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The Homeplace

Here further down the hillside slope
Down close to the creek with hope

My husband bought a house, land
Fenced in and made many plans

Subdued the land to cow pasture
And planted a garden, fruit trees sure

Fathered another child to call him sir
The creek seemed to like the stir

Enjoyed the children for a little while___
Loved them so that it made her smile

Today she loves grandchildren the same
No girls there are in frills ___tame

The creek keeps on flowing to the sea
The land is mostly stripped of trees


(This is my adaptation of Robert Frost's poem "The Birthplace".  I hope that it does not insult 
his work.)


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Barefoot Boy, with a Fishing Pole.

 A man I am and near my end.
I have other men to call me friend.

And women round me for the lust
And four leaf clover for the luck.

Beer or buttermilk to drink
And time I have to sit and think.

I have meadows which to mow
And I have crops which to sow.

I have men that call me sir.
I have work to be concerned.

I have obligations piled.
Work to do from mile to mile.

I'd trade it all, to be, you know
A barefoot boy, with a fishing pole.

To rest in the shade by a river bed
Soft grass to lay my youthful head.

Fish and skip stones on waters calm
And sleep out all night -when it's warm.

To unravel natures mystery there
Why the turtle wears a shell?

How the Oriole's nest is hung?
How the frog's croak is sung?

Why the Blue-Bell does not ring?
Why the hornet likes to sting?

My work keeps me shod like a mule
Only in dreams, youthful things I do.

When work here ends, to Heaven I go
To be a barefoot boy, with a fishing pole.


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2012 resolution Vol 3

Another fresh year is here, I would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear. I would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest, and give the people around me nothing but the best. I would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations, and work hard towards mending broken relations. I would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear, and take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear. I would love to make an effort to be a good friend, to my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end. I would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving, and spend more time in loving. I would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous, and speak only the truth and for that be courageous. I would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly, and cover them all with feelings that are friendly. I would love to learn to be sensitive, and towards others be open and receptive. I would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me, and be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see. I would love to learn to be content about all I have received, and focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived. I would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees, and work to help out for carbon emission decrease. I would love to learn to be unforgiving, and be more tolerant and caring. I would love to right some of my wrongs, and be true to myself and hum joyous songs. Finally, I would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude, and to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.


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If I Were To Work a Miracle

If I were to work a miracle I know what it would be
In selfish quest I'd ask to grow in someone's company

Then we could prosper sharing precious moments in life
If I could have the same children, I'd pray she would be my wife

I would treasure the ground she walks on, in joyous harmony
For before I requested this miracle, she opened my eyes to see

Many things we share, architecture and music are two
There's history and geography, she says binds me and you

But it's the music that cements us, especially with Queen
If I were to work a miracle, then this would be my dream





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How do you like your eggs in the morning?

Like a warm cotton bud used to give inner ears a clean
there is something comforting about routine.
Knowing where you stand and the order of play,
knowing what to expect at every point in your day.
Living to a schedule, everything has it’s time and place -
knowing the slots you have free for any plans you need to make.

Wardrobe colour-coded, in garment order.
Wallpaper with a matching border.
Appointments at ten to, five to, on the dot.
Check, double-check, the doors are locked.
Yellow ball, green ball then pot the brown.
Big box, little box, upside down.

I like to gaze into the sky and dream, of an afternoon.
Relaxing. Like the scent of a chaste tree, when in bloom.
A cold glass of lemonade, a long and foamy bath,
humming along to the radio, a love that warms the heart.
Reading the Sunday paper, and making it an event,
the delightful things the kids say, things only they could invent.

His reputation precedes him: a disruptive, class clown.
Never completes his work, he’s always mucking around.
A big-mouth, show-off with far too much to say:
He asks if I ever considered teaching him in a different way.
‘A physical learner’ - he’s heard about it on the news.
There could be something in it…but I’ve far too much to do.

Cars whiz about, people in a hurry.
“I’ve waited over an hour for my curry.”
Twenty four seven lifestyle, word abbreviation.
Text message becoming the preferred means of communication.
Everybody rushing, to keep on schedule, to maintain status quo.
Everyone a cog in the system: You’re whipped, if you don’t row.

