My father is a hero.
He stands so tall and proud.
His hands are firm, But gentle.
He stands out in a crowd.
People stop to Thank him.
For Freedom he does fight.
My father is a Soldier.
But he's my Dad at night!
For 15 years I have tolerated,
calculated, anticipated, sublimated workplace degradations, derisions,
subversions towards my character,
not today, no more,
yes, my pride has become livid, swollen like a bad bruise on the heart
and I apologize not for my self defense & righteous roil,
I will address you as the mean spirited scoundrels that you are,
no more 'boss - employee' boundry, just one human to another,
No fascade & title to prance behind, no longer above reproach from the lesser,
you are now entering the shock of the 'dead-fall' ,
buck you and your low wages, buck you and your perfect policies,
buck you and your work ethic 'mumbo jumbo',
buck you and the lame insults and false criticisms perpetrated
against my innocence and motivation,
buck you with your attempts to undermine my positive leadership,
buck you and your inconsistent hours
making a God damn yoyo out of me, buck you and your bonuses,
buck you and your preposterous training videos and ridiculous high school uniforms,
buck you and the belittling psychological questionniares connected to your applications,
buck you and your little managerial conclaves
which produce absurd machinations targeting the hourly employees
that make the place profitable,
wipe your cracks with your silly 'write ups' and legal circumspection bull-slit,
I am not your 'bro.' or 'buddy' , and I sure as shout am not your 'honey' ,
not today, not anymore
I will not allow you to treat me as a tool for your benefit,
I will no longer work faster so that you can save money & leave earlier,
you will no longer be permitted to laugh at me without redress,
you are now dealing with a Man, not just another employee number,
don't worry 'boss', I'll continue to work, I'm not gonna 'quit' ,
but I will not work for you, I am going to work with you,
today is a New Day -
J.A.B. Dedicated to all hard working Men and Women -
Glenn Turner and Randall "Randy" Thompson were the best police officer and volunteer firefighter in all of Cobb County, Georgia, until March 1995 (WWF Monday Night Raw and WWF Wrestle-Mania XI) and January 2001 (Raw Is War, WWF SmackDown!, and the WWF Royal Rumble) when their lives were taken away from their loving families by Julia Lynn Womack: aka the "Black Poisoning Widow." It seems that it was these two guys in uniform who married the same woman, especially when she was after their money, totaling hundreds and thousands of dollars, even in life insurance. Glenn and Randy have been killed by a deadly liquid by the form of Etheline Glycol rich antifreeze; Lynn Turner used it to spike that of lime-flavored gelatin (green Jell-O), sweet iced tea, and chicken noodle soup. Now, how cold-blooded was that? But to be honest, Maurice G. Turner and Randy Thompson, God rest their souls, really never should've met this gold digging assassin named Julia Lynn Womack (who's now dead) to begin with. Their families, their colleagues, and the citizens of Cobb County, Georgia, they still don't understand why the lives of these two men have to end in a tragic manner. They've got a bunch of whole lives ahead of them. But now that Lynn Turner, who killed both her police officer husband and her firefighter boyfriend, is dead, she can't hurt anyone else ever again. Randall and Glenn are no longer with their friends and families (including their moms), but their spirits will live on forever and they'll see their loved ones in heaven one day. And as for Julia Lynn Womack-Turner, she got what was coming to her and may she burn in the giant pit of inferno for all eternity.
I do not know?
My eyes can see
That the sand is like sea
And it stretches to the end of my mind
On a ship set to sail
with four legs and a tail
Tishmandu I set out to find
Now the wind is of sand
and can lend a hand
in tearing the flesh from your bone
So your head you keep wrapped
your snaps keep snapped
and you never travel alone
The heat at midday
is to kill and waylay
if the body and soul are not one
So you pray to the east
and prepare for slim feast
begging passage under full sun
Caravan of the seed
born on camels that breed
in an endless march between wells
Over lost count of dunes
under God and full moons
blessing passage with incense and bells
At the end of the day
when gold turns to grey
and the stars brighten the skies
A device is brought forth
to determine true north
and the path where Tishmandu lies
On the fortieth morn
pressing lips to the horn
a signal beckons us wake
Leaving water behind
on a course now refined
the final leagues we must take
Tishmandu is a place
where a white mans face
has never been seen or allowed
But the people have need
and my service agreed
in a land under sky without cloud
Like feathers of blue
in the distance I view
the flags on top of the walls
Though my limbs are worn
my very fabric is torn
I move towards Tishmandu halls
At last in the shade
a walled shelter is bade
I meet with the maker of rules
A service I bring
but to rules I must cling
or a tortures price must be paid
Twenty days and seven
in the passes of heaven
I treated the sick and the lame
With rules on my mind
the medicines I grind
The devil of Tish for to tame
As I washed the sick
and avoided blunt stick
the God of the desert did smile
For the people made well
in this fortified hell
where spirit is subject to trial
In the end I am paid
for the journey I made
and the healing and medicine new
On my camel back
salted meats in my pack
I Bid farewell to Tishmandu
FROM OUT OF THIS EARTH, IN EVERY GENERATION
MUST ARISE A MIGHTY PROPHET...
SO DON'T YOU HAVE NO FEAR, YOU HAVE DONE YOUR SHARE, YOU ARE THE HONOURABLE
YOU BROUGHT US OUT FROM IGNORANCE,
AND FOR THIS WE WILL THANK YOU HONESTLY.
ALTHOUGH WE KNOW THAT IT WAS WRITTEN IN THE BIBLE THAT MANY WOULD BE
CALLED,BUT ONLY FEW OF THEM WOULD BE CHOOSEN.
ROBERT NESTA MARLEY, HE LIVED HIS LIFE FOR WE.
AND NOW WE HAVE GROWN, WE ARE THE SEEDS HE HAS SHOW, TILLED BY HIS IMPERIAL
OH BROTHER BOB YOU WERE ONE.
YOU WORKED FROM DAWN TILL DAWN.
NOW IN THE PHYSICAL YOU HAVWE GONE, BUT IN THE SPIRIT YOU WILL CARRY ON,
THE WORKS OF MARCUS GARVEY.(CHORUS)
NOW BOB ARISE,
OPEN THY EYES.
BECAUSE WE WANT YOU TO KNOW, I 'n' I HAVE DISCOVERED YOUR FOE,
TRAMPLED BENEATH THY FEET.
SO IF YOUR TRODDING IN A STREET,
OR IN A HIGH MOUNTAIN.
DON'T YOU HAVE NO SHAME,
REGGAE MUSIC HAS BROUGHT YOU FAME,
YOU ARE THE HONOURABLE NATTY DREAD.
(C)1982, 1996, 2006 ALBERT WILLIAMS
Dating a beautiful redhead girl will be the greatest moment of my life. She’s like an Irish princess, even better. Her hair is so red, it’s as if she’s on fire. Her beautiful eyes are like a pair of emerald gems when I look at them. And her pale skin is as beautiful as pure, white snow. It seems to me that all attractive redheads are amazing, and most of all, they’re down to Earth. This redhead is also like a beautiful, Irish Princess, even from the Emerald Isle (Ireland). I never dated an attractive redheaded girl before, but it’s about time that I did. Plus, there are other beautiful redheads who are famous, like Kay and Danielle Panabaker, Emma Stone, Hayley Williams, Lindsay Lohan, Lily Cole, and others. Not to mention Julienne Moore, even though she’s happily married. I wouldn’t mind dating a beautiful redhead, but she has to be from the U.S. or Ireland. She’s like that redheaded warrior from Brave. She’ll be my Irish Princess one day (Irish girlfriend), and I’ll be her American prince (American beau). I say, if I were to get into a serious relationship with this attractive redhead, I won’t break her heart; I’d also be honest and truthful to her. I know that female redheads are sensitive and I also know that she doesn’t want to be brokenhearted. All I know is that if I fall in love with a redhead girl and I become infatuated with her, there’s just no telling.
