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Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details |

GIANTVILLISM AND CITY OF THE BEAN PEOPLE PART 1

INTRO
A wonderful world it is contemplated Jake as he planted his seed to grow his beanstalk. He knew that this beanstalk would nourish many so he watched it grow. One day he awoke and the beanstalk was clearing the sky and he decided to climb it. Singing merrily to himself: “Oh, what wonderful day to play with your evolution. I planted this stalk of beans and it's growing beyond my conception. So I shall climb it to discover has it evolved another wonderful world beyond .” Jake was foremost a positive thinker. He began to climb singing "evolution conception a world beyond - evolution conceives a world afar."
DAY ONE OF JAKE’S ADVENTURE
Jake climbed the beanstalk that day. He discovered that there was life formed beyond but he was afraid to adventure further and promised himself that he would build the courage to go the step afar. He knew that he had to be well prepared for his adventure, so on his descent down the stalk he began to develop his plan for his journey to continue. As always, Jake began to sing: “ Mmmm… The adventure I am about to partake could be quite dangerous; however, I must completely discover that place. I know that it may be my very last visit – the next – but I am going back to conquer it and that’s that .” Jake begins to instill belief in self.
Jack’s Next Adventure
As Jack planned he would make two weapons and use them if needed. He would take some food with him for his sustenance and a change of clothes for his comfort. He must travel lightly. He cannot be overloaded. This was an adventure to discover the beyond and then return home. He would set some landmarks as he journey within this other world to ensure that he could return to his beanstalk, therefore, assuring his returning home and thus, hopefully safely. Day ten, after the discovery of this world beyond, Jake began to climb his beanstalk once again. Now know that this City that Jack was from had many beanstalks. Did Jack think he was only one with this discovery? Everyone had to plant their own individual beanstalk. Was Jack’s the only one with a world beyond or did he share this with others? Secrets were known to be kept in City of the Bean People forever. Well now Jack had arrived into this other world beyond via his beanstalk. It was a flora place and no one was stirring about. He walked and walked and walked until he came to a cellulosic world. Amidst these cell walls of plants and algae was a cave-like house. He heard loud snoring. He felt to see had he lost his weapons. He had not. Jake entered the house. At first he saw feet then legs. These legs were very long but finally he arrived at the knee caps about 6 minutes later. He knew then that this was a big, big person. He became afraid, but he tiptoed on. He discovered the Giant. He was not about to wake him. Jake decided it was time to end this adventure for now and return home. It took Jack about 1 day to complete his journey home. Nevertheless, he knew he would be back to meet this big person. He had to so that he could discover this world beyond forever. Meaning, he desired the world beyond to be part of his constructed life; therefore, he knew he would fulfill his desire.
JOURNEY TO MEET BIG PERSON
Jake did not remove his landmarks on his journey home from his last adventure that took him into the world beyond. He would travel via these landmarks so that he knew how to get back to the Giant’s home. Two weeks later Jake went on his third adventure. His plan was to meet this Big Person and become friends with him if this was possible. He knew his life could be endangered because he was a small man, but he had to find out if this Giant could be his friend. So Jake went on his merriment way singing: “ This will be quite an adventure. The third trip to what I will call Giantvillism. It’s quite a beautiful place to me, as I see life forming and then there’s this Big Person. Giant he will be call, quite scary after all; however, very much worth the adventure and a connection to his world .” Jake stopped singing and walked quietly, continuing on his journey, as he completed climbing his beanstalk. As Jake continued on his journey to Giant’s home, he constantly discovered new knowledge about Giantvillism. Everything was cellulosic. But he notices that some of these cellulosic things may be able to take human life form. However, it seemed that they needed triggering. An evolutionary world he had discovered with biological means and after he met Giant and if they became friends, he would find this world’s trigger point because it was necessary and should be develop and this is the premise he would live by and also influence Giant to do the same through his instruction, if needed. Hopefully, Giant may know how to do this himself but needed a motivator. Jake knew well that he was that and more. Jake perceived himself as quite powerful. Halfway to Giant’s home Jake felt aspiration and became aspirated and as usually, began to sing while breathing out. He continued his singing merrily and almost ran into Giant who was outside his home. Jake found himself no more than twenty feet away from Giant when he saw his legs in a standing position. Jake did a double-take and hid behind an object he did not have a name for but if he described it, it would be to him a big fossil plant or maybe an artifact of this world. Giant began to move and it seems as if he was humming. However, Jake decided he was singing in his native language, which words sounded like those of a hummingbird. Jake needed a plan of approach and while he was thinking, he fell asleep behind the big fossil plant.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Victoria Anderson-Throop | Details |