Seamless is the transition between asleep and awake,
when you just let it happen, not worry about being late.
An unrushed project results in a rewarding prize:
taking your time meant you got it right.
So bin the itinerary, flout the rules,
just for once why don‘t you try something new?


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Sarcastic

I was told I was sarcastic
But I’m not made from plastic
So I’ll say it clear and loud
Of the sarcasm I am proud
I wouldn’t be so contrite
If we did things freakin’ right
While working with eyes shut
And our nose up someone’s butt.
How could I possibly be sarcastic
When everything seems so drastic
My sarcasm is through frustration
Guess where I get my inspiration
Sarcastic? How could that be
I’m just describing what I see
Everyday I feel more dazed
But I’m also totally amazed
My headaches keep accruing
Does anyone know what they’re doing
Did I leave my mind back there
I’ve seemed to lost it somewhere
I promise I’ll watch what I say
If I see something right someday.


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This Time of Year

The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me


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not the SOUP!!

    Its not the  SOUP,

I wake up bright and early like the sun
Sleeping real late at night before the a.m. dawn.

With a few hours of sleep
I still find my self counting sheep.

Drink my coffee before I leave
Find my self in a zone not even I believe.

I kick the neighbors  dog real far
Tired of him barking at me before I get into my car.

Turning my radio on real loud.
Only when I hear a song that will makes me proud.

I never arrive at work real late.
I have to be responsible in the job I hate

The owner opens the door and finds me asleep.
I tell him get out of my face you stupid creep.

He tells me I am lucky he can not work alone.
Why do I insist of not waking him before I leave our home.

He also said he wishes he could fire me.
Instead to leave the soup at night I have to agree.

As soon as I log out of the Poetry Soup I tell him when I'm done . 
When he goes to bed I still find myself roaming the Internet for fun :)

Kissing me goodnight, he ask me if I could give him some.
I say just one more comment hun,  I'm  almost done.

By 4:00 am I am still on the Soup.
He wakes up to a no surprise
Yelling at me he grabs my laptop and than he........

--for GARETH JAMES contest--leave me hanging--
 

                     S.K.A.T. POETRY
                         4-21-10


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Living the Dream

My nightmare is so tangible...so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both sides...in the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" abound...is journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.


Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)


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The Wise Ones will Rise

People who are kind and wise
their success will surely rise


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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.


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The Heart's Yearning

From an early age she yearned for something great
What it was she did not know, but she really couldn’t wait

For many interests she had, both large and small
Her love of animals and great friendships, she grew with them all

An insecure father who controlled all around
Was mitigated by mom until she was ground down

All added to the general confusion we experience early in life
But our values and strength of character help us with strife

That we continuously face over our time on this earth
Which produces some grit and grime that impedes our search

For that pinnacle of happiness, whatever it is
The finding for some is like taking a quiz

On subjects we don’t quite understand
With no guarantee to reach that promised of lands

Of joy, contentment, bliss, all words that describe 
Whatever we believe is that ultimate ride

Her journey is similar to many of us
It’s good times and bad that cause a great fuss

Her strengths are vision and commitment to move towards a goal
Not letting “reality”, pain, or confusion take too great a toll

Understanding that it isn’t just reaching the end
But enjoying the journey and making sure you ascend

To that place of places we all want to be
Our true heart’s yearning, I think you’ll agree

For her specifically, that is to say for my wife
She’s given me all that I wanted in life

A great family including kids, dogs, cats, horses, and then some
And encouragement to go after a calling that was right under my thumb

She’s a great friend, and remarkably so
That I want her to have that additional glow 

That comes from achieving her ultimate heart’s yearning
Making something out of nothing, using passion and life’s learning.


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Pitching in

Near a house by the lake
on a dock by the shore,
a young lad would fish
for his family now poor.

He goes to the golf course
and wade's the cold lake,
to find the lost golf balls
then sell off his take.

He'll shovel your driveway
when snow's finally here,
and clean out your gutters
when rain's finally near.

He'll mow all the lawns
he can fit in a day,
he's seen on some farms
when their taking in hay.

And when night time comes
and he kneels by his bed,
he thanks God for work
while bowing his head.

He prays that our troops
will win these new wars,
then his two brothers
can help with the chores.

We all need his outlook
when money gets thin,
he's out there trying
he's out there to win.


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The Library Man

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


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The best job

Your own successful biz,
that's what your best job is!

