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Details | I do not know? | |

Skin Deep

     I love you just the way you are
(after they buff that awful scar)
and laser the tattoos over your heart
I'm sure we're destined never to part
     Remember to tuck up that cute
double chin
     and put those buttocks back where
they'd been
     Do ask about Lypo and
wax that moustache
and while you are at it get those teeth
that flash
     A beautiful smile in no time they say
it Looks great and it seems such a small
price to pay
     For love such as ours that
withstands any crisis
     so while you are there just look
into the prices
     of permanent lashes and
green contacts honey
     and buy some new clothes
for it's well worth the money
a wig or a dye job will top
off the look
     and get those new nails that
we saw in that book
     I love you for you
but it's so plain to see
There's really a much better you
you can be
     So call me next year
after all transformations
(I'm sure you'll exceed all of
my expectations)
     Just fax me a photo
I'll show it with pride
But remember I love you
for the you that's inside!


Details | Etheree | |

Cash Gone in Tax

Cash
Slashed by
Uncle Sam
Hard earned wages
Burned as income tax
Cash gone like blowing wind
Tax is not like sweet vermouth
This is just like pulling hen’s tooth
Tax going up, paycheck going down
Tax man leave us alone—we need a break!

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~

Won Honorable Mention
Etheree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietirch
June 20, 2010

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Details | Free verse | |

103

Temperature's hovering at 103
Very much too hot for me,
A/C busted, that's
plain to see...
Tenant's squawking
What can I do, let's see....

Stuck in the middle,
The owners just piddle
All I need is a sad fiddle
To accompany my misery

I didn't break it, this I swear,
And should some say so
They'd better take care,
I have my Panzer grenadieres
On full alert,
And it won't be waterguns
That they will squirt

So get a fan, take a cold bath,
Sleep on your patio,
Don't incur my wrath
Take a chill pill.....
Take two or three,
We'll get it fixed,
This I will see...

Not fun being the manager
Responsibility for everything,
Authority to do nothing,
Frustrations build quick,
Can make one quite sick

But, this too shall pass,
Another challenge will
take it's place
Cause this just is an
endless race.


Details | Rhyme | |

pride

there across the wind
rides my silly pride

at times a sturdy arrow
at times a butterfly

how often i chose to follow
the path of the sturdy arrow
its landing was hard to find

however, when i chose to try
the path of the butterfly
never, was i too far behind


Details | Rhyme | |

Arrogance

What open display of arrogance!
Only fools would dare to chance
Do we know what tomorrow brings, 
Just around and beyond the bend?
This desperation blinds you so,
And your mind in need of a mend
Such wasted time spent scavenging  
The personal lives of others
Diligently searching for rotten fodder! 

So much joy and pleasure you've found,
In this insatiable hunger for hate
Too far advanced that it'll not dissipate!
Self destruction, the path you are on,
Always conveyed by a toxic attraction
Darkness, misery your proud domain
But a house of dead fruit.. my disdain
Like children, playing games at being wise
You will learn, life tames and cuts to size!

So, show your "beautiful" colors,
Your elegant garb for the world to see
By day or night, light pierces the dark, 
Truth is alive and forever will be!
A life of delusion is not worth a dime 
The trail you leave is indicative by slime 
Never far behind, there it goes!  Watch it spew!
The name tag you wear plainly for all to view 


Note:  For Catie Lindsey's "Outrageous Rhyme" Contest
          


Details | Rhyme | |

Taxing Benefits

I met a Sheriff the other day.
Just teasing, I happened to say.
I am stopping by to pay my taxes.
Giving you my money before axes,

He said to me, “I get none of that money“.
I looked up in surprise, and thought, how funny.
He and many others forget our taxes pay salaries.
They work for us and their duties are in galleries.

Without working people to pay taxes, they would not be.
They forget these things after office acquired you see.
They pump us up upon the Election Day’s arrival.
Reinstatement in public office is part of survival.

We the people pay for their cars, meals, homes, indeed.
Our money than dispatched into the funds that do seed,
Without the people paying taxes, their jobs would recede.
We the people elect and pay wages, so justice will proceed.

However, many law officials take rules made for all.
Bending them to fit their need, in name of the law,
I have the utmost respect for officers on patrol.
They need to be cautious, to keep crime under control.

However, to break any law, for no reason at all, indeed.
Makes justice suffer, two wrongs make a misdeed,
Their pledge, for no reason at all to break their creed,
Serve and protect, without wrongdoing, as agreed.

An oath, I know they all take and so easily forget after.
Some upon that tomorrow, just ease back in laughter.


Details | Ballad | |

What are your Words of Poetry meant for Oh Sage

I.
The wrothful man has regotiated his saliency,
The humble man has neglected his post of "Your Excellency",
Let the pirate look through my one eye of transpareency,
Hope my superman sings along to those dracula's frequencies,
These are not Bulls written in pure fantasy,
Our fleur-de-lis and its very ecstacy,
Not meant for agilely minded Perverts,
Spliffs meant for Godly minds,exhalling Wisdom and Truth.. Selah

II.
Reading to the salient ears of age,
Your teeth gleaning this vast ears of corn,
Seeing men's rage shorten their years,
Or what your ladies who smiled at my no-beard-style have become,
Easy skanking is what my ears hear,
A tip of God given talents,
Many a quail showering my Sweet Heart with "Works so excellent",
God breathes his creative spirit to minds We call "Salient", Selah


Details | I do not know? | |

the prostitute

she works the streets for money,
through the night and through the day,
and helps out all the fellas,
who have money they can pay.

while dressed in lace and satin,
and a hip length mini skirt,
she really doesnt hide much,
in that see through gaping shirt.

when you've bought her service,
and she takes you by the hand,
you'll know that you are headed,
for that dream in promised land.

she'll show you things quite different,
and caress you nicely too,
but dont ever fall in love,
cause when times up so are you.

then she'll have herself a shower,
and get ready once again,
to stand back on the corner,
where her business has no end.

dont ever try to change them,
cause they really are astute,
you maybe never able,
to change a prostitute.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dream On

  Believe in no obstacles and limitations.
  A sweet song can heal, cure and delivery a massive storm out of your life.
   Shake off depressions, rejections, discouragement, sorrows and tragedies.
   Dream on, dream on, dream on, dream on and dream on!
   Doubters are foolish to underestimate your power of greatness.


Details | Rhyme | |

Chickening Out

Morning coffee, read the paper, brush your teeth and make the bed
Start the car up, drive to work with endless chatter in your head.
Rhythm’s just a decoy, really, structure faked for social poise
Must pretend, must feign an interest. Wouldn’t want to lose the toys.

Just ignore the yearning, silly, only fools have dreams these days.
Shoulder to the grindstone, Buster, don’t you know what really pays?
Over obligate yourself then hurry to the next event.
Don’t take time for introspection, musings never paid the rent. 

Reinforcing concrete walls with rebar to protect from storms.
Cyclones of emotion dashed to bits before reaction forms.
Hold her steady, make the grade, ignore distractions, toe the line
Numbness is a good sign, keep it up and soon you’ll be just fine. 

Can’t afford admission to tonight’s seductive shadow play.
Vulnerability and nakedness too high a price to pay.
Courage is for sissies, only children should be reckoned tears.
Safest bet’s to keep pretending that you’ve conquered all your fears.


Details | Rhyme | |

You Were The Best Mother,




Details | Narrative | |

The People Around Me

Things seems to be very clear,
When actually felt it is unclear,
What really seems to be clear,
May never ever be clear for ever.

Your help for others,
May be to be appreciated,
Or taken as what is called,
to be uncounted.

My question is clear,
Why the help for others,
Is sometime never appreciated,
However it is always delivered. 

In response to ethics,
lingers in my mind the answer,
To help others is not to be recognised, 
But it is to be called someone, 
Who can be respected.

To all, continue to help,
Not to to be appreciated by others,
But to be respected by yourself.


Details | Epic | |

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


Details | Acrostic | |

Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


Details | Acrostic | |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Don't Care

I Don't Care...


I don't care,
if you're battered black and blue,

I don't care,
just as long as I can drink and screw.



I don't care,
if you've lost your damn job,

I don't care,
you're just a kernel off the cob.



I don't care,
when I see you begging in the street,

I don't care,
I get to suckle on capitalism's raw teat.



I don't care,
about the elderly, the poor, or the weak,

I don't care,
if the earth will be inherited by the meek.



I don't care,
if the climate is warming, I'm so much cooler,

I don't care,
in my penthouse I'm the boss, the only ruler.



I don't care,
for those rolling for scraps in the muck,

I don't care,

I really don't care, cos' I don't give a f**k



inspired by Bob Geldof's "The Great Song of Indifference"


Details | Free verse | |

Life in Cubicle

The Noose is tightening.
The 5’s and 10’s yanked from our hands and aching backs 
Are spent on band-aids:
A last stand effort to plug the holes in our hearts
When the price of drowning is only getting higher
So we turn to tiny acts of thievery
Taxes prettied up, cashiers uncorrected,
Stealing at the edges because we’re backed into corners, 
Corners
Glittering with promises corners
Dripping with possibility,
With Island resort wallpaper
Sold in bulk at Wal-Mart for
Profit: A trail of crumbs called America-
Which has curdled our souls and we love it!
And hate it and gossip about it and think obsessively about it and then
We find the most expensive friends our looks can afford,
Shopping for substance (50% off)
Staring through the eye of a screen 
Light speed in pursuit of heaven on earth (Ignore the plastic)-
Until pop!
We die of ADHD. 
Never having had the chance to smell the genetically modified roses.
Never having had the chance to see through this kingdom of ideas
As we served out our sentence to life in cubicle.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/24/2013


Details | Couplet | |

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


Details | Narrative | |

The Hat - Part 1

Travelling on the road for business gets old fast.  The inside of one hotel room starts to look the same as another in any town you name.  When you travel by yourself it becomes even more mundane.  Customers, clients and/or prospects all have their own after-work lives waiting for them and seldom include you in their plans.  So, as you depart at the end of the business day you are on your own, in a strange town.

You do get used to exploring cities, towns and suburbs on your own.  You figure out how to avoid always eating in the hotel restaurant and you master the art of dining alone.  For men like Josh, that usually meant eating at the restaurant bar.  Even though he seldom ordered a beer, wine or other alcoholic beverages, the bartenders were always a willing party to chat with and enjoy some semblance of human interaction.

On this particular occasion, the trip was even more difficult than usual because Josh was having trouble at home with his wife.  Whereas, some may think it a blessing to remove yourself from the situation, it just made Josh feel even more lonely not being able to talk to her to try to work things out.  So, after putting on his happy and buoyant work-face all day to keep the customer satisfied, Josh donned his fedora and walked out the front doors of the high-rise office complex onto the crowded and lonely city streets.

The fedora was a relatively new addition to Josh’s wardrobe.  Not many men wear fedoras any more.  Josh’s wife thought he would look good in the hat and surprised him with it as a Christmas present six months ago.  Josh was still getting used to wearing the hat, but received many compliments on his appearance while wearing it.

Without even bothering going back to his hotel room, Josh slowly strolled around the city streets lost in thought about the situation with his wife and wondering how they might resolve the loss of passion, the loss of caring and the loss of love in their relationship.  Finally, he stepped inside the doors of an enticing pub to get himself some dinner.

The bar in this particular establishment had plenty of stools available to pick from.  Josh sat down on one and placed his fedora on the empty stool next to him.  On this evening, Josh started off by ordering a beer.


Details | Rhyme | |

Somber Tones

Staple diets tainted gray still pesticides they spray gallops horse of dapple grey fourth beast say, ”hell’s to pay” as life bubbles into shape for human illusion’s sake two thousand twelve’s wake Love in life is not a fake Somber tones may meander worldly concepts detest a new face many old faces doth not erase Love’s face, by perdition’s race


Details | Rhyme | |

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


Details | Alliteration | |

Banana Boat Bob

<                        Banana ~ boat ~ Bob ~ is ~ a ~ slippery..... Boob
                          Thought ~ that ~  this ~ town ~ lost ~ it's .... groove
                          No ~ spice  ~  no ~  life ~ no  .... nothing
                          Little ~ lost ~ boy ~ now ~ looks ~ for ~ his ~ Lucy's ....  ring


                          When ~ where ~ what ~ or ~ even ......  why
                          I'll ~ inquire ~ insist ~ innovate ~ or ~ even  ..... lie
                          His ~ history ~ of ~ having ~ such ~ big ....... hamstrings
                          Maybe ~ even ~ mighty ~ magical ~ musical ~ fruits ~ and .... greens



                         Or ~ having ~ big ~ over-sized ~ onions ~ olives  ~ and ..... Kiwi
                         screw ~ this ~ he's ~ scum  ~ skewered ~ tossed ~ back ~ to ... sea
                         Poor ~ precious ~ pretty ~  Lucy ~  got .......    pranked
                         Cause ~ curious ~ Bob ~ couldn't ~ control ~ love ~ so ~ he ....  sank

              

                        All ~ alone ~ and ~ now ~ very .... angry
                        Drowing ~ deep ~ in ~ own ~ do-do  ~ droppings .... whopie 
                        Luscious ~ Lucy ~ now ~ can ~ look ~ long ~ and ...... hard
                        For ~ another ~ fast ~ floating ~ free ~ salemens ~ not ~ selling.... lard



Entry For
Linda Marie's
Luscious Love Lingers Contest
G.L. All


Details | Ghazal | |

if your smart enough to read this

die you evil monkeys!   if you are smart enough to read this that means you should be smart enough to comment.  if you dont comment then you are an offense to the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Details | Free verse | |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



Details | Couplet | |

A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                             
                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate



Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All
                                     

                                     
                                            
                             


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Light Poetry | |

Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.


Details | Free verse | |

A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Limerick | |

Lemmings never pay the phone company

"Tree huggers” use AT&T
The human cost catastrophe
On the horizon
Like text from Verizon
Is sent with the speed of 4G
 
Pollution's still booked at no 
cost
And Earth’s expenses neatly tossed
Off the balance sheet
With a "Sprint" so complete
The effects on nature seem lost 

Yes EPA rules do offend
Those who crave Earth’s wealth without end
They claim to hate debt
But have seen nothing yet
Like phone bills "T-Mobile" might send! 


Author's note:  It seems ironic and strange that debt haters (like tea party supporters, for 
example) and those who are pushing more reliance on fossil fuel and less "subsidy" for 
renewables (Romney/Ryan for example) support the continuation of policies and 
practices that will damage the environment and that will hurt future generations.  They are 
pushing growth and not pushing conservation.  I would have more respect for them if 
they talked about the costs as well as the benefits of their plans.  I wonder if it might just 
be a scam to reward large corporations for the short term and stick it to the rest of us for 
generations.  That would be nothing new.


Details | Triolet | |

Pleasures by the Seashore

Pleasures await you by the seashore,
And in the coming months
Invest in your family; today and tomorrow,
Pleasures await you by the seashore.
Your first choice will be the wisest to follow;
Do not put all your stocks in the market.
Pleasures await you by the seashore
And in the coming months...


(1 Year Anniversary Dinner at Sydney's Buffet)


Details | Pantoum | |

Hey I Want To Play Too

<                                     office assistant she plays the role
                                       phones radio computer her job
                                       city county state as her clients
                                       trees animals traffic she responds
                                       phones radio computer her job
                                       spills decomposed flesh she acknowledges
                                       trees animals traffic she responds
                                       foremen walk in's to her no matter
                                       phones radio computer her job
                                       city county state as her clients
                                       spills decomposed flesh she acknowledges
                                       office assistant she plays the role
                                       
   


Entry For
Frank Herrera's
Sounds And Smells Contest
G.L. All


Details | Couplet | |

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


Details | Limerick | |

Let's Get Ready For Some Football

<                                   let's get ready for some football .....    Ya !
                                     Eagles   verses    da   .....   Bears   Well ... then  Hey !       
                                     Here's kickoff ~ by     da .......    Bears
                                     Ohhhhhhhh !  fell  off ....  T  .....    Unfair
                                     Second  ..... blocked  .....  Eagles    7 - Nay !


                                                                      
                                     
                                     
                                    

                                    
Entry For 
Linda Marie's 
Let's Limerick Contest
G.L. All    



Tribute To Football


Details | Free verse | |

Where The Next Dollar Will Come From

I'm worried where the next dollar will come from.
Will she ever arrive?
Will she ever show up?
But why am I worrying?
Stop it!
It's all in God's Great Hands!
It's all under God's control!
It's all within His plans!
It's all His
And He will provide
Because He is our Father!
He loves us!
It's all His!
Trust Him!
I know it's difficult;
He will not lead you wrong.
He knows where you need to go.
He knows what you need to endure.
It's all His plan.
It's all in His Hands!
Lay down your life;
Give the control.
He is in control!
Thank You Father!
Trust Him!
It will all be okay!
Trust Him!
Thank You God!
Thank You Jesus!
Thank You Holy Spirit!
I love You always!
I trust You always!
I trust You!
I trust You!
Yes, yes I do!
I trust You!
I love You!
Amen!


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by the river

By The River.
At the estuary of the Amazons the water is muddy and shallow and 
there are no undercover bosses, pretending to be one of the people 
who live in houses on stilts on the small islands where the river 
meets the sea, blends and loses its power; for those who have sailed 
the oceans no river is big. On the delta, of the great river, live people 
who get their income from fishing they are poor yet free from prying
bosses those who buy the river and the sea for exploitation and make 
people into low paid worker; destitution without pride.  

Every group of houses on the islands have a shop that sells sweets,
cigarettes and Coca Cola, the fisherman smokes, children drink cola, 
America´s cultural export reaches every corner of our cerulean orb,
Camel is a brand not an animal, Winston is a night riding cowboy.
 This means nothing for the people here, who try to catch the Boto, 
(pink river dolphin) which is rich in protein and tastes good.   


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


Details | Concrete | |

Observer

A serpent underneath blue sky,
in shade of man, in twinkle of an eye,
above brick wall, in the structure, at the floor,
venom of white dove; contaminated food, undrinkable water,
misguided youth, pregnant daughter, unfaithful father and hateful son,
mothers do pray while we walk through Babylon;
on teli and in the press, on top shells,
price none the less, in bedroom and at your door..
dawn of a new day seemed to be dark,
after all.


