Give up your own ways to be seen differently from people who will never really see you the way you want to be seen. Everyone giving up what they believe in to have friends.
I think everyone should be themselves. Who should care what others think? You are yourself, always believe, no matter what you think, all they will do is deceive. Your life is your own, your time to see, no matter what you do the people around you will never act the way you think. Lie to you, stab you in the back.
I’ve had the unfortunate opportunity to see this personally. My whole life I had tried to be myself as much as I can, no matter how much of a reject, I spend my time around fake friends, who talk of nothing but girls, drugs or alcohol. All around everyone is associating themselves with fakes. Is it worth changing who you are for someone you don’t fit in with? High school is a complicated time, full of sociality instead of school. I believe finding yourself is what high school should be about, but in this time of judging people for who they are, how can someone decide who they want to be, when other people choose it for them?
I believe being yourself is the most important asset a person has. Being yourself means dressing the way you want to, talking the way you want to, acting however you want, without caring about the way other people judge you. If someone chooses to go out of their own way just to judge you for the way you are, then it just means someone has done the same thing to them. They are just treating you the way they are treated. Let people judge you just the way you are, because chances are they are the kind of person who just wants to be like you. Don’t let yourself be bullied over something as silly as your individuality.
In a world full of close minded ways; and being yourself never stays, why can’t we all just be ourselves? Instead of all one of the same? Don’t give up your own beliefs for someone else. Your life will be better off that way.
For it is never easy as a parent
to let go of your child's hand
the first day of Pre-K
For it is never easy for a
mother to accept her daughter
moving to another state
For it is never easy for a father
to see his daughter
transitioning into a young lady
For it is never easy for a
mother to see her daughter go
through labor
For it is never easy for a father
to see his daughter being loved
by another man
For it is never easy for a
mother to see her son being
loved by another woman
For it is never easy for a parent
too see their child associating
with the wrong crowd
For it is never easy for a parent
too see their child ruining their
life by using drugs
BUT
As parent(s) and/or guardians
if we pray and believe all will
work out if we just trust in our
Lord and Savior Jesus Christ
because HE is the one that has
given these children to us
eventually all will BUT YOU
MUST BELIEVE no mater what
the situation.
Written by Patricia Lewis
Form:
Some people always have false impressions
In their intricately folded, convoluted brains
Associating Kindness with Weakness;
Thinking of Straightforwardness as of Stupidity
Making it form of mental sickness of the mind;
Not appreciating or comprehending either.
Instead, preferring Callousness to Others
Sprinkled with Mindless Lies - to top it all off.
Who Am I?
An answer so simple, yet so complex,
Not the reaction one normally expects.
“I am Jason”, but what does that mean?
To truly understand, I must go behind the scenes.
I was 10 years old and becoming obese,
It was then that my confidence would decrease.
Day upon day, suffering from verbal attacks,
My inner peace would melt away, like candlelit wax.
I had reached my threshold; I could take no more,
It was my self-respect I set out to restore.
I was 13 years old and ultimately lost this weight,
At last, all the harassment would finally abate!
But I was wrong, and the attacks would soon begin,
Now at opposite ends of the spectrum, I was too thin.
I just couldn’t win; I felt that I was inferior,
I hated whom I was out on the exterior.
I was 16 years old and confused who I was,
Associating with gang members from the “Bloodz.”
I had found my acceptance amongst a life of crime,
But many were being arrested, forced to serve time.
Desiring a better life, I was in need of correction,
I surrendered my acceptance to gain a new direction.
I was 18 years old and lost with despair,
The journey thus far proved to be unfair.
Others knew what they wanted and went to college,
Without the slightest clue, I became envious of their knowledge.
I couldn’t foresee my future when I didn’t know who I was,
My hope began to dissipate as my life was at this pause.
I was 19 years old and my life began to change course,
It was at this point that I enlisted in the Air Force.
A new man emerged with pride and camaraderie,
With purpose and meaning, my future was no longer a worry.
The military was my family, raising me to be an adult,
My self-confidence was regained as a direct result.
I was 24 years old with a new “me” in vision,
Ambitious for college, I had made my decision.
Mentally prepared and stronger than ever,
I have committed myself to this newfound endeavor.
Having strong potential I refuse to let go to waste,
My ability for intelligence I strongly embrace.
I am 25 years old and continue to evolve,
But the answer to my question I still cannot solve.
Who I am will forever remain incomplete,
With each day passing is a part of me obsolete.
Like a waterfall, always subjected to new water flowing,
The flow of my experiences will forever keep me growing.
Form:
She frowned at him, still dressed in his skins,
then cast her gaze upon sweet Nell.
“Why do you bring a savage with you?
Long, lost, little brother, do tell?”
Prent knew this would be a hard sell.
“She’s your niece,”he informed,”My little girl.
I came home so she could learn the ways of the world.”
Annabeth laughed, then she glowered at him.
“If only our father could see you now.
Consorting with whores, laying with squaws,
that’s how he figured you would turn out.”
But Prent would let no one talk down.
“I came here to settle, and do right by Nell.
If you don’t want to help me, I’ll do it myself!”
Annabeth sighed, and motioned them inside,
but the scowl never did leave her face.
“Mother, I’m afraid, was laid up by a stroke,
I’ve taken over running this place.
I guess you and your…child can stay.