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
I am a champion,
the thought and feel of it is real,the fact being indisputable and the reality pure,
with others,and in singular isolation victory over the misery of disrections is now,and future,
I am a champion because I have led myself and others to victories,
victories over the malvolent and lurid labors,
living,toiling,dreaming,and breathing within the parameters of a system foriegn
to my instincts, alien to this suture,
I am a champion along with others because I weep incredulity
at the untaught magnitude of a work ethic producing abject glories,
brought to my knees,my heart beats rife with pain,fear, & the mud of doubt,
brought to lunacy by the dispassion that consequence savors,
rising, and rising as emotions explode at the chance and moment for domination,
justification, to obliterate the obstacles,making room for stories,
awaking with dry pain in the eyes,nausea,dizziness,despair,
seeking simple reasons for motivation to go forth,
wishing quixotically for more sleep,
finishing the day feeling dumb,dull and brazen like a fenced horse
hungry for edification,rectification,seeing the great steppe with a risk too deep,
going on week after week with new sprains & strains on mind body & spirit,
always some mistake, cuts, bruises, burns & hyperextensions,
compulsively micromanaging,hyperanalysing, a manic finisher,
nothing will dissuade me from the thankless pursuits of daily perfections,
the anatagonists,the ones who sneer & discourage casually at the noble attempts
of the able champions trying to maximize efficiency,to excel,win,
raising that standard which the mediocre claim can't be improved,
I and others jeapordize our health,safety,sanity so to accomplish the impossible,
I receive no grand trophies,new contracts or publicity,
nobody takes my picture or delivers a prize,
there are no special tokens or passwords on the table,
we strive ferociously for the sake of victory,for the knowledge of limits,
this way setting greater goals & tests,
being testaments for others who climb,
do I want acclaim from Deity for my successes,distinction for my sacrafices, no,
I work hard for me and others to be sublime -
Once upon a time we all used to live together. By we I mean blacks and whites. The people from Ireland 'Irish" lived with black Caribbeans. They were shipped from Ireland as slaves to west indian masters. they settled in a place called Montserrat. None of the were freed from slavery. They never had a law passed to free Irish slaves. However, after they finished their work of their masters they eventually were set free.
Blacks lived with some Irish whites and British whites. They had to travel to Africa to gather people who knew nothing about slaves or slavery. They couldn't capture west indian people because that's where they came from. They used the money collected from their masters to buy their new slaves. African slaves were indeed freed by president Abraham Lincoln. Who wrote and signed the Emancipation Proclamation on January 1, 1863.
Even after slavery blacks and whites continued to live and work together. Some even had children by their masters. Things were this way for years. All they had was each other. All they knew was each other. The only two races forced to live together. Can't get along today in today's society. These facts maybe be a harsh reality, but oh so true.
They only two races of people that were not slaves were the Spanish and Italians. They were never owned, sold, or brought by a black or white man. They fought for their belief and freedom. Also demanded respect so they would not have to bow down to any master. They never got captured and beat. They did the beatings and never got beat. They also lived in black neighborhoods. Which sometimes caused riots. rivalries, and many fights. Due to they fact that both races are very similar in alot of ways.
Overall, blacks and whites both endured slavery to some extreme. Our ancestors would, protest, march, died, and sacrificed for our freedom today. So I don't understand why there is so much hate in the world today. If you don't know your past;you won't be able to handle your future. You will be without understanding. History does repeat itself. Thank You!
Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"
Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree
Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"
Was for a benefit,
You paved in,
To nail down the,
You turned into waterworks,
When the cut down
Was on process.
Jubilant than ever
when germination flourished.
You looked after,
To see none but their growth,
The nourishment you fought for,
Regardless of the circumstances.
Down to your end,
Still showed your solicitude
that the woes came directly from your heart.
Weeps, for our well being,
wails, to ensure we received raindrops.
Confidently you battled,
To ensure no dry day approached.
Your deeds reached accross generation,
A total mother of nature,
A legend never to be forgotten.
We will live to remember
Your wonderful work.ag
Tires squeaking from exhaust… high in volume
Racecar spews out smoke…
Blinding the eyes of a thousand fans
Explosions avalanche downwards
Racecar drives fast and furiously
Awesome feelings launch through me
Projecting panic and twisted bliss
Catching the audience’s full attention…
Tension between challengers increase
Who could stand in their way… not even the coaches
Racecar screeches on the racing street…
Ain’t this competition neat? Come! Take a seat!
This event is brilliant – it’s such a treat!
Producing thrill or disappointment…
Car organs, fragments, shards, remains, limbs, veins
Spurts out in flames… flying at every possible direction
Countless racecars… barely functions – this scene is extremely horrendous!
Yet, the victories are gracious!
Vibrant applauses and thanksgiving triggers enlightening cheer
Have no fear!!!
The moment is ever so precious!
Racecar…you make so much racket and suspense!
Rowdiness is in your nature…who will pay the expense??
Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.
I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.
He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.
My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.
Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.
Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun CSEastman
A little boy and an ant became great friends one day.
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:
In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.
But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.
The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…
The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.
Patradoot or The Messenger 1/Many
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor
I am in meditation for the same God,
Whom you also pray, praise and meditate,
You who is born from my hand and pen,
Have a better destiny than your originator.
Kanpur India 9th May 2010 to continue in 02/Many
Note: The entire poetry work created by my father
is addressed to a Letter.
Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.
Main Bhi Dhyata, Usi Murti Ka
Tu Bhi Dhyan Lagata Hai,
Mere Kar Se Janmaa Tu,
Mujhse Saubhagya, Bada Tera Hai.
Original work in Hindi written by my late father Late Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
way back in 1932.
English version is more than the exact translation of my
father’s Patradoot or the Messenger.
Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections
Everything goes flying
In the room!!
Let me zoom
In on the carnage caused
From blown up pieces
Now it ceases
How powerful the wrecking crew
Imagining it's all about you
Now lessen your anger justly so
Make sure you're never left below
Being the urban outlaw has its own rewards, especially when this vingilante-like person is helping the Marshall oficers capture the bad guys. It's just like a modern-day version of the Wild Wild West, except that the buildings (including the saloons) have closed down or whatever. When one of the urban outlaws are riding their horses into town, they're either greeted by the townsfolks or feared by them. What's so great about the urban outlaws in the Wild Wild West is that the cowboys are playing a lot of poker and drinking, but minus the alcoholic beverages, let alone whiskey. Everybody knows that the urban outlaws have their backs, especially when corruption rises in their towns. The urban outlaw has to abide the rules that society has handed to him, especially the townspeople. God only knows that cowboys and outlaws are either against each other or working together and stuff. All urban outlaws also love sleeping by campfires and riding their horses through the heated desert and by the riverbanks. Not only does the urban outlaw has a lot of adventures, even in the Wild Wild West, he also has the freedom to ride his horse anywhere, even in town. Those cowboys and outlaws should be very proud of themselves. But what is so great about being an urban outlaw most of all is when he's on the run from the bad guys who he had jailed, even better. Well, I guess that's how these people roll in the Wild Wild West. Right now, I find the cowboys, the urban outlaws, and the Wild Wild West very interesting, especially when he and/or she's outside of the city. It's also as if we're back in the year 1867. And if there are going to be modern-day urban outlaws and modern-day cowboys everywhere these people go, even in rual places like outside of Dallas and/or Albuquerque, that would be awesome for everybody, even me.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound on my drumes i like to pound.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i think it has a very cool sound.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i would love to here it going around.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound don't let it turn your smile into a frown.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound here there where ever i am found in the sky or on the ground.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i am so glad JESUS CHRIST i have found. Bubba bubba bound Bubba bound and heaven someday i am bound.
Buba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound.
