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Patriotic Retirement Plan

Giving billions of pounds to banks that just squander
Sharing bonuses and gifts, as they internally launder

To Mr Cameron, an alleged Prime Minister for the people
You work for us, do your job right, climb our steeple

Currently in our workforce, there are ten million or more
Aged over fifty, by the score, by the score

Pay them all a million, let's call it severance pay
Retire them early, ten million jobs now in play

With their monies they must buy, a brand new fancy car
Ten million cars ordered, a motor industry to travel far

A house they must buy, or a mortgage to pay off
A dying housing crisis sorted, no builders will scoff

To their kids who have become idle, youthful travesty
No excuses now, to schools, college or universities

So many kids will be removed, no hanging about our streets
Education being their answer, crime fixed, the ultimate treat

Buying fuel for their new cars, purchasing a few bottles of wine
Their taxes and expenditure, will leave the economy fine

What the tax payer has laid out, as they internally launder
Whom we have voted in, do your job, we'll grow fonder





Adapted from an email I received at work today.

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

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MY RETIREMENT

So much to wish for and so little time.
I really must get my life back in line.

So much I had hoped for that did no0t come about;
But I can't fix a thing if I sit down and pout.

There's still time to do it, don't sit here and mope.
Just get busy and plan where there's still life there's hope.

The fact that I'm old doesn't mean that I'm dead.
I've still lots of ideas going 'round in my head.

Some people will say that my life is over.
Much past fifty and you;re pushing up clover;

But I'm just getting started, must be a late bloomer,
'Cause I don't feel old and my vision is truer.

I'm wiser, more steady and I know what I want.
In youth you're still searching, you don't know what's what.

To raise up a family I gave up a lot.
I cleaned, cooked and sewed and my dreams I forgot.

The kids were my life and I gave all I had.
I never looked back or felt angry or sad.

Now my babies are grown, they have kids of their own.
Sometimes they will visit or call on the  phone.

Now it's my turn and I plan to have fun.
I'll pamper myself, take my place in the sun.

A house in the country away from the city.
I'll garden, raise chickens, I'll be sitting pretty.

I'll breathe the fresh air scented with flowers,
And mark time by the days, not by minutes and hours.

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016

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RENOUNCEMENT

1.Renunciating a thing liberates
one from grief.	
2.Early renouncing earns many
delights for harmless.
3.Renounce by controlling desire-yielding
five sense-organs together
4.Renouncing, righteous, desiring, falling
back as unwise.
5.Banishing birth-sins body surplus
why rebirth more?
6.Renouncing self, ignoring “I
mine” above divine.
7.Sorrows embrace pridy, unleaving
I and mine.
8.Supreme, renounced, rest are
snared in desire-net.
9.Craveless ends reincarnation otherwise
instability continues ever.
10.Fasten thy to nature
to serve desires. 
…………………………………
Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetrysoup.com on 15-12-13

Copyright © SELLAMUTHU S.KANDASAMY | Year Posted 2013

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The New Me



So now what, where do I go from here I'm wandering around feeling a bit weird People that I know don't know how to act Thinking my spirits has finally cracked Not so, I welcome this new change of scene I'm drinking more coffee, it's becoming routine It's similar to finally stopping to smoke After forty long years for fear that I'll croak Well wish me luck, I need your support Hope I don't go weird and begin to cavort Wearing lots of makeup and leather that rocks Playing air guitar with long flowing locks If that starts to happen, I'll revert to the funnies Hopping around like a pregnant bunny Hang on a minute, I think that was funning Well sneaky old me, how utterly cunning © Jack Ellison 2015

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015

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Numbed And Exhausted

Just like closing a book without reading a page,
Or as to a child who is tired of being a kid;
Like a preacher that won’t stay in a pulpit so long
Or to a sprinter who leaves from the running throng.

No time for laughter or for returning a grin
Or consoling oneself for the pain deep within;
No self-pity or pride to be felt by the heart
Yet reserved and reluctant for another start.

Sleep is precious and so desired by the mind
Having no urge for a smoke or for the spirit of wine;
No more is the longing for a kiss or embrace
When the will of a man only needs its own space.

Like a rooster of the dawn that would be cackling no more
As the dew that would dry without wetting at all.
Or a poet who used to spend some long sleepless nights
For the mind is now stalled with nothing to write.

No more rhyming lines or a tune for a song
Though the art for the craft is still able and strong;
But to rest and to rest is what the soul ever wanted
For the spirit that is numbed and so exhausted.

Date & Time of Writing
November 19, 2011
1:32pm – 2:05pm

I had a sleepless night and feeling the pain within my heart up to the time of this writing. I am simply getting impatient of my own patience. I feel that, for such, I become vulnerable to exploitations and blatant lies. Albeit, I still strive to be fair by keeping the pain within myself and hoping that at the end of this particular writing the pain I have inside would be just a driving force of coming up another piece of a candid poem.

Copyright © Jecon B. Nadela | Year Posted 2013

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Premier Amama

Daily wakes in the cold darkness
wears spectacles and looks at Uganda in sadness
All the lazy Ugandans criticize him; madness!
Insane crazy they are,
him the hardworking they paint corruption
in wisdom he laughs them off
higher and higher like a rocket he takes off
I got my land on sale,
a rich organization offers me a good pay
yes, I seize the opportunity without any delay
I got a role for my retirement I need to play
why then is he condemned?
Look, he is a hard worker
his most critics are hard talkers
with empty hands, no stone laid for
Uganda's building, instead demolish his work in the night
and pretend to be good in the light
I laugh, ha ha ha... things are just tight
they are typical barking dogs- never bite
Amama is the mama of peace 
Daily wakes in the cold darkness
wears spectacles and looks at Uganda in sadness
All the lazy Ugandans criticize him; madness!
... Insane crazy they are
him the hardworking they paint corruption
in wisdom he laughs them off
higher and higher like a rocket he takes off
I got my land on sale,
a rich organization offers me a good pay
yes, I seize the opportunity without any delay
I got a role for my retirement I need to play
why then is he condemned
Look, he is a hard worker
his most critics are hard talkers
with empty hands, no stone laid for
Uganda's building, instead demolish his work in the night
and pretend to be good in the light
I laugh, ha ha ha... things are just tight
they are typical barking dogs- never bite
Amama is the mama of peace
he deserves respect please!
he is the real premier.

King sayuni Nicholas Atisa

Copyright © Atisa Nicholas Sayuni | Year Posted 2012

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HALF A COUPLET

It's couplet time but I am shy one person short of a couple.
If I don't find a partner soon, I'm going to be in trouble.

I understand they call the term "set in their ways".
Or content to be on my own, oh happy days.

For too long now I've ruled my roost and jumped into my car.
Whenever the notion takes me to drive near or far.

Especially now the kids are grown and living far afield.
I can make an excuse to visit them and drop in for a meal.

Couples are nice to look at from a distance now I find.
I no longer wish I had a he who I was his and he was mine.

Dining out is so passe, I much prefer to eat at home.
Or even order take out, by simply lifting the phone.

My couple days are over, I'm a born again spinster now.
Roll on rockin' retirement, who needs a man anyhow?

22/08/2016


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Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016