FIRST GLANCE EMBRACE

                                              
                                               FIRST GLANCE EMBRACE

  (HER STORY)

                                                      She grabbed his voice
                                                     Though conference din
                                                     Sought to win his gaze--
                                              But crowds of gabbers tottered in...
                                        He missed the sexy nod she sent his way--
                                      Distracted by a phone call--faded from his day.

                                                         But oh, that face....
                                                      Would not be gone....
                                                                 wild
                                                      bony visage--home
                                                          of passion's eyes--
                                                       Fate teased in him
                                                           her Paradise--

                                                                   an 
                                                            Upward Man
                                                   Brash Upward Plans--
                                    Of course, his heart must be attached--

                                                       Her stubborn mind
                                                    holds fast to dreams,
                                                         bows to Fate--
                                                   but loathe to schemes....

                                                        In sultry dreams
                                                       The night is theirs
                                                          Palm to Palm--
                                                    All answered Prayers.

                                                            Eyes exult
                                                      Besieged by bliss--
                                                     becalmed threshold
                                                          of moonlit kiss

                                                       she Owns his Face
                                                 sweet charmed caressing
                                                     that leaves no trace
                                                       but silent blessing


                                                               (His Story)
                                                              

                                                           Over a shoulder
                                                             behind a pole
                                                            he saw a face
                                                     that grabbed his soul
                                                           wild hair so red
                                                       his heart caught fire
                                                          hands of grace
                                                      could capture choirs

                                                          Laugh of bells
                                                       tolled 'cross the hall
                                                        just as he moved
                                                            he had a call--
                                          stepped out in search of quiet space,
                                                           cut short his call
                                                          yet lost her face--

                                                           She was gone...
                                                            Another man?
                                                            Abysmal sight....
                                                            a f_cking awful
                                                           maddening plight.

                                                         He's lost his chance,
                                                          in town One Night.

                                                         Her essence brands,
                                                         Flays bare his heart--

                                                          But business swirls
                                                        Worlds...seas apart--

                                                                 Mellifluous
                                                            tho' hard to place
                                                     She is a tune he can't erase


                                                            the Dreamers tryst
                                                            shake clouds above
                                                               Moon Shadows
                                                                      Glow--
                                                              She nuzzles love
                                                            and slips o-er him
                                                              in  Passion's Glove.

V. Anderson-Throop

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013


Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details |

GIANTVILLISM AND CITY OF THE BEAN PEOPLE PART 4

Religious gatherings happen on Thursday as well in Bean’s Cathedral.  The Scribes would read from The Doctrine of Crop and Harvest and the Bean people who attended would be blessed for a greater existence in which this would prepare them to covenant in Bean Town on Thursday night.  Their partying was very diverse.  They did not drink liquor but had many things to drink and a lot of food to eat.  Those that did not attend would be attending to last minute business in which the Scribes understood and blessed them with The Smoke of Missing Hope during Bean’s Cathedral Religious Gathering.  Once this was done all was well in City of the Bean People and Bean Town tinkled.