Remember seeing my father coming
Home from work on his bicycle
And it was a cold and rainy day
And he was soaking from the drizzle
And I can tell he was getting sick
But he would never once complain
And he would have fever to his bones
And get dress and go back to work again
My father was strong as a mountain
But with a heart soft as a baby cries
And he would live his whole life
Like that until that sad day that he dies
He was a man of very few words
And all his words was full of wisdom
My father never smoke in his life
Or drink alcohol or ever taste rum
My father always led by example
And he was a respected man
And though none of us could be like him
But we will always try the best we can
My father had the biggest heart
Caring for everyone so sincerely
He never close his eyes to those in need
He would give his last unselfishly
So many good things he has done
For all the times he was here
And we all know deep down inside
Now much he really truly care
I wish I had told him more
How much I admired him so
And for the rest of my life he will
Always be the one I look to as my hero
Father even though we might not have say it
We appreciated all that you do
And we have been so truly bless
To have had a father like you
Today on February 6 th
Makes it nine years he past away
And the pain of missing him
Feels like it was just yesterday
We know you are looking at us
From heaven above the sky so blue
And every day of our life’s
Our foot steps will always follow you
Though you have past and gone
Your legacy is for ever engrave
For the future generations to walk
On the righteous road that you pave
Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about "What A Poetry Actually Is", the
obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly
see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different
Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror,
It is something we can relate to and share.
It's our memories written in jumbled words,
It's like a song, with a meaning it holds.
A mere idea of our mystical lives,
Expressed in a way from deep inside
A way which only the heart can see,
A place where the eyes get cold-feet
The earnest truth and the sweetest lies,
It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.
Chip off the old block;
It runs in the family.
This all needs to stop
In our meritocracy.
Titles through ages;
A generation’s game.
Lordships by bloodline,
Some things need to change.
Birth won’t denote skill;
It keeps people out.
When money they flout.
James Caan can shove it,
And let workers in.
Nobles move over,
Let our time begin.
In the cold of the morn with a crisp cloudy day…
A flat tire assailed a young girl, as she went on her way.
Young and full of life but definitely overwhelmed…
She was late for work and her husband had just nearly died.
She sat in her car, sniffling, worrying, and crying some wails.
She’d never changed a tire, a young husband always there.
But hurt he’d become, and in the hospital now remained…
It was up to her, suddenly alone, to make things right again.
She fretfully tried AAA but the wrong number was wrung…
Till Old Granny Goodness appeared with hope, and some fun.
She quickly got her out of the car, and found everything there.
Explaining what to do, Granny decided to entertain with flair.
Together they’d use a spare tire to fix that rickety old car.
They figured out the jack and successfully lifted the car.
But lug nuts are hard and need strength to unleash…
So granny fussed and she bug-tussled but never gave up
Till the young girl laughing, knew what she must do herself…
Grabbing deep into her courage, she ran into the QT for help.
Sure enough, a worker volunteered to help that sweet young thing out.
And the lug nuts came off lickety-split with laughter on top.
The young man was gracious, and ever so kind and…
Yes, he finished the job with his best smile and in record time
And of course he helped put everything away, too, you can bet…
He even helped Old Granny Goodness up off the ground where she sat.
Then with a salute and fare thee well, he went back inside…
While Old Granny Goodness, and the girl put air in the tires.
By now the girl was the lead in the work as she smiled and laughed…
She was empowered; you know… there’s nothing wrong with that.
Yes, the world was saved as all found their way home, with a wink, at last.
Yes, with gratitude, a hug, and a smile… many a way can be found again.
Contest:Write me a Happy Poem 10-31-2011 CSEastman
She was always on beat and the most fluent mover. Never hesitant to step out onto her linoleum playground, Letting the stage lights beam down at her like sunshine, only refracting rays to intensify her lime light see she… was a dancer. &no I’m not talking about ya everyday tutu wearing mannequin. This one was special. The music was a part of her, she found a rhythm in every void and a tune in all speeches, it could only, flow thru her mind like water through the globe, more than she runs through my thoughts, like the way those greens slips of sustenance fell to the ground as she worked her pole.
Tragic ending to the perfect fairytale.
Mommy and Daddy had her dancing at six and in and out of auditions, wishing for her dreams to be realized unlike her own. Praying that her daughter could be somebody important, the next best thing since Broadway, better than Dejan Tubic, another Janelle Ginestra, but daddy had a sweet spot for his youngin. Wanting more for an innocent life and only turned her out of a fantasy. Pushing her on with the hopes only fools in the Ghetto would believe. Graduation day, she crashed hard, spinning back into reality. With no way to pay for her Julliard dream, a fistful of issues, and not a pot to piss in. She was strolling the block one night, and, heard music. Got sucked into the charisma of a strip joint. One second she was on the corner, everything goes black and when she comes to… she’s bare, with enough ones to get a place and put some food in her belly. That night she looked in the mirror… breaking down crying… all the dreams she had, crushed by the nimble fingers of fate. She doesn’t pity herself for long. Her mind’s already made up. “Gotta do this for me…” She rests, and the next day she finds herself back to the club to make more ones and satisfy more customers. It wasn’t the life she chose, but it’s one she’ll never regret, cause always had that sweet spot for her in el Corazon.. and she’ll always be, Daddy’s Little Girl.
Teen boys are always getting teen girls pregnant, but older men, impregnating underage girls? When will teen pregnancy stop? It seems that these underage girls have been seeing these men in their 20s or 30s behind the backs of their moms and/or dads. And the next thing everybody knows, one day later, those teen girls, they will have wounded up getting pregnant in an instant. No matter what the parents do to prevent their teen daughters from ever becoming mothers at an early age, let alone 15, no matter how hard they try, they just won't listen. And no matter what the moms and/or the dads will have done by showing their teen daughters the dangers of teen parenting, they still won't listen. These older men have always been messing around with the underage girls (ages 14, 15, 16, and/or 17) and are always getting getting them pregnant. What's so cold about it is that their parents will have been seriously upset about the fact that these grown men have robbed those teen girls of their innocence and their futures. And instead of teen girls going to college to become, teachers, lawyers, and/or doctors, because of these grown men, those teen girls will have been forced to have dropped out of high school to take care of their kids. See, there's a problem with those underage girls: they just can't concentrate on their education, thereby getting their high school diplomas and/or college degrees. The girls really should've waited until after they'd gotten married to guys their age and then have kids. And if these men in their 20s, 30s, or 40s weren't going to take care of their kids that the young mothers have given birth to because those sexist, womanizing Neanderthals who've gotten them pregnant to begin with, they should've used condoms and/or left those teen girls alone. As a matter fact, these grown men should've gotten arrested for impregnating teen girls by way of statutory rape. What's with these young teen girls, always falling for guys twice or three times their age, knowing they should date guys their age. Why must these grown men always wanting to get those underage girls pregnant at an early age, let along 15? I mean, who does that. It's just way, way, way too much for their parents (the moms and/or the dads) to handle. And if this type of teen pregnancy continues to expand by the year 2016 and these adult men continue to rob those teen girls of their futures, their so-called "childhood," and their innocence, their parents, they're doomed. This ends now!
We all wish to be rich
And be the best looking to walk the street
And we all hope that some where
Is the perfect person waiting for us to meet?
