How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.
He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.
But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.
But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.
I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.
Voice of Reason Contest
Still angry from revolutions long past
Greed wondered how long it would last
The occupy people have been asleep
Their eyes closed not making a peep
Now awaken they look at privation
Asking what's happen to their nation
Progress was not suppose to add more
For all of those who are money's whore
The plan was suppose to provide enough
For those struggling in life finding it tough
Wondering if it's too late to escape their fate
Revolution or Armageddon may be on the plate
Now for occupy to really develop and grow
They will need to find new ways not to owe
Edward J Ebbs - 11/06/11
Your own successful biz,
that's what your best job is!
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
For sale a bunch of fine unused words, many misspelled
Poet can’t uses them; mind is on strike, the pen has been stilled
These words never used for they never quite seemed to fit
Got them online; advertisement said they were a complete poetry kit
Can’t send them back because I did use a few; the remainder unused
Selling at half price; many are funny words which will leave you amused
BIRTH OF NEW IDEAS IS INVENTIONS MADE.
YOUR INQUIRIES INSINUATE.
AMBITIONS GET YOU UP AND ON THE GO.
THEREFORE, SET YOUR GOALS.
OPTIMIZATION MAXIMIZES FUNCTIONALITY.
WONDERFUL IS THE WORLD YOU LIVE IN.
KNOW THAT LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT!
UTOPIA IS THE IDEAL PLACE.
Sponsor: Dave Wood
Contest Name: Life is what YOU make it!
Entry Date: Thu, March 06, 2014
Motif: Life is what YOU make it!
< Horses and snowflakes
Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate
Open carriage rides
Falling flakes in the eyes
City strewn lights
Hoof's echoing through out the night
Cider drank it
New York's Central Park
An home for many after dark
Four miles of bridal paths
Drawn coaches to bring you back
So horses and snowflakes
Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate
Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
Madam Chair, could we please get to the point
Let’s decide today which group we will appoint
Too much effort and time has already been spent
Already deep in our budget there is a major dent
Last year unanimously, Browns’ were appointed
This year we would like another company instead
The stench of poorly made products is burning our nose
Are we prepared to suffer more lost with another dose
All our company’s resources, time and energy is sapped
While Browns’ continue to splurge and margaritas sipped
Are we going to be content and in our easy chairs sit
While our time, finances and energy go down to the pit
Written by: Joy Wellington
For Catie's contest "Word Games"
Well they done took away ma pension
whilst I waren’t payin no tention.
Never thought thet thar could happen,
Seems ma face they keep a slappin'.
Ah trusted all them folk thet said ah could,
ah took their word like they sed ah should,
but now ah see they jest a bunch a thieves,
Take all ya got and knock ya to yer knees.
Use ta was be you could tell a liar,
plain’s ya could the town crier,
Now they got sneakier ways,
from lots a practice these days.
Them banks and the government’s in cahoots.
Reckon they standin’ in each others boots.
Whisht ah’d a knowed they wuz gonna play those games
Ah’d a set much lower aims.. maybe like …Jesse James.
Done asked a lawyer onced bout business and ethics.
He laughed and said “Bob, business and ethics don’t mix!”
Never heered anybody say that right out loud…
Still laughin’ at me,.. he walked away proud.
Yep, maybe I’d a set much lower aims…
Reckon I’d a understood… Jesse James.
< sphinx ~ head
who ~ said
roman ~ God
without ~ bod
shadow ~ illusion
causing ~ confussion
butte ~ mesa
I ~ guess ~ a
transition ~ zone
with-out ~ phone
oh ~ my ~ cydonia
don't ~ all ~ just ~ wanna ~ ya
Sphinx Head On Mars Contest
Idiosyncratic to the human condition
Tried and varied, so goes my volition
I can't help but think what's out there for us all?
Yet we stumble over issues that are so trivial, so small
The long term goals of our race seem obsolete
Compared to the wants and needs of our so called "elite"
Sure one man makes billions and creates an empire
What does that mean to the rest of us? Why doesn't it ignite a fire?
feeds a creed.
I PURSUE MY BLESSINGS
On this voyage that I travel, I seek.
Treasure is to be found by me.
Many miles away I must go
to fulfill my soul.
This journey I have chosen will end soon.
I will treasure the memory the knowledge found.