But I’m telling you now, just so you know,
I’m not associating with folks in such ratty clothes!”
The days that came transformed them both
Into good facsimiles of civilized folk.
Prent wore waist-coats, Nell put on a dress
With a high collar that nearly choked,
So tight it was that poor Nell spoke:
“Daddy, daddy! It huwrts my neck!”
Said Annabeth,”Child, you’ll get used to that.”
Days went by and a tutor was hired,
to try and teach the irrepressible girl.
Annabeth grimly took it on herself
to impart on her manners of the world,
still scowling at her like a churl.
While Prent went to his brother Ike,
to see if the banker had a job he’d like.
But luck was not with him at the bank,
owned sixty years by his family.
He still had no skill for business talk,
or keeping the customers happy.
He found his spirits soon flagging.
Plus, when it came to finding a love,
it seemed he was cursed by Heaven above.
Some would walk with him if he called,
but most ran when they learned of Nell.
One was so shocked he’d married a squaw
that she loudly condemned him to Hell.
In truth, it was all just as well.
A mother, he thought, Nell needed to grow,
but none of these women would make that so.
A month passed, and things grew strained,
Annabeth seemed more and more disturbed.
“She won’t learn her manners, and only talks
about trapping, horses, and pet squirrels!
That’s no kind of talk for a young girl!”
She threw up her hands, and said,”I’m done!
There is no helping that little one.”
CONTINUES IN PART III...
I was conversing with my son yesterday when I came to an awful realization...When we become adults, never again do we feel love for another person that isn't marred by other antonymous emotions. As our bodies become tainted by all we allow, or seek to welcome into them, so our wells of love become tainted by our experiences, both firsthand and vicarious. Our inheritance of loss.
I thought of how I've dealt with my own experiences and how I could guide my son to a better path. One where he will lose much less and maybe gain more courage than I possess.
It's all too easy to disengage, to neglect to garner the strength to make a supplicating gesture to another...Easy to allow pusillanimity and false pride to grow in the fertile soil of regret until they become wide, tall trees that block the light of love and cover you in the dark shade of desolation...
In keeping with my cowardice, I realized that I have developed the habit of associating love with absenteeism, or what I disingenuously call freedom. It's so much easier to love an ideal, safer too, but so lacking in the richness,purity, and unselfishness the voluntary enslavement that deep love often demands can bring.(c) All Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett
Form:
I am sad because my words are sometimes not kind
But I know I stray because I need to fully unwind
Stress and anxiety play a devilish role in my life
Making me wish to believe that evil is rife
But am I judgmental for finding others unwise
For associating with people they really despise?
But I am just like these odious men I don’t want to be
Boring, self-centered, confined and not free
Or am I just leading a respectful Christian life
Living with and admired by a loving, thoughtful wife?
I am often confused as to why I frequently reflect
When I should be out doing what others expect
My friends believe it’s wrong to be so silent and glum
They say I should favor a life filled with gaiety and fun
I do enjoy when I venture out cruising
And what I observe is often quite amusing
But that’s not really me, I’d rather be alone
Talking to my buddy about sports on the telephone
Or watching old movies till they lull me to sleep
Or listening to sad country songs that make me weep
I’ll never be the life of the party, filled with drunken madness
But that’s all right as long as I lose my habitual sadness.
Some say there are aliens living on the frontiers of space
Who've traveled beyond the boundaries of the known universe
Gotten very near the gates of heaven, spoken face to face
With God in their extraordinary tongue, engaged in commerce
Potentially, of course, since we've not met either of the two
Taking extreme care associating for better or worse
With these alien beings from afar, lest they run us through.
But we have lots of dealings with God, who created it all,
Swearing by all that's holy we give the Almighty his due
Still, somewhere from the reaches of our minds we often recall
The possibility these strange aliens we talk about
Are queuing up on the right side, are standing near heaven's hall
If that is the case, perhaps, we are flirting with harmful doubt
We should expend more effort getting to know those with the clout.
Written April 25, 2021
did Mr. Hersh just say
(see The New Yorker article “Our Men in Iran?”)
that
george w. butt**** trained special Iranian MEK
(People’s Mujahedin of Iran) while in office
(not to mention having Iran on the empire’s famed
terrorist list) on US soil (Nevada) in 2005?
is that what i just heard?
hmmm…
i guess that then would mean that doing work with
supposed terrorist countries behind the scenes &
not associating with them publicly
(not to mention strangling them with sanctions & getting all
your buddies in the world to do the same AT THE BARREL OF
A GUN) while simultaneously brewing a ****ing cauldron of
propaganda via the US & Israeli media is OK
as long as the aim is to ultimately overthrow them, prop them up with a
puppet government that will do what its told & take their oil?
hmmm…
isn’t this MEK the same that successfully killed US military men,
as well as civilians in 1973, 75 & 76, and then turned coats in order to
support the overthrow of Iran post-1979 revolution?
hmmm…
good to know our tax dollars are still going to fund ****ing idiot moves like
TPAJAX in 1953, where the good ol’ empire & its buddies in the UK overthrew the
ELECTED prime minister in Iran, in order to install the Shah…and we saw how good that worked, now didn’t we?
yes,
something smells fishy, America…
not in Denmark, but in DC
&
as citizen whose tax dollars pay these monsters to do these things,
you & i are to blame…
uh
oh
spaghettios.