We all want to have very nice house
And live a life very happy
Some wish to travel the world
And some wants to marry and start family
And to live a comfortable life
And everyday was easy as 1, 2, 3,
To some it do become a reality
And to others it will, remain a fantasy
But no matter what we become
We all need each other skills to survive
For the doctor who can save a life
Need a mechanic to repair his car to dive
And when the president of the U, S, A,
Having of eggs coffee and toast bread
He needs the poor illegal farmer who harvest
And work till their fingers bled
And all the kings and queens of the world
Needs the unknown tailors and seamstress
So when they come out in public
Every can see how very they are dress
And we open our Christmas gifts
And put the garbage out the next day
We are so happy to come home and see
That the garbage man has taken it away
My grand mother use to say
That one hand can not clap
So we all can’t be heading one direction
We will reach no where following the same map
So no matter if you are very rich
Or if you are very poor
We need each other to build a house
Pave the roads or open a door
But still some feel the need to think
That they are better than others
When they find their self in trouble
Then they realize that no one even bothers
Some may accidentally spill coffee
And their new laptop
Then take it to the geek
Sayings please make the problem stop
The man who cuts the grass
To make the million’s yard looks nice
Or the old Indian lady cooking
That mayor Bloomberg like her curry and rice
We all can not be the same
But we make this world work as one
And the sooner we realize that
Then a new direction in our life has began
There are the unfortunate ones
Just look around us and we will see
And if we pretend that we don’t notice
Then its shame on you and me
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
the stones will tell the story of their journey into the Promised Land
the children of Israel with the Ark of the Covenant at Gigal they came to stand
they had crossed over the Jordan River when the river bed by God was made dry
and the Lord told them to tell all the children if they should ever ask why?
God is at work in our lives, He has a master plan
He's prepared us for that which for us He has in His hands
our lives have been redeemed by His unlimited mercy and grace
as He's the God of the whole universe of all air, land, sea and space
we've been fashioned in His image and the likeness of His Son Our Holy Lord
and when we accept and acknowledge Him our lives become more in accord
as all things work together for the good of those who love Christ
no matter the trials nor the tribulations that you experience in this life
when our children ask why we worship and honor the Lord God
the words out of our mouths should be from the depths of our hearts
tell them that once they understand the purpose that for them God has ordained
they'll be more equipped to handle life's frustrations, upsets and pain
let them know no matter what in life they are going through
the joy of the Lord comes each morning and He will always be with you
trust in God to open doors and let His Holy Spirit guide you along
believe in His word, follow His commands and you will never go wrong
by exposing the core of your being, your soul and becoming a vessel that God can use
now as a true disciple and servant of Christ you can never lose
so reverence God, respect God and hold Him in the highest regards
and when our children ask why tell your testimony from the heart
that God is omnipotent, there is nothing He cannot do
He parted the Red Sea and the Jordan River so His people could pass through
so when our children ask why, why we glorify the Lord God?
we can tell them about all the wonderful things and the miracles He imparts
To get someone to read my poems… Contests there must be.
They must be bleeping nuts thinking I can follow all those cockeyed rules.
Out of a zillion types of poems they always pick the weirdest ones.
Allowed only 16 lines… I found I stopped at ninety-one.
And for a topic they want a bird throwing glitter from a tree.
How about I spank them as I put them across my knee!!!
And why must I name it… as they told me? Where’s that for creativity?
Then they want a special comment added in the poem…
I would rather not add plagiarism… I’d rather call it my own.
But, you know, I am so very needy that I’ll do whatever they want.
Well… I’ll do, maybe one or two… of the things they want.
I know this makes it harder to judge the poems that are found therein.
But to me a poem… is a funny bent on my crazy whim.
Then suddenly, Lord Have Mercy… my poem didn’t win.
But I’m happy as punch for even with their strained smile…
I’m sure they read one of my poems yet again. :)
(Meant only for fun) I'm not really complaining. Just having fun.
Tribute to David Michael Jones. 1895 - 1974.
A British poet, painter and engraver
Was a lad of 20, left art college to join the RWF*
"In parenthesis "was his write
A poem describing horrors
Of being a front line soldier, to fight
In the world war 1 battle on the western front
An event he described as epic
and imbued with religious, moral and mythic
overtones where Divine Grace manifested a continual presence
T.S.Elliot called his work "a work of genius"
badly wounded in Mametz Wood his life they did fear
In 1921 he converted to Catholicsm, going to Eric Gills
Community in Ditching Uk where he honed his
carpentry and engraving skills
When Stravinsky came to UK For the last time ,
was solely a pilgrimage to visit David Jones
David died in 1974
Some of his paintings are in the Tate.
His work is mostly forgotten
Was deeply Catholic, writing
The Sleeping Lord and Other Fragments.
Classed amongst the most important poems of the 20th century
*RWF. Stands for Royal Welch Fusiliers, they wear a feather in their cap
Read notes please.
The ripped pages,
torn from a red notebook
litter the ground.
And empty beer bottles,
are all toppled on each other
the wine bottles line the fireplace mantel.
Ripped pages from a red notebook
crumpled into balls,
torn from reality.
Like hearts broken,
from betrayal or heartache,
Ripped pages from a red notebook.
torn from a red notebook,
the notebook of life.
Ripped pages litter the ground,
and I open a bottle of beer,
I light a cigarette,
fill my lungs with clouds of grey.
Ripped pages from a red notebook,
the notebook of life,
here I go, writing another poem.
A full moon is known for making people do things that are weirder and weirder. It only appears at night, even when the Earth rotates and stuff. It happens on every 14th of 15th of the lunar month. The full moon is so whole, but so scarier, it's like staring it right in the face. Everybody also knows that when people turn into werewolves (just like the werewolf movies), they most likely howl at the full moon. It may be a real myth and a real folklore or whatever, but All full moons are still making people do weird things. It seems that the Earth's been rotating around the sun, even when the day's over. But when it comes to a full moon and werewolves and stuff, they're basically from movies and Greek mythologies and stuff, in which they're a bunch of awesome folklores. And if the full moon continues to appear at night and people continue to do weirder things, thereby making people do weird things, there's no telling what weirder thing might happen next, even on another full moon.
Having autism has been the greatest thing that has ever happened to every boy, girl, man, and woman, especially that of a three-year-old. It has made a positive impact on people who'd been born with or had been diagnosed with autism since day one. Being autistic means accepting for who he and/or she really is, especially when he or she's around a bunch of open-minded people. What everyone, including me, also learned about having autism is when we're living in our own worlds and the real world at the same time. Children, teens, and adults with autism can function in the real world, even in public places, especially when they're going to school or work. What I also learned is that people can go after their dreams like being a politician, a lawyer, or whatever, even if he and/or she has autism. God has made us the way we are, and I think that having autism has been the greatest thing that has ever happened to all of us, even when I was three years old. It doesn't matter if he and or she has either autism, autism spectrum disorder, or Asperger's Syndrome, we're all still human. The whole world should know that being an autistic human being is great and no one should judge us just because we, as humans, have autism, autism spectrum disorder, or Asperger's Syndrome. The fact that day in and day out, for the past few years, people with autism, including me, have proven the board of education and those nay-Sayers wrong, even in the classrooms in all of the schools nationwide. Nothing could bring us down. Even though we have autism, we're still His children. The parents should be proud of the fact that they've raised us well, even if we have autism or any other disability. There's also a good chance of people getting into serious relationships and getting married, regardless of one person having autism. And if all of the friends and families have accepted them for who they really are, other people should be more accepting, too. I have autism, mild MR (mental retardation), and OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) and I'm also proud of the fact that I'm still human.
Friendship is the state of both people being the best of friends. Friendship also means that one person is to protect the another person (man and/or woman) from all kinds of danger, even being taken advantage of. There's always a difference between two people being just friends and both best friends (a boy and a girl) falling in love with each other, especially when they've known each other since they were babies or elementary school. Building friendships mean that he and/or she has built the bridges that will never break or burn unless they'd betrayed each other by having affairs with their boyfriends/girlfriends, selling them out to the the wrong crowd (including the devil), and that kind of stuff. It seems that without each other, they're nothing. Both people, including those from either elementary school, middle school, high school, or college really need each other, especially when they will have found out that their spouses or lovers have been cheating on them with somebody else. The greatest thing everybody should learn about friendships is that all friends are there for each other every single day. And the other greatest thing about friendships is that they've got each others' backs, especially when they're falling on hard times like facing reality, dealing with being decades old, that kind of stuff. Let's hope that all friendships don't end in pain, sadness, and suffering. And if these people continue to stay the best of friends for years and years, even through out all of the school reunions, things will always be the same. I hope all friendships stay stronger than ever forever.
before labor unions came into existence businesses were run like monarchies
where those in positions of power treated the workers atrociously
no sick days, no overtime, no vactions and no minimum wage
and some work place conditions were worse than an animal's cage
but throught the grace of God and American ingenuity
the laborers joined together and the unions came to be
organized for the advancement of the shared interest of the work force
a confederation of laborers who at one time had no recourse
fired without cause, no work injury compensation and hardly a lunch hour
but with the labor unions now in place the workers have a measure of power
bargaining for health insurance and decent salaries
negotiating for better conditions and job security
thank God for the unions as collectively we band
one for all and all for one, united we now stand
As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a
book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with...