Details | Pantoum | |

The Cent

There isn’t much value to the cent today. It is still one-hundredth of a dollar. Inflation has eroded its value away. It is enough to make me cry and holler. It is still one-hundredth of a dollar. One won’t put anything in your shopping cart. It is enough to make me cry and holler. It has been mistaken for its British counterpart. One won’t put anything in your shopping cart. It takes a whole bunch to buy anything. It has been mistaken for its British counterpart. It is easy to feel inflation’s sting. It takes a whole bunch to buy anything. There isn’t much value to the cent today. It is easy to feel inflation’s sting. Inflation has eroded its value away.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The Mother Of All Planets

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                                           the             universe                    has
                                         physical                                      matter
                                        concentric           sphers                      with
                                       many         planets                                 stars
                                       and                   galaxies                             for
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                                      text    ual               v     i      e                         w
                                      to             see                   big                      bang
                                      but                    t  o                   me            o u   r
                                      mother                                    e a r t                 h
                                      c     o      u     n    t   s      the      m    o      s        t

                                       f      o            r          i      t '    s           w h  a    t

                                        m                   a                   n                        y  
                                                    
                                         d            o                     c       a       l           l

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                                                     o                    
                                                                         m
                                                    
Though this is a shape poem
it is written in diminished hexaverse lol


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The Blue Knight { Pantoum }

<                                the city he calls his home the beat
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  badge gun club cuffs and his new partner
                                  murder's rapes invasion calls to him
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  alley's streets underground he searches
                                  murder's rapes invasion calls to him
                                  doctors lawyers fast food he's ready
                                  waiting for his next dispatched calling
                                  badge gun club cuffs and his new partner
                                  alley's streets underground he searches
                                  the city he calls his home the beat




Tribute To 
Police Officers 



Entry For
Jarred Pickett's
Pantoum Contest
G.L. All
                                  


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Nothing More Or Less

Millions of lives and souls untold
And to account it all
Words, lines, films
Imagination trims
A sliver of soft, scarlet ribbon
Hollywood rounds
Quills deliver
Writers flare with passion so strong
Filling minds with fantasies, reveries, histories
Tragedies
We consume it all like freshly baked bread
We feed until we are engorged and fed
A viral, universal mess
Ideas and unmade memories
Nothing more or less

My eyes remain glued to the screen
Living it all out
Tears dare to flow—to doubt
I should have thought of that
Can I truly let myself believe,
Someone else lived that!
Pound away your directors, script-writers, fighters
For miles and miles of stories remain unread
While the unknown remain in the grounds of humble malnourishment
Dead
Careers for the mind with a twist of the fable
Left us savage for the meal and the crumbs under the table
I can never let the raw truth rest
Naked, bare and empty—soothed
Nothing more or less

I cringed for originality 
Observed the world through the unedited scripts
The very act, the poetry pact
The wild animal drooling in the back
I was slapped in the face by my boss who had cracked
As the reviews bloated less and less
They wanted something awful, something flaw-ful—something new
And this empty brain in agony—HISSED 
I have lived in no epic battle of account
Of the collateral sufferings of my brothers
The stories the red carpet smothers
And still I ache to create
Before the other ones discover
I returned with ‘‘oh me’s’ and ‘oh my’s’’
With a work of pure genius—a storybook of lies
Nothing more or less

Little have I lacked to dream
Of contortioned pulls and dramatic fire
Stories that rarely brittle or tire
I fiddled with precious glass on edge
Foully eager for self-damage
As if it would trigger some legitimate spark 
Searching for creatures and features in the dark
No one unlocked the passage that night
For the starving idea-parched malice of right
But all welcomed with open arms
A pale mannequin filled with jewels and charms
Consuming, fuming dooming
All ghosts hoping, screaming, looming
Hoping that one day they would find themselves on the big screen
Their legacy real as it can possibly get
Nothing more or less


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wasted my time

No curse words allowed
are you confused, lost, ignorant
you are no artist, you have shunned art
and its true purpose
what is art? but an expression
the low and vile are the most potent
Did you forget, Emerson The Poet
He would call you "selfish and sensual"
"an umpire of taste"
"proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty"
in a world of suffering, of loss
Art isnt happy, and flowers in the park
you, in your confusion, hide in the dark
hide any truths of pain and suffering
and by doing so you have lost your soul
You are only half a person
art is an expression of life and its hidden
what is in a word? something to hide from?
something to fear? to censor? to fight?
are you that ashamed of language?
honesty? expressions of shame?
You are no poet, no artist
you are no immortal, 
of course you are so cowardly and weak
you will hide from me, censor me,
avoid the truth, lie to the world
if you cant stomach a curse word
then you cant handle me 
any immortal would crush you
and leave you wounded
truly contemplating your life
breaking you open, forcing you alive
then, maybe then, you will have an emotion,
worthy of expression into art. 
but dont get mad at me, angry or hurt
You may just use a curse word


Details | Limerick | |

Miss Priss

<                           once there was a boss we called miss priss
                             like to give orders with snap of wrist
                             file fax make coffee
                             phones radio golly
                             when not looking I blow her big hiss


Details | Haiku | |

The rancher


morning frost twinkles
      while rancher sips coffee and
              whiffs new arrivals


Details | Free verse | |

Food, Sex, and Money

Come back to reality
the fuel line, source, and parking head
you cannot embellish 
what has energized for millennium
Don't water down what must be devoured
Zeal in its proper input/ output
True depth of cave man passion


Details | Lyric | |

Abjectly Blind Even With The Perfect Sight

Hurrying and rushing even at eight, usually just to avoid been late. been doing this for a while and I am so accurate, the day I relent, my Boss Anger I activate, the beauty of Nature and sight seeing, no room to accommodate, so focused on my Job and nothing to motivate, through the Trolley Bus I get to the Office straight, none present yet, not even a mate. I'll sit alone for some minutes as I wait, and this I terribly hate, I do not even know for how long I can tolerate. Then one day, I deviated from my usual line. In the Bus, taking my time and making it mine, not giving a damn even if I reached at nine, watching the passers-by smile so fine, up the sky the Birds happily dine, moving in groups like flying swine. Just observing the 3 in 1 street lights was a sign that my Job intoxicated me like wine and all this while with a perfect sight, I've been blind. The Unique Victoria Bar, I've never seen. The "Dark-Ages" band, performing so obscene, showing their 'half-naked' dancing body is what I mean, and the Statue close to the Adidas Shop looks so lean. Aha! The writing on the building is just a signature and the photo on it gave a nice gesture, initially, it puzzled me like a difficult literature, but now the advert seems to be a blend of perfect mixture, as it reads "Gym with us and better your posture" Just understanding the popular Joke about the Pear, It is two round Toys I noticed and a bottom they share. Looking like one big Apple green and clear. Also enjoying the glaring Banks with the colors they wear, not observing all these is worse than to err, and making me feel Nature was never near, this is a burden I am about to bear. How on Earth can I explain this? It's so hurtful not experiencing such a bliss, crying intensely like my niece, is not enough justification for a 5 year-miss.


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Numbers Count On Themselves

          Numbers Count On Themselves

3’s make love in the open 
Twist with trees that turn from Winter
Count on music to reveal Spring
Several 7’s take lessons on how to Jitterbug
They disco with 6’s by the river to keep in step 
Zero’s boat house is open for business
Even ants look for action
Reason to leave the house
 4’s step in with them 
For the common good
For hours at a time, for whiskey and a song
The audience breaks into applause
8’s broke into fractions on the floor (Which is against the law)
7’s did illegal sambas (Knowing it was wrong)
Cops stepped in to stop this numbers game
Questionable digits and their issues are cause for inquisitions
Zero, the owner of the boat house business
Had no power in this matter
 8’s and 7’s, embarrassed, reduced by more demotion
Showed no emotion as they left the show
Taken off to jail for infractions of the fraction code
There is nothing wrong with any number
They all wish to rise above themselves
To make a better future for their children
Who start out like 1’s like everyone else
Zero never had a business plan or house
When he started out
We all began as little 1’s without a clue 
Counting on ourselves to get us through 
I guess you could say that is a plus 
The calculus of us


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Let's Have A Party

<                                       wedding's party together
                                         leave space missing attendents
                                         brides grooms best man maids honor
                                         forget not thy rings

                                                                                  
                                         
                                         petals strewn on red carpet 
                                         notable winks for moms dads
                                         confetti strewn high in air
                                         board open carriage



Entry For 
Dr's Ram Mehta's 
Wedding Rehearsal
Dodoitsu Contest  
GL All


Written by Katherine Stella
5/8/2011


Details | Free verse | |

Living in the Nation

You made a choice,
You broke the mold,
You raised your hand
Now you’re living bold
	Oh, yes!  You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

You turned your back
On pain and lack.
You said “No, thanks,
I’m not going back!”
	Oh, yes! You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

When everyone else
Was still asleep,
You opened your eyes
And took a peek.
	Oh, yes! You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

You saw the path
You made a way
You challenged fear
Now you’re here to stay.
	Oh, yes! You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

Mama said “NO!”
Daddy said “No!”
Sista said “No!”
And so did your bro.
	Oh,yes! They did
	Oh, yes! They did

But you turned your back
On mediocrity and lack,
Said “Oh, no! This is it!”
I’m done with  trouble
I don’t miss pain
I’m looking for joy
Personal growth and gain.
	Oh, yes! You did.
	Oh, yes! I did.

Yeah, you turned your back
On sorrow and lack
On worry and grief
On fear and blame
You took the steps
You  fought the fight
Then you stormed the stage
On Saturday night!
	Oh, yes! You did!
	Oh, yes! I did!

You had a four step plan
In the palm of your hand.
You fought your fear
Courage brought you here
	Oh, yes! It did!	
	Oh, yes! It did!

Now you’re happy and bold
You broke the mold
You’re living large
Fighting the fight
Taking your cruises
Changing your life 
You’re done with the bruises
	Oh, yes! You did!
	Oh, yes! I did!

You’re soaring now
Taking life higher
Nothin gonna hold you
Did what we told you
	Oh, yes! You did!
	Oh, yes! I did!

The warmest of the warm
Came along for the ride
Shoulder to shoulder
They stand by your side.
	Oh, Yes! They did!
	Oh, Yes! They did!	

Mama said “No!”
Daddy said “No!”
Sista said “No!”
And so did your bro.
	Oh, yes! They did!
	Oh, yes! They did!

You know it don’t matter
Roaches gonna scatter
You got  new familia now
Go on, take a bow!
We got elevation
	Heart elation
We’re all one family
Livin in the Nation!
	Oh, yes! We did!
	Oh, yes! We did!
	



Details | Haiku | |

45th- BLANK

there are 2 blank cards
in the angel card deck so
today I'm "depressed"

for this to be the 
best country in the whole world
today it looks sad

just happy that I 
was a member of the age
of Aquarius

our best hour was 
revolution of 60's
created big change

now elephants rule
just capitalistic pigs
love hear themselves squeal



Details | Free verse | |

The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


Details | I do not know? | |

The Petty Posh-WahZee - Liberation and Ostentation



The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.

They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.

Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,

and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.


The Present:

19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,

a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.

I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,

our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.

Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,

babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,

yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,

needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,

for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.








Details | Kimo | |

The Moment Of Truth: Burning Or Refining

As exemplary as a High Priest and consecrated as a Temple's Inner Chamber. Respected amongst his colleagues, reverenced by His subordinates, distinguished, honorable and set apart. Then came the moment of Truth like the refining fire which may burn or may purify. A Golden Opportunity never to be seen again, but a situation to break or to make him. This is Crude Diamond Ore from a glance already anticipating to do it at once creating an allabi with occurrence in France and covering all traces in utmost Brilliance Not minding his activated self-repugnance certainly it will give birth to wealth and public acceptance. If Life gave him more options, he'd freelance. But with this one opportunity, he'd like to dance. Having no qualms; even if he disappoints his fans. He isn't to be blamed if Life is not a balance and success among all has no concomittance. This is the start to his enjoyment galore but can be forever hunted by the Law. The heaped pressure pressing more and more, but what the Hell! It's just one flaw. With a blessing so raw, attached with bountiful Harvest he never saw. Thinking of his glory and celebration and already holding his blessing like a woman in lactation yet a part of him suppresses his whole in castigation making him feel so useless like a man facing castration forcefully taking his freedom and peace in extortion Just about to make the decisive move, he resisted the push and forgot about the groove having in mind, something to prove he signed the blank cheque without adding another "0"


Details | Blank verse | |

Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Limerick | |

Twelve Seconds

<                    Once was a bartender named Louie
                      Thought my tales story was quite screwy                                     
                      Asked how many seconds
                      Was in year he reckons
                      Twelve shouted out by cousin dewey







Entry For
Confession To A Bartender


                                  


Details | Free verse | |

The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Baptized In Equality

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Lyric | |

her toys are his

He lurks in the evening 
his black polished car 
the driver can say nothing 
he knows this and goes far 
into the very world 
he is so against 
he calls her up at night 
and pays with our expense 
she comes with a bag of toys 
reserved only for the players 
only for the ones 
who can afford to pay her 
and when the morning comes 
his sloppy body lies in a stale sheet 
of the night before
he does this every week 
and everything is free 
because he has a pen 
in which he writes it off 
again at our expense 
a hotel stay for business 
is a night of pleasure 
when you are the one 
people call the governor.


Details | Free verse | |

Sweet Children, Sleep

To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?

O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?

Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.


Details | Verse | |

The Paparazzi Quinzaine

<                                   paparazzi candid shots
                                     privacy act ruined ?
                                     big nuisance ?
                                     
                                     


Details | Free verse | |

Shameless Self-Promotion

Here they go again.
anything to win,
indulging
in shameless 
self-promotion.
layin’ it on thick, 
	makin’ sure it sticks,
		slappin’ it on like lotion.

“click my stuff,
and I’ll click yours too.
wanna feel like the best 
even though 
it ain’t true?”

back n’ forth complements
are so self defeating.
inflating other’s heads for praise 
is a blatant way
of cheating.

“do unto others”
but don’t lie, 
to boost their ego.
misleading them 
to raise their hopes 
should clearly be illegal.

no need to read 
a word
of their work
while scratching their backs 
bare.
skimmin’ 
	skippin’ 
		scannin’…
all’s fair
in tactical 
warfare.

poets thought to be adored 
while chewin’ truth’s gristle.
before you swallow,
broke a tooth that hurt
like a damn 
lit 
missile. 

feeding on lines 
with hidden agendas 
is worse
than bein’ ignored.
cuz’ when you find 
copy n’ pasted comments, 
your hopes 
are sadly floored.

how about 
reading and endorsing work
you actually enjoy,
instead of 
feedin’ folks a line of crap 
laced with praise 
and “atta-boys!”


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


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Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather


Details | Couplet | |

The first shower I experienced this year



Could feel the smiling and risen sun all gleeful and gay,
It had ushered  in me a beam of energy earlier today.

Could sense now at twilight it chuckle at the rising milky white moon,
And softly in me restore its light to make me excite and swoon.

The virgin cold watery sprays of the falling drops of rains,
Slowly washes  my worries off my face and down the drain.

The fragrance of wet mud and lush sweet garden breeze,
Blows into me, pure strength and happiness in me gradually increase.

As I walk bare feet, wet grassy paths of my garden gently,
My subdued muffed up feelings erupt over my heart’s brim intently…..

I let go of all feelings and experience  inside me a sensation so very light,
 my vision clears and thoughts to me for my life's path ahead  seem so very bright...









Details | Rhyme | |

The Local Market

 The stalls are set up
 along the main street
 a change from the normal
 the local shop price they beat

 Many come to have a look
 looking for a bargain or two
 hoping for something special
 anything good would be brand new

 Real good quality items
 can be found if you look
 you feel good with a bargain
 success in anyone's book

 All sorts are found there
 shoes clothes even food
 many a splendid thing
 things to suit every mood

 So support your market
 make sure it will stay
 for generations to come
 it will pay its way

poetgord@2013


Details | Couplet | |

Cardboard Inflation

A paper road and car of clay,
A garden made from pencil shaves;
With fields of crayon flowers drawn,
Beyond the shoebox house and lawn;
Old wax paper forms the boat,
That sails under a cardboard moat;
A fence made out of new toothpicks,
Erasers used as driveway brick.
A crafty home in taped décor,
Now sat atop my basement floor;
A dynasty of paper trails,
Completed with a sign, “For Sale”,
Was printed in the Classifieds,
To see who’d purchase such a buy;
One hundred callers did implore --
The only place they could afford.


Details | Rhyme | |

Not For Naught

What you do here, is your job, life, future and health.
Without each one of these, there will be no wealth.
Apply and learn each day that you live and breathe.
Give your all in whatever you do, protect with a sheave.
Don’t ever think, what you do, is just a plain job.
If you let this happen, it is your soul, spirit you rob.
What you do makes a difference, in someone’s life.
What mistakes you make, causes someone strife.
So take a new look, at what you do, every day for pay.
Take pride, take revelation look, and see life’s display.
Give thanks for all the work you do, with praise or not.
For without you and what you do, everything is for naught.


Details | Haiku | |

A Proper Job

What's a 'proper job'?
Suit, tie, briefcase, paperwork?
One that makes you smile...


Details | I do not know? | |

Understanding Leadership

Wha's small to you, may be big to someone else. What's big to someone else, must now become big to you.


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Thirty-Five Years

Thirty-five years in a fifty year old building where I repair all.
Having that many years of changes within, each one I have saw.
I answer calls each day to fix everything, either big or very small.
Reality is and this is not vainness, they expect me never to fall.
Truth is I listen to every word that is said, though it might be tall.
Years of paying attention watching closely to every bouncing ball.

Facilities maintenance is one title that my job holds so dear.
I just call myself a maintenance man, and no job do I fear.
Victory is mine if I can repair and keep it running so clear.
Eventually though all things must be replaced some year.

Years spent in one place can take a toll on anyone’s heart and mind.
Every soul needs a change once in awhile, so peace they can find.
Another twelve years is what spirit will endure, before I unwind.
Retirement is not what I seek, for I have always worked in a grind.
Service to others is more than a job to me, my life, existence refined.


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Cargo

Commodities.
Packed up
Wedged together
Shut out from light and air, 
Little creatures indifferent to life or death
Stacked.
Branded.
Horrified
Of what comes
With the open door.
Looking for the first opportunity
To Leap
Escape
This intolerable life.
The Mass grave
Of a two-dimensional reality.


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Money Can't Buy Happiness

You lead a luxurious life, superior finance allows you to have a sense of grandiosity, people of a lower stature seem to fit the perfect mold for the term irrelevant,
like appendix,
but soon your wealth leads to vulnerability, standards become everything and the simple things in life no longer trigger your excitement,
so you begin to question your sobriety, maybe that is the answer,
little do you know dependency can be worse than cancer,
so you start off on the bottle, but that only provokes..
you to try something more potent, now your spending habits are more ubiquitous and basically you're poor..
but this all could have been avoided if you kept the attitude of the girl Next Door..


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Friends Akin

Our closest of kin
Could never begin
To fathom what is within
our spirit being...
Such greatness that is within
At once shall begin
To amaze our kin
After first seeing
But faith of true kin
Before we begin
Speaks out from within
Their inner being
Of powers that are within
The callings begin
To stir by friends akin
With gifts of seeing


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A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


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haiku----------

_ brown eyes wander in a loud crowded room a mouse scurries _ Contest Could this be regarding the mouse or is it a head executive bored with the chatter....I don't know....??? what do you see................. 4/6/4 Modern Traditional Haiku Poet-^Rick Parise


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Black Coffee Mug: Red Wheelbarrow

So much depends
Upon

a black coffee 
cup

faded with use
steam

into the faces
of us all


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Three Resolutions

Sell my properties
Hopefully get out of debt
Less stress in my life



note:
Maybe two out of three aint bad,,hopefully.

written for
Sponsor Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver  
Contest Name ~New Years Resolution Haiku~ 


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The Regret of Debt

There will be no land of milk and honey, to those who live spending other people’s money. To the gods of debt in a liturgical dance, you will join in with each cash advance. There will be high interest rates you will have to pay. The amounts get bigger with each passing day. Did you think those amounts would just go away? If you do not pay them, they are going to stay. If you live each day overburdened with debt, each thoughtless purchase you are going to regret. Do not pay high interest rates until your dying day. With those credit offers, just stay away.


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What is next

I have been looking for my dream car, 1971 Chevelle. Carrying out dreams and goals are not bad things at all. There is a positive on this. I have a very vivid mind and it goes to work from time to time. Thats a feeling. It is hard for Ek to remember things. How i Feel. Song. Everyone thinks people are there to help them but everyone is out for themselves not trying to help each other out. It is all a dream she would have done this and she would have done that but she did not reply. Where did the girls go was the questions asked by all the guys and then discussed by the girls as they drive off. You were drunk, rambling, and you ran them away. Pure 3-2718space240Dash Bravo. What is this you ask? You can put pure in front of anything and sell It.


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Gravity

You have unfailingly demonstrated your love
      every law     supporting      our galaxy
is so      harmonious      that this
little blue paradise      could not exist
      every      thread      and       movement
so precise      we can measure
its movements right down to atomic levels
 
All so         this small space
could provide          everything         anyone
who had           any appreciation
might understand that we have
      been provided abundantly          every delight
in the way         of plans          for a Utopia
 
      Yet the movements      of every ruling body
of science         religions         governments          corporations
      seem bent         on destruction
tampering      with the finesse      of precision
      incorporated      in the molecules      of life 
Continuous self reproduction      and regeneration      in nature
right down to making           "seeds who self destruct"
      to make nature          exactly as themselves
 
I divorce publicly          these unions of violence
demonstrated in their every thought and deed
      poisonous words          poisonous chemicals
totalitarian ideology          pandemic to 
the leaders           of these factions 
      warring with each other          hoarding the
wealth       of a planet       given freely to
      the father of our species
 
And if you don't believe that
          then think nature gave it freely
of her every fruit         produced by her ground
          YOU WARRING FOOLS
who delight in the peril      and fall
of your own family
      who know not          nor recognize
your own worth      or the worth
of everything          and          everyone around you
 
No , but you      fall at the feet
admiringly of all               these mongrels
          the media who worship
          these fine movers and shakers
who roll      right over you      and think
you should be trained groupies
these men          who kill your planet
          with ideologies and philosophies 
whose very design          is to denigrate
your worth          and exalt themselves
 
Therefore       I will exalt      in your instruction
          the progenitor of life       for as surly
as we examine          the work of life
      we are moved      by its abundant wealth
freely shared      with all who live on this little rock
to examine          why we all are unable
to fluently          live          within its confines
 
I think I will not walk off the cliff today
gravity is my friend if I know her rules
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Free Labor for China

China accepted
free labor from Americans
to pay U.S. debt


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RISKY BUSINESS

when I look at all the data in regards to our youth and teens
the statistics are frightening and to me it seems
that our children are now more at risk when it comes to sex, guns, drugs and drink
the enemy is aggressively targeting them as they are our weakest link

the risk of surviving is what our children now have to face
the risk of disease, the risk of death, the risk of just being in the wrong place
unfortunately they don't desire to listen to what their parents have to say
they think they're grown and too quick to reply "let me do it my way"
they feel that as parents we don't respect their wishes and desires
they fail to see that we only want them to achieve and aspire

as parents we've gone through what they've yet to experience in life
we lived through the risks we encountered the same struggles and strife
our children can't seem to understand nor comprehend
that we ourselves were children long before them
and the only way that we were able to have matured and grown
was to accept the instructions and advice from parents of our own

the risky business of just living is what we want to eliminate
so that our children don't get caught up in the danger before its to late
it wouldn't hurt to raise your children up in the ways of Jesus the Christ
and then pray that they will never stray from it in life
and as parents to never forget our own rebellious years
when we sent our moms and dads into states of despair 

talk to your children with empathy and a godly demeanor
introduce them to Jesus the Christ and hope they become believers
so that those risky businesses that are always lurking around
will never have the opportunity to take our children down

encourage your kids, support your teens, talk to and treat them with respect
don't be too quick to judge nor admonish for then you they will reject
the risky business the dangers in life is what we desire to keep away
in order for us to raise productive and positive adults one day


Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


Details | I do not know? | |

Usary

Usary

Usary on the poor Maybe leagle
but it aint right


Details | Rhyme | |

Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.





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TIME

Tick tack  on the wall,
Knocking all the wall,
Scaring us all,
Muscling the muscles,
Muscling the morsels in us,
Quickening the finest deep,
The hidden gold of gold,
A dignity of labour,
How loyal and diligent you are,
Precious and precarious,
Dangerous and conspicuous.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!

Running without waiting for anybody,
How impatient could man be,
In your sound you keep man,
In haste at everydawn,
Thou hath in the haste of full dawn,
Desperately desperate,
Anxiously anxious,
Wisely wise are we and you
Preciously precious,
Nothing can be done without you that's obivously obvious.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!


We chose to choose you,
Working to work with you,
Falling to fall with you,
No time no food,
No time no suite,
No time no cheat,
No time no shift,
No time no me,
there is set time for everything,
Mama use to say,
Patience is virtue of time,
that's the way whichever way.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!


Details | I do not know? | |

Insufficient Funds

A
Debt will 
Shame
Your history
of your dreams.


Details | I do not know? | |

Haves and Have Nots

Look again

towards the breadbasket of civilization 

they hold up a mirror

 to our own, looming confrontation

 Upon the beautiful shores of Greece

 comes a class warfare, that has divided the cultural peace

forced down his throat the Noble Greek will not swallow

The European Austerity Plan he's expected to follow 

Damning their working class culture and not approved by Apollo!

 Quite fitting this eternal struggle has returned, to this original arena 

when the working class people are exploited

 they always find it anathema 

Pray

May their Truth be guided by the Sword of Hercules

 and the Wisdom of Athena


Details | Limerick | |

Slamming Politicians

They slam each other every day.
Tearing them apart in a sly way,
Truth I say, what a lie.
Political games cry.
Give them cement shoes, drop into bay.

Next election, vote for three blind mice,
They would fare better, than roll of dice.
Vote now for mystery.
Go down in history.
For they have no “tales-tails“, truths suffice.


Details | Rhyme | |

MANIPULATION INTENTION

preying on the weak,
lingering on moments of threats.
malignant with conditions;
troubled impositions,
impossible corrections,
dire solutions.
hidden web of agendas,
more than a fast pace phase.
lying behind masks,
random rat race.
morbid and cruel;
with vague and serious intent,
never really content,
collaborating underhandedness,
with no elaborate weakness,
creeping shiftiness,
just to make a statement,
some sort of scandalous entertainment.
like a ploy of trained murder,
hot to the very extent of malice!


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Say Die

I've thought about giving up. I thought life was just too hard.
Would you quit a high money game, just because you were dealt bad cards?
If you fell off a horse, would you think you were done and just start walking by it's side?
Would you cry and pout or get back up? Get on that horse and ride?
You may not succeed the first try, but there's always another chance.
In life, in sports, in playing games, and even in romance.
Practice makes perfect with everything in life. Work always comes along with it.
You may get frustrated but never give up. Champions would never quit it.
Do you think Michael Jordan just grabbed a ball and dunked it on his first try?
Or did he play again and again? Now it seems like he can fly.
Some are born with greatness. Others work and work to achieve.
You can do anything you want in life. All you have to do is believe!


Details | Free verse | |

Dress Code

Dress Code


Black pencil skirt
Black pants and black shoes, black blouse that’s the dress code here all black.

To a Macys employee our dress code identifies you and where you work-Macys.

I interviewed for a job at a nearby Macys department store so….
I get a nice email saying I didn’t get hired not once not twice but three times in five years.

I say I’ll apply again but the same thing happens and I wonder aimlessly if I’ll ever get hired at Macys.

I am very interested in Macys Careers after College after I graduate from college in about a year.

I once got hired at JC Penny. I really wanted and still want a job at Macys to be among the “employees” that must follow the dress code.

I would do it proudly.


Details | I do not know? | |

Just Another Day In Paridice

don't shake the ground, 
don't shake the ground from beneath my feet cause it might crumble from the sound. 
The sound of music the sound of your voice, 
give me your hand and ill make you pick a choice. 

The choice you never had to make and realize you were in a song,
you and I were together so happy and so in love and for so long. 
Now we apart and i still feel something for you and it's not going good, 
I live my life to the fullest right now and commit it to the hood. 

And now life has fallen has fallen to its hands,
we all go out playing with our big ass bands. 
I love you and i love us both, 
that's what we do and we make this life life last like an oath.


Details | Bio | |

A Burden Of A Broken Soul

I fall to my knees an pray that my life would change,
cause i am tiered of people looking at me so strange. 
They see right threw me, all the way to my heart and soul,
but they cannot see past what they are looking for.

The floor has crumbled beneath my knees,
for i have hit it so much times that i am starting to think that its all a teas.
A teas that is getting on my nerves,
i am just scared that it might all end up with someone having to go to a nurse. 

I cant take this pain anymore, its like sharp needles in your eyes,
and when you go to pull them out it feels like its dry ice.
The Burden i have carried all my days is starting to get heavy,
all the bull*****and remarks from people is really ****ing cherry.

So now i go cause of the pain and suffering, i have to walk around with a mask on my face,
just to hide my scars and wounds that these ****ers left on me as a disgrace.
My heart has cracked to many times before,
i try to bandage it up but it still feels way to sore.

The Burden of my life is nothing like you ever seen before,
it has allot of ticks and treats for you that you just cannot ignore. 
When you see these things you will no,
that i got a life and A BURDEN OF A BROKEN SOUL.


Details | Bio | |

City One

her artful glare, 
snare drum 
entwined, 
fell sideways upon 
the low lit veneer, 
inertia and woe 
sunk deeper unto 
the vacuous valets 
of halcyon days, 
entrapped 
by the pavement…


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Stymied

Stymied at the cross roads
choices left to be made,
past succumbed to rot and erode
stifled by a loss in trade.
A trickle left in amble
as climates seem to change,
movements toward a scramble
a time to evolve and interchange.

Sins of others selling soul
scurry power to a slower pace
slum-dogs roam out of control
to fill the vacuum and the space.

A slain shroud of refined mystery
confined pages of a mono history!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


Details | Rhyme | |

It's Friday

<                                         Is It Friday Yet ?
                                            Yea ~ You Bet


                                            Just Got Paid
                                            Now Want To Get Laid


                                            7 ~ 3
                                            Good Golly

                                           
                                            Boss On  Ass
                                            Like Sharpel Of Glass

                                            
                                            Phones Ringing Off Wall
                                            Everybody And Their Mother Calls

                                            
                                            Fix This Fix That
                                            Phone I just Want To Splat


                                            Tic Tock Tic Tock
                                            Goes Slow On Dam  Clock 


                                           Thursday  -  Monday
                                           All I want To Say


                                            Is It Friday Yet
                                            And No I Can't Afford A Dreamy Jet


                                            So As The Saying Goes
                                            I'll Just Keep Crossing My Fingers And Toes



Entry For
Joe Flach's
In Other Words Contest



My Inspiration 
Is It Friday Yet ?  LOL
G.L. All
                                            


Details | Light Poetry | |

THE CORNER GROCERY STORE

If we don’t have time for the supermarket,
there’s a store on the corner for what we can get.
For years, it has stood.
The quality and service are good.
We get what we need and more
at the CORNER GROCERY STORE.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.


Details | Ode | |

myrrh marred marinas

myrrh marred marinas and goose-stepped geese 
set sapphire to salacious rhythm under the absent sun… 
a fantastical flamenco curtailed caustic cues, 
nine-balled eighths shot straight to the soul, 
pool for the favelas, thought for the fools… 


Details | Free verse | |

freedom

some ****ed in the mouth, put blades
He was not absurd
to give us words.
we have given ourselves
to appear more beautiful
to love otherwise
criminals 
to be perfect
we do not feel alone
+ need to explain
why and how, etc.. 
all are funny
and finally I do not understand 
Where is He in all of this!?

look
Can it and shout:
Oh, my God!
but I must take care
to pray
not be afraid
to forget all the words
me to stay away
because some of they make a love of this things
just for them.


Details | Free verse | |

The factory

Your tarnished grey paint on a rotting wood canvas.
This melancholy greeting from an entrance to exploitation.
Why I keep meeting you in that gloomy terrain,
Why I trudge through rain and grime to slave for you,
Is all but unintelligible jargon, for you are but a machine.
I arrive in the oily blackness at your unhealthy cavern,
Imprisoned till my heart runs out of beats,
Even though your piston will never.

No breathing soul or pitying heart surveys,
Only the hard steel, boasting well worn buttons in braille.
You burn with energy but you have no enthusiasm,
Just as you churn with rhythmic clatter but have no voice.
This leaching sling reveals workers through its jagged cracks.
Workers rid of emotion yet brimming with mechanical speed.
That is all the seething metal needs to pump,
It runs on sweat, not tears.

I have worshiped you many years.
Cowering before your powerful surges
That resonate through our skin.
You have us transfixed in a state of spasm.
Unable to grasp the air beyond those doors,
To feel its caress pour through our outspread arms.
A wave of tension suffocated by your demanding clutch.
Never easing, never ceasing, the bewitchment of a machine.
The Organic running the mechanic.
Yet seemingly visa versa.

Hollow light level-pegging artificially spun air.
No comfort behind those glistening bottles,
Only fatigued bodies and malnourished minds.
Orders to be processed, deadlines to obey.
The only way to put caviar on the boss' table.
The only way to exploit the hardworking uneducated.
Your globalized steel shimmers in unicin,
Yet its face shows pressured individuals 
Withering behind masks of rhythmic production.
Will there be a resolution?

Only if the world stops turning.




Details | I do not know? | |

"I Call The Credit Card!"

The mailman walks so slowly.
They see him near our box.
The kids all run to check the mail
(normally without socks!) 

''I call the credit card! ''
They say because they know.
We've now grown to expect it
like cold weather brings the snow.

It's one of the usual pieces
that they've come to just expect...
each day we're offered credit cards
(that they think we can't reject) .

Another line of credit! 
Hey, here's $50,000 more! 
I've never owned a credit card
and I'll never owe a store.

Although we've never had one
we're offered every day.
The kids use them for bookmarks.....
It's much cheaper that way!


Details | Rhyme | |

Shortcut to Nowhere

I'm in a hurry,
Don't know why,
Have no appointments,
Don't plan today to die,

So what's the rush?
It's the American way
Get it done...
That very day!

I guess other peoples
Think we're weird
Perhaps we are,
Or maybe over-steered

Let's hurry up,
Finish this,
Get on with that,
Somehow we hope
To pull time from a hat

Worst sinners New Yorkers,
We work while we sleep
Always pondering
Some problem deep

Must be solved
Before the next sunrise
Or we've failed
In our own eyes.


Details | Free verse | |

Life's forecasts

This life is full of surprises,
In one days life multiple can be born,
Several more life's exposed to the elements 
Bow our heads, 
can we morn?
Please forgive for all these sins 
giving back must not be in the forecast yet,
I only see debt filling up my window sills 
So I'm all in, what ever it takes 
Sin over and under it's all in the upcoming of 
a young entrepreneur, as for now
I'll pray and weave my nightly thoughts away in with the rest
Can I rest?
When it's in the forecast as for now I'm back 
To the grinding stone, thinking of ways to get by without
Getting stoned for all the sins 
Playing no games barley with time to think straight.
Make no mistake from here on out I'm flying high, highly appreciative 
For these words our weapons


Details | Light Poetry | |

Hard Times Are Here

In this Global ressession it causes many to fall into a deep
pit of depression and fills them with dispair as they wonder 
is there anyone to show they care?

They loose faith and hope, for they simply cannot cope with the
worlds financial scope. 
Although we live in critical times and are hard to deal with the effects
of the stress caused by these situations are sad and real for these ones
we truly feel.

Will things ever get resolved in this financial crisis well the verdict is pretty much 
going to stay like this as the world is in need of a major fix but who is there to 
undo and repair all the damage that's taken place all before our very face.

If people looked to a higher source they could take a positive course as there
is a force stronger than humankind and to many people they are just blind to it
which is sad to say, but for those who do we keep on and pray for one day they 
might say Yes it is true there is a God in existance and believe he will bring about
the peace and happiness to give us a full release from the wickedness in the
 world that will  soon cease.


Details | Couplet | |

A Petty Imitation

Where there is a petty imitation
There'll be pests, posters of sensation
Grouping of hesitations
Complaints to order, servings of hallucinations
There'll be soap-box amatory slander
About walking coat-hangers slender
It ain't working girl, it's a waling green guile
By his friend in business uptown a mile
By his wife who paints her mirror image
Shades against her daughter's non-marriage
Her tea drained in company of photo albums
Of good old days of bottomless bums
And motherly mums and wives' tales true
But the fashionable unreasonable is turning blue
All the codified glory of yesterday's innocent shame
Now he's not got a gamut of trust in a game
He calls out to his dog, his faith, his fellow
"Round up the gambits and youths in yellow,
'cause I can't move from my comfortable stump."
But his companion is old, stands to wearily slump
Back to the ground to emphasize to his master
That's four legs or two there'll be no muster
Just a dusty breeze of his wooden-coat happening
As diamonds were coal, the rough is hardening
Like a baby can't talk, but it knows what it wants
No you can't understand it, you guess as it taunts
Your patience and moral, your air of knowledge
That you've blown so big you need no tutelage
So you sit and you moan, you grumble and point
You don't dance no more as it'll gnaw each joint
Like you grind your teeth as the heartily speak
As the laughing weak working each day of the week
It's hard but they know it won't last forever
'cause cursing your bread will put you in the gutter
Now that's something you could never understand
Just as your father's father both bit and fed the hand
Now you sit pious in a dynasty out of your control
You had to spread it thin to bank each and every toll
So rest you ill and tainted soul, the blind see more
The deaf hear more, as the mute speak ancient lore
Rewritten as it were to be - a changing people's democracy
An evolution from your pollution and non-decency
A smile for a smile not an eye for an eye
And you'll cry and you'll cry when death strolls in to buy
Your soul at less then half you thought it worth
And bury you down inside the cold, cold earth.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Interview

Early waking
Standing on line
Nerves keep me shaking
Waiting for a sign

Butterflies flutter
My stomach’s in a knot
Hoping not to stutter
Was there something I forgot?

Frantically search my stuff
I brought a résumé
I pray that it’s enough
I hope that it can sway

Block out any doubt
Sent to wait until 10:30
Wait for my name to be called out
In a waiting room that’s loud and wordy

Portfolio resting on my lap
Frequent glimpses of the clock
On my portfolio, fingernails tap
While I await the chopping block


Details | Haiku | |

Construction

Many men with hard hats,
A wooden house presents itself,
Buidling blocks included.


Details | Epigram | |

Bill Collectors

Bill collecting creditors
can be just like predators.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


Details | Senryu | |

Can You Help Me I'm Lost

lost and weary soles
looking for their better half
at Auschwitz bone yard


Details | Free verse | |

My Business Is Today

Committing myself to action; 
I stopped to put all plans away.

Determined to author my Life's book pages, 
I began the business of today.

I did away with past and future: 
Losses made and profits gained; 
That to lose and this to gain.

With the past already accounted for, 
And future yet to be taken account of; 
It's a waste for me to keep their books -

My business is today 


Details | Free verse | |

A Chorus of Inherent Blues

surviving in uncaring times
a silhouette of history’s past,
dark shadows race onward
eerily against inner peace,
bearing witness to belief’s
emergent untimely demise,
fairness is a foolish dream
enlightened twilight sleep,

lost in an innocent trance
awash in narcissism’s pool,
deaf blind prognosticator’s
on street corners cry out,
‘God is NOT a Christian’
in a post apocalyptic age,
a ageist man-made world
wherein automatons reign,

heroic altruistic capitalists
atop rafts of ill-gotten gain,
a parasitical elite straining
vast hidden corporate riches,
on the backs of dependent
sacrificeable indigent souls,
dire posthypnotic automata
ever living a forgotten life,

a wilderness of sojourners
numbed minds and spirits,
a chorus of inherent blues
non-persons who never was,
adrift in a comatose state
by prosperity’s siren call

© Eugene Harvey


Details | I do not know? | |

Stress

I am giving up
The stress is past the point of throwing up
Every day the same routine
The repetition has become obscene
My hands are blistered, sore and torn
While my face looks old a worn
If my nerves are bent any more
I will snap at the middle and break at the core
Just a little break
To relieve me from more than  can take
A rest for the weary is all I ask
A little relief from this stressful task


Details | Rhyme | |

Spotlight on 2013

Spotlight on 2013

You run through my mind
like my rhymes from 2012
I’m thinkin’…I’m takin’ em’ with me…
“bring nothin’ but yourselves 
Inclined lyrically”
“LET’S GO 2013!”
Long-term goals love
when dreams become reality…
Increasing my oxygen
through life’s catastrophes…
Leads me into 2013
with the same oceans of oceans…
but a whole different view
Artistically designed…
We’ll design your inner thoughts
to bring the best of you out…
Are you ready for 2013??
If not… let’s get stability
to evolve into excellence exceptionally…
Are you ready yet?
THEN LET’S GO 2013!!!

By: Aleasha Martin


Details | Light Poetry | |

Comic (footle)

He shuns

no puns



Details | I do not know? | |

Witches can be dudes


Feel um' sum mo'
Get um in and out the door's

'Cause good company rages on...

When I am with um' I am on


Wheel um to go

Wind it back and drop the note

'Cause the krumpin' will dump out the mote...


Get um to flow

Careen on the boat

Get um feet first into the waters that you know


'Cause Jesus was dope

He'd leave you gold

He'd eat the whole stone


Get um to know

Ask um' why you think you chose? 

Click on his show, 
with a grisly remote


See um' by the vote-

Because

He's seasonal boast

He's Jesus doin' coke

He's reasons to float

He's beatin' me out of my boat...


Makin' babies out of my jokes

And baking a cake in my stove in my home





Details | Haiku | |

Wheeler Dealer

He buys and sells all, but says no to Satan 'cause his soul is nailed down.


Details | Free verse | |

Rat Race

Thought  you were better
than the rest,
Took up the challenge 
and passed the test.

The drive is high
the rank is low,
Prospects are good 
but the road is long.

Nothing you get
you get for free,
Boost your performance
for perks you receive.

Your friends and family
Got left down the road,
You’re in the lead
But you’re walking alone.


Details | Couplet | |

Silence Car

If you are riding in the last car of PATCO's train,
absolute silence is what you must maintain.


Details | Rhyme | |

ode underwater

I've got this listing, sinking feeling
that I owed most of my life to my bank.
Hands in the air, reaching for debt ceiling,
yet another fine mess, with no one to thank.

Guns all put down, the pen reigns mightier
can't fight the bank, let alone hit myself.
Contracts contracted, assurances flightier
seems the whole world's overextended itself.

I ode some words, I owed some dollars
'course everyone I talk to is in the same boat.
Can't answer my phone for collecting callers,
looking to ourselves, line of credit, to float.

I'm maxed they've determined, but I'm appealing
my mortgage, in arrears, beyond my credit score.
All my creditors say that defaulting is stealing
I gave a stone and blood, still they want more.

Seems to everyone, I owe myself, that's no joke
shouldn't be depressed, but maybe I oughter.
Dunno if I'm myself, or like all nations folk,
I've underwritten much of this ode underwater.

'course if I owe some B and B owes to C 
and C owes somebody else...well back to me,
then it seems that we all owe to each other,
our mountain of debt is brother to brother.

Would some rebalancing of our balance sheets
starve our children, kick us out into streets?
Maybe we should waive our bankruptcy hearing
and admit it's to life we're really endearing.

© Goode Guy 2011-06-10


Details | Haiku | |

Greedy

Hungry and famished
unsatiable desire.
Greed's grotesque face grins.


Details | I do not know? | |

Monopolizing

A game we were all born to play
Comes out of the closet today
It's right there next to the game of "Life"
It's "MONOPOLY" and it's mine

Find the token that lets you fit the part
Let us all line up on Start
Shove the dice around to see who is first
Then away we Go in a running spurt

When I get famous I am going to market pieces
That walk, run and roll making happy faces
And and make the time go
As steadily as the games races

And when I get to Boardwalk 
I know what I am going to do
Through everything into hock
And build it all a new

There's nothing in this world like the talk
When little green houses come up wanting rent from a shoe
Thats you, owing rent, to a millionaire with something to prove
So break out the chalk

It's time we take a walk
And discuss 
All the things you can do
Don't fuss

Is that violet, purple or maroon
I'll take it up for the bill anyways
Use it to build more over there by Park Place
Building a great hotel open to the human race 

Now Mr. Banker isn't there something else to sell
I swear you'll my rent or go straight to Jail

.        Scottie dog –  Carol Brown 

·        Iron –  Caleb Smith 

·        Race car – David William 

·        Thimble – Keith Bickerstaffe 

·        Wheelbarrow –  Gail Doyle 

·        Top hat –  Ruth Courtney 

·        Horse and rider – Mandy Tams ~The Golden Girl~

·        Shoe –  Debbie Guzzi

* Banker-  ~Poet Destroyer~
* Police officer-  Ruben O'                    (officer dragging everyone to jail) 
* Monopoly person-  Susan Burch         (the “do not PASS GO guy!”)


Details | I do not know? | |

Entrepreneur at Heart

Hundreds of hours for a moments exposure,
When so many doubt you passion lifts helps composure,

Make sure shop looks fit, 
nice and neat,
Bottles straight, 
service cant be beat

Customers walk in
always greeted with JOY
Go the extra mile
No strings attached or extra ploys,

40 hour workweek?
Haha, that's for wimps,
Following a dream makes happiness,
That's a hard concept to grip

Financial stability,
At some point it hits,
The Pros always manage,
They tread along with the grit


Details | I do not know? | |

Occupy Wall Street- Take Back The Cornfields Of America

They look down from their penthouse and turn up their nose.

They see us all as a murder of crows. Bunch of pests and foul nuisances trying to eat of their crops.

Not sons and daughters and mommas and pops.

They don't want to hear of our lower class rambling.

Why shan't we continue our financial gambling?

Their scarecrow is the media which deems us all decadent.

We shall not yield the cornfield, For we are the 99 percent!


Details | Rhyme | |

Someone, Someday

It’s so hard to start
It’s so hard to finish
It feels as if all that you've accomplished will someday be diminished 
And it won’t matter if you become somebody some day
Because someone will easily take your place 
Steal your ideas 
And make a living off you, THEIR way

It’s sad but true
Every mutha f**ka 
Will take a piece of your mind
and will somehow ultimately f**k you

not physically but mentally
making you think 
you’re not one of a kind
their getting all the fame 
while everyone leaves you behind

leaving you to feel like a failure 
people telling you to talk to God, 
he’ll have the answer

I pray, looking up at the ceiling
Hoping he’ll will give me a reason….
To keep going on with my life and my ideas
But all I’m left with are clones of my feelings
Washed up on canvases with some else’s fake veneers 


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Lost it's Value

Wait, or not it is only going to bring us tragedy or happiness
Gentle yes is wisdom's way to say please listen i cry out this one man is one for you
When u Was struggling with the spirit of loneliness he lifted away and brushed it off you
He showered you with love but never mentioned much about the word
Foolish men they say love is this love is that just to flatter you
But now visualize an ice burg hear the ice crack
Its breaking their words now I give love its life back
Crushed diamonds jump out these lines here
They blow up because they ate bombs coming out in lightyears
Love no dirty  words at all have no itching ears for it is lust disguised there
Sure I come just in time like i who am i I be damned no man has ever decided 
so I had job God gave me an assignment
Look at the title Love Is.... what? Love is a Palace. I was like okay go ahead and try me copy my style duplicate me if you think you can outbox me. I'm like damn this is inspiring I have the greatest love for the pilot of a fighter plane. So just sit there and take it I change guns and you become the target of my Missels. I open bottom door drop out an atomic bomb. Call the president up and say sir its my pleasure to tell you" press the red button"
Now here comes the nuclear missel
Oh my God I just killed us all.
Now ain't Love a touchy subject.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Runaway Train { Footle}

Runaway Train

    Conductor No Brain


Off His Track
     Didn't Look Back


Cargo Debris
   Blowing In Breeze


Poor Boxcar Willie
       Got Knocked Silly


Sam The Man
      Was Simply Canned 

I Did Yell
    What The Hell


Details | Free verse | |

The gentleman

The world turns 
under the kick-me-off shoes 
of a man in summer-rolled, khaki pants 
and turned up sleeves 
that allow gentle 
hands to settle 
in pockets with no money 
Hands that pass through disheveled hair 
to rest below a well worn smile 
on the only shadow of his day. . . 

. . .his chin


Details | Free verse | |

Lovers, Strangers

I was the steely clang of morning’s haste

that thrashed its way into your lucidity.

You were the hungover smile that I 

flashed by, grabbing still muddy work boots 

for another 2 week rotation on a 

lonely patch of blood and sweat. 

I was the long phone call,

and the expensive day dream.

You were the haggard photograph,

kept on every bedside hotel room table. 

Lovers,

Strangers,

Lovers,

…Strangers

The phone calls grew shorter.

The rotations home,

felt less like

                   …home

I was the steely clang in your

search for normalcy

and your smile

                    …hungover

began to rust in the sweat 

I brought home,

even in my oil stained hands.

We grew apart,

ripped the tether

that bound suburbia 

to the rig floor where

I worked to keep that smile

hungover until I could 

bring home a coffee grin.

But you were tired of waiting. 

I can’t blame you, for that. 

But even here, 

now…

I miss the smell of vodka

and cherry lip balm. 

I miss your tired eyes,

winking goodbye at 4 a.m;

and the way they 

shined when I flew

back home.

The steely clang of morning is 

here, once again. 

But this time, I’m in no rush.

I grab my boots, now clean and shined,

and wonder if you’re just as hungover…

as I am. 

-James Kelley 2014, All Rights Reserved.


Details | Free verse | |

success

i plucked the wing
of that damned thing
then waited for its fall
when it dropped
i picked it up
and taught it how to crawl
when its knees
began to bleed
it learned to walk upright

now

when it takes to the sky
no matter how high
it keeps the ground in sight 


Details | Rhyme | |

Needless Things

inception’s
subliminal
ubiquitous
ultra-mantra,
captivating
humanity’s
heart n’soul,

free will’s
everlastingly
victimhood,
hypnotized
collectorate
of needless
effete things,

obsolescence
self-centered
technological
dependence,
unremitting
propaganda
without end,

truthfulness
evil betrayal
corruption’s
never-ending,
insatiate want
overthrowing
common sense,

earthly groans
yet necessarily
endure unheard
redundant pleas, 
desire’s selfish
present delusory
inherent expense

© Eugene Harvey


Details | Rhyme | |

Save Up

Just a random inspiration in Economics today. 8) Our warm up question was: Why is it a good idea to save your money?
----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Tis a good idea to save money,
If one desires the flow of milk and honey
To attain the treasures we long to accumulate,
Tis wise to appreciate first what we denigrate
Though temptations are at every end,
It is vital to think before you spend!


Details | I do not know? | |

Who are these People Pt 1

who are these people?
where do they come from?
they are older than time can measure, sadly
hopeless and a hazard to others and themselves
unable to move their vessel body, physically handicapped
through years of wear and tear and genetic mutation,
......and their mind
seems to be corroded and rustic
likes plates of steel left out in a thousand thunder storms
i wonder
how these people got here
being so retarded, challenged, in-capacitated, unable
asking questions that a dumb blind drunken monkey could answer
just by looking at them I can feel the presence of cancer
they are dying
as flowers would do with only a moon
i talk with them, as the babble, and drool
and struggle to stand for more than 2 minutes
and struggle to walk across the room
to show me their new exercise to improve the demented motion they call a golf swing
i take a breath and listen, nod my head,
wishing that i gave a fluff, but i dont.....instead
id rather continue watching a documentary on the paleo-indians who survived through 
the ice age
that eventually became the native peoples of Canada.
2 more incoherent zombies walk through the door,
with looks on their face of confusion, and death
they step up on the treadmill huffing and panting
and ask me to set them up 
level one, for 3 minutes, 
im thinking in my head...you cant be serious.


Details | Rhyme | |

Telling The World Off

I know that'
I shouldn't saying this
But, baby it's a fact
Here I am
Telling the world off
And I shouldn't be
Saying that
      ------
Seems' that, that the thing's
That we do is just an act
But, in the truth of the matter
The whole world is wack
      ------
We call it peace
And we know it's a lie
All those who fought
For this county
Who knew so many
Would die
And so many mother's
Would have to cry
      ------
We call it peace
Yet, we go to war
The victim's see evil
Some get a shinny new car
      ------
And what's up with that
Those shinny new car's
And thing's
     -----
Anyway
      ------
I'm a man of tradition
And my only mission
Is to live a life of greater
Abstention
      ------
But, then I need their permission
      ------
There is one thing that
I want to say
And that is
The life of subsidizing
The truth in ambition
Is just not the way
      ------
Tis to be in league
With the Devil
That lead's to Pedition
And there you will stay

             GF


Details | Acrostic | |

ITS JUST PAPER

Many seeking it have perished
Over all things, hearts of millions cherish
Nations of immense greed, innocent beings they have buried
Evil buds from its roots, for it, babies have been banished
You have the power; don’t let your soul be tarnished


Details | Rhyme | |

Reminders of the King

Oh vain man who casts his will
do not you know that all plans laid
with hope to control the flow of spill
molded the breath who universe has made
 
Know you not that time and chance
the one who has formed your clay
can be changed upon his glance
has allowed you to have your way
 
Bright hope is man with Plan
and like scroll his plan is written down
but He can spoil what thinks in hand
and take away thy hoped for crown
 
One hopes for toil to earn it's pay
with justice the scales to be fair
but grasping men seem to get their way
and have penciled more than is their share
 
In a book so written by a king
the vanity of man within is written down
in thought did he examine everything
and for all the resting place is ground
 
That to undertake a task you do with soul
and take joy within the charms of wife
to keep his law with heart thats whole
for this the vanity of your life
 
Ecclesiastes

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Epigram | |

VISTA

A
change
of name-
rebranding
just gilds the lily.


Details | I do not know? | |

Who are These People Pt 3

who are these people?
where did they come from?
they seem so primitive.
so, incapable.
primitive humans without a foundation of language I feel were smarter and more able 
then these people.
these years of technological advancement, and inventions, have made the mass 
population stupid, and incompetent.
washing machines, dishwashers, the T.V, microwaves, plus....
hollywood magazines, fashion, consumerism and advertisements, whats in, whos out, 
materials, greed, toxic governments and polluted political powers, 
the building of nations through controlled influences and exposure
music, media, movies and more
the conditioning of the human population,  to be drones, to be mindless chickens who 
flock together only because they are afraid, 
to be zombies who fall in line without question, to be puppets, to be individually stripped of 
all human rights
to create and condition organic emotional humans into dull mechanical robotical children
that do what they're told, programmed to be obedient
like computer software was surgically inserted into the brains of infants at birth, to be
tracked, geographically speaking
and to be numbered for identification purposes within the system 
the system that collects our information, our bank statements, our internet passwords, 
our logins, our logouts
our emails, our instant messages, our cell phone conversations, our work hours, our credit 
rating, our mortgage.
its already happening. microchips being implanted under the skin of babys
its no wonder this world has gone crazy, mad, insane, ludacris.


Details | Free verse | |

Counting On Sheep

     Counting On Sheep
       
Don't wake me up
I have sheep on my mind and around me
Standing in rows like….well…sheep
Arranged in numerical order
They count hours down very slowly
At 7:00 a.m.  I must rise with the day
It is work that defines who I am
I’m counting on sheep to wake me on time
I’m counting on them to appear or arrive
If they don’t I’ll continue sleeping
Replace them with roosters of course in due course
They know how to crow in the morning
And don’t need a warning 
To wake up at 4 in proper accord
In natural order for sure
As for the sheep…well… They will be dead sheep
I will be counting on them
As dinner with beer 


Details | Rhyme | |

Signed Sealed And Delivered

<                                        It's not my fault
                                          The world is made from different cults
                                          Economic woes
                                          Politicians saying no


                                          I'm not to blame
                                          When they represent us in such shame
                                          It's a capitol crime
                                          Like this rhythm and rhyme


                                          You have no proof
                                          That we're the ones that goofed
                                          We abide each law that been laid
                                          And to find out we've been played  


                                          I will show no shame
                                          And point at the ones to blame
                                          Get your acts together
                                          Sign bills with your quilled feathers  






Entry For 
Paula Swenson's
Four Sentences
GL All                           


Details | Free verse | |

Death Comes Calling

            When Death Calls

Death comes calling in the early morning
No one is at home
They have all gone fishing
Personally, I prefer doing the dishes
Cleaning the litter box
Darning sox
Those darn socks
I prefer doing that than being damned and dead
When death comes calling 


Details | I do not know? | |

Fare

We've been sold out by At&T
sold out by Dell
they've moved operations over seas
and they don't care that we're headed for hell
these are not patriots
least not as far as I can tell
takes more than a name to be an American
and we should all ring the liberty bell
then teach our children well
exactly what it means
and that there is great responsibility
in being free

think those behind the lobiest care
do they give and take a fare share
or do they live behind big fences
in fear of grizzly bears

the problem is that nobody seems to notice or care
and nobody seems to notice the broken people
our own brothers and sisters that are everywhewre
and we all know
and we keep on being told
that life aint fare



Details | Verse | |

Let Us Not Be Vague

I 'll get straight to the point,
I won't be vague,
They try the worst of criminals at the Hague,
For crimes against humanity,
Murder,torture,ethnic cleansing, but three.
But my question is, " why are there not more,
Crimes against humanity the bad should answer for?"
Because there are in this world,suited bad men, the worst,
Who have created all of the investment bubbles,
Which they then for their own gain burst,
To create most of the economic troubles,
That the world is fighting hard to put right,
Yet these same scumbags plot each day and night,
To blow up the bubble of their latest scam,
With the controlled acquiescence of good old Uncle Sam.
How come they are not in the dock in the Hague?
Or is this a question for politicians, too vague?

Tom Higgins 03/08/2012


Details | Free verse | |

We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.


Details | Free verse | |

Tide black

Tide black
 
By the night they haul the black canisters, 
surreptitiously, stealthily they move
midst a moonless night with rabid dogs barking. 
They say take care. “Take care?” yes, the death is 
hot to handle, fragile; a leak may emit 
unstable danger.  “Take care?” yes, they will. 
With care they will throw the toxic wastes 
into the river flowing beside the place,
the factory, beside the barbwire fence.
Haul those poisons and dump them in the stream, 
caring not to spill on their own yard.

They cannot see 
the stream has changed 
the direction
it is coming towards
their home=

© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Details | Sonnet | |

Ahmadinezhad And the Price Of Gas -

       Ahmadinezhad And the Price Of Gas -
          (His Name Pron - Ah - mad - in - eh - zhad)
The politics of Promise you unfold
as we approach election twenty-twelve,
and you can bet there's not a promise told
the President to be won't have to shelve!

Their only problem's just to sway us all
and gather votes that count election day
they all can see the writing on the wall
but no one reads the writing anyway!

Could 40 thieves of Persia sway the vote
if someone plays their cards exactly right?
Ahmadinezhad might be someone to note
as we get closer to election night!

Before election day will ever pass
get set to pay a whole lot more for gas.


Details | Verse | |

The Falling

“Please sir wont you help me?”
Said the beggar to the thief.
As he inches along the tightrope,
With no safety net beneath.

Deep breath shakily held,
As he dives the murky deeps.
No soul for the Devil,
No peace of which to speak

Shirt is off his back,
Naked and venerable.
Burying head into the sand,
Always trying not to fall.

A splint to keep him upright,
Some form of support.
Spiralling out of control,
No sign of rational thought.

Helplessness kicks in,
As he steps in misery’s trap.
Over the edge he teeters,
There is no going back.

There seems to be no reason,
As forward he inches on.
Panic starts to surface,
Until logic has gone.

“Please sir wont you help me?”
Says the beggar to the thief.
As his dignity is devoured,
Left with stolen hopes and dreams

©.L.Kelly


Details | Personification | |

Heroes Are Not Forgotten

Many there be have turn their backs to thee/

No sense of remorse,
No notion of integrity or respect/
You stand so proud with your head in the air/
Waving your hands like you just don't care ?

But none the worse for wear,

Heroes Are Not Forgotten !
Those men and women who have waved the banner high !
With every bit of stregnth that have fought with no remorse,
We often get tongue tied within ourselves/

In the great melted pot we call The United States of America,
It was for freedom that our ancestor's fought to so desperatley uphold/
Far too many of us take it for granted !
They have eyes but tend to look the other way/

Paying litle to no homage to buw their heads to pray ?
One day every knee will bow and tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord !
There will be no mistake about it !
Those that pierced his side and pulled his beard/
 
Many say that us Christians are wierd/
You will know on that very day that he's not someone that you could play !
Heroes Are Not Fogotten !
Just look what that ass did Ben Laden !

We need to speak up now or forever hold your peace/
This world for some is a will for power,
Perhaps your all in need for a long cold shower/
Stay up late to listen to the radio The Hour Of Power !

No, Heroes Are Not Forgotten in this land of cotton !
We will lift up our head high to look toward the sky/
As a beacon of hope to a hurting worls in need/
Where as other's are just dying to see you bleed,

We will remember John Wayne in this old house of pain/
Bob Marley and The Wailer's,
Ronald Reagan and his awesome plans !
Last but the best Jesus is my man !


Details | Blank verse | |

Fog or Foggers -the best part of waking up

    Fog or Foggers –the best part of waking

A dim brown light with mist emerges with morning
Fog or foggers?
Over the newly tilled soil of the vast field
It awaits the workers 
And their sufferings
Planting beans begins soon
Meanwhile back at the ranch
Tired eyes open
Weary souls awake in bed
Visions of hot coffee stirs them
As a jingle runs in their heads; 
“The best part of waking up
Is going back to sleep”
….So they do.


Details | Light Poetry | |

STAGE MAKE UP

as you hit the bright light
its the stage sight
so  make a pancake
so you won't bake
you where this stuff
its call
STAGE MAKE UP


Details | Light Poetry | |

Got Maury

Got Drama
        Oh Mama

This One Guy
       Don't Pass By


Five Days A Week
       Turn Dial's And Seeks

Not His
  110 % Sure Is

Caught In Act
          With Other In Sack

Control Freaks
     Mothers Who Seek

Out Of Control Teens
  Sometimes Drag Queens

Fifthy Time Liars
       Maury's For Hire


Details | I do not know? | |

Letter From The Unborn

GRANDMOTHER!  Wake up!  
Can’t you hear us crying?
We have no voice, yet we cry!

GRANDFATHER!  Wake up!  
Help us, we’re dying!
You have a choice, yet we die!

So goes the voice of the unborn generation…

Your corruption makes a violent disruption,
Your politicians are bullshit technicians,
Your pollution has no solution,
Your avarice is pervasive and
Your leaders are invasive!

GRANDMOTHER!  Wake up!

GRANDFATHER!  Wake up!

Stop your dismissive sighing!

Fascist federations,
Social degradations,
Despotic arrogations,
Wage slavery plantations,
Patriarchal castigations,
Psychopathic corporations,
Machiavellian machinations,
Oceans full of industrial defecations,
Meaningless fixations on television stations, and your
Diabolical relations in raped and pillaged nations
WILL NOT SUSTAIN THE UNBORN GENERATIONS!


Details | Alliteration | |

House To House

House to house 
A passing, admiring scent

Hold me...we'll pass 
House to house 
You are still apart of me

Hold your horses
Fight the tears
Wipe them away until everything
Clears

House to house
Passing by torment
Do you know the hint?

When time runs out
I wait till some sun
Peaks in this forbidden forest
Tormented by breaking summers

Drenched...on no one's side
Just stay near...beside...abide
We'll stay house to house

Excited by curiosity 
There will be a house for us
At last

A key to joy 
Let us go...explore this terrain 

We'll have a roof
To push aside the rain
To clear our years away

We are definitely here to stay 

House to house
Torment to joy
We are invited
To stay here forever 

At last

Without no guilt
There is no way
That I'm moving
No more

This desire
Ruins me to the core

I'm sure
At last
With my lady friend
And began to tend 
Our wanted life
Without 
Passing 
House to house 
Dealing with passing 
To and fro by searching
House to house 

At last!


Details | Sonnet | |

We Can

Where, are we now, is the question at hand.
How are we to feel, upon this lifetime?
Are we to sit, now do nothing or stand?
Up against evil, as well simple crime,

This country became great, not from money.
From doing the right thing, when needed now,
American life not always sunny,
We have become, to greedy for endow.

Our wants, desires, out grew natural needs.
Things have become more important to all.
We have grown much waste, harvested no seeds.
Forgot about love, betrayed natures call.

March forward; bring back our ancestors plan.
Building country stronger, you know we can.


Written for
Sponsor Paula Swanson 
Contest Name Just poetry 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Angel

Prostitution at midnight, moon shining bright please...solution
Solution to this torture of these children captured into prostitution
Brothels run for brothel keeper's monetary gain... he's no angel
Angel is this little girl who is forced to work in his brothel
Torture is what this child experiences, her youth the allure
Allure of monetary gain causes the brothel keeper to use youth as allure

Ten.. sometimes eight year old, girls kept in pens
Pens.. locked- in.. totally enclosed no light girls age ten
God's wonderful children tortured,heat, dirt..no play
Play for little girls should be everyday for they are God's
Angels are what these children are, we need to be cudgels
Cudgels we should be to defend these children..God's Angels





This is Mirror Sestet poetry...I found this when looking up info on the Mirrored 
Refrain......This is one of those that one needs a thinking cap..


Details | Free verse | |

Flamebuilder

One thing that I wish I could change....  everything
That reminds myself of an arsonist, 
Same fumes which were poisonous, spread like a fire
Scorch the leaves, making it bitter from its dry and heaving roots


Details | Free verse | |

No Task in Speed

Thinking that the ease of walking around is all that is done,
With flirting, chatting, and looking important in their eye,
Ready to start they have ranging expectations in the mind.
Better pay and nothing to do, what a role to have and do,
Quickly found that distance traveled was more then thought.
Quickly found that it was not as easy as others had bought.
Dirtier work and harder a fear began to grow within one.
Speed the only way to handle the changes though oh so wrong.
Speed holds only danger in travels, to more then one.
Speed produced a burn upon the first week of duty.
Speed brought down review standards now him so distraught.
Mentioning in evaluation the danger he would bring about.
Brought out anger and paranoia that his mind did play,
Each new day he is reminded that his new job is different.
Every way he will learn the respect of each new day.
Not a clue he had that in this new job he had responsibility.
Thought all was play and easy, from older peoples ways.
I do not think he will ever know the role he holds in work.
Still raging in speed, he still has not learned any respect.
Will he make the grade or will he be cause of a danger.
Will the next assessment, enrage his paranoia more.
Taking the toll of his demise before someone pays a price.  


Details | Free verse | |

My Business Is Today

Committing myself to action; 
I stopped to put all plans away.

Determined to author my Life's book pages, 
I began the business of today.

I did away with past and future: 
Losses made and profits gained; 
That to lose and this to gain.

With the past already accounted for, 
And future yet to be taken account of; 
It's a waste for me to keep their books -

My business is today 


Details | Light Poetry | |

No Your Not Civil At All

Civility

      Now let's see

               Goverment

                   Mixed messages sent


                                One for all

                                        Who made call ?


                                                   Unfair trades

                                                          Loved ones laid


                                                                      I'm still broke

                                                                                But won't choke


                                                                                                   Civility

                                                                                                             Not for me

                                        


Details | Light Poetry | |

Calculated Traps

To control women
men feel they have
to be weakened,
brought down a few
notches so they can rule,
or at least feel cool,
"Calculated Traps" are set
to get women in compromising
positions, where they are
incapable of making healthy decisions,
Sometimes cheated out of their wordly
possessions, because salacious men have
dishonorable intentions.


Details | Haiku | |

Commercial Look

The city is famed
Stilettos on cobbled street
Glamorization


Details | Free verse | |

Business of a Pen

Is this the business of a pen? 
To drunkenly prod, be prodded to papers,
  an endless stream of albino acquaintances? The life of a slave child, 
  briefly met with brothers in arms
 only to be torn away from plastic home for a life of forced labor. A sorry fate,
  often discarded before its time, before the well is dry and off it goes 
  (to sleep?) beneath landfill sky. A surer destiny, 
   a designed purpose, that which all humans lack on this earth, this side of Jesus Christ.
Tell me, oh lord, of the ordained switch from quills to ballpoints.
Did you lament the gossiping gulls, who ‘doth protest too much’? 
What is even the business of a gull? What would it make of my drunken pen?
A nest, no doubt.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Simple Talk

An ivy league education doesn't necessarily guarantee 
riveting conversation, a person could try to dazzle others with big words
phrases and terminologies, yet, if the person listening was a lay man/woman
he/she would surely think, "What a silly-billy!"
A poor sod who felt he/she had to impress with extravagant words
and language, keeping life simple with poignant phrases and easy words,
creates less confusion and impropriety, folks will know who you are by your style 
and pedigree, there is no need to forge their hands with laudations of verbose
epitaphs.....Intelligence can be conveyed with common sense and  clever laughs.



Details | Prose Poetry | |

Heat

HEAT
WLM/KDW
Wildncrazy555
April 18, 2011

Waiting on the corner
Should we warn her
Of the approaching danger
Like a silent still ranger
She has been caught as a snitch
Out comes the evil, mean witch
We may to her have to slice
Into little pieces we love to dice
With a rock to her neck she will sink
After a while she will begin to stink
And no one will ever know
For through time she will never show
This is a terrible place
 Which has fallen from all of God’s grace 
We hope we may
Live through the day
And hope to always stay
To live another day



Details | Narrative | |

Tax Time Blues

I am all confused about income tax credits 
Now you ask about something called debits? 
This is really driving me insane with a pain. 
Do I get interest at all for capital gains? 
What can I tell you about common stocks? 
Now liabilities and stockholder’s lock box, 
Is this really a case of stretching my brain? 
All this taxes take our money with no gain. 
Balance sheet increase, this just sounds crazy 
Income statement and loss, this is so hazy! 
It feels like my eyes are just filled with grain. 
Thank you the day is done and it was no fun 
Look at this accounting spreadsheet again? 
Help me lord, now I know I’m going insane! 


Comments:  This is a free verse narrative poem.  I had intended to make it a 
sonnet on taxation.  It was written during an income tax accounting class.  Input 
was received from several students.  Some thought it was really funny, and 
others thought it was very serious. It was read by the professor the week before 
finals and was very motivational.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Ebay Auction

He watches the ebay auction
with greed acrossed his face.
I try to get his attention
but he's staring into space.

He just keeps on "refreshing"
the screen with patient care.
It worries me to see him
when he's got that wicked stare.

It's addictive and I know it.
It pulls you in a spell.
You try to get away from it...
but...is it doing well??

Will we reach the reserve?
Does it look just right?
No, I can't come to bed right now...
My auction ends tonight!!


Details | Couplet | |

Congragulations

Excitement is running through my mind at this point,
It is hard to control so much 

When something so honorable,
Happens to come across

For me personally,
It was the proposition

From a contest by,
World Poetry Movement

In which I entered in,
And received a letter back

Stating that my poem,
Had made it to the next level

But that is not all,
Oh no

What's more is that they informed me,
That they were publishing that very poem

In a book titled "Stars In Our Hearts"
Which is to be published in August this year

I hope each and every one who happens to read this,
May read my poem "The Beat of the Heart"

In the book.
Thank You.


Details | Lyric | |

Used

Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds

Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero

Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar

Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top

Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright 
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew

Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high

Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em

Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?


Details | Haiku | |

Work1

- Question
Speech recognition,
It is normal to ask why…
Dark disposition.

- James Bond
Tic toc of the clock,
It is happy hour now…
Shaken not stirred, please.

- Pressure
To many meetings,
Claustrophobia sets in…
It’s time for a break.

- The Man
Work all day, for what?
The days are getting shorter…
Who said work is dumb?

...(Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall)


Details | Rhyme | |

Ideas, Green

Ideas
Trump 
Labor
It pays,
To be creative
Creativity
Is greener
Than the blue
Collar
Work force
Work is work
Physically
Mentally
Just as tiring
Mind’s drain
Body’s pain
All the same
Only contrast
Is the pay
Ideas,
Change the world
Labor builds
Ideas swarm the office
While labor,
Swarms the field
Golden rings
Calluses
Life
Glamorous
Or rugged
Though
Both are honest
Earned
So it may seem
Ideas
Trump 
Labor,
Blue
Ideas,
Make
Green


Details | Didactic | |

Life Of Fleas

            Life Of Fleas

Well, they start out working at the circus
After eggs, bacon and dogs
They become accountants, multiply like crazy
Later they become football players
Famous for the flea flicker and other tricks
Life isn't fair
Life is a flea... and then you marry one
Some marry quickly with ticks
It never lasts.  They have affairs
Then things get a little weird 
They grow beards and move to New York
Work on Wall Street and eat with knives and forks
At fine restaurants, though they have no fingers
And don’t wear cloths
Such things don’t come in their sizes
For exercise some leap tall buildings in a single bound
If their legs hold out
You can find them at the opera
I don’t know why you would want to do that
They are everywhere in flea and tick season
Found in the hair of cats, dogs and at malls
Fleas don’t have names for a reason
And don’t divorce or pay taxes
Life is too short 
They should be deported of course for not working
Clearly not mans best friend 
None have a social security card
Drinking beer, going around naked, hanging out in the yard
With entirely too many friends
It never ends

          


Details | I do not know? | |

Have and the have nots

grabbing at straws the luck of the draw
some live big some live raw
a few like gods on hills of gold
every things fine just do what were told

A man on the corner needs something to eat
money walks by thinks dirty deadbeat
separated so the poor don't offend
at least when your down no need to pretend

late at night at the castle on the hill
a drunken success pops another pill
doesn't talk to his kids doesn't have real friends
his wife loves spending and the hottest new trends

a mother and her children prepare for the meal
what little there is seems so surreal
Everyday she struggles to provide
all she has is love and great strength inside

the driver takes him to the company he owns
he makes money by working others to there bones
always watching for a worker whose down
to remind them hes got the best jobs in town

eight sharp she takes the bus into work
she works for sol ittle just to please some rich jerk
the boss points out maybe its time for some new clothes
hes pays so little cares nothing for what she owes


the girls need braces but theres no way to pay
she smiles real big and says well get em someday
but shes knows she probably wont ever afford
she can barely make rent on her own accord

when he enters his mansion he feels quite alone
a beautiful house but know sign of a home
he decides it be better if workers lost there medical coverage
the company will save and even the overage

two people so very different one thinks hes what most people want to aspire to
the other wonders how long she can hold two sick days she'd be out on the street
the first one is selfish drinks every night avoids his family and lies a lot to
the second is down but will never give up and her children love her she is so sweet

these two people we see everyday I'm willing to bet you may look away
she just doesn't know how to save irresponsible i hear people say
when you see the man in his top notch suit and perfect smile
i hear people say what an outstanding man i like to talk for a while

When i see the man in his thespian role i feel a ting of pity in the heart in the soul
all the money doesn't help him see the person he his the one he could be
when i see the women struggle all day i wonder why we aren't all this way
her strength and courage virtues indeed a path of love is always richer then  one of greed 


Details | Free verse | |

my hired help

Hire me a hitman to teach me the reasons to live life
i am suicidal and need some advice
Hire me a prostitute
to teach me how not to be martyred by my sex life of nasty men
to guide me toward the sanity that there is one out there for me 
and make saints out of these amends to the dead
Hire me a drug dealer
to come into my life to help me recover from dope
an oxymoron of sorts but if we can do it maybe there is hope
Hire me a conman to teach me the importance of truth
a liar of all liars who is desperately seeking my truth
of a secret he would be after only i could tell
Hire me a false prophet
to teach me everything i need to know about living in the present
and the consequences of focusing on every domino that could fall
in all the wrong directions
hire me a soldier
i dont care if its a navy seal
im sure he could teach me all about cowardice
when the threats around me become too real

and on center stage where i seemingly plan to fail to teach life lessons in this 
social experiment
lets see who wins which bets
and which identities stay hidden and which ones become friends
hire me a spy to teach me all about the importance of privacy
as i delve into these peoples lives delving into mine

The threat is real its do or die
this is the scene
and there will be a bribe to be made
for pulling off the perfect crime
it may not be last man standing
perhaps a place to get on the same wavelength
wash away the past
lead the horse to temptation

hire me these people
and a game for them to play where if they work together they share the spoils
and if im successfull they all walk away reborn yet empty handed
but what exactly here is my goal?


Details | Free verse | |

Yuppie Dragons and Paper Mountains

Climb mountains! 
Slay Dragons! 
That's what I did 
When I was a kid 
Now it's too much 
All this grownup stuff 
Amalgamations 
Corporations 
Business-like murder 
          under the guise of merger 
Micro-second chattel battles 
          waged on computer panels 
Flash before my eyes 
In a plate glass high-rise 

Now 

all my mountains are made of paper, and 
all my dragons wear ties


Details | Free verse | |

Slot Machine Romance

Slot Machine Romance

One time a simple flower would have sold me
The sanctuary of roses 
Filling my heart
And the poems of a lover
Would whisper my expectation
And rescue my longings in his strong and protecting arms

Once I would have been a damsel
Courted in the beauty of angels
I would have been his sweetest prize
The only woman of his eyes
I would have been the “all” for which he strived

But now I am fettered by his entertainment
His expensive suit
And priceless mode of transport
This luxury
I sold for the price of love
And money
For my body
And money
For my heart
And money
I sold for the price of love
 
And all my expectation came to nothing
As all my disappointments became so demanding
For no more than my own security
My romance was with this slot machine
And for the money
I sold the price of my love
For the money
I sold my heart
For the money
I stole his life
And sold the price of love






Details | Rhyme | |

April the Fifteenth Blues

I hate it when this deadline comes around, and not all of my information can be found. It is necessary to wait until the last day whenever there is a time I have to pay. Having more than one job is usually nice. When tax time comes, I have to pay the price. I find it difficult for reality comprehension. I really don’t want to file for an extension. Right now, the situation is not too fine. I am missing one of my forms number 1099. What about my third W-2, where is it now? I am going to have to find it somehow. Only facts are accepted by the IRS. They want true information, I cannot guess. The slightest misrepresentation cannot escape detection. My filed form will be a victim of rejection. Yes, it is now that dreaded time. The surroundings I am in are hardly sublime.


Details | Haiku | |

Geisha Advanced Education - Haiku

       Geisha Advanced Education - Haiku

educated young
no song, no dance, no sex, blessed
Jade barks, Geisha laps


Details | Lyric | |

Our Dream

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


Details | I do not know? | |

diamond

The jeweler that would fit my diamond,
On its new gold crown,
Tried to sell me one of his,
As he was sitting down...
Looking through his eye piece,
He would hold it in the light,
As it grabbed a ray of sun,
And made it twice as bright...
He stated that my diamond,
Was a beauty yet was flawed,
And one he had was crystal clear,
Without any marks at all...
I gently took my precious stone,
To put back in my ear,
And told him I was happy ,
That my diamond wasn’t clear...
Because if every ones the same,
You know how they will shine,
But mines reflect its flaws like flames,
So I can tell its mines…
 

 


Details | Rhyme | |

The Truckers Life

When he's been gone too long,
And the days never end.
State after state
He misses his best friend.

He hates to say good-bye.
Too macho to cry.
Gotta pay the bills.
There's no time to kill.

He hugs his wife good-bye,
as his little girls cry.
They miss him so much.
And he misses so much.

First steps. First words.
School days. Birthdays.
The phone's always there.
But it's not the same.

Always alone.
No one to blame.
It's just a job.
A career. A life.

It's all he knows. 
And he misses his wife.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Trillionaire Investor

God created an aura, 
female, African-American, 
stock investor
in the month of July.
Of the ages of twenty-one through twenty-five
she buys ten Real-time Trade Orders 
of stock through The New York Stock Exchange.
She knows to execute and buy Stocks
in the ten companies 
of The Stock Market.
She has Financial Quotes and Securities
in the President and CEO positions.


Details | Rhyme | |

Deal or No Deal

There is one thing I would find quite swell,
I want to be on stage meeting Howie Mandel.
Here I would be making crucial decisions,
while my family and friends are watching their televisions.
There are twenty-six lovely women in their places.
Each one holds varying dollar amounts in their cases.
What if such a fantasy were real?
The banker calls Howie to increase the deal.
Let’s get all those low values out of the way.
Howie let me be on your show today.


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm So Broke I Can't Pay Attention

Good Golly
     Miss Molly
Lord's Done
        Miracle Spun
Lost Faith
     With Wait

Got Down
  Uttered Sound

Check Arrived
      Came Alive

Uncle Sam
       You  Da Man



Tribute To The
U.S. Postal Service

Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's 
Believe In Miracles Contest


Details | Couplet | |

He Got His Life Back

Tainted Oilman Hayward, geologist-in-chief
Oddly opined amidst deep misery and grief 

He said the oil spill would have a modest impact
Did not want the “small people” to over-react

Yachtsman saw a “tiny” leak in the “big ocean”
Wanted to stop the oil spill, without commotion

Did not grasp the urgency of the Gulf Coast plight
Until the president said you will “make it right”

Then, he agreed the spill caused “massive disruption”
Touched his own life, with a massive interruption 

Frustrated Hayward said he wanted his life back
While oil spill victims tried to keep their lives on track

His self-serving words invoked disbelief and wrath
Spread swiftly and portended his demotion path

After facing lawmakers on Capitol Hill
Hayward flew to London for a yacht racing thrill

Gulf Coast residents became extremely upset
They could not relax while the oil was still a threat!

Rebuked and scorned in each befuddled Gulf Coast town
The embattled yachtsman was ordered to stand down

Hayward got his life back, in a timely fashion--
More free days to pursue his yacht racing passion


Details | Free verse | |

It's So Intoxicating {End Line Word}

fly above fruited grains my feathered ------- Friends
dip dive encircle the sun's orbage ------------- Don't
lusterious valleys and mountaintop ranges  --  Let
forbidden flights go un captured by other winged --- Friends
document footage of their performance ------- Drive
dedicated knowing their feeling a tad -----      Drunk




Tribute To Friends


Entry For Dana Ann Smith-Johnson's
End Line Words Contest


Details | Crystalline | |

GAS GUZZLERS

Accidents are facts of life,sadly

but were you not to steward me ?



Inspired by Raul's contest photo and Gen 1:28-30


Details | Quatrain | |

MAMA WAS UNSURE OF A CURE

   MAMA WAS UNSURE OF A CURE

Just like life my dreams always end for me
Another day to fake what they want me to be
Put on a tie or don a pair of old blue jeans
Yet I don’t know what my dreams or my life really means

It’s been difficult to understand why I survive
And I know not where and when I will arrive
So I run to my mother and I ask her for advice
And she says “son, too oft life is lived for a price”

“but mama,” I beg, “how great is that cost,
because as of now I feel totally lost?”
She couldn’t  answer that query without mitigation
And she didn’t want to give me any false information

Where I am headed is a question only fate can reveal
And I know what you sow you will reap and that is for real
Reality is something I’ve tried to avoid for far too long
But then I say “my mama couldn’t have been wrong”

So as sure as tomorrow I will probably awake
With no black tie affairs nor parties to partake
Because I know not how they want me to act
All I know is there have been too many of life’s answers I’ve lacked
          © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Deadly Plastic

If you want to make your life difficult and hard, just pay for all your buys with a credit card. If you use Visa, Master Card, Discover, and American Express, you will soon be burdened with debt and distress. Those companies are going to demand their payment once you receive their monthly statement. There will be high interest rates you will have to pay. They grow and accumulate with each passing day. Making minimum payments can take many years. Bankruptcy and collections will be among your fears. Yes, many big hardships are what you may encumber if you use that mean plastic with a many-digit number. So think before you buy with that deadly plastic. Your economic outlook will not be so drastic.


Details | Free verse | |

Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


Details | I do not know? | |

To be the King

I Know I got what it takes to be the king
All the hardship, went from shiny to tarnished but still I’m me
Never flip flop’n call me offensive Cochran I can score wit D.
I soar to the occasion ready for war and I’m blaze’n like a G
Ready for the creep for any pretend men thinking they a beast in the east
I hold down my town the DYT, getting money buildin’ up the DYT.
Like a king supposed to be, take a tour explore with me
I’ll show you the side where we abide by the G code they supplied to me
Breed wit the heart of a winner; forgive a sinner who’ll ride like me
With the intent to prevent us with live’n in the system
Body of a young gunner think logic like an old runner and I got some wisdom
I know I’ll win some miss some, cruise some lose some but I’m never done
I posse what it takes to be now and next, come out the block’s like a vet, finish 
and be know as  the best.
Even a judge couldn’t object to my runnin’s to be the king now
Just look and screen my background to see what I’ll bring now
Leadership to lead a clique to the top of the food chain
Not greedy with my cheese or chip’s cause I know how food change
Stand up type, never run type go hard or go home a “demand mine’s” type
It takes a man’s mind right to revive the hive so the workers is workin’ right
My experience appears in my appearance you see it in my eyes and in my voice when 
you hear it.
When I broke the mold, the angels were told to rejoice and sing
The dawning of a new era I know what its takes to be the King


Details | Narrative | |

Forgive Me Father

Into the darkness,
where eyes can't see,
only voices crying,
"what is happening to me."
"Is anyone out there,
where daylight dwells,
do you have an answer,
does anyone care?"
Paper stacked up,
with no value at all,
vaults with guards,
behind these walls.
The forgotten word,
from somewhere within,
forgive me Father,
for I know I have sinned.


Details | Epic | |

Against All Odds

Despite all limitations, I want to make a name for my self, even in Hollywood, California.
Despite all of the odds stacked against me, I'm 100% living proof. Every time I tend to
take a challenge like making good grades in school and talking to girls, I never backed
down from a real challenge life has given me. I even had a lot of nerve for entering
poetry contests, standing in front of a crowd, and attempting to become famous. I'd rather
defy all of the odds and make all of the liars and the phonies out of these so-called
"nay-Sayers" than letting people step on and taking advantage of me. I will do, whatever
it takes, to make sure that I make it in the poetry business and the movie business in New
York City and Hollywood, California. And despite me having autism, mild MR (mental
retardation), and OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder), I will make it to the top and rise
among the rest. I will have the world in my hands, and I will help the ones who have all
of the odds and limitations against them. If everybody is able to follow their dreams,
with God, there are no limitations, not on Earth. With all of the odds and all of the
limitations stacked against me, I will fight them, and I'm going to win. When life hands
you a lot of lemons, you make plenty of lemonade, and when the going gets tough, the tough
go antiquing.


Details | Senryu | |

You've Been Chopped

fine tuned precision
mandolin wheels slicers ect
you've been chopped - goodbye




Tribute To Fine Foods


Entry For 
Matt Caliri's 
The Job Contest


Details | Cinquain | |

Winter Bites

Winter
Night's long and cold
Frost sets in, prices soar
Deep slumber of hibernation
Snowfalls


Details | Haiku | |

Love of Money

sitting at the bar
sweet desire an untamed fire~
tender smiles for tips






Details | Free verse | |

The City

Everywhere you look there are skyscrapers,
Everywhere around you there is noise,
Everyone around you is busy,
Everywhere you turn there are people,
Daily traffic swallows the highways,
The sidewalks are flooded with people,
construction workers and buisness poeple,
GO through with this everyday.
The sound of cars honking is constant,
Along with the pattern of footsteps,
people with always come and go,
As they pass throug the difficult city.
It always seems as if you are in a dream,
Where everything just passes you by,
And the, finally, when the day is done,
You feel as if it hasn't even come yet.
The city is tiring, busy and loud,
It where everyone seems to be,
The city might be the perfect place for you,
But it's not for me.


Details | Rhyme | |

Gasoline or Food

Gasoline or food is what I have to decide. My feelings about this subject I cannot hide. Another summer is driving the gas prices high. Monetary complacency is something I can deny. I have to get away for the summer from this dump. However, it costs too much to fill up at the pump. I would like to buy gas, but now I am hungry. Do any of you out there feel the same as me?


Details | Rhyme | |

WORKPLACE BLUES

There's not enough coffee for more than 2 per day.
There' not enough ink in my pen and it's only  8 a.m.
There is no time for friendly conversation with so much work to do.
I'm having another Monday -  and today is Thursday - sounds like another case of 
Workplace Blues.

Overslept and my meeting is at 9.
Got a pink slip because my meter ran out of time.
Walked around all day with unmatched shoes - this is a classic case of 
Workplace Blues.

Just got the news that my paycheck is short a dollar or 2.
Just got a call - the boss is looking for me and you.
Just want this day to begin again. 
Someone just asked, "Is it the weekend?
I need to escape the Workplace Blues.

Today is the day of my 25th year.
They found out I'm old and grey and need to retire from here.
I'm dressed in my very best and even have a smile that's new.
I'm finally retired from the Woprk place Blues.
No work! Now what will I do?


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rich, Poor Woman

You see her from afar
And know her well
She’s that old lady
With the cigarette and unwashed smell
She sits on the floor
A cardboard sheet for her body
Deep-set bags under her blue eyes
Her clothes now grey and shoddy

You turn up your nose
As the stench draws near
She claws at her diseased skin
She was once beautiful and fair
Her hair is now white and matted
Her wide smile disappeared,
Her belongings have been stolen,
But this woman is revered

For with the simplistic natural eye,
You see that she is a no one
The lowest form in society
As all her loved ones have gone
Yet with the Spiritual eye
She is pure royalty, a noble
Yes she is homeless,
But daily she goes before His throne

She is a child of the Most High
Yet people who pass may not see
The business people and children ignore her,
But she is kneeling before His feet
She prays to her Saviour
He hears her soft-spoken prayer
Those who pass make up stories about her, 
Their noses in the air

So before you judge this woman,
On the street homeless and poor,
She already has answered to Jesus
Yet He’s still knocking at your door…

Knock, knock
Who’s there?…





N.B. Just a general poem about the homeless and how you do not know their 
story; where they have been and maybe who they once were and that despite 
their image, they may not be what you expect. But this is based on the 
juxtaposition of a homeless saint versus money-mad business persons.


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy

        What is happy but an imaginary world where butterflies and faries 
occasionally fly around. What is happy but a star that you must wish upon to come 
around. How can you justify happy is it the way you smile and the way you pretend 
even though your not. You can feel it through your bones it's like a strange energy 
letting go. Suddenly you feel like holding your head up high, confidence is rising 
and the mood is set for you to fly high. A little bird traveling far from it's nest 
the reason is because everything is changing. It's not like before when hiding away 
was what was worth living for. Everything you do is like another experience and you 
try to go far away from where you usually travel. Sometimes you have to do it alone 
sometimes you can't there are friends who help you along the way and no you can't 
be afraid. It's life and it takes a strong person to be happy without any influeneces of 
the body. It's life and I don't need any man to make me whole it's my start and I will 
finish weather I am together or alone. It's life and though I may tremble it's me who 
will get up from the ground and dust myself off. I won't let anyone take the one thing I 
have been praying for away from my soul. Happy. It's where I want to be, it's what I am 
now. Happy all my dreams are in reach and I am glad that I can finally say it out loud. 
Happy from far away you can tell by the way I laugh at my mistakes, happy and I will 
continue to smile unless the devil decides to take it away from me. But for now I can 
honestly say that happy is what happy does and I am happy I can say it loud and hope 
that it doesn't jinx my current state.


Details | Didactic | |

PUT SOMETHING IN THE BAG

as a little child whenever my mother and I went to the store
she would give me that lecture which I had to endure
"don't ask for nothing, don't touch nothing, be quiet and always stay near"
but as a child in a store this I did not wish to hear
eventually I would come to ask,"can I please put something in the bag?"

the marketing and business strategies of the advertising companies
are specifically designed to target the young demographic entity
sell to the youth, appeal to the young, make it fashionable for the teens
make them put something in the bag so the cash register can go cha-ching

but life is more than the lastest pair of jeans you want to style
it's about putting something in the bag that is worthwhile
a college degree, a scholarship, your faith in the Lord Christ
it's time to put something in the bag that will bring meaning to your life

to put in the bag the Gospel of Peace
and not those new Air Jordan's on your feet
to be outfitted in the Breastplate of Righteousness
and not the lastest Baby Phat designer dress
to pick up the Spirit of the Sword
and not that car you can barely afford
it's time to put something precious and special in the bag
and no longer to gravitate towards expensive designer rags

so put something in the bag, the bag that is your life
it's time to get the greatest gift and that is the Gospel of Jesus the Christ


Details | I do not know? | |

Do it?

I look out my window and see the glowing lights of my city.

I gaze up at the night sky and yes it's quite pretty.

I find myself daydreaming about the finer things in life.

Then I think what's the point in life?

I mean there's this city with its' beautiful lights, but am I going be stuck here for 
the rest of my life?

No, I refuse!

As a black male am I stuck to just the "ghetto" life?

No, I'm going choose!

I walk through the streets of D.c past the cops and they frown.

Just 'cause simple-minded children act a fool that's my age with no hope in life 
cause drama do they see the same in me?

I wondr if I wear a business suit will they frown on me?

Do money make people not care 'bout my race?

Do a business suit change the color of my face?


Details | Imagism | |

just draggin by

working while sick
can,t seem to breave
don,t  know how long i can tick
boss won,t let me leave

just want to get the day done
afraid to go home
might just get the boot
instead of loot
if i can,t hang in
 for another ten


Details | Free verse | |

Testicular pain

internet doctor
these are my symptoms
This is everything wrong with me
a list of complaints i have noticed
hoping there is something i can do
to bring back my health
and hopefully pull through

Lists of complaints
everything i can think of wrong with me
from my backpain and insomnia
to the shortness of breath
the throbbing in my right testicle

Stress isn't the proper word
but it does go along with my depression
constantly itchy
loss of interest in everything
nauseas from time to time

Nervous breakdown maybe
five months ago
now spiritually impoverished
feeling like i can't take anymore
however the voice in my head tells me i'm gonna be fine

hyperventalating out of boredome
the constant obsession of trying to make sense
out of the confusion

Internet doctor
i'm sure there must be one
a list of physical ailments
just don't take this on unless your ready to realise
i have everything wrong

Herpes New year
Mental health Industry
dirty blood on the wall of a crime scene
medicated to slow down my OCD thinking
Testicular pain
the depression coming back
guilt feelings and regret for a life of being wrong
hard on myself for everything
driven to drink
and wanting to self medicate
dual diagnosis would be a blessing to me
and i would't be able to function on all the different prescriptions
you try to prescribe me

pills for stress
pills for my blood
pills for my heart
pills for my thoughts
pills for the rash
pills for my moods
and now i have testicular pain living in a town with dirty water
they say its not the water doctor
but before you cut my junk off
can i ask you a question
do you think it was the pills?

I dont see the point anymore
suffering is soo much better
im sure eventually you will sell me suicide
to make yourselves feel better


Details | Rhyme | |

Blood Diamonds

A stone so beautiful
The gem of gems
This carbon icon
A girls best friend
 
In many a place mined
All legal and right
To be marketable
To be pretty in sight
 
On our Jewellery do we wonder
Where ours come from
Is this splendid stone
From a war torn wrong
 
Most are credited
From a reliable source
But when it comes to money
Many mined by force
 
The Kimberley Process was put in place
To audit diamonds, and to trace
As for the many souls, who lose their lives
What a price to pay, for Blood Diamonds
 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Shot at the Top

Select one for industrialization
Offer time and effort to management
Keep openness relevant to your life
Seize the job created just for you
And work creates interesting highlights
Giving hope and peace to those who achieve
At levels higher than the norm
Feelings go good with open hearts
Take the joy into your soul
May the occupation never crease your heart
May your very being live in comfort
For the heavens wants management
To give you a shot at the top

Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? | |

work

this is a place where i can find time to rhyme

organize each line and claim that each is mine

when im bored i can write, in the light, of the monitor

liquid crystal plasma attacks like asthma

I'm awake in the day, work with no play

bored in a way that the brain cant weigh

my mind goes numb and i start to say:

"I cant live this way but there's things i gotta pay."

"Bills, meals, craigslist deals..."

"Insurance payments, I wish that I was famous."

Then I realize that we all gotta work

Stay busy stay busy supervisors lurk

and I realize that work brings peace

No work no work roaming the streets

so this is my rant while im at work bored

stay at work, work it out, dont pull out the cord

no work builds, then the bills you cant afford. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Blue Collar Blues

I ain't got no money,
But I work my butt off,
Every single day.
I work so I can have a place to stay
All of the time, 
I work to get half of your dimes,
That you drop when you go down to flop.
Unlike you I never have time to watch the clock.
I got a degree that I don't use,
Because of the negligent leaders that you choose.
Unskilled labor aids the campaign.
You talk about me,
But you don't care to know my name.
I got skills:
But I have to pay the bills.
I want to be like you and cruise on a yacht.
I'm building what you bought.
I'm putting your house on a lot.
I'm scrubbing your pots.
I'm working as an indentured servant.
Hoping that I get what I'm deserving,
But for the time being: I'm slaving,
Dancing to my homemade tunes,
Complaining to colleagues, who are 
also on their knees praying for life
To get better, Singing strongly the 
Blue Collar Blues.

written 9-5-04
while still a college studenta


Details | Concrete | |

ONLY TIME MARCHES ON

I can remember the year nineteen forty nine.
Mom would takes us kids to main street,
to shop at the five and time called
WOOLWORTH.
Mom said you can always get your money worth ,shopping at WOOLWORTH.

 At the end of MAIN STREET,was a drive in picture show.
For a few dollars the entire family could go.
We watch movies from dush till dawn.
Now all that is gone,and only time marches on.

At the very start of MAIN STREET,where we did our grocery shopping.
There was a  grocery store that was called A and P.
For ten dollars a week,you could feed your entire family.

I can still remember the deli clerk.
HIS eyes were as big as hamburg patties.
HE was built like a pot belly stove.
and HIS fingers were like cucumbers.
HE had a smile as long as a country mile.

I am getting older,and some things I have forgot.
But I can still remember the A and P,before it  became a parking lot..

WOOLWORTH,DRIVE IN ,A and P are stores of my past.
These stores were not meant to last.
Now they are all gone,and only time marches on.

There is stores that as come and gone,that you may recall
 Not on your local MAIN STREET,but at a giant shopping mall.

New stores will come and old stores will soon begone.
Just like our LIFE.
The only thing is for certain is that time marches on.


Details | I do not know? | |

a innocent man

Listen to me,
                         See reality for what it be,at times a mans mind need to be set free
giving the fact,their's so much on his back,that's why a good woman is needed
to keep him on track, no matter how hard he fight, destiny don't seem to do him 
right,but still he keeps on hoping, praying, fighting to stay strong,if he's granted 
one wish, send him where he belongs, not to be exiled and left along, as God 
is my witness, I will move on, for what they charged me with is wrong,  
I offered my friendship not my home, woman hurt me in the past, but they all are 
gone, what is left is a innocent man who needs not to be alone.


Details | Free verse | |

Number Nine (Nonet)

Sixty-three divided by seven
Four squared plus two and minus nine
Square root of sixteen plus five
Square root of eighty-one
Three squared plus zero 
Ten minus one
Six plus three 
Three threes
Nine!



Comments:  dedicated to the mathematical wizards who would like to write a 
nonet poem, this is your chance.   This is a very understandable way to write a 
nonet. A nonet poem has nine lines, with the first line containing nine syllables, 
the second line eight, the third seven, then six, next five, then four and so until the 
last and ninth line has one syllable. The nonet poem may be written about any 
subject, and rhyming is optional. Start with a topic sentence and work it down live 
a funnel. It should be deductive and inductive.


Details | Free verse | |

The Choice is Yours

Choose ye this day...
Whether you make the right choice 
Or the wrong choice,
The choice is still yours.
And the choices you make 
Will chart your course in life.
Bad choices may give instant gratification
But will render undue suffering.
Right choices cause rejoicing 
And yield reward at their completion.
Wrong choices produce consequences,
Terms of sentences and judgments-
Like "She should've..." or "Why did he..?"
And then "I would've..." or "I could've..."
Still we don't want anyone telling us what to do.
We feel so grown.  We think we are mature.
Mature people know the difference 
Between good and evil.  Good and evil?
If we were as mature as we think,
Our decisions would not bring such sorrow,
Such debt, such bondage, and such thoughts  
As "I wish I could go back... to undo..."
So we are left marking time...
Until our sentences are over.
But we can break out of this prison,
If we will listen.
Come, let us reason together.
There is a voice, a guide; 
She's not a dictator.  He's a gentleman.
He is spiritual, and she can judge all things.
He himself is judged of no man,
And she comes with freedom of speech.
He comes with choice words
To persuade, convict, reprove, 
To encourage and direct...
They are masters in disguise,
Servants sent to be helpful, not controlling,
So the choice is still yours.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Blank Spaces

Ages have passed in a matter of moments, imputable spells cast by one-eyed 
wizards and inapt sages, a garden of thorns has blossomed in a field of stone; 
broken is the plow by which the farmer lay, uncultivated are the best of the crop, 
but treacherous are the ones effortlessly manipulated; Comatose is the white 
light which arrives too late, always choosing to  ride a wind that never blows, 
Around the picture can be flipped, but even right side up it still might be upside 
down; Learning can never be bad but believing you know it all will set you afire 
and leave you unaware you are burning


Details | Free verse | |

Dogcatcher and the Dog

Can animals regret?
If so, I know what this one is thinking:
‘If only I’d ran the other way -
If only I’d not stopped at that hydrant..’
Somehow I think he knows,
he understands that his number is up.
For who want a mangy mutt like this?
Surely he is good for nothing but trouble...
Yet I can’t shake this thought, staring into his eyes;
it’s not right, what I do.
What gives me the right to lock him up? 
For all I know, I may be a dog one day...
But of course everyone knows dogs can’t feel.
And I’ve a family to feed, things to buy.
Once again I harden my heart - no regrets.


Details | Free verse | |

The Butler Made Me Do It

Where shall I go ?

             What shall I do   ?


                 Frankly      

                My  Dear
           
     I  Don't   Give   A    Dam


For I am  Gone With The Wind
In search of that Rhett Butler
Other Girls Can Dream Too LOL





Tribute To Great Movies


Details | Free verse | |

Last Dayz

Wha could i say livin i these last in dayz,
I feel like i seen it all i'm no longer amaze ,
This situations tragic, 
Magic Johnson  must of knew magic,
Cause he ain't got  A.I.D.S
And i know he had it, 
And the cghick that passed it still takes a tablet,
So know i walk lke this is my last day on the planet,
 I write like these are  my last words,
The last of What i draw for the Cameras,
Now you can se mind,
S H I NE S,
The more i write the more bright,
The more you listen,
The closer the closer you getting,
 To words that you say in the wind,
Feel them  like sun rays on you skin,
Yoou mind as well bask in it,
 This might be the last of it,
Cause the sun's done,
The went out with the trash,,
thatsa how it is for living in famine
The sun aint shinning, 
There water fallng out sky,
Oh no thats water in my Eye, 
Im crying, trying to stop they  ^ss from dying, 
Save they ^ss from frying, 
I told em keep putting that work in,
Never stop trying,
Even though somtimes you feel like breaking downand crying,
Just like an orphan thanking G o d they wasnt aborted keep walking


Details | Narrative | |

Our Right

Under the vines,
of heavy ruins,
comes much regret,
of other's doings.
Give it away,
just spend, spend, spend,
when it's all gone,
what then.
Borrow more,
get on your knees,
they are probably tired,
of our many needs.
Foolish, and carefree,
falling fast,
many told them,
this can't last.
Blind as bats,
and dumb as dirt,
now look at the people,
they have hurt.
Things change fast,
just blink your eyes,
and cover your ears,
here comes more lies.
Clean fresh air,
is what we need,
let goodness prevail,
exit the greed.
We can do it,
we know what's right,
we must speak up,
that is our right.
If money could talk,
of where it's been,
another nightmare,
begins.


Details | Free verse | |

Dying For A Dead End Job

Living from day to day,
Trying to make life a better day.
Doing the best you can,
To keep food on your plate,
And cool air from your fan.

Bettering yourself ,
The only way you know how.
Constantly wiping,
The sweat from your brow.
Satisfying the same rude boss 
And customers working so hard,
To not let them get the best of us.
Crying out to your family at home,
Because you and your colleagues 
Don’t get along.

Going home to answer the phone.
Finding yourself, doing the same 
Things at work as you do at home.
The same old job that causes you
To prematurely age  can’t  pay
You more than minimum wage.
While at home watching your T.V.,
Hoping and dreaming, to have a crib
Like a celebrity, you hope to have a
Chandelier like theirs. Then you look up
At your raggedy light fixture. Getting the
Blurry image of you sitting in an old beat
Up chair.

You’re thinking, “Hey, I work every day.”
“I work very hard, and I can’t even get 
My job’s credit card.” “What can I do?”
“I can do nothing but sit here and sob.”
“My health in success is failing, all 
Because I’m dying for a dead end job.”

wrote in college while
sick of retail work
(2003-2004) somewhere in that time


Details | Sonnet | |

The Handy Man

The handy man is always available by my night or day.
I’m being stringent to say my very least to his very best.
All potential clergymen are put through his trickery test
Oh my God at these odds and ends his mind dare weigh.
 
He is intricately susceptible in light seeking a pardoned way,
He overcomes the homeliest just by his daily authentic quest.
In about a day or two will come his much timely needed rest!
Estranged in a time of several times where his mind did stray.
 
Caught up in clouds he drifts yet further away slicing thin.
Pondering many thoughts per milliseconds flood his gates.
Consuming ideas overwhelm his deep words drawn within.
He forms heaps of potential until he himself smears slates.
 
Single handedly he comes with his charts already mapped with my plan!
After all, he is quite elaborate when I exclusively need my Handy Man!


Details | Ballad | |

The God's of Greed

Pinnacles rise calling their name
Letters on an index they became
At one time ethics reigned
The slaves had value in some past day
Cast aside no longer having a place till his grave
The God’s finding cheaper more willing slaves
More riches for them to plunder 
Gold for them to save
A new land to take
Humanity they forsake
The God’s of Greed always thunder
That is not their fault that mankind suffer
That any man can be a God of Greed
Provided he serves only his own need
And use the slaves for what they be
Pawns in chess game
Played by the God’s of Greed.



Details | Acrostic | |

All It Takes

Could all it take is 
A single person to 
Realize a twinkling star
Over the Milky Way, near the 
Little Dipper or Orion's
Belt to become
Recognized by some
Others who gaze in a 
World and sky
Near my own?  Thanks for looking.


Details | Free verse | |

Your Money's Worth

Where a bargain is not a play on words;
I grip the cart eager to seek discounted goods,
Beautifully arranged on tin shelves.

Smiles around every corner;
Down every aisle a satisfied person.
A deal on every item, leaving the store by the bagful.

A much needed change of pace;
Weaving up and down the unforgettable
Joy that is the dollar store.


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Telus

I am more aware than the average person
that your business revolves around giving everybody bad credit
even if you can afford the 900 dollar phone bills
for not using your phone
they will get their outrageous monies owed
or its bad credit for you

What an amazing way to bring down a whole society
i always thought it was an interesting weapon
considering the drug dealers using them
are the only ones able to afford such high bills

Con the youth to purchase one of your plans
a payment method that sounds doable
then your blown right out of the water
money you dont think you owe
well pay it or get bad credit for 7 years
what a bold weapon upon society you have
taking the nation down
almost single handedly

And your customers complain
gripe and groan
grin and bear it
but this has gone on too far
your cell phone scam is a weapon
and you are destroying people with your lies
everyother person in the world has bad credit because of you telus

how friendly is that?

i have yet to meet one person
that hasn't gone to buy your product
and then spend 7 years of their life with their bad credit trying to pay you off
Taking down a society by contracts
contracts where you lie
my bill should be 45 dollars a month
i'm lucky if im not paying 225

bad credit for 14 years telus
i know im just a number to you
but if you are soo friendly as you say you are
we are gonna get close my friend
I have soo many issues with your bogus company
you are a weapon telus
and you just destroy everyone in your path
7 years bad luck for signing up with your contract
then 7 more years after that
you have turned my entire life into a prison sentence
and there is no way out of it
no point in paying my bill
you would just lie about that

the money would get lost in the mail
or you would cut me off
If i had it my way
I'd go find the telephone pole i bought unknowingly
and cut it down and take it back

with bad credit you can't go anywhere
and it's really hard to find a place to rent
i was homeless because of a telus bill
so drop your friendliness act
i know an enemy when i encounter one
and i have no time for someone who call sthemselves a friend
and treats me like crap


Details | Rhyme | |

Conflicting Emotions

Conflicting emotions, twirl inside of me, emotions or anger, rage pain and 
insanity
Crying out for release, wondering when it will cease, this raging beast of 
conflicting emotions, no love potions, up and down on an emotional roller coaster
Feelings of helplessness and despair, am not aware of the many hats that 
I have to wear
Doing what I need to do to survive, just barely alive, does not understand the
contrivance of man, or woman, the sinister appearance of a friend, til the bitter 
end
Spread vicious lies and deceit, anger and hurt does not retreat, as I shake
my head in the sadness of despair
Do they care or have to bear the scars of the conflicting emotions, that are
left behind
Anger and rage barely un-controlled, trying to maintain a measure of composure,
exposure to the unbridled truth
Your varnished perception of the truth, may not be truth at all, but it's your call,
to help the fall, or downfall as it were to dissent, because you feel inferior
The hallowed walls of interior, the grappling to make yourself feel better, because
of your inadequacy, you'd have people believe that you are honest and true

Truth not in you, and you have no soul, that's why you are not whole,
and complete within yourself
To make you a better you, you try to be the un-doing of me, a portrayal of 
insufficiency
But I will never give in to the conflicting emotions, swirling around like a 
ravaging ocean
What you tried to do to me, knock me to my knees, and have me plead
trying to break me, while you do you, will never hold true, and you will one 
day rue, what you have spun together in your web of lies
I will not cry, nor will I die, I'll hold my head up high

You can never be the un-doing of me, You can never rattle my faith or shake my 
integrity, the way that you have thrust out your hand against me, you cannot
touch me, cause I am whole and you cannot touch my soul
For there is a power higher than you, and you will never break thru
The old adage still forever holds true, and you will one day know,
That  you will always reap what you sow


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Productive words

Thee floor In Mourning what a dust Is this
Neated niceness with cleaning wealth
With powdered mica, coal and seamy
A dust to mine, a dust of pleasureness
Poetic moment sweeping up where
Therely It's Darkness Inhabited bye wonders of Creation and finish
Sweeping In the Season of work
Magic broomed sweeping words
Such dustness stay sententious played
Whence sweeping I truely Industrious bliss Night and soon I heard
A breeze Wind It did not come anear;
A dream It victory shook the table
Around,around, flew each sweet sound
Like one, that on a lonesome Ocean
in the brief dust and light
Develop a Flower that smiles toDay
Tomorrow dies passions all that we
Wish to stay of unreflecting love! _
Then on the precipices of the wide
World I write alone, and pray
Till I Name and Fame says realms adream inside indwellness hous productive words.


Details | Epigram | |

FAME

Success
in life today,
is but a fleeting pause--
no more than a few days 'twixt two
Sundays.


Details | Rhyme | |

Buy My Book

Buy my book.
It will help you and your children.
It’s flowing with wisdom and knowledge.
It helps grade levels from elementary to college.
When you read it, 
You’ll want to take more than a second look.
Take my advice,
It will change your life.
Buy my book.



written 1-14-10

You can purchase my book, School Days, Holidays, And All Days That Lie Between by 
myself, Ms. Nicole S. Brown, on this website, www.createspace.com/3405756. Thanks for 
supporting me!


Details | I do not know? | |

a innocent man

Listen to me,
                         See reality for what it be,at times a mans mind need to be set free
giving the fact,their's so much on his back,that's why a good woman is needed
to keep him on track, no matter how hard he fight, destiny don't seem to do him 
right,but still he keeps on hoping, praying, fighting to stay strong,if he's granted 
one wish, send him where he belongs, not to be exiled and left along, as God 
is my witness, I will move on, for what they charged me with is wrong,  
I offered my friendship not my home, woman hurt me in the past, but they all are 
gone, what is left is a innocent man who needs not to be alone.


Details | Rhyme | |

Life's Considerations

We all have bad days, in so many different ways.
Could it hurt to be polite, when in public sight?
Choosing, field of service, you shouldn’t be nervous.
When in the public eye, you should not sigh.

Say yes sir and yes ma'am, not words like ****.
Cursing shows no dignity, showing others indignity.
Those who lack the skills should head for the hills.
Those with no better tool should have listened in school.

If learning you lacked, you should have been whacked.
Civility is showing kindness, not your soul’s blindness.
If politeness you cannot give, then your heart is a sieve.
So learn some self-respect, courtesy will be the affect.


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$weet Lady

Three years She grew In Rainbow and
Shower then Nature said A lovelier flower On Earth was
Never sown this moment I to myself will take She shall
Be mine and I will make a sweet Lady of my own myself
Will to my darling be both law and impulse:and With
Me the Girl In my World of Stars In time and Heaven
In Wind and there shall feel an overseeing power to kindle
Or restrain She shall be poetic as the fawn that wild with glee
Across the lawn or up the Mountain Springs; and Hers Shall be
The beautiful balm, And Hers the silence and the calm of poetry insensate
Things the floating Clouds their state shall lend to Her for
Her the willow bend nor shall She fail to look even
In the motions of thee art grace that shall mold the Moon of Midnight
Many a secret Palace where rivulets dance their wayward round and beauty
Born a Poet.


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Shadows of Blood (My Secret Sin)

I've traveled this path
Suffering the consequences of my lords wrath
Yet I won't stumble
My passion to susceed I refuse to fumble
Squint my eyes to see through the battles of love
But all I see is my reflection in the shadows of blood
I'm thankful for this 
You have blessed and bestowed  on me 
The comfort and warmness that have grown on me 
And right before I rest my thoughts
"Our father which art in heaven"
I now know why your favorite number is seven
I hold my fists, my fingerprints, my palms
Only for a touch of passion from your thumb
Yes I'm the youngest born of nine children
The only curse born outside the walls of Kilborne
And exactly who is the chosen one
Could it be the only idiots barechested opposing a gun
Fame is something you, yourself adore
A place to smile, be happy 
With jagged and jaded thrills is something I'd die for 
I'm that raisen in bitter bread
That single sin 
That came from those that were innocently fed 
Mrs. Brown, you have killed my future
Everything I worked and hurt for
Even if I was a peasant, I couldn't beg for more
I'm curious to know
How do you sleep at night
Your only objective now is to feed the fight
Swallow this poisonous seed built from your guilt 
And lie bleeding in the night


Details | Narrative | |

Who Can We Trust

This day in time,
I am never surprised,
at the troubles we encounter,
from deceit, and lies.
One person's actions,
can make others see,
riches can be gathered,
by planting bad seeds.
Can't get enough,
their wants never end,
although their actions,
are considered great sins.
Who will pay,
for this greed, and lust,
the list is getting longer,
of people we can't trust.


Details | Lyric | |

Remove Tension

How much you can eat?
Over eating is a defeat,
You can’t work for long,
Your tommy is as a bowl.

How much you can smoke?
Lungs can’t pay hard walk,
Do you want to live in dirt?
Why is your mind so blurt?

How much you can drink?
Normality can looses its link,
What do you want to learn?
If alcohol has reversing burn.

Eat it what do you want?
Keep fit to climb a mount,
Life isn’t so easy to live,
All is short if you have.

Use it what do you want to use?
Keep distance if you can’t refuse,
Dirty things has a painful lesson,
A life can’t wear all fashion.

If a mistake is a cost of Life,
Before to admit ask your wife,
You and she has a share,
Find a way what is fair?

How long a man can carry?
Overload has much worry,
Do you want to remove tension?
Use your mind that a lesson.


Details | Didactic | |

Zaphnathpaaneah (Part II)

(The Mockery)

Come lie with me,
For none is within the house but me and thee.
I take hold of thine garment,
So draw near to me and kiss me.
No!  I will flee fornication and get me out!
Ha!  Ha!  Ha!  Thinkest thou hast behaved thyself wisely?
Thy garment is within my hand.

Men!  Men!
Potiphar has brought an Hebrew to mock us.
He came in to me to lie with me,
But I cried with a loud voice, and he ran out.
Yet, his garment he left with me,
Until his lord come home.

Oh Potiphar!  My Potiphar!
The Hebrew servant which thou hast brought to us
Cam in unto me to mock me:
And I lifted up my voice and cried,
That he left his garment with me 
And he fled out.

(His Lord's Reply)

Joseph!  Joseph!
I take thee to be put  with the King's prisoners,
For my wrath is kindled against thee.

O my Lord show me thy mercy,
For I have behaved myself wisely.

Verily, thou hast behaved thyself wisely,
For thou didst flee fornication and got you out.
Though she spake to thee day by day
You hearkened not unto her; neither did thy heart decline
To lie by her, or to be with her.
You lusted not after her beauty,
Nor were you taken by the eyelids of her brazen face.
For she is an adulteress woman,
Who eateth bread and wipeth her mouth
And says, I have done nothing.
She hath cast down many wounded;
Yea, many strong men have been slain by her.
Her house is Hell
Going down to the chambers of death;
But thou hast hearkened diligently unto My voice.
Whatever you do I will make it to prosper,
For I am with thee
To show you mercy and give you favor,
For thou, indeed, behavedst thyself wisely.

Scripture Compilation					
	
Genesis 39
Proverbs 5:3,20; 6; 7:25; 30:20; 9:17


Details | Senryu | |

Rich Young Ruler

      "Eternal life, please."
  "Sell all, give it, follow Me."
       Away he went sad.


Details | Rhyme | |

Nature

Here where the World is quiet
There where all trouble seems
Dead Winds and spent Waves
Riot in time dreams of dreams
I watch the green Field growing for
Keeping dirt fresh and sowing
Harvest Season and mowing 
A sleeply Nature of tears and laughter 
A Poet writes that word of intelligent  
May come Naturely
I am reading books of Days experience
Desires and dreams
And powers and everything       
Only art here live has Nature for neighbor
And far from Poetry or best wan Waves
And rain labor Winds strong Ships
And spirits steer
They drive a drift and whither wot
Not who make thither
Nature sweet hither 
Pale without Name or number
In fruitless Fields of corn
All Night till Good light is born


Details | Sonnet | |

What is Normality?

Is demonstration a progressive method for normality?
Skills for a good quality are necessary for product,
Nobody wants to pay for wrongs, who can stock useless dirt,
Quality is a demand of us we return the goods if are faulty.
If a worker isn’t responsible who can pay for job royalty?
Responsibility is faith for living and security for a job,
If attitudes are hooliganism who can control a mob,
Principles are for betterment we need to draw formality.

Education and training is for realization so we can faith,
Faith is an actual life, understanding for living standard,
What is hard to follow the rules if we like human growth?
Satisfaction is a root of honesty if labour is n’t bounded,
Care is only a path that can provide benefits to both.
If rules are n’t applicable what is gain of one and hundred?


Details | Free verse | |

Swindle

Dwindle__ Bait__Switch__Pork__Package__Swindle__


Details | Lyric | |

DON'T GO THERE

Brain
storm
sessions-
day-dreams drift
into the land of Nod.


Details | Verse | |

A House Wife

Naturally, a human has anger and loving nature,
Sometimes, abusive behaviour seems discarded furniture.
Argument is normal in our living life,
When two person lives as a partner or wife.

After ten years relationship, when he has blamed,
He only runs home, she is house wife, shamed.
When she left him and went to her mother,
House was cleaned and has decorative feather.

No white rings, scratches, burns and dents,
No grease marks, chips and ink on pants.
Cats, dogs and birds she has knitting her hands,
Cutting, stitching and finishing she has skill grand’s.

Cross over and jardinière net curtains she made,
I am sorry about simple and dropped nets afraid.
I never seen so dirt in her presence in kitchen,
I ran after her to bring back a quality motion.


Details | Name | |

Champion

Incessantly distinguish applause readiness
Estimate necessitous showing entertainment
A Champion over there I ask where
Society authority mistress speechlike
Fascinates popular quality I poem announce
Action preservatives colonies corianderly
Obtained emblematie of abundance flowers
Used ceremony inedible trumpet bachelor
Manipulation embematic gladiolus drawed
Attention elastic related Poet structure
Finish forever and a Day by a Champion I am 
Progress amen strong impress and wised
Response instance representation vowels
Comparielongate current thy Air sense
Beautiful scenery may we Poets Have a toast at eve 
Inspring a song drill agricultural practice made famous
Stream exercise general design post up horizontal 
Frame Peachy Write my first and last thought
Picture this moment with honestness
I am poeticly here I won.


Details | Free verse | |

FREE MARKET

What is free about this market?
What is free in this market?
We are free only to see 
With no power to buy that we need.
Nothing is free in this free market
Except for hunger in poverty.

Workers are freely laid off 
Graduates chewing unemployment freely
Mortality rate from 70 freely flow to 52
Illness and deaths are handed over to us free
When are we going to free ourselves 
Off this free market?

Time to un –free ourselves from West’s market
And plan centrally our market for the
Millions not the Millionaires.



Alayande Stephen.T
30th, July, 2006
11.58pm 

A thumb down for the market system.


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The writer

Minutes turn to hours,
as the clock ticks onwards;
still the paper before me
remains crisp, white – untouched.

My right hand is now cramped,
from it’s gripping my pen
and the notation on my pad,
slowly bringing alive my thoughts.

Every scribe I write becomes structured,
I stop to think before every word;
look back over what I have written,
disjointed, yet I know it all.

A play on my script,
tweaking here and there.
Informing every thought I record,
bringing brilliance for my virgin page.

Words form sentences,
pictures are painted; a masterpiece of art,
breathing life to my work,
to be realized by many.

I transfer my scribe,
to my neat sheet waiting.
Ink flows smoothly, a pleasure to see.
Release washes relief over my tense form.

Midnight strikes, not long left now,
before I can lay my pen to rest
and bid ‘Goodnight’,
to another fulfilled and worthy day.


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Sonnet

O happy town, that leaps to life again,
With cars and trucks and people on the go,
You have no need of base complaining men
Who hold your triumph but a hollow show.
Nay, vile they say it is, your tow'ring course,
And must be stricken down for wolves and bears,
And mindless acts of Mother Nature's force;
Yea, mindless----bent design of all their prayers.
Run forward, leap! and higher, stronger, grow;
Exult with pride that you're the best on earth!
Roar out your motors, sing along each street,
Disdain the pits that dare to pull you low
And climb above the clouds with all your worth.
The weekend's past and "born again" is sweet.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Own

Here from my waist, going sailing on for glowing flowing miles---
O beautiful waving gold, O giant Wheat,
My work of thought and hand and ringing dusty sreel,
My ocean of sunlight under the blue sky;
O Wealthy Solitude, perfectioning of love,
My real world's self, promised, fulfilled.

Yes, O Wind, now lightly
Flare out your melodies on these yellow fields,
Earth staff and I bar.
Stir and sway along in holy song of soil and you,
And my great deed between.

O Royalest Song I see,
Whirling away like a hymn from me,
I made you possible, and you fill me,
All around me, waltzing of sweet heads o'er,
Hearing the great plain floor,
"Whispering wonder, glad to be under,
The world's good, this lover of man."

Now soon to burn in long hours of thinking,
In the fueling of builders for the towering towns,
Yes! and with grandest statues of heroic manhood---
Soon! O Wheat, soon!
And one a woman, lookin up, proud, independent.

For rational ideas have been sown,
And very real people choose light,
And the glory of life is re-known,
And the wave of the world is bright.

O Song sailing at my waist,
Waiting my word of thought, my hand, my whirling machine,
My joy of triumph and my love of work;
O Life cresting at my waist,
My Own!


Details | Epigram | |

HURRY

Hurry
takes its toll as
in our daily stroll we
from deepest ruts of blind alleys
quicken.


Details | Lanterne | |

FREELOADING

pay,
profits
perquisites,
what is in a
word-
some
receive
large rewards
that others have
earned.


Details | I do not know? | |

It's not Easy! (2005)

The grass may look greener from where I stand
You compare what you have and what I have in my hand
I only wish you can understand
Its not easy and I have it tough
Some days I feel that enough is enough
All you see is the outside and not what’s in
You can loose and you can win
My house is made of glass and can break
Life is about give and take
My shop is a goldmine and is a sinking ship
It can sail or it can tip
I am rolling it debt and want to succeed
When you talk about me its with envy and greed
Its not easy for me and its not easy for you
Everybody has to struggle including you.


Details | I do not know? | |

Thief's- What goes around comes around! (2005)

Always taking what isn’t yours
An evil life and an evil cause
So cheap, can’t buy your own
Pile up your materials, its you and them all alone
Problems can be a root to theft
If you don’t get help you’ll be the one left
There is no excuse to steal
When they stole from you how did you feel?
Whether you steal a penny or a pound
What goes around comes around


poemsbyrb@hotmail.com


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Simply, because of LOSS

Life is time is money is life
When one is gone, even just one
We suddenly cry “why”…
Why?


Details | Epigram | |

THERE'S NO ALTERNATIVE

Blood,toil,tears & sweat-
Out -of- date virtues
Many now  ignore or forget


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Purgatory

Stuck in purgatory behind a desk
Staring at this washed out screen
A keyboard jockey can’t be my best
Is this all that my life will mean

Tapping out such meaningless text
Like a modern zombie in a tie
Everyday I get even more vexed
If this is life then I want to die

The fluorescent light sallow my skin 
The screens I stare at deaden my eyes
Surely this kind of punishment is sin
This is cannot be the way of the wise

My spirit clamours so deep within
Trying to get out of this office hell
Its shouts become a wailing violin
For some creativity it doth yell

Where here is the beauty of life
No colours, no sounds and no smell
Being here is to my heart a knife
If feel like my soul is roasting hell


Details | Free verse | |

Penny Pincher

If discovering
While exploring
Take the chance
To fill empty pockets
Walk to it and
Stoop down to
Place it between
Forefinger and thumb


Details | Couplet | |

Space Age

The mystic lips of the moon
Propelled man to races
Sucked...lost...ended dust
In the silence of darkness


Details | Bio | |

Look

Are place We pray
I maintain Daily In Night goodlight
Rainbow Sky anear this Wind
Unessly ten surprizes gifted on new Years
Alot heard a poem amam poetic said are place
We pray Naming Outside, features flowerness
Heel and soil that feeling loveness sent
Correctly I'll surely spell going Home
Over Hell listen raedy or not here I stay with
Fine looks like precisely Me
Poetic stand picture both Arms my
Left then rightousness a Star contains
Astrology luminous statuary conventional


Details | Narrative | |

Greedy Green

The world is consumed by greed, 
if you doubt this, pick up a paper, and read.
Fighting over this, and fighting over that,
turning on friends, who needs a rat.
Everyday it is something worse,
even thieves stealing an old woman's purse.
Sometimes I am thankful, to be so poor,
although I like comfort, now that's for sure.
Millions I don't need, just a buck or two,
my power still on, and some food to chew.
So I say, let um have it, all that greedy green,
they provide entertainment, for you, and me.


Details | Free verse | |

Lords and Masters

Those who know the power of being a servant
Would not desire to become their own lord,
And those who know the strength of becoming a master
Would not forget to serve their friends of servitude.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fear of falling

Sometimes when I look down from a high building that is so far up I get scared. Oh please 
oh please don't let me fall because this can't be the end. The feeling I feel when I am 
riding down a hill my heart is racing and I just can't stay still.  I thought this was 
just a fear of mines, heights I just don't like. But if you saw me like I saw myself I 
felt my heart completely drop. I better hold on for dear life because it feels like i'm 
losing control, I have never been this afraid in my life maybe it's because I don't go 
far from where I am supposed to go. This is all new for me and I feel like it's my 
destiny to one day conquer this. But now, just for now I will stay as close as I can to 
the ground. I want to feel it touch my feet and I want to hear the sand moving. I would 
never want to be high enough so that I couldn't escape. It's a feeling on loneliness you 
just want it stop. No one can prevent that feeling of shock. I closed my eyes and braced 
myself for a huge storm as I fought the current in a battle that I didn't win. This is 
how it is in the world of feeling scared, there are all kinds of fears and we just have 
to live with it.


Details | Verse | |

Dearwood

Don’t cry in the darkness,
If you shall sleep in bearwood.
If you feel cold in the dark,
You shall need for fire a clearwood.

If you feel sad in loneliness,
You have need to burn a cheerwood.
If you shall be afraid in darkness,
You have no need to burn a tearwood.

Don’t care for anything in danger,
You need to fight in a fearwood.
Happiness is a game of two,
It will appear if they play in dearwood.


Details | Verse | |

Will they awaken?

When a person is criminal,
He adopts his professionalism,
He thinks, a Judge or a Justice,
They are law.

Before a service of Law,
He has a best try,
To paralysed a system,
Where his recommendations, 

Or his power of money,
Or his Relations,
Always are superior,
Than a consciousness of honesty,

Where a Judge or Justice,
And their subordinatives bodies,
Will admit that a criminal,
Has no commitment of Crime.

All the allegations are wrong,
The system of Judiciary,
The Police, defenders, witnesses,
Are a totally rubbish? 

The belief will be challenged,
Openly in a day light,
The corrupted soul will be honoured,
The cause of his office,

Who can survive a Justice?
Where God will be ashamed,
With these dared handed. 
Who can survive innocents?

Will another terrorist have birth?
Who will challenge? 
Why responsible person are corrupt,
Will they awaken? 


Details | Free verse | |

Show Time

Showdown...
Showboat
Show up.
Show me
Showstopper!
Showman...
Showgirl...
Show out
Show-off!


Details | Light Poetry | |

BEWARE

Pigs
in 
a poke-
greenhorns skate
like a hog on ice.


Details | Rhyme | |

Closer to a Grillionaire


There is a man who made a cool  Mill'..          

    all because of a Foreman Grill.     

Now, I hear through the grape-vine air      

this man is closer to a Grillionaire !


Details | I do not know? | |

I can't escape

     Running around in a maragoround, Trying to figure out my life. I can't escape so I 
have no choice but to sit here and figure out why I am so down. Is it because I have no 
friends, Is it because this life keeps repeating the same stupid things? Is it because 
when i'm lonley I go intoxicate myself over and over again. Is it because when life beats 
me to the ground I am so weak that it's so hard to get up. Maybe it's because they just 
won't quit telling me to my face that i'm great and behind me that she'll never make it. 
Is it that reason? No one has faith, Even I don't believe that this life I can escape. I 
am alone, and lost and sometimes I feel like i'm not even alive. When will it be over I 
think to myself constantly. I am truly alone and I cry. I can't escape I scream out to 
everyone but they ignore me. I'm better off dead, I can hear my head whisper and then 
puff i'm gone and even the sad letter I left behind is ignored.


Details | Blank verse | |

toil

Digital clock bomb ticking silence lower right angled forever is eight point five 
hours a day there toiled kempt invisible spent walking rigid funk robot wired 
loose framed shut felt mutt waste like glimpse circular window goldfish and city’s 
outline swept through wander inhale adjust inhale time square one infinite mess 
oh calculator sonata 


Details | I do not know? | |

Pennies (2005)

You pick up a pound and leave the penny to lay
A child starves and you throw a penny away
Some people hate coppers as they accumulate
Millions and millions sit in a jar and wait
Respecting money is respecting all money found
100 pennies still makes a pound
A penny earns a right to life
What’s the use of a loaf with no knife?
Stepping over penny is stepping on a grave
Money takes a life time to save
I’m not a snake 
I know what I have when I wake
I see value in every coin
Respect for money is a path we should all join



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Details | I do not know? | |

Pressure

He knows what he wants, the pressure is on.
I am uncomfortable with his aggressive ways.
"No" means nothing to him, It is just a challange.
My blood pressure is rising, Am I sweating?
How dare he use these tatics on me.
He thinks this is my first time, so he pleads and uses guilt.
I have heard his tired lines before, but this time it is much worse.
He presses and pushes.
I want him to go but he actually has something I may want.
Should I do it?
Is this right?
He tells me not to tell others.
Will I tell anyway?
Finally I ask him to leave, I ask again, Is he still here?
He will not budge.
He tries again. I erupt in anger.
I must make him go.......
He takes his leave after 3 hours.
Am I safe?
Will he return?
How I hate the High Pressure Sales Man.