Jake’s Return to Giantvillism
Now Jake was quite ready to return to Giantvillism, however, he wanted to be prepared for whatever. So on the day of his departure, which was three months from the last; he gathered has weapons and added a flask of merriment. This he would give to Giant as a gift. As always, Jake begin to sing: “ I am going to give Giant a gift. A flask of merriment and he will enjoy this. Therefore, I’m on my way to Giantvillism and maybe Giant and I will travel beyond into his cellulosic world !” Jake began to climb his beanstalk, which took three hours to the top. Once he finally made it to solid ground, Jake began to walk. He knew his way well now because of the eleven times he had visit Giant and this was the twelfth. Jake felt at ease and please with being here in which he knew that Giant awaited his return and that Giant knew he was coming [this day]. As Jake travel on to Giant’s cave, he discovered that some of the cellulosic life forms had evolved. He saw a little man building a house and stop to converse, however, the little man, did not seem to hear a word spoken so Jake tapped him on the shoulder and both the little man and the house he was constructing vanished. Jake walked on until he came upon a woman with four children and she spoke to Jake. “Hello, Jake! So, you return today.” Jake was overwhelmed. She knew his name, but he did not know hers. Jake responded: “What is your name my lady? I do not know yours, however, you do know mine.” “My name is Melody. I am a gypsy. Therefore, I know things that Bean People do not.” Jake became fascinated and asked: “How do you know that I am a Bean person?” Melody answered and said: “Well gypsies have insight into others’ lives or life lines and Jake with you, it is your height, which is the factor. I must go now with my four and maybe I will see you again to tell you some more.” Jake smiled and bid her farewell and not a goodbye. “About five miles”, Jake thought “and I will be at Giant’s house.” Humming and then he begin to sing because he knew this would make time leave much sooner. This is the melody Jake song. “,My life is that of an ordinary man. I stand 5”6” and have such small hands. But if I need to be as big as I can be, I have another half of pint in me. My wife truly loves me and soon, yes I do believe, she be traveling with me to Gianvillism and we will make love in this cellulosic world as we did in Bean Town as teenagers. Oh, her name is Nefa!” Finally, arriving at Giant’s cave house; however, Giant was not at home in which Jake knew he would wait because he was there to stay for at least five days, which his wife Nefa knew he would be gone for that long but no longer than fourteen days or two weeks. Jake fell asleep and was awakened by Giant’s return home. Giant knew he was there and came into his home with a loud bellow: “Hello Jake, glad of your return. I have a pleasant surprise for you. Some of the cellulosic life forms have evolved in Giantvillism and with me is my cousin Maddy.” Jake jumped from his mat and states: “I discovered this on my journey to see you, Giant. First, I met a little man building a house. I tried to talk to him, but he did not hear me and when I touched him on his shoulder he and his house disappeared. Next, I met a gypsy named Melody who knew me immediately by name and by my people. However, I knew nothing about her. We talked and then she had to leave. So, Giant I am not that surprised but I would like to know why do you call Maddy your cousin?” Giant responded: “Well, Jake you see I am from a cellulosic life form as well and Maddy evolved the same way I did. Being from a cellulosic life form one do not evolve as brothers or sisters; only cousins. Therefore, our family history in Giantvillism is based on the foundation of how we evolve. Maddy is the second of my evolutionary life form.” Giant, Maddy, and Jake begin to get to know each other. It seems that all the difficulty Jake was afraid of in getting to know Giant three months ago had been banished when the cellulosic life form evolved while Jake was away. Jake was learning about Giant’s life through him telling Maddy about what it meant to be from the cell of the Big People. It seems that this cell came in many heights because Maddy was not a giant. He was about 6”1”. Jake would say that women would think he was considerably handsome. Giant also said that The Cell of the Big People would evolve many more cousins within the next five years as adults in order for them to procreate and start families. Jake then spoke and told both that this is what happen in his world as well. Giant went on to say that many more life forms were in Giantvillism and their cells had the same capabilities and authorities. With all said, Jake thought: “Hmmm, every world becomes different but then they are all quite the same.”