As I sit here weaving my poetry
Into the semblance of a book…
I find that I must ask Gods’ blessing…
For the journey, that together we have took.
I find I must bow my head in thought…
Over this book that together we have wrought
As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart…
As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought.
And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins…
He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen.
I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life’s art.
And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart.
No matter what he or she does, no matter how hard he or she does, it's not good enough for the others. These people who've been trying way too hard to impress other people have been treated like trash since ever. The only thing that other people are good at is being way better than the others. And the fact that day in and day out, week after week, for the past few years, people like their so-called "boyfriends" and their so-called "girlfriends," people like his or her so-called "best friends" had the audacity to disrespect this guy or girl. It's just like when these people have been seriously rejected by their so-called "attractive peers" after they asked them out on dates or get together someday and because of the way they looked. The moment these people have forgotten about the others, it had finally dawned on them. It seems that these people never really wanted to be friend with each other or go out on dates in the near future, anyway. And come to think of it, It's not enough for them. Some people are just completely ungrateful. After everything these people have done for each other, like ask them out on dates and/or offering them real friendships, it's like they've accomplished nothing. Even breaking their backs for each other, it's still not enough. And this type of rejection is making everybody sick, even me. Well, no more of being rejected. No more of being treated like trash. And no more being stepped on and pushed around. This type of rejection has got to stop. So as of right now, this ends right now! Enough is enough, and it's time for a real change!
i work hard, Sir
and well, Sir
but you said
it was not enough
So i worked harder,
still well, Sir
but you said it
was not enough
So i worked faster,
and longer, Sir
but not so well, Sir
and my kids forgot
To my disgrace, Sir
you said the quality
and still was not
So i work harder,
still well Sir
and wait for the
with your behind me,
i step aside, Sir
and let you taste my
MCMXCVI - This
originated as I was
at my workstation on
a glorious Sunday
when i should be
walking through the
changing colors with
Still damp from the wash of a waking dream I realize the pain from the past and how much
Although not by force I was led to believe in the dimmest of truths thus kept awash in grief
All of the many things now remade as they truly were splendid things simple hidden treasure
Grasping at the meaning from the other side of the murky metaphor is finally a thing not so
It has always been worth the while even as the seconds have become long yet timeless years
My epic life a work of art the masters of fate around me still hard at work in bliss and
As I look down on the tableau from where I’ve become the high road, I can see it very
It has never been the easy path filled with twist, turns, danger, and despair but so worth it all
Erected by cause and effect as a monument for later travelers to ponder as they reach for
Yes as feeble as it may seem the wizened ones were so right, the journey is its own reward
I need twelve and ten
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and i dont know sweet then genesis media off the finish stoll
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I like my church oil
i woke up and laughing stay alive a wrath news chrsitna mute point!
this so be twelve friends balling somatic revolution my friends
the name of god perhaps two more quick tell us a story
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An epiphany is actually a Christian holiday that takes place on the 6th of January every year. An epiphany is also a sudden realization of greater truth. It seems that after he or she had said some hateful remarks about each other or whatever, he or she finally has an epiphany; people should accept some changes in their lives. Epiphany is used different ways, especially when it comes to being a Christian holiday, even after Christmas. The only way for people to each have an epiphany is to end their selfish and hateful ways. And the fact that day in and day out, even if these people are moving on with their lives, they should do the same. Some people, like Albert Einstein, were using the word "epiphany" as a scientific term, but it's used to end all types of selfishness and a lot of arrogance. No wonder why epiphany has affected the lives of every human being on planet earth. and just like I said, the only way to end this selfishness is to have an epiphany. The only reason why he/she shouldn't care about him/herself anymore is because other people are as important as he or she is. Without multiple people in their lives, he or she is nothing. He or she must put all negative thoughts aside in order to save themselves from reliving a lot of painful memories. Everybody knows that God wanted the entire human race to get along well. Right now, I wish every human being on the planet each have an epiphany and were to stop being self-centered and start thinking about others besides themselves. Unless he or she each has an epiphany and until he or she ends his or her selfish ways, he or she will likely spend the remainder of his or her days alone.
I want to be the only one who'll outlive the others. I want to stay healthy and fit for a long, long, time. There's always such thing as, "living life to its fullest." It seems that at the end of the day and a life-changing journey that includes losing weight and stuff, I will be the victorious one. Every victory counts in life and the lives of every individual possible. What's so great about being victorious is when he or she has accomplished something in life like giving back to the communities, helping the homeless, finding the cure for life0threating diseases, and/or stuff. Being victorious also means that we're becoming a bunch of self-proclaimed living legends. In all dreams and in the real world, we're all lucky to be alive and victorious. The greatest thing about being alive is when everybody's making wise decisions like dieting and exercising, staying away from a bunch of cold, heartless criminals, and so on. And at the end of the day, in God's eyes, we are all victorious. Victory is, and will always be ours.
This 1966 mustang that i own
It unique and thinks it has it own throne
Oh yes it drives
Thats until the engine dies
Was this car ever fast
To me it seems out classed
Since last year I've worked on this car
Everyone knows i haven't got that far
But i know it has potential
Even thought i just broke it rear end differential
It doesn't roar
And no its not like that greek god thoar
More or less its funny
I should call it a big lovable bunny
it's been almost one year since our members at there jobs were locked outside
but 32 BJ doesn't back down, we don't bend over and sure as hell don't hide
we stand strong in our convictions, we stand firm in our resolve
and our eyes are on the prize until we get this contract situation solved
so we say this to management, "we're not going away"
we are 32BJ and in your face we will stay
so let go of your selfish greed you need to simply see
we're more than just a union we are family
and as we stand here today in protest of the injustice that's been done
we are claiming the victory for the battle has been won
eventually manangement will comprehend and come to realize
we are 32 BJ and our eyes are on the prize
When it comes to doing the right thing by ratting on the enemies and/or whatnot, these
people have no regrets. When it comes to dating and writing poems of their own, there's no
turning back. And when it comes to getting into positive situations in life, there's no
way out. These type of things have been like that since day one, especially way before we
were born. For one, having no regrets mean he or she has done nothing wrong. The second
part is when he or she's planning on doing something out of the ordinary like going
sky-diving, snowboarding, or whatever, there's no turning back for them. And when it comes
to doing the right thing like giving back to the community, trying to prevent disasters
from happening day in and day out, there's no way out of those great situations. Seems as
though God has been watching all of us human beings for some time to come, even after the
Earth was created. The best thing about not making a lot of regrets in life is when he or
she's got a free spirit and a pure heart. Well, I guess good fortune will happen to the
ones who don't have selfish agendas or whatever. And if these people keep up doing the
right thing for their communities and stuff, there's no telling what positive thing might
happen next. And just like I said: "No Regrets, No Turning Back, and No Way Out."
Sometimes you seem to be the
I once knew and fell in love with,
And sometimes you just seem to
To be a perfectly stranger to me.
Which Causes me to wonder,
If I should be here or not,
Because it makes me wonder,
If this thing we have is really meant
In your heart and mind,
You never see what is wrong,
Cause you only see the green
Instead of the thickets and thorns,
Our relationship will never get any
If things don't change,
And we both work on clearing out
the painful parts,
Because it will keep us both cut up,
with hearts that are torn.