Many miles away I must go
to fulfill souls.
I am not tripping because I am expeditious.
The crossing I chance is for riches.
Many miles away I must go
I have trek in South Africa.
I roamed in the West Indies, etc...
Many miles away I must go
I wandered far and wide.
I found a life fortified.
To flaunt the blessings I have found.
Equipped to conquer more, I am satisfied, thus far.
Many miles away I ponder.
My rewards are humongous.
The world knows.
Wealth is shown.
Many miles away I treasure hunt.
A job well done!
Sponsor: Roger Horsch
Contest Name: Many Miles Away
Entry Date: March 29, 2014
Date Written: March 29. 2014
Motif: Many miles away
A paper road and car of clay,
A garden made from pencil shaves;
With fields of crayon flowers drawn,
Beyond the shoebox house and lawn;
Old wax paper forms the boat,
That sails under a cardboard moat;
A fence made out of new toothpicks,
Erasers used as driveway brick.
A crafty home in taped décor,
Now sat atop my basement floor;
A dynasty of paper trails,
Completed with a sign, “For Sale”,
Was printed in the Classifieds,
To see who’d purchase such a buy;
One hundred callers did implore --
The only place they could afford.
Could feel the smiling and risen sun all gleeful and gay,
It had ushered in me a beam of energy earlier today.
Could sense now at twilight it chuckle at the rising milky white moon,
And softly in me restore its light to make me excite and swoon.
The virgin cold watery sprays of the falling drops of rains,
Slowly washes my worries off my face and down the drain.
The fragrance of wet mud and lush sweet garden breeze,
Blows into me, pure strength and happiness in me gradually increase.
As I walk bare feet, wet grassy paths of my garden gently,
My subdued muffed up feelings erupt over my heart’s brim intently…..
I let go of all feelings and experience inside me a sensation so very light,
my vision clears and thoughts to me for my life's path ahead seem so very bright...
It is Life’s mundane must
To have someone to trust,
Someone we surely know
Trust or loyalty to bestow.
Should in this I have a say:
Best thing to trust is a key!
A key remains so true
Till burgled or broken through.
It will not allow in its store
A “thing” it does not “know.”
It will safeguard that trust
To the finis of “biting” dust!
13th March 2014
Beneath the Power
Hard work, no play brings a business to the top
Rules and regulations stick to them alot
Success a priority, many mouths to feed
Firmness and strength is needed indeed
At times it is easy, at times it is hard
Knowing your the boss, the one in charge
Everyday is a challenge
Lord help me to manage
Tears of stress sometimes gets the best
Sleepless nights, get no rest
The goal is to grow, no room for mistakes
Give it your all and appreciate
Another morning comes, have to stand tall
We are only human after all
Written by: Debra M. Falgout
Use not only a stool
as a bargaining tool.
Dearest Sally; your foods gone dry; it's reached the end of day.
You think about your garbage pail and waste you'll leave today.
But I am near, you see me come and pity my thin build.
You give to me your dried out food; the samples till I am filled.
So thanks I say for all you give, each sample from the oil
and peace and joy within your kitchen, forever may you toil.
If I am to be, I must become.
This is because I am strong.
If my life is meaningless, why do I strive for more?
The highs and lows of life keep me focus.
If I am discontent, I must define eradication.
The fight against social injustice removes this procrastination.
If when it rain it pours, I must assure I am secure.
The way to riches, I must discover.
If frustration is visible, femininity forms.
The world tries to suppress a real woman.
If a beautiful person is said to be, why is this negative?
The quality or nature of me brings a green-eyed monster looming.
If it is time for my swan song, I am not singing.
You old in mind before you are in body.
If is a big word,
I will gamble.
Sally's stuffing eggrolls in the back room.
Filling them with beansprouts
in case they have a boom.
Hundreds of these eggrolls
piled high for later.
Boiled in an oil
for each and every crater.
Some will go behind the glass
warming in a pan;
shining in their dipping oil,
tempting for a span.
Placed upon a plate and shimmied
to the side;
up against some rice
that's deep and dark and fried.
Dipped into a plum sauce
sweeter than a sneer,
and spread out on your plate
as far as you can smear
Flavour by the mouthful
damp and moist and wet
Sally's making eggrolls
the best that I can get.
