M any of you soupers already knows this friendly New Yorker
I n writes and friendship he`s an outstanding and stand up guy
C entral Park,Strawberry Fields..could it be his invention?
H e inspires and has taught me to write from my heart and soul
A nother days goes by,another write is born right out of his Golden Pen
E ndless rivers of artistic ink,flowing like strong creeks after a long winter
L ive and let live should be tattooed on that dude`s forehead
J ourney has started there`s no stopping now..
F lying zigzag between rainbows,how many beside MJF has been inside a rainbow?
A nchored in poetry his mind drifts all over the planet-searching to find friendly spirits
L ennons` soul visit his work from time to time..
O rdinary people here at the Soup has cherished his work over and over
T he timeless poems he produces displays a unique creativity
I n dream poetry and real life he strikes a nerve,the reader something to ponder
C entral Park..Strawberry Fields..is that your poetry office,Mike?
O ver and over his Golden Pen delivers spectacular work..
* Take care MJF,have a peaceful and great NY week over there!
September 25th 2012
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
...Formidable treat he stress
At the early hour of this day.
No pain, no gain- All is still well.
Centenary dream is a luxury few can reach.
Yours truly, let your fate decide.
30th of April, 2013.
Try this on for size, we'll all exchange jobs,
Having new tasks just might teach us respect?
What of a career
as an engineer?
or a clerk whose books are suspect?
A starter, try serving as a fireman
No, change spots with somebody’s chauffeur.
Work the fac’try lines,
labor in the mines,
swap posts with a president’s go-fer.
Keen understanding of what this world needs -
Skills that bless a people so diverse?
Though there’s no guarantee
we might come to see
our livelihood could always be worse.
(you could get fired)
Look at yourself - a struggling artist.
Imitate the sweetness of a bar maid.
Be a kids’ teacher
maybe a preacher.
Pause to wonder how their bills get paid.
(do they get tired?)
Value the career of mother/housewife
Interceding among five children - quints!
Trade jobs with a cook
who’s writing a book.
Some vocations need a seventh sense.
(or just plain gumption)
Now what if we size up occupations
Go out and find something worthy of praise?
Our motivation --
for the world of work that fills our days.
(make no assumption)
" With barely a nod they delivered the news
... the store is closing, your job you will lose."
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Unemployment is an imminent threat
Not to be taken lightly.
Changes I'm not looking forward to
Envelop my dreams nightly.
Retirement is not an option.
This uncertainty is daunting.
Age is a factor to employment.
I find my anxiety haunting.
Never did I think this job would end.
Tomorrow is now the unknown.
I'm scared of the future, as never before.
My anxiousness, full blown.
Each day I wonder what will be.
So afraid of what will happen to me.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
by Francine Roberts 05/09/2011
for Constance's contest 'Write it Deep
and Dramatic, Please'
Contest: Regina's "Romance"
Never to be challenged would not be expected.
One’s spirit would truly die, forever being infected.
Respect beyond years of age, enhanced by service scored.
Each day passing seems I am just a little bit more ignored.
Sincerely I see others being from outside welcomed aboard.
Persons with only profit for them are welcomed in accord.
Exasperated I continue to do my job for no extra reward.
Calmness is harder to reorder in my daily extreme restored.
Thwarting abounded, stabbing my abilities with a sword.
Being on the roll bring them a thought of eloquence,
Exempting the fact things in the giant tournaments,
Inside of which lies the origin of originality and dexterity;
Nexus, so true of either being alive or dead
Gentle souls, to be, should stay on the track.
Fate he stressed (earlier on) isn't to stand idle
Attitude, hardworking, perseverance and prayer are keys to greatness
No shortcut to true success, recognition or
Continuous reputation and achievement
You need to wake up from your slumber if really you want to belong
The Mayan calendar of ancient times ends
When December 12 of this year rolls around
Old prophesy: or nothing but a clerical error?
Trembling Earth and volcanic fire raining down
Hurricanes sweeping paths of utter destruction
Outer space invading our fragile atmosphere
Ultimate destruction; Homo Sapiens extinction
Stinging rain of fire and ice scouring the Earth
An end to life as humans know it; a new start
Nothing left but ashes, dust and sorry survivors
Destruction on scales unseen though out history
The bureaucratic scribe keeps the Mayan calendar
What happens when important business comes in?
Everyone suspends work on the make work project
Leaving the date at the last day to be penned
Visited by destruction the Mayan culture dies
Enter what amounts to a Typographical error