Volodymyr Knyr
2014


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Occupy's Struggle

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


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LG Poetry Department Store

Come on folks!  Everybody  come on over here!
I’m one of the coolest poetic  vendors all throughout  the year!

Midnight , anniversary , summer  and all kinds of seasons sales,
I’m sure you’ll enjoy shopping here while saving up your bills.

My spiritual uplifting poems are 80 percent discount offer,
For whole sale, take freely my dog who is so expert in prayer.

Take my poems  about friendship and love as much as you want,
Like sharing half of my heart to you, that’s  50 percent discount.

Special poem, My Name and poems dedicated to special friends,
They are out of stocks, but you can make an order if you can.

My poems  all about arts, music, nature and mysteries of life,
Biggest discount I’ll give, all have been displayed  in my big shelf.

The poems which express  my joys, sadness, and my  pains, 
 Buying them in retail price, take freely My Stupid Boyfriend.
 
Life is real Good while you shop at LG’s Poetry Department store,
Grab my Garage Sale now! You’ll regret if you postpone or ignore!


Written: Sept . 13, 2012



First Place
Contest: Poets Garage Sale
Judged:10/23/2012
Poet Sponsor: Poet SKAT


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Straight To To The Top

Lets raise our hands and all rejoice
Allow the world to hear our voice

This time of year the work never ends
We join together and help our friends

That’s how the Lord would have it be
I offer help to you, you offer help me

We are working together hand in hand
Because our harvest shall feed the land

Praise the Lord I want it to show
Jesus is the harvester of my soul

Jesus is now who harvest my crop
From the bottom straight to the top
 


Written for Brian's contest. Being from
a farming County the Harvest is very
dear to me. Last year I missed it due
to my back, this year I'm in school. I
think I'll go out on the weekend and
work a few hours for free just so I can
remain a part of something that I love
so much. Nothing like the smell of the
harvest in the morning, waiting on the
dew to dry so you can roll up in the Rice.
God I do miss the long days of honest
work but the Lord is Harvesting my life
in a new direction.


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Bad Banking Makes Hope Sinking


Why Country suffers underdevelopment?
Why her public suffer unemployment?

Bad banking is the main reason
So milk comes not, but poison

Some bank men daily toil
They only preserve the soil

Many relax without any work
But, they get the best perk

Influential bank men develop
Playing politics to come up

They try and very finely spoil
By putting into water dirty oil

By giving a bad confidential report
They cunningly cut possible support

If a subordinate is very well-dressed
Surely he becomes by them cursed

If they see a robust young man
Against him they make a plan

More and more work they dump
Giving pressure to heart-pump

Do or die policy, they wrongly follow
A hard-working heart, they will blow

Country is not at all very strong
As Country's Banking is wrong.

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Grandmas Phrase About Work

If you don't go with the flow,
Then they will kick you,
Out the do'.
If you work like you get no pay,
No one to you will say Hey.

If you work at your job,
As if you work for the Lord,
Even when others make it hard
In front of them you'll get
A huge reward
And they'll look like retards.


So when you punch 
Your time card
Say thank You Lord
I could have been
Someone else.

When it's time for lunch
Say thank You Lord
Once more even if
Satan knocked at your do
Because he didn't munch
On your wealth.

Wrote 11-15-10


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A Pill Of Life

A Pill Of Life

A dream , a secret wish takes me for a groovy-ride
to be strong and tough and not the baby -cry. 

I muse up on Popeye ,the macho sailor man
envy him for that leaves he had in a simple can

handy that he kept, to puff his muscles out
when swallowed a tuft of spinach in to his gout. 

spinach would mess me up at work and play
so, I would rather 'pill ' em  up in a pop- down pill

boss or boys, creed does not matter 
pill must work well with all in a batter

one for the boy, 2 for the howling lady,
3 for the boss ,so it goes ; keep more for the bawdy

Pills to tough me up to deal with the deceptive and dowdy ones
to live a kingly life and dust happy hands off their pokes and puns 


For Russell Sivey's contest- Pill Of Life. 
13.02.2013


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Reply Email From Subby Conscience

(Gail's note: This is the sequel to the Email to Subby Conscience poem.)

To: gadeb@zzzsmail.com
From: Subby Conscience
Re: Communication between You and Me
Date: February 14, 2012

While I sneak  and scheme in your chaotic REM
I am doing nothing more than being a friend.