Sometimes I really wonder if you,
Want this to work out or not,
Cause you say one thing but,
Your heart isn't really in this,
Like it used to be,
And hasn't for a really long time,
Which brings me back to the
If this is meant to be?
Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
A skyline for a slag line.
A glowing melting rock.
An acid burning slag dump.
The miners on the clock!
The sunset meets the hill.
A seam of orange and fire.
Black smoke ascending from it.
The thickest form of mire.
A cauldron tipped and flowing.
A soup's heat puddle still.
The river red thin ribbons
and our love a slag dump spill.
melts my minds fatal noir landscape
while Kerouac beats call out from the abyss.
The last stand-up tragedian hoping to take his final bow,
is told about the all you can eat buffet
over at the King's Table, he makes a killing.
The soul coughed
and God punched out at 5
echoing in the abyss.
All that can be drank is drunk
all my beds have been made
and I am too tired to dig my own grave.
To the sad clown who was wandering
looking to make a killing
I told him to find an all you can eat buffet.
I use my own words to express my real feelings. I'd rather express myself by saying what I
have to say than keeping it to myself. Expressing myself by writing poems is like writing
song lyrics on paper. I'm expressing my real feelings to others so that I don't have to
hide them. I have a mind of my own; I am unlike others who don't have anything to say.
Not expressing feelings and not figuring out what to say can hurt one individual's
self-respect and dignity, especially when he or she is ignored constantly. I write poems
of my own because it's fun and it allows me to express myself freely. Everybody should
also express themselves freely and say what they need to say and never hold anything back.
Expressing myself is always a good thing as well and it gives me a positive advantage. I'd
rather say what's on my mind than just losing any opportunity possible. That's why all
people should bring out their thoughts and feelings, and say what's on their minds,
especially he or she has had enough of being blown off or whatever. And if I can express
myself without holding anything back, everybody should do the same thing. I guess I'm not
afraid to express myself after all.
Which balance best
Is like world gone mad
Destruction all over places
As illusion is the king of the
Trends of their motto
To rule our minds to live
Under a way design with
Out our knowledge
Either is it
for our benefit
Oh life is a choice
Check the balance
And make a choice
Of your life
Which balance best
Like a circle
Life Goes round like a
As the choice you make
Connect back to you
To how you connect to life
In life you either live a bless life
You live a false mysteries
From which darkness comes
leading you to a strange world
Out and far away from nature
What is the worth of life
To live with a hate
Where bitterness rules
A choice of no humanity
As pains is the product
Of it all like a reward
Check the balance
Oh life is a choice
Check the balance
And make a choice
Of your life
Which balance best
Nature is beautiful
For life is love
Here you live with a
And joy will always
Make your days better
Every new day
The fruit of love is
The choice to live
With love is more above
Religion and mere pulpit
In life you need
Peace, joy, care,
On and on
All comes from the choice
To live with love
check the balance
Oh life is a choice
Check the balance
And make a choice
Of your life
Which balance best
you have a choice to love
You have a choice to hate
Both are a choice to live
Now check the balance of
It both to life
Which balance best
Oh life is a choice
Check the balance
And make a choice
Of your life
This is the man that I am
No need for a detective because I have few mysteries
Whatever you don’t find its trapped somewhere inside my mind
I put my life into words for the whole world to read
I hope you enjoy what you see
A South Korean English teacher by night
An avid writer by day
A helpless romantic somewhere in between
The smile and joy from my students is priceless
Seeing someone enjoy my writings is pretty rewarding as well
I feel that everything in my life is finally going well
From my writings you may find that hard to tell
Sorry I don’t write more fantasies or fables
To convey happy emotions and attract more followers
You are getting my life through my eyes
I don’t have a sweet tooth so I don’t sugarcoat things
I write what I have seen and how it has effected me
My adventures and journeys have been vast
Come with me on this ride
Together we can both be pleasantly surprised
With what I will write
This is the the man that I am
Find more of my writings and poems at jorgesouthkorea.com
Of-gentle beginning-and tender song ... !
That we would gratify love
in its truest affection.
Stand stead fast-
uphold it yield to no other-duty ... !
To-have our-souls' so-identified-unified coexisting-
exclusively-mid-this ... .
To-live, would I die to give the measure of my-soul-
just-to-have this ... once ... !
So place me within, make
me the-essence of-the-art-
lay me down carry me off-
as I would be a child lost
amid the grandeur-
of its promise ... !
Allow this ink to consume us be the
genuine eminence, what we reach-for
through the humble virtue,
heart-of this quill ... !
So all may view soar higher,
and even higher still.
taken within deep-
far and away beyond-
the bitter part of this world,
into the true benignity,
flourishing and forever evolving,
amid themselves ... !
Yes help me
build me up,
come find me ... !
Trick me friend by slight
of hand bend me-
yes break me down
shatter me again,
and again truly I care-not ... !
Fill this paper in-its preparedness ...
innocence ... verity, hope ... with the
sweet passion elation of our souls ... !
Yes carry me before this-vision ... !
Restrain me-not ... .
Set our-soul-free ... !
Please ... ?
That we may gratify love-uphold it.
Yes yield-then ... only-beauty ... !
Written to the (Braveheart) theme By: Enya
The expression of this poem was written from within the greater depths, of my soul. It was a cry of my muse.
The passion beside which I stand and the hope through which I write. The joy we both carry for the other,
and peace and faith in each other, in which we abide.
Before this writing my muse had taken a vacation. So willing, I am open to suggestion.
~ Thank you for reading this piece of my work ... God bless you ... (The reason that there are Hyphens "so
many of them") is because I have a computer that speaks them with a faster and slower and higher and
lower pitch of voice, giving a certain kind of ebb-and-flow to the work with a softer more fervent and realistic
and consistent tone, when I use the hyphens and other punctuation in the certain places that I do, when in
telling it what to do. Allowing it to speak in even a moderate voice if I choose. It sounds very free flowing
when I hear it, and I can only hope that you will be able to here it in the same way. Thank you for reading
and God bless you ... ~
Clock Watching Agency Idiots
Numerous times I have joined a work placement agency to do a mind numbing brain dead moron work, been on the poverty line. Hard up, broke. Take your documents in, sign on the dotted line and you belong to us right now. Send me to a crap place with crap people for crap money for a crap agency. Staff UK sent me to Constellation Luggage in a run down Victorian cotton mill, £3.60 per hour. Sorting out suitcases busting your balls emptying cargo containers, stacked floor to ceiling, from Red China. Up to three separate places on as many days when I worked a week. If the idiots have not paid me the week later, where was I at? At Fashion Logistics sorting out clothes; you can’t even take a crap without the idiots interrogating you. Don’t like it there? Walk home down the motorway from Castleton to Oldham, be picked up by the Old Bill. Taxi!
To Rescource agency, to be placed at Bernstein plc, Middleton. Now shut. A real flat pack craphole! C’mon you idiots! First the bits flat into the boxes, have to beat the record! Xxx many thousands, beat the other line! You lad, who me? Yes, you! You haven't put the piece in flat, we had to stop the line. Frig you, I don’t give a frick, I’m only here coz they won’t give me my dole. I left another crap job - Park Cakes mental asylum. I eye up all the birds all day and listen to the radio, c’mon 4pm! Agency idiots at Rescource agency even charge me £3 a day for the privilege of going to their crap job. The boss is okay, short skirt and bare legs, I’d dance close to her. Late night drinks in Manchester for this Yorkshire bint. I waited one and half hours once to be picked up, at 5.30pm - guess who drove thru the gates to the small pond/nature reserve in her Pug206? Kerry to meet her fuck, didn’t give a hell about me. Then my lift came, idiot, no doubt as your lover ravished you, Bernstein plc style.