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

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


Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details |

GIANTVILLISM AND CITY OF THE BEAN PEOPLE PART 2

JAKE’S PLAN OF APPROACH
Once Jack awoke, he began to plan his approach. As he was doing this, he noticed many things about the environment that surrounded him. He paid close attention because these things would help him plan his approach more accurately to Giant’s being. This was home so therefore, it must affect him in some way somehow. The algae changed colors. The cells breathe and the air sometimes hyperventilated when it was required by the cellulosic life forming in Giantvillism. Thus, Giant could be startled and Jake could get his attention by talking to him this time until he knew it was appropriate to meet. That is when one did not fear the other. Jake expressed himself as the in-depth intellectual. Giant appeared and Jake said in his native language: “Hello Big Person. I have given you a name– Giant.” Giant looked startled. However, Giant said in his native language, which for whatever reason Jake understood: “Are you here on a visit? Are you cellulosic as well or something else?” Jake sense that someone or something else had visited here before so he asked: “Do you have many visitors?” Giant responded normally: “Yes, of the cellulosic kind but I feel you are different because you chose to hide.” Jake said: “We must get to know each other first and be comfortable with the knowledge that I am not like here before I come out of hiding. Giant, as I call you, I will know when that is appropriate or when it is time for us to meet in person. I will be back and we will get to know each other more. However, this time we must not because I sense your apprehension and you sense mine. Courage will be both our stance and maybe the vibes will tell us that the next time. Do you agree?” Giant says: “Yes go!” Jack found that Giant may be visually stronger than him but was not going to use that ability to seek him out this time. He asked himself why and left quietly. These meetings took place for several weeks when Giant stated: “Hello Jack and I do thank you for telling me your name. You may go but on your next visit we will meet in person. You know I am visually better than you and maybe once I seek you out, the next time you are in my village, I will tell you more! Bye for now and I’ll await your next visit. I will know when you arrive.” Jake said: “Thanks, and I will ponder over this for a moment before my return. Bye for now!” Jack leaves well pleased and [the] Giant sneeze, smiles and leave walking in the opposite direction of Jack as if by pure coincidence. Nevertheless, Jake did not sense this.
City of the Bean People
The City of the Bean People is quite a beautiful place. It is such a pleasant environment that no one mocks it in any way. The Bean People create landmarks that are individualized and part of each individual’s mind in which others cannot define. Jake has his own personal beanstalk as everyone does, therefore, this is how this is done. As a life formed, The Bean People remain little girls and boys even as adults in which age is just a number and mortal life is that of an immortal. The tallest male in the city is about 5 “7” and the shortest male is about 4 “9,” however, this is the majority of the time. Jake was one of the rare ones. He stood at 5 “6 ½” tall. The tallest female in the city was 5 “5” and the shortest female was 4 “7”. Nefa, Jake’s wife, stood at 4 “9” in which many of the females in City of the Bean People possessed the same height. Thus, one would know that Jake married because he loved Nefa as he did his own life. This is told because more than often in City of the Bean People marriage was chosen based on height and everyone want to be mated just right. Physical fitness was not an issue. Because this City was individually bean stalked, everyone climbed and walked. Obesity was not seen. More or less, in City of the Bean People, they were fine specimens of human beings. Body tight and muscles in place, City of the Bean People was ahead of nations in exercise, healthcare, and life span with a low mortality rate. Morals and principality were practice though The Doctrine of Crop and Harvest. Each male and female had to adapt to this doctrine in their own way and integrate it into the family once they became adults and mated in which marriage was mandated. The Bean People religion was denominational in which they called themselves Prosperus because they have lived their lives in abundance and prosperity since their creation and/or cellulosic existence - never being ill or poor always maintaining their subsistence.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Dennis East | Details |

My Lesson about Friendships

¬¬Well, my father was a printer and arranged that I was too. 
And then rescued me to join him when decided he was through.
They were big footsteps to follow, as I'd got myself a wife 
But he filled me up with confidence, enough to last for life.

We grew our business slowly, knowing work would soon appear
Spending hours on the road each day, we talked our way through fear.
And twice a week we shared a van and drove to London town, 
With samples to a chemist’s lab – as our contract duty bound.

In return for this commitment, we delivered ton on ton  
of tablets round the country - and saw our haulage days begun. 
Oh, that journey was so dear to us - it gave us chance to plan, 
Plus to mend the world and air our dreams like only family can.

