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FISCAL FIASCO

I met someone I know quite well, he gets about in cars, does buy and sell.
He spoke to me upon a theme, we were stirring coffee; I had just added my cream.
When (Fiat) money, he intoned..)
This word does it ring a bell?
Of it have you heard; or known, do tell.?
The cost of Fiat cars I then proclaimed?
No it’s of money I speak,he said if it’s all the same,
I had bought some autos and to me the word was told,
That it is money without collateral backing, that’s the truth stone cold!
So in this stressured contemporary rhyme, I think I must… It’s now high time
In fact a lack of sober views and action which did not ensue...
Control! ….. control!, "well they did not" now high (inflation) pop pop pops..!
Consume, consume they said and greed is good for all..!
Poor old Jim john and Doug..)  Rachel, Joan and Queenie McCall..!
A dream was sold and lives were told, It’s Oh! so safe, more so than gold!
Now Fiat cash is on the scene, they run it off Oh! ream on ream
Just like my coffee encircling mug, so here’s to the truth lets give it a plug.
When I again pour in my cream, 
as it begins to merge like inflations infusion, Maybe I’ll dream.
That financial fiasco’s and social screams are only rumours on a jittery theme,
However until "their problem" has been (sold),  I’ll trade some paper cash for gold.

© Joe Maverick 13-11-2010

Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2010

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Chico's Fruit Stand

She found him in the yellow pages.
"Do you sell pecans?"

"Yes Ma'am, we do."

"I make a killer pecan pie,
how 'bout a trade?"

"You've got a deal."

"I have two, 
still warm from the oven."

"I'll take both."

She delivered the pies,
purchased oranges, plums, 
pineapple and grapefruit.

She bundled out, arms loaded 
with fruit, and all the pecans
previously displayed on his counter.

His voice followed her to the car,
"My favorite is coconut cream,
still warm from the oven."


Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Good Grief

It has come to my attention,
by way of the news,
everybody is talking,
corporations are singing the blues.
They don't have any money,
they blew all they had,
now they're calling on our government,
because their management is quiet bad.
CEO'S with salaries,
that would probably choke a horse,
and since the economy is getting bad,
they need more of course.
They fly their jets freely,
to every corner of the world,
wearing designer business suits,
sporting big diamonds, and pearls.
Eating at the restaurants,
where fancy is the course,
while begging for our money,
they want to take from the poor.
I find it very amusing,
the way they flaunt their stuff,
then act like nothing is wrong,
while tugging at the Rolex under their cuff.
I guess they really think,
we owe them all so much,
while most of us are skimping,
cutting back on spending, and such.
Maybe someone needs to show them,
how the poor have to live,
and we are all quiet broke,
and we don't have it to give.
Most live from payday to payday,
buying groceries, and gas,
while faulting on our mortgage,
those little checks just don't last.
I don't think it is right,
they can live the way they do,
spending like crazy,
then taking from me, and you.
Most have to struggle,
just to live from day to day,
and we can't get the help,
when we lose all our pay.
Rich man, Poor man, Beggar man, Thief,
what else do they want,
all I can say is,
Good Grief......

Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008

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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.

Copyright © B S Sky | Year Posted 2013

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The Prodigal Son

When a father of five 
came home faced 
with one in five children of convalescence 
which he will pay more attention?

So organizations should be 
when in a department or group, 
one member is left out 
of the production process. 
Discard the individual or rescue?

Copyright © Max Diniz Cruzeiro | Year Posted 2013

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Mind your own business

 “Mind your own Business!!”
By:.Peter Neendoor

Darling child, borne
in lawful love
and born beloved,
comes of age, turns around,
and nonchalantly says,
“Mind your own business.”

Late nights and phone calls
a room a world in its own
align the inquiring youth
to zero - gravity possibilities;
and the internet's wide window
on the brave new world brings
a free spirit serenading love.
The parents ask, “what is this?”
“Mind your own business.”

They wait with love
and prayers for the child
to wake up and say
something  more filial.

Will the precious son,
jailed for illegal drugs,
growl to the parents visiting,
“Mind your own business?”

Could dearest daughter, giving birth
to an accidental child
in unmentionable shame,
point to someone and say,
“That is the baby’s father?”
or still shout at her chaste mother,
“Mind your own business?.”

Copyright © Peter Neendoor | Year Posted 2009

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The Trucker

Miles of roads while blowing horns 
tiresome bodies their eyes are sore,
Trying to reach a rest stop to avoid 
a jackknifed load.

Hauling the necessities to survive in this world, 
whether it's Gas, Food or Motor oil.

Driving a semi the juggernaut of the road 
maneuvering in all conditions even the blistering cold. 

Away from Friends and Families away from their homes 
Holidays and private events are void they're  all alone.

A hard grip of the wheel avoiding reckless drivers 
swerving in to unforseen  debris blowing out tires.

A grueling shift comes to an end locking up the Trailer, 
Arriving to the sanity of their homes ready to retire.™©

By: Shawn Munoz

Copyright © Shawn Munoz | Year Posted 2016

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December Rain

It is the middle of an unusually warm Connecticut December
dark drizzly deep afternoon.

Drizzly wait,
not long before her hungry needy kids return from school,
she props herself against back porch wall,
knees up,
peering out 
listens to wonder how her life is the same,
and different,
compared to this river flowing surely and widely
but silently south behind their backyard,
while the river of cars in front
shuttle up and down the state highway's over-fueled Advent traffic,
punctuated with violent horn blasts,
or perhaps warmly intended "Hello"s, "I'm passing by...."

Passing.
Water toward the south Sound,
carbon-eaters to her back,
across the front yard Advent
of early evening's commercial family business,
industry,
institutions for competing commodification
flowing stealthily and syncopatedly impatient toward,
and then by-passing away.

By-passing,
messiah's mass faltering
to sing in her faithful
but worn thin heart and air,
hoping her river loves co-redemptive Sounding ocean
even more than busy motors 
surging through more urgent toxic time
invest to completely commercialize
this Birthing Wonder's self-purgative sacred flow
into co-therapeutic nature.

Flow,
transubstantiating home and families
into consumer markets
float down her river of mid-December's discontent
with waiting.

Discontent,
gloaming river fog
spreads miraculously radiant around one uninvited yellow street light,
waits for her family's bus
to deliver this December night's transforming birth.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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I Asked a Teenager

I asked a teenager 
"what do you want to be 
when you get older"

The Teenager replied 
"I want to be a mai·tre d'
and own my own restaurant"

"Have you got a plan"
"No" he replied.
"To succeed you need a plan"

"To be the mai·tre d'"
"you need to study Hospitality"
"To gain the skills required"

"To own your own restaurant"
"you need to find a job and then"
"you need to learn to save"

"You can do it"
"People have done it"
"success takes a lot of hard work"

Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2014

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Human solutions

Human solutions

You asked for a change now you´ve got it!!!

I promise that the next four years will bring prosperity to all,
it will be the best years of our life!!

I am going to improve the education system, improve standard of living for the poor, create jobs for everyone.

(short time later)

I would like to announce today...

that my predecessor 

has left us in a sorry state...

The financial situation is not good

I was not aware of these factors when I made all those promises.

Therefore...

there will be a gradual implementation of our iniciatives.


And some of our promises.. we will have to postpone to an undetermined future date.

I knew it!!

Hope there won´t be a tax increase now!!

Oh Oh!! here it comes!

So we are examining the possibilities of using more revenue tools...

He means taxes!

No, there will be no new taxes!!

However there will be user fees!!

Fees aren´t taxes?

No, fees are not taxes!!

OK

I really care about the middle class!!

Don´t user fees hit the middle class hardest?

My hands are tied... my predecessor left us...

I know the financial situation is bad...

So

We will all have to tighten our belts a little bit!!

That includes the public sector right?

No, actually we need to reinforce the public sector.

That means your are giving yourselves a raise?

Not really, it´s a capital infusion to offset the cost of living.

So the increase will be 1% for cost of living?

No 3-5% over time

So it´s 3%

or 5%?

It´s undetermined at this time, but will be a gradual increase.

Who pays for this increase?

I care about the middle class!!

So the wealthy class will pay for this increase?

No, the wealthy class needs a tax break as they are the ones who create jobs!

So let me understand...there are more billionaires every year right?

Yes

And so then there are more jobs every year then as a consequence of this prosperity?

Not necessarily, it takes time, it´s a gradual process...

We need to support the poor!!

Who will pay for their subsidies?

I care about the middle class!!

How are you planning to help?

Raising the minimum wage to $15 an hour.

Won´t that increase prices?

We expect the business community to support our iniciatives and not pass on their increased costs.

Businesses will probably have to restructure their business model to compete.

Restructure, so that means lost jobs?

We don´t think so.

OK

So minimum wages will go up gradually

Yes

And prices will go up

Gradually

Yes

Then wages will go up?

Yes gradually..

So how do the poor really get ahead?

It´s a gradual process. Trust me all of us will benefit from this newfound prosperity!!

So will we see this prosperity in the next 4 years?

No, I will need a 2nd term to finish what I´ve started.

Oh

We need to retrain the population so all can have better jobs!!

Who will pay for this?

I care about the middle class!

So then the government will create jobs by hiring people to train people for jobs that don´t exist?

Exactly!!

I thought you said it was the wealthy that create the jobs?

We work together.

Oh
So the middle clas will have to pay for this skills training?

It´s a gradual process...



John Derek Hamilton
February22,2016





Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

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Fr Time's Endless NewYear Proposal

Dear National Science Foundation--Economics Department:

So,
here's what I want to learn,
or research,
if you will.

Why do we have a Financial Sector,
Business and Industry Sector,
Religious Sector,
Education Sector,
Health Care Sector, 
Food and Nutrition Sector,
Services Industry Sector,
and a Political Sector,
an Economic Sector,
Science and Technology Sector,
Design Sector,
and then we have this "Non-Profit Sector"?

What's up with that?
What is this sector for?
All we know from its label;
these folks do not plan to develop profit,
much less optimize regenerative health.

After all, what else could "profit" mean?

I mean,
you would think,
with everything else going on,
all this climatic change
and failure of self-governance systems,
we would call this Non-Profit Sector
our EcoTherapeutic CoOperative Sector,
or just the Coop Network, for short,
as opposed to their dipolar
Business As Usual Competitive Sector.

But,
I can see why we didn't land on that label
just yet,
or at least I have a hypothesis
that this NonProfit language
is an artifact of PreMillennial LeftBrain
deductive-mindbody Dominance;
a passive-aggressive cultural choice
emerging from an Industrial Culture
mistakenly invested in a model of positive evolution
that emphasizes time's regenerative thrival value
for Win-Lose struggling against cooperative
strategies,
thereby under-valuing
the historical evidence supporting positive evolution
as therapeutically struggling with others
by inviting reiterative Win-Win
default choices,
as is iconic of RNA, and DNA's thermodynamically
and co-gravitationally co-arising design.

This seasonal-fractal regenerative evolutionary process
toward polyculturally optimizing ecosystems,
slow-growing endosymbiotic mutuality of freedoms from
with freedoms to,
seems to be more along the lines of what Darwin took away
from how to see
and time
this world wide web of organic information.

Namaste, for considering our PermaCulturally Intended proposal
as follows.

Warmly (but hopefully not too awfully warmly),
Fr. Time


"We are not FOR profit"
this label says.
Five words that could not possibly be true
or at least not fully informative.

Are we not all for profit of something,
if only ourselves, our own health?
Let's agree, perhaps,
or so I propose anyway,
anywhere
and anytime, of course,
that this proposal for those who would serve
and care for others
might become our mutually co-arising regeneration
of health,
as individuals
as families
as a humane species evolving bicameral mindbody
learning to balance and harmonize
our Interior and Exterior Landscapes
with management skills more PermaCulturally
more timelessly-co-operatively enlightened
by this intrinsic value of healthy living
for wealthy dying.

Resting nesting into Time's folding/balancing cooperative embrace,
Earth's world wide (0)-soul bicameral-ionic
EcoConscious Network
of temporally co-gravitational function.

Whatever our footprint in time,
as individuals,
as a global culture of evolving humane natural ecosystems,
materializes as therapeutic "profit"
can be measured by its
CQI of health and mutually therapeutic care and service outcomes,
and
negative correlational (dipolar) trend evolution/devolution
of Business As Usual,
as if you could rightfully assume
we have a shortage of time
to complete our self/other-optimizing vocation,
when, in truth,
our regenerative purpose enjoys
and celebrates each Advent Solstice
this co-gravitational divine/human leisure
of (0)-soul timeless Prime Relationship,
BelovedYang+/Double-Folding FractalYinYin
Folds and Unfolds
of InFormating/ExFormulating Time
as BiCameral (0)-soul TaoSpace.

In other words,
by changing "NonProfit" to
"EcoTherapeutic ReGenerative Optimization",
with (0)-soul bicameral cooperative network assumptions,
time's ecoconsciousness implies,
implicately orders
co-arisingly empolypaths
ReGenerative Trending Transition
from climatic PreMillennial
on this threshold of
Beloved Climax Community InFormating Networks
Internal Landscape
as External Landscape
as In/External BiCameral Landscape,
(0)-soul P-Yang=N(NP) YinYin as WinWin Theorem.

Basic Attendantly,
WinWin Right hemisphere Present
more or less should co-equal LoseLose Left deductive
Business As Usual polysuicidal pathology.

So hoping we might choose to invest in this proposal
for optimizing globally regenerative health
in our political
and economic
and ecological
and all ReGenerative Cooperative EcoSystems
and Sectors,
and disinvest in labels like "NonProfit".

Really?
NonProfit!
Not for Profit!
My grandmother Moon couldn't have come up with that one.
Too much SunGod worship probably,
all us pre-climatic Yangers shouting down
wise YinYin's
permaculturally cooperative networks
and guilds
and tribes
and species
and interdependently organic families.

Wow.
Back in the good ol' daze of timeless manna
eco-lightenment...

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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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.

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012

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The Road To Growth

A friend of mine at work
came up and stated 
why would we listen 
to a person that struggles 

With his money 
when it comes to investing 
granted following my past
would not be the road to take

Following people like
Howard Huge's 
Robert T Kiyosaki
Napoleon Hill

and thousands more 
people who have already 
made millions 
would be far better

I am only suggesting 
that as a world we should 
be saving together 
investing together
 
to make the jobs 
for our people
saving at ten dollars per week
limits the risk

Reducing the risk
creating limited liability company's
means the investment could be lost
but protects you

at the end of the day
what I want is a better world
a world where our children 
have work.  

Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2015

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About My Mobile Phone Company Newborn And umbalanced Electrolytes

Upset about a non-sense fight with Manny Pacquiao (Almost double his weight), I had been training for a while,
with my dorsal digital nerves and tendons of the flexor digitorum profundus without enough blood supply, delusional, paranoid as We all are,
I call my mobile phone company,
I can't pay my bill I'm injured and my electrolytes are not balanced I want to lower the bill because I am being robbed 
-Request accepted sir
-Thank You I am going to change my company
-A lot of people complains about that Sir...Yes...Hum...How old are You..I can see, really! That's nice, I understand O O OK,
 Music (Iggy Pop Sweet Sixteen) Sir can you please rate my performance we do understand problem solved.
-Alright , Sorryyy!
Awesome in Every Topic Costumer Service a Masterpiece 

3 weeks later 

An assistance mobile phone to disabled and lower income families was born 
Two visits to the Hospital one to Crisis other to the Mental Ward

Some years after I am helping my disabled mother with the application to the company
And as I had been till today confused but Who Cares?! 
This story is true (All the Mental explanation and formal representations are welcome and will be respected has the Interpretator property  that I do respect for the empathy and sympathy, Since was not shared in any other professional or personal setting. Thank You All, And A Big Hug To My Mentor(a)!

Copyright © PEDROS FERNANDES | Year Posted 2013

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Pay It Forward

Pay it forward, 
Oprah Winfrey, 
supported the cause,
pay it forward,

I little boy 
dreamed, 
creating a better 
world,

Pay it forward,
yet what better way,
can we pay it forward,
than to create work,

people don't need toys,
people don't need car's,
people need jobs,
pay it forward,

People that work, have money,
money to pay their bills,
educate their children,
create jobs,

pay it forward,
a little boy dreamed
create a better world,
pay it forward.

Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2015

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The Weekend

I stood in front with a long red dress 
I wasn’t sure what to do 
I hadn’t planned on this, and took off my left shoe 
I wanted to jump on the tramp, but oh the mess 

Every person took their turn 
Lots even got a burn 
Some fell and got bumps 
Others made large jumps 

I waited for my chance 
Standing behind my hunky boy 
He sized me up and jumped on the toy 
Moving like a dance 

I separated my two feet 
And tied my skirt in a knot 
The skirt became pants and I moved to the spot 
I smiled and bounced on my seat 

Copyright © Cassie Smith | Year Posted 2012

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The Rising Sun

With the rising sun I wake
anger has no place in my soul
I will not stoop to simple revenge
violence is not the answer to pain

My children need food 
their stavation is my suffering 
creating work provide's money
money to feed the staving child

violence create's war 
arms and limbs ripped 
from the broken lives of people
violence just create's more suffering

I stand against suffering
I stand against pain
create a better world learn to smile
and make company's

Instead of fighting 
Instead of creating death
as a world, we should create the work,
create the jobs, to feed our people.


Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2015

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Wine Stewrad

I may not be in active, thus, I may be proactive,
They say I am knowledgeable, But I am also approachable,
Though I am not generalist, However, I am an Specialist.

I am persuasive and adaptive,
Direct and indirect,
Sweet, kind, nice and persuasive.

I may know less about tomato,
Even Less about mango, even too little about papeeeta,
But I know more about Angoor (grapes) that is not related to papeeeta.

I am Wine Steward, Knowledgeable in Wine,
And approachable to all kind quests,
Very talented in wine that everyone consumes to
shine.

Copyright © B S Sky | Year Posted 2013

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Unfinished Business

UNFINISHED BUSINESS
©Alfreda Williamson
July 2, 2004




Outside town boundaries,
bustling, noisy din,
Deeply in the serenity of peace, calm,
the country County,
Around a curve, sharp, blind.

There it leaped out at me.
Suddenly, unexpectedly
Catching me off guard,
Not foresightedly, not scary
Just by way of wonderment
. . . why this unfinished business?
The house without its finishings.

. . .  It rose up in the trees,
reaching the tops, for two stories,
Sweat/precision/deliberation imputed,
Reaching towards the sun.

Or was it toward a full autumn moon,
Or could it be the direction,
from the ancient star compass.
Harnessing a cloud drifting by, for clearing?

It stood among the ivory,
Entangled, entwined but
Not overgrown, not overtaken.

The roof covered in tin,
The setting for magnificent, earthly,
	heavenly sounding of
drenching,/torrential/steady
rain drops.


The windowed eyes of this
Unfinished  dwelling,
Finished, painted, shadowed, framed
. . . in pink.
Its back bone wood no longer
yellow /white/beige with youth.
The grey/brown color of rotting age and elements;
. . . time, neglect, exposure
. . . nature scraping and shearing away,
year after year,
after month, after day,
after time.

The frame finished, nearly so,
Peaking spaces left, or now,
There, some frame filling
Having been ripped/rotted
Away for outsiders to look in.

This business unfinished,
And not overtaken,
In the gulf of time.

Nature working reclamation,
Of the space, crawling,
Groundward, upward,
Yet unfinished in recapturing.

This unfinished house, standing
Alone in the word,
Sharing a space with no one
In its place.
The windowed souls,
	. . . looking, peeking at
	passersby,
	driving,
	cycling,
	running pass,
	in a flurry.

This unfinished business,
Begs questioned consideration,
Sufficient structural invitation
	? who went there
	? what past passed
	? why this unfinished business
	? when
Where . . . 
	am I begged to inquire,
	invited to draw close?

But I can’t get there.
Though attention drawn,
And pondering invoked.

I can’t finish it,
This business.

By Alfreda Williamson
© July 2, 2004



Copyright © Alfreda Williamson | Year Posted 2012

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Monkey Business

I once got myself a monkey
(God knows what breed his was).
He was black, with dark, big eyes--
A devil-thing you could never pass.

Pearly-teeth shone in his mouth,
When you but pleased this thing;
We'd get-along well together,
(Me thought we could do with some training)
And, I tried teaching him
And taught him little tricks,
But my word! The poor thing,
Got rounded in the basics:

A few things of course, took him time,
While others, he could never learn:
Like when I said,"Sit Marcel",
He'd start to jump up and run...!
(Which wasn't quite the big deal,
For he was still learning what to do)
At least it was better than
When his filth I found in my shoe!

I coached him about 'toilet-culture'--
Taught him where men with a pot always rushed;
When that one day, on missing  my spects,
I found them only being flushed...

Nonetheless, we glued well as pals,
But for a diner's calamity:
When I ask him once,"Get me that rice",
He sat on the tray and chose to pee!

He sought a perch upon my head
So I always had unkempt hair;
He'd sit, digging deep and hard,
I don't know for what thing up there.
(A small cheery, childish thing,
He'd always place himself with me)
But if he'd not torn my favourite shirts,
I say, I'd be much, much happy...

We used to talk as great pals: 
He'd face me then, and play his part,
Although upon losing interest,
He'd slap me, scratch me, and cut me short!

This training and all friendliness,
Sure made each grow fond of the other
When I realized, he had to leave somehow
(Leaving  me to shrug and shudder):

As a final mischief of his,
He'd got himself in a dirty puddle,
Then placed himself in the cupboard,
Disturbing order to a state of muddle...!
When that I asked him to get down,
He looked at me somewhat askance;
As if he knew what it was--
The unpleasant thing that had come to chance...

The grin on that face I was to miss 
I know--the parting was like Hell...
He knew not what would change for us,
I still miss good ol'Marcel...

Copyright © Akash Yadav | Year Posted 2010

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9-11: Never Forgotten

My friend Justin and I want to dedicate this poem to everyone in America and those from other countries who have died, and also to those that lost their loved ones on this most atrocious day 11 years ago.

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In the busy streets of New York City,
Many a passerby made their way to work
It was a typical work day—or so they thought
It was an unexpected day when a great tragedy would strike
Two of the city’s greatest towers would fall in humility
And along with them many wonderful families
Even others from different countries would lose a loved one
In just a matter of minutes, all of what was that typical work day
Became a nightmare—a terrorist’s delight

Everything in chaos and confusion
Cries all through the day and night
Many called their loved ones if they survived that long
Many panicked, but some were dead calm
Knowing there was no way out
They poured their hearts out on that last telephone call, their legacy born
The attackers thought they broke us!
But they failed—we didn’t break at all
Instead they brought us closer as a nation
And the people who lost their lives are with us always
Never forgotten in our minds and in our hearts

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012

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Respect Builds Business

Being an employer 
is much like being a parent
we all know the saying
a customer is always right

Business fails or succeeds 
on it's reputation
customers come back
to the shops that they love

I remember hearing
upset one customer 
and that customer 
will talk to twelve people

those twelve people 
will talk to twelve more
creating one hundred and forty four
people that aviod your shop

I remember working 
in a restarant 
watching the manager
have ago at his employee's

angry employees 
then spoke with less respect 
to the customers
how many customers lost their respect

after angry employees
destroyed the company's name
todays world treat employees 
with little respect

demanding more 
but wanting to pay less
respect is such a little word
yet it carrys the weight of the world

Kings have lost Kingdoms
when for the sake of war
they increased tax 
to pay for their soldiers 

struggling family's 
living in poverty 
lost their respect for the kings
revolutions started 

the magna carter was created 
the power of the king
lost to the new concept of government
todays world would have

people reduce wages 
to improve business wealth
yet struggling family's 
need wages to pay

ever increasing costs 
the employee is also the customer
destroying wages 
also destroys the comsumer market

so many company's 
avoid high costs 
building their products in
third world economys 

yet the want to sell their products
in industrialised countrys
sweat shops treat people like slaves
when will we grow up

respect builds business
even employees deserve respect



Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2015

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THE UNIONS : one for all and all for one

before labor unions came into existence businesses were run like monarchies
where those in positions of power treated the workers atrociously
no sick days, no overtime, no vactions and no minimum wage
and some work place conditions were worse than an animal's cage

but throught the grace of God and American ingenuity
the laborers joined together and the unions came to be
organized for the advancement of the shared interest of the work force
a confederation of laborers who at one time had no recourse
fired without cause, no work injury compensation and hardly a lunch hour
but with the labor unions now in place the workers have a measure of power
bargaining for health insurance and decent salaries
negotiating for better conditions and job security

thank God for the unions as collectively we band
one for all and all for one, united we now stand

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2009

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The SSP

It’s an honor and a privilege And a lot of fun to be A Team Member Of the SSP In 1956 Back in history The Secretaries Club was born At UTMB To orient, teach And meet socially With seminars, programs And luncheon meetings monthly With groups Of developed committees, Fundraisers and contributions Support the university It’s now much more Than a club of secretaries, It’s the Support Staff Professionals Called the SSP! Florence McMillian (Flo)

Copyright © Florence McMillian | Year Posted 2011

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Would'a, Could'a, And Should'a


With few exceptions, I am a prudent observer, and I tend to pay attention.
I think that I understand the meanings of the ‘Use Before’ and ‘Best By’ dates.
In fact, I did indeed read the ‘Best By’ date, but failed to think deeper about it.

No, the product was not ‘outdated’, but a more prudent observer would have noticed.   Such would have noticed that the ‘Best Buy’ date was rapidly
closing in on the actual and current date.   But I did not notice this time.

The grocer did nothing illegal; but he did revive a more discriminating buyer.
Though the box of crackers was eatable and not unhealthy, they were not fresh. They were indeed ‘crackers’; so ‘cracked’ in fact that they could barely dip and hold the delicious chicken spread that my wife made for me.

Over the years, I have met  “Mrs.  Would’a, Mr. Could’a, and Miss Should’a, and occasionally, I too am one of them.  This week, I should’a read a print ‘more fine tunedly’ that really was not so finely printed.  I tell you, most eyes would agree that the print was fine.  I should’a been, but I was not.  
04162016 cj PS Contest, I Really Should’a Read The Fine Print, by
John Lawless

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

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Build Jobs For All Our People

Your children can't find work
they wander the streets 
form up as groups 
those groups become gangs

people introduce drugs
if you get a child hooked on drugs
you have a customer  
for the rest of their live's

teenagers the years 
where we make mistakes
the years where we get addicted
smoking drinking drugs

teenagers make the decisions
that we as adults live with 
for the rest of our lives
yet give a child a job

and the road is vastly different
give a child a job
they get married start a family
save for their home

Children fight, to prove themselves
a child lost, in a fountain, of confusion
ready to prove themselves a man
yet we ignore their needs 

to many lives are lost
trying to find the inner man
trying to cope
with the broken hearts of love

in the wild the male stag
fights to prove he's come of age
fights to prove his right to mate
we think ourselves above 

yet nature still holds sway
the birth of life the summer stage
we but actors in life plays
the male stag has come of age 

I remember my youth
when we as a group of four
planed to defend ourselves at a dance
parking the car blocks away

who would stand and who would leave
each to head in different directions
only to find the dance had been shut down
to much violence in the town

In my teenage years
I started smoking 
enjoyed a drink
suffered pain lost love complete

Teenagers the time 
where mum and dad
are no longer the gods of advice
as we develop the adult mind

start to believe that we know better
remember the arguments
all my friends will be there
yet how much more we have learned

How do we protect our youth 
if we leave them roaming the streets
we talk about abuse
yet not having work 

not having a career
is the greatest mistake
help get the youth off our streets
build jobs for all our people 



Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2015

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What Was I Thinking


It never brought me fame or fortune;
But still I’m content with the path I chose.
I never rose to high positions or seats of power;
But I’m happy to have influenced the lives of others.
At the pearly gates, I expect to hear God say, “Well done”.


Make no mistake about it, imperfection is in everyone’s DNA.
Second guessing has its place, but need not attach itself to us.        I work hard to get it right, not wanting to redo it a second time.
Sometimes, on certain matters, I dwell too long thinking it through.

Though I tend to investigate, and my due diligence is  above average; still, I failed miserably by making my first new car a Chevrolet Chevette. I was very young and inexperienced in the world of purchasing cars. Fortunately, it was indeed a mistake I never have repeated.                           

First of all, I needed a small economy car that was easy on the gas.  However, my little blue Chevy was sluggish and did not like the hills of San Francisco.  For seven years, it was literally an uphill climb until I moved my family to the flat lands of Sacramento.
                                                                                

Yes, I bought other four cylinders cars; but they had a lot more pep and power.  And yes, although my little blue car cost me $1000 down and several years of payments, I learned my lesson well.  And although it served me for some ten years, still I ask, “What was I thinking?”
06302016 PS Contest, Your Biggest Mistake

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

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Cat Tale

Cat tale.

Christy Christafur Cat was born in Virginia but
eight week later moved to Maryland.

A Christmas gift indeed. Christy’s ancestors 
came from Georgia' in Russia Christy says.

Christy is a good business cat. Good business
seemingly a rarity, owned The National Cat Café.

Some said when it opened it had had its day.
It is still open to this very day and has its way.

Like other Cat tales you might wish this one 
would go away but Christy cat does say.

The National Cat Café is here to say but some
do ask just where is that café.

As Christy knows, as will you, it is in your
heart there to stay. Christy Love has her way.






Copyright © John Hardison | Year Posted 2016

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He Who Hath No Music Hath No Soul

“He who hath no music hath no soul,"
It was a saying from one of our employees out of control.
My husband and I owned a business and did well,
But then one of our workers decided he would raise some hell.

Some of the machinists loved their music in the shop,
It made them happy, and we didn't tell them to stop.
But it became the war of the radios with a musical fight,
It was a battle each day waiting to ignite.

One day my husband had enough, and threw his hands in the air,
Then he left to stay on his boat, with no music to blare.
They had been warned, but took no heed,
So I gave them all a memo, with a no radio creed.

The next day I found notices plastered all over the place,
"He who hath no music hath no soul," was in every space.
I took down the signs and went on with work,
Even though I knew who did the handiwork.

That weekend the culprit decided to get even with me,
Livid with no music, he was as mean as could be.
He came to our house and lit a fire,
But lucky for us the flame expired.

He then skipped town and left the state,   
And the cops got word if he returned a cell would await!
I will always remember, "He who hath no music hath no soul…"
That guy risked going to jail for his rock n' roll!

Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2016

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WHAT PRICE SAFETY? {Edited Version}

how much is it worth to you to feel safe and secure?
how much would you spend? how much could you afford?
what is the monetary value that you would place on your life?
how much money would it take? how much would you sacrifice?
what price safety? how much money would you spend
just to have that feeling of security once again?

too frightened to get on the elevator in the building where you reside
don't know if you'll make it to your door before a thief is at your side
too scared to walk to your car alone in a public parking lot
don't know if you'll get the keys in the door before you're assaulted or shot
America has been on heightened alert since the Twin Towers did fall
the airports, the borders and Homeland Security are constantly on the ball
so how much would you spend to remove from your life that spirit of fear?
how many dollars would it take to protect what you hold dear?

there're not enough police to go around to be in society's face
so security officers take up the slack and stand in their place
we've become the front line defenders that the community sees
to detect, protect and defend them and their property
yet without benefit of weapons, no batons, no vests or guns
we hold to our positions and we get the job done
but we're at a disadvantage when it comes to getting paid
for we barely make what would be considered a livable wage
what price safety? what would it be worth to you
to give security officers what they are due?
what price safety? I ask you once more
what price would you pay just to feel secure?
WHAT PRICE SAFETY?

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2009