05 Apr 2014
Sally strolls outside her cubicle collecting dinner trays
wiping some while stacking all she carries them to the back.
She's back at cash with ready eyes knowing that people will come;
sometimes soon; more-often late; some of them just to snack.
But while she waits she sips a brew; green tea that's been dipped before.
Then nodding her head she bows and swallows relaxing her vocal chords.
Approached by a customer she rushes her food firm to the spoon she scoops
while piling the plate for six seventy-nine and giving the customer hoards.
With pushy hands she slides their meal across the stainless steel
while raising her hand to take their bills and clipping them in the till.
Then up with change she raises her head and smiles to the customer's face.
And thanks them well with will and grace and hopes they'll get their fill.
Where there is a petty imitation
There'll be pests, posters of sensation
Grouping of hesitations
Complaints to order, servings of hallucinations
There'll be soap-box amatory slander
About walking coat-hangers slender
It ain't working girl, it's a waling green guile
By his friend in business uptown a mile
By his wife who paints her mirror image
Shades against her daughter's non-marriage
Her tea drained in company of photo albums
Of good old days of bottomless bums
And motherly mums and wives' tales true
But the fashionable unreasonable is turning blue
All the codified glory of yesterday's innocent shame
Now he's not got a gamut of trust in a game
He calls out to his dog, his faith, his fellow
"Round up the gambits and youths in yellow,
'cause I can't move from my comfortable stump."
But his companion is old, stands to wearily slump
Back to the ground to emphasize to his master
That's four legs or two there'll be no muster
Just a dusty breeze of his wooden-coat happening
As diamonds were coal, the rough is hardening
Like a baby can't talk, but it knows what it wants
No you can't understand it, you guess as it taunts
Your patience and moral, your air of knowledge
That you've blown so big you need no tutelage
So you sit and you moan, you grumble and point
You don't dance no more as it'll gnaw each joint
Like you grind your teeth as the heartily speak
As the laughing weak working each day of the week
It's hard but they know it won't last forever
'cause cursing your bread will put you in the gutter
Now that's something you could never understand
Just as your father's father both bit and fed the hand
Now you sit pious in a dynasty out of your control
You had to spread it thin to bank each and every toll
So rest you ill and tainted soul, the blind see more
The deaf hear more, as the mute speak ancient lore
Rewritten as it were to be - a changing people's democracy
An evolution from your pollution and non-decency
A smile for a smile not an eye for an eye
And you'll cry and you'll cry when death strolls in to buy
Your soul at less then half you thought it worth
And bury you down inside the cold, cold earth.
This little wristwatch is worth a look see.
On the face is a picture of Hopalong Cassidy.
Here is a Topps rookie card of Mike Schmidt.
Over five hundred home runs he hit.
This is John and Yoko on a vinyl forty-five.
Unfortunately, the man is no longer alive.
Here is a little something of antiquity.
It is an 1895 Indian Head penny.
This is a German Luger pistol from World War II.
It has authenticity that is true.
You have to admit all these items are nice.
If you are interested, just name your price.
I am an invisible man.
Try and see me if you can.
Shy and quiet I remain alone.
Silent is my voice’s tone
No one can feel my pain and sorrow
As I hide inside of my burrow.
Shadows consume my body and soul
As I embrace the misty cold.
The reason for my unseen being
Lies in the fact I hate being seen.
This life and existence’s of my own choice
And I choose not to have a voice.
I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent.
Yet I am invincible, an immortal being
Of all the broken fortune cookies Sally's saved for me
the one that meant the most was the one I'd not foresee.
Your faith's a law my cookie said
and soon I realized; I was lead.
Words so wise; I nibbled twice.
So few words; for one low price.
What to do with new found knowledge
armed with words I could acknowledge.
Who would guess a cookie taught.
Who had had this simple thought.
A Chinese man; perhaps a child.
Surely not; my Sally smiled.
Freedom is when there's nothing to gain
But blessed relief from the constant pain
Of outward show and hidden plot
Freedom is when concern is not
02 Apr 2014
Dearest Sally; your food's gone dry; dehydrated in it's oil.
You think of how you'll throw it out, before it starts to soil.
...but then you see that I am near, and offer it to me
and thank your sample fryers that I'm getting them for free.
Sally's Sample Fryers bring special thanks from me.