Those dream-swirls and ‘mare-tugs purge your mind’s eye
so that your psyche can grow and won’t suddenly die.

While you’re gripping tightly to antique feelings that won’t budge
I’m prying them out; giving them a strong nudge.

And as you grudgingly work through a feeling or two
I am working my hardest to make you feel what is true.

I even may help you work out a solution or two
Because during the day you are too busy to.

Who else provides perks that allow you to be
both young and old in the very same dream?

So tell me dear, and answer me this.
What would you do if many nights I missed

And was sneaking around in another soul’s REM
What would your sanity be like then?

Without my help to work out thoughts
That keep you quite sane…

Would you then turn around
And try to cast blame?

Saying Subby’s absence caused you to act like a drip?
Saying Subby’s absence caused your tongue to Freudian slip?
 
Instead your mind can skyrocket and cozily soar
After I recede in the A.M. and work behind your mind’s door.


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AWSOME SITE

I thought that this would be an interesting topic to write
As some thoughts about this year's awesome events came to light.

Recalling the year's events made me pause
Yet several "awesome" events gave me cause.

In thinking about one particular thing I would say
That finding Poetry Soup has made my day.

Not ever knowing how addictive it can be
To write my thoughts in words for others to see.

And then there are the friends I have found here
Who's poetry sometime will bring me a tear.

Oh, I laugh at some, cry with some, even get quizzical 
But it only makes my fingers want to get physical.

My brain starts to ache as I work up a lather
Typing words into rhyme as fast as I can gather.

Yes, it is a gem of a site that I see
But the real gems are the others who write poetry.

Their words are more elegant than mine
And I often wonder how they come to them sometime.

When I read their work it is more than a cure
They express the thoughts which are ever so pure.

Like distilling fine cognac from its brandy base
The words that I read all fall into place.

So it makes me want to make my own work better
And to them I have become a debtor.

For the words I write come from inspiration
And some of the contests exact great consternation.

You see, I don't know an Iambic from a Pentameter
But, that's what makes me want to try harder.

So I write words in ways that I think are good
Hoping that my thoughts can be understood.

Many a comment passes the site each day
All, to me, are special when sent my way.

I appreciate the thoughts of others who will take the time
To read the words I have tried to rhyme.

So in looking for something happy that happened this year
This "Awesome" site makes me want to cheer.

Poetry Soup may not give you the zing,
But then, next to sex...it's the next best thing!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL !!


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''Would You Like To Buy A Bag'' - plastic

~~~~   "Would You Like To Buy A Bag ? "  ~~~~

Two years ago, to the day
If you needed a bag , you must pay.

A nickle a bag we did charge
Whether its small, whether its large.

The customers were incredulous.
Some were sullen, some caused a fuss.

Some threw things, some would curse,
Some would stuff everything in their purse.

Some loaded their purchases to their chin
As if it were a battle they must win.

You'd think we were crazy, out of our head
Suggesting they use cloth bags instead.

It's been two years, we still hear them say
"Me?...pay for a bag?, that'll be the day"

The landfills and oceans have plastic galore
And courtesy of us, they'll  keep getting more.



for Susan Burch's contest "Paper or Plastic"
my theme - plastic
28/02/2012


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Writer's Block

You know what I hate about writer’s block,
How my creativity is hidden behind a lock;

Time ticks away as I stare at my screen,
My heart beating faster from the strain of caffeine;

The cursor flashing lulls me to doze,
Til a fly lands smack on the tip of my nose;

I swing at the fly and glance at the clock,
How did 10 AM turn into 5 O’clock;

I stand and I stretch and then walk away,
And say goodbye to another wasted day;

Maybe tomorrow will inspire my brain,
Or I could be slowly going insane…


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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


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Good Morning, Good Morning

I hear a little greeting at least once every day. “Good morning. Good morning,” both friends and strangers say. And when I’ve been awakened and turn the TV on, news folks have been saying it now since the break of dawn. How fitting the expression (that the dawn is breaking). Dawn sure breaks my restful sleep as I lie there aching.. . . Aching to go back to my private land of dreams, to burrow under blankets. Instead, it always seems. . . I’ve barely laid my head upon my pillow when my clock’s alarm starts buzzing. I turn it off and then. . . I quickly dress for work with barely time to eat. Dashing to my car, I hear the birdies’ “Tweet, tweet, tweet.” I know what they are saying to all the other birds. Those crazy birds are saying it not even using words! “Good morning. Good morning.” And merrily the sun beams down as I go speeding to work again. What fun! To bed, to rise, and early! To do those things I should, But I will not. . . and so my mornings never will be good! For Frank's "What Annoys you" and now for PD's Contest on Poems written in the a.m.


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STELLAR MS ELLA

"That's not my elephant!" You could hear her say,
As quickly she ran, caught on film, heading this way.

The 2nd graders all laughed as they watched the movie,
Many of them thought it was really "Groovee."

For this was a film shot of their teacher Ms. Ella,
Whose performance in it was anything but stellar.

She was running for her life as the big bull feigned his charge,
The one she was supposed to ride wasn't nearly that large.

But it made for a good chuckle when she showed her class
The home movie of her trip to India's Kyber Pass.

Soon it was lunchtime...the cafeteria line was fun
As they laughed about how fast their teacher could run.

Spaghetti was on the bill of fare
Passing it up...one wouldn't dare.

Because they would need all their energy tonight
They had a test coming on the Bill of Rights.

Ms. Ella was a good teacher and her kids liked her a lot
But her tests were difficult as if she had some plot.

She would send them home with work to do,
But they learned from her film, not everything is work too.





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Fingerprint Failure

Applying for teacher certification
I caused one technician much consternation

My fingerprints had simply not registered
Again and again the test he administered

“Guess you could have had a career in crime,”
He retorted reapplying ink grime

He said this had never happened before
But the results he surely couldn’t ignore

He sent me to an experienced tester
Who made many cracks, joked like a jester

He claimed my blank prints were quite unique
Turned over my hands just to take a peek

The delicate lines could scarcely be seen
And the fingers themselves were awfully lean

“What work do you do?” he asked with a scowl
As he removed the ink with a towel

“I now type 82 words per minute,
Most of my life I’ve been immersed in it"

My helpless fingers were worn to the bone
And my tester let out a mournful groan

Apparently pounding on my keyboard
Had produced an undesired reward

Faint thumbprints revealed no criminal record
And I won an overachiever award

Typing is essential to the work I do
Next time they need prints, I’ll remove my shoes


** True story for the Finger Frenzy contest


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bucket list of wants

Tons more I wish to do, Much more I want to do, Before I am laid on the pyre facing the sky deep blue, Much more I wish to do………. I want to scale scary heights, I want to bungee jump without any fright. I want to travel rough terrains on bikes, I want to make it through forests and go on long hikes. I want to wander singing songs, I want to sing about how I mended my wrongs. I want to be creative again , I want to write about my joys thrills and pain. I want to pour my heart and passion in my works, I want to write verses & haikus without reactions knee jerks. I want to take many a calculated risks, I want to learn from the entire process without shortcuts or fancy tricks. I want to contribute for a good cause, I want to give without siphoning material or emotional dross. I want to untangle messed up issues, I want to wipe off tears with empathy laced tissues. I want to work on taboo subjects, I want to solve regression of y on x. I want to listen to my music loud, I want to pen my work in a place far from the madding crowd. I want to sow seeds and many a plant, I want to bask in sun rays that into my room slant. I want to drench in the rains, I want to make paper boats and sail them in the drains. I want to pick up from the ground and smell fresh wet earth, And then joyously have my speech filled with mirth. I want to boldly write about myself only for me, I want the world to know me & my mind as they will always see. I want to meet often the persons, who mean a lot to me, I want to be able to emote my passions and feelings of love and glee. I want to be happy about just any small thing, And all this I want to do before the last breath to my nostrils I bring. Facing the blue skies on my funeral pyre, I want to be on the best craft my soul can hire…. All this I want to do very soon, Before sets into me dreaded gloom. But the life I live is taking its toll, I am yet to get out of this oblivious hole. Time is just right to set aside, And take a ride Fulfill my wants and dreams that I nurtured in me to grow, And I had put away sheathed in a cocoon of time many years ago. Now I don’t want a moment long, And I will do what I want and sing my own song, And do what in me I let grow, Many, many years ago.
by: Sashi.Prabhu