After that crap I went on the dole for nearly a year, 2001. My, it was a sweet time paid for doing frick all but my book “Juniper’s Daughter”. I did other agency work, same old shit but cash went up slightly. Real crapholes like Shiloh by Primetime Placement agency, Primetime hicks. The gelled up prick in a shirt who drove a new Golf said to me: “We have a cushy (crap) job, we can’t seem to fill it. Not sure why?”(You should try this, you idiot). I lasted two weeks, I wonder why? Packing nappies for Welsh pensioners! Guess what? I packed all the wrong ones on purpose, how funny is that? I worked with a professional Bangladeshi gang member who was going straight, after killing a man in a car crash, a psycotic metal head and a burned out 30-year-old ex-rocker. My boss was a cow, he told me off for swearing on my first morning, the idiot. Guess what I did? Went on the dole again and stayed there three long poverty stricken lazy years doing my poems in my mouldy council flat.
Did a bit more agency work with Esprit agency at DTS—that was okay. I loved working with the girls, some hot ones there! I used to dream about them when I got home.
Other agency work I did was crap in more ways than one, moving crap for Epping council at Cory Enviromental with New Wave agency, Aug and Sep06. Finished that, onto the dole again, not in smelly Oldham but in posh Essex! How I’ve moved up in the world. Was on it six months. What will I do next? More crap agency work? I’m registered with Blue Arrow, Triangle, Adecco and one I forget. Not got a single day’s work, what does that say? All crap! Run by southerners.
I won’t mention my temp to perm crap jobs that weren’t agency but here’s a taster – Littlewoods, Glyn Webb, Dunelm and Adomast come on down! I nearly forget, one agency put me down as a fork lift truck driver at a craphole hire and fire ’em place called Metool. Yet I was told I would be a van driver’s mate and then a lorry driver, not flt. What the frick’s going on? I walked out halfway thru my 3rd day. The dole is calling…all crap!
As the years pass, so do the shit agencies in-between free government cash. After I moved back north I was on the dole for three and a half years. I finally got a job back in the biggest craphole in Oldham - Park Cake Bakery! Run by two agencies, both crap: Gi Group and Alpha. Had an interview with Alpha. Idiot who ran it liked a certain team; I don't. No job. Then Gi Group and I was putting cherries on cakes again. For 11 months I did it before I did my grand walk out and left the dump.
After that I did some agency courses. Castleview were pleasant Gerordie lasses. Did the course. The promised job interview never turned up. A letdown. Twit! Number 2 agency course was ok. I had the interview but never got the job. Why? Screwing the system. Before I emigrated, I registered with Blue Arrow and did five weeks at Littlewoods, Shaw. Four weeks training to get up to speed, a weeks work including New Year's Day and then laid off! Nobbers! No more agency idiots messing me about doing muppet work.
I've emigrated out of craphole!
once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane
What is a poem?
A poem can be alot of things.
In a poem you can express your deepest,
A poem does not have to rhyme. A poem is a work of art straight from the heart and mind.
A poem can be fact or fiction.
Either way a poem is a true work of art!
Seasons change before our eyes every year. It's like time's moving faster than we thought.
Spring, summer, fall, and winter have been a part of God's work and the work of Mother
Nature since the day He created the Earth and the solar system. Spring time comes at the
beginning, and flowers are blooming, leaves are growing on trees, and the sun's out each
day after day after day. Summer's next after spring; everybody's going to have a good
time. We'll have hot weather and mild weather day and night, especially when it's 98.6
degrees outside. For the fall, temperatures starting to drop. The leaves are dead, there's
pumpkins to get for Halloween and Thanksgiving Day, and it's the time for people to be
drinking a lot of cider. And the last season of the year is winter. Ice flakes are falling
from the sky, the homes, buildings, and the streets are covered with snow, and schools and
businesses are closed. People are building a lot of snowmen, building ice sculptures, and
finding true love. And also, it's a good time for people to have been drinking some hot
cocoa and gather around the fireplace. Seasons change for a good reason. That's what makes
the world go around and around, even to this day. And if these seasons keep changing every
year after year after year, there's no telling what might happen next.
My wife and I have a dream
to open a hair salon as a team
Some people think it will fail
going to start small then go full-scale
With a shampoo,haircut and blowdry
all we can is do give it a try
It wont be easy, but it wont be hard
I will be making a flyer and a business card
We have set the plan in action
waiting until we see their reaction
With all this red tape, you want to scream
but we can't give up,this is our dream
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
In the Garden of Eden, Adam lived while life was wrought.
He knew God's work was taking place beyond that garden wall.
Together, he and Jehovah walked; everything was taught.
God brought first creatures formed on earth and gave Adam a call.
“Please help me. Name each one,” said God. That was before man's fall.
Adam, in the garden's light said, “Sure, there's so much time.”
I'll help you, Lord; I'll name them all, from over sized to small.
With this new work, his thoughts were full; and naming things was fine.
The eons passed, new creatures formed, all before man's fall.
One by one, he named them all as his light shone straight and tall.
At last our Earth was interlinked, all creatures and the man.
As soon as all that work was done, there was some time for fun.
But idle Adam all alone forgot God's greatest plan.
Although, God came, Adam was sad, creation all but done.
Jehovah did not hesitate. None found? Should He clone one?
God and Adam, best of friends, had both worked tirelessly?
But time had come to be a man; so God made Eve, woman.
We cannot tell how long those two lived romping, happily.
Or when God gave that first command to test immortal man.
But as we know, the story goes; they ate and then were banned.
There are some questions one must ask and answers to invite.
If, Eve perchance had skipped the fruit, then, where would we all be?
Would we be watching earnestly with hopes that Eve would bite?
We unborn spirits that God knew, all waiting patiently?
The winners of all heaven's war who won God's fight for right?
And why did Adam, knowing God, decide to join in sin?
Did he prefer a mortal life in place of lonely days?
And if he chose the other way, then, what would be our end?
Should he have spared another rib and sent Eve on her way?
Can we say, he loved her much. So, he choose to join sin's fray?
in the book of Luke there's a reference that's mentioned
a disclosure of the boy named Jesus and His future intentions
He had been chosen to wear the Jewish crown upon His head
and attend to His Father business, a destiny spirit-led
the teenage boy Jesus, the Adolescent Christ
understood at an early age He had a true mission in life
born to the carpenter Joseph and the Virgin Mary
born in the city of Nazareth in abject poverty
an immaculate conception, born out of wed-lock
many could not perceive of the gift His parents had got
one day Jesus and His parents travelled out of town
but on the road back home, Jesus could not be found
His parents became frantic, they could not understand
that He would be in the temple fulfilling God's master plan
the Adolescent Christ was just trying to comprehend
His true purpose for being on earth among mere men
He was seeking the knowledge that which He needed to know
from whence He had came and where He was destined to go
He was appointed with a chosen destiny
and had a desire to know why He was given this activity
don't go about allowing society to put labels on you
don't allow anyone to tell you what you can not do
seek out your lineage and about your ancestors learn
then apply that knowledge to everything in life you need to discern
for you have been chosen just like the Adolescent Jesus Christ
remember God had a purpose for giving you life
as youths yourselves, you are in a precarious situation
not quite adults but needing your own sense of validation
walking a fine line between the young and the old
trying to be respectful with a desire to be bold
the Adolescent Christ, Jesus the boy king
determined to discover what His appointment did mean
and just like the teenagers of society today
searching, hoping and seeking to find their own way
with a craving to look beyond their own expectations
wanting to exceed their ancestors accumulations
just let the Lord God strengthen you and let Him be your guide
and like His son Jesus Christ, let the Holy Spirit in you reside
trust in Him, believe in Him and may your conduct be above board
discover your heritage and your destiny while doing the work of the Lord
Every violation of Godly law
Violence attending resistance
Others have failed
Let us succeed
Tyranical rule must be defeated
Father Byrd crossed those worn and weathered mounts
into the wild untamed unclaimed Mississippi River valley, settled down
and farmed land in a place that came to be called West Tennessee
sent grandsons off to Franklin to die for the Confederacy, sat and wept
and said not a word until he died of a broken heart, let his sons and
their grandsons and their sons and their sons farm his acres
‘til TVA took half of it, and the mechanized farmers across the Mississippi made
the rest useless, and the next generation went off to college and got Yankee
his last son sat dying of Alzheimer’s in a Lay-Z-Boy in front of a TV screen, and
his brother drove the last stake of barbed wire fencing into the ground,
rolled over and died of a heart attack in the timeless pasture.
He was eighty-six. I’m seventeen and here I sit
using my hands not for plowing, not for splitting logs,
not for shooting deer, not for fencing,
but for writing the history of those who came before
and made this life possible.
A cosmic clash of epic force
Split Tiamet like brittle thread
Nibiru hugged its distant course
Propelling moons to gnaw and shred
Kingu marveled at what was formed
Asteroids shed from that vast orb
The watery giant was transformed
Leveling as third to absorb
Many long elliptic passes
Tugged Nibiru over ages
Until those once noble gasses
Failed to impede starlight rages
Over this time the shard revolved
Taking shape as the oceans churned
The sun ensured the rock evolved
Microbes cracked until life returned
Expelled from the Nibiru throne
Alalu jumped to explore Earth
While he ventured the slice alone
He found metal of precious worth
At last the solution was found
To save them from the harsh daylight
Fragments of gold if spread around
Would shelter Nibiru’s grave plight
The new king Anu sent his son
To work his wisdom to flourish
Igigi ships loped as they spun
While miners jabbed deep to nourish
The Anunnaki soon rebelled
Their fate of hellish work and toil
A plan was hatched to force them quelled
New primitives should pull the coil
Enki tripped the genetic gun
Splicing the double helix code
Our ancient line had just begun
Demanding that we haul their load
At last the life goddesses tired
Of the chore of birthing the clones
Genetic changes were required
To allow our own labor moans
The Igigi succumbed to lust
Swooping down to mate with the slaves
Enlil pondered their breach of trust
This threat shall be deluged by waves
Graciously Enki warned one man
To gather the seeds of all life
Nibiru yanked our fragile span
Tossing the seas with driving strife
Once the flood waters receded
Kingship descended from the stars
Eager gods learned we were needed
Sinai rebuilt upon the scars
Marduk groaned with greedy power
Seeking to build a rival port
Enlil grasped this Babel tower
Condemning them in holy court
The gate of god was crushed outright
Striking our enlightenment down
Forcing Marduk to flee from sight
Till he seized his Egyptian crown
Sinai hungered the jealous god
With hopes to steal the path to space
So they launched a fatal petard
Baalbek wiped out without a trace
At last the minions awaken
To crush the repression they face
Amen-Ra remains unshaken
Even by our haste to erase
What is oil field trash is the question most people ask.
They’re a different breed of people, who take on dangerous tasks.
Very few old roughnecks still have all their fingers or their toes.
It’s not uncommon for a broken bone or banged up nose.
I started young I worked real hard.
This old worn out body is my final reward.
Money was great to say the least.
We could dine like kings at a noble feast.
You had to have lived it, worked the patch.
And hear that old driller holler, boy you better make em latch.
There was a brotherhood between the crews.
The more experienced hands reaped the better dues.
The newest hand they call the worm.
Some of their lingo, just an oil field term.
Once you become a certified member to this exclusive club.
Everybody will know you at the local pub.
Those old drilling rigs come in all sizes and shapes.
Once you get it in your blood, there is just no escape.
I don’t know if it’s an adrenaline rush that gets you all fired up.
But it got me hooked when I was just a pup.
Right now all that is left or just memories and this hidden thought.
Of a life gone by, and the lessons it taught.
I’m proud to have been one of the oil fields many elite.
And I think being oil field trash is just pretty unique.
From the ground to the crown, from the rake to the brake.
Getting old is possibly my worst mistake.
About the year '72
I mean nineteen hundred and '72
It's a year we'll not forget
The snow began October 1st
Day after day there was more and to make it worse
The winds were fierce, The snow did move
Covering up any and everything in it way
Billy would plow us out
As I'd take the kids to school,
Wait for me and plow me back in was the rule.
He'd then be free to begin his feeding chores
He had a cleat tractor, (I called it a cat)
Which he used to dig out the hay stacks and feed with
He’d cable the stack onto the hay sled
And head for the pastures where the cattle were fed
He’d put it in low gear and climb aboard the stack of hay
And pitch it to the eager critters along the way
Pasture after pasture, herd after herd
Until a stack and a half had been fed.
He’d park the rig.
In his pickup were the tools to break the ice in the tanks
Usually an axe and the pitch fork it’d take
He’d chop up the ice and pitch it out of the tank
Giving the cattle fresh water to drink
Twice and sometime three a day
To make sure the water would help wash down the hay
This accomplished he’s scatter mineral cubes
To ensure the health of his herd.
Then and only then would he come into dinner
And a chance to get warm before he went out again
The remainder of the day was spent
Digging out hay for the next days feed.
Which usually had to be dug out again the next morn.
Chopping more ice to clear the water supply.
When time came to get the kids he’d drop all
And plow me out and plow us back in
When we were home safe he’d be off to the shop
To work on equipment that was in need of repair
To be ready to go to work the next day
I do not know?
As they tend to do on ghoulish nights
the souls are screaming an endless cite
together the sound will end the fight
as the souless warriors all unite
they wonder in ever aimless march
they walk together in rounded arch
they cease as sounds of stringless harps
play deadly tones of rising starch
for todays the day that satans born
as hell is opened in endless scorn
the gate of death in ever form
the doorways open souls are torn
heaven hears the banshees fall
the angels of life begin the call
as wings of mighty resting tall
the flight begins for the endless war
the shining beams of white will show
the proud of savior carry them low
as swooping of good will begin the blow
the war of ages will now bestow
father time has just been slain
the devils work to heed the pain
the angels try but cant regain
as time stands still the war remains
planets fall unto the sun
the gods work now see satan run
as rocks will fall from heavens gun
the star of light now dark wings won
clouds they part the flight of life
swoops down below in endless flight
as souls are stolen from the night
no sun to see whos wrong whos right
the ageless war still in the now
no angels of light for you to bow
but all remains unto the brow
of life on earth is forever in prowl
for you and i are in this fight
who side do you declare to right
for you and i have no more tears
for the fight will last a many years
the wings have fallen to the ground
the horns have risen up but not found
they somehow met in ghastly earth
guess what you and i are one from birth
cops, narcs, the fuzz
they are called by a variety of names
fearless brave men and women
players in life's violent game
they put themselves in the line of fire
each and every day
trying to bring safety and peace
to our lives in anyway
policemen and women
standing on the front line
protectors of the innocent
in the battle against crime
thank God for them
pray for them and their families too
the officers on the street
who wear the proud uniform of blue
did you ever wonder
about the journeys of Paul?
the thousands of miles he travelled,
It was a major haul
at a time when there were
no jets, helicopters or airplanes
no means to travel
by cars, motorcycles or even on trains
but Paul was a true servant ,
so on and on he did go
doing the Lord's work
which upon him were bestowed
he was trying to disseminate
hoping to eliminate
the opposition and dissent ion
on his Gospel mission
he confronted many dangers
encountered new towns and strangers
sleeping in mangers and stable
no luxury to even eat at a table
walking for miles on end
never knowing when
how long his trek would continue
as he traversed from venue to venue
do you think that you could survive
what Paul had endured?
carrying out the works that
the Lord God had foresaw
to do what Paul had did
and live to tell the tale
not many of us today
could have accomplished it as well
anybody with any sense is just trying to get out
a building is on fire and the smoke is pouring out
but the ones they call the bravest are simply rushing in
to save the life of anyone who is still trapped within
firemen to them it's not just a nine to five
unselfish and dedicated men and women who put their lives on the line
it seems crazy to me that they willingly put themselves in harm's way
firemen a bunch of nuts, but i thank God for them every day