For the year before I joined him, Dad had made this trip alone 
To a seedy lab in Whitechapel - three floors above a dome.
And the first time that he took me to this lonely, dingy street 
He introduced me to a chap you wouldn't normally meet.

A large and limping refuse man - complete with cart and broom, 
Who came trundling up to greet us, like we couldn't come too soon.
He said, "Allo Bryn is this your boy? He looks just like you said.
Mum's made enough for three of us - I hope he likes brown bread."

Then he climbed inside and filled the cab to shelter from the rain. 
and he shook my hand with numbing grip - saying "Billy is me name. 
Your old man's really good to me, he's the only one what cares, 
As most folk hardly knows I'm here, aside from those what stares..."

“We meets up here two times a week, and have our little chats,
An he tells me bout his boxing and I tells him bout me cats.
On Thursdays I brings crusty rolls on Tuesday's he brings cake, 
Just me Mum, she likes her baking and she's chuffed I've got a mate.”

Now as our loads they got bigger, Dad spent more time in his lorry. 
Leaving me to do the samples, and new business my first quarry.
You see, we needed more deliveries to make it worth the trip,
So I knocked on doors and rung some bells and tried to get a grip.

It was then we had a piece of luck, as a company up the road 
Had seen our vans and thought it right to try us with a load.
So they filled me up from front to back, with drops in London town, 
and it took an age to plan the route and find my way around.

But on Tuesday's and on Thursday's I still did the sample drop
But found little time for Billy, but occasionally I'd stop.
He understood, he'd seen us full with boxes floor to ceiling,
And he wondered how we did it all from West Ham through to Ealing. 

And then at last that fateful day, to London without Dad.
I was loaded full of cameras with the samples in the cab.
I'd parked up in our usual spot, but hadn't seen our mate,
So I grabbed the pills and climbed the stairs for fear of being late.

Then just as I’d got to the top, our alarm let out its cries
I looked down to see a nightmare taking place before my eyes. 
There were both my van doors open wide and a car was backed up tight. 
And there was movement and loud shouting from a God almighty fight.

I saw three masked men and Billy, who was keeping them at bay.
He'd laid two out with his shovel and a third had run away.
I quickly galloped down the stairs to see what I could do,
and found Billy trying to wake one, as the other one came to.

He’d bound them up with cable ties, no fear they’d run away 
He said, “a lady’s rung the cop shop and the police were on their way.
It's just a shame your Dad ain’t here, he would have loved the scrap
And we might have got the third one, he was such a big old chap.”

Well the police got there in minutes and they quickly took control 
And the crooks looked very sorry that they'd dug themselves a hole.
They just hadn’t planned for Billy who had heard the van’s alarm go
And had as much idea as we did – that old Bill was ex Commando.

I phoned my Dad first chance I could, once statements had been taken.
And old Billy was commended; he was pride of Brick Lane Station.
Boy, it really does come home to you, when you're victim of a crime, 
That you never know what kind of friend - will step up to the line.

Copyright © Dennis East | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by evrod samuel | Details |

The City And The State Of Play Today

THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY

No one worries about morals today 
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on the outside looking in 
Are the only ones feeling queasy 
As avarice and selfishness triumphs
So easily 

Good corporate citizens they claim to be
Industry awards abound on their walls
As thank you tokens from themselves
Yet society harbours a lot of ill-will
As it feels the often brute force of 
The raid
 Grab 
And destroy mentality
Of people only wishing to make money 
Any which way 
While Using up all of society’s communal resources

Sharks abound
The waters are forever bloody as they 
Know no fraternity and would gladly 
Cannibalize anyone with no influence 
The ability to upend competitors
A cherished characteristic 
In a bullish machismo drenched environment 

Bullet proof psyches
Absorb and repel any pangs
About unfairness
Blocking any regulatory or chattering classes’
Attempt at nirvana and equality 
They employ better paid lobbyist 
So always have the upper hand 
In influencing policy 

The gravitational attraction of money 
Towards another even bigger pot of money 
Numbs any cautionary instinct
That would take a long term view 
The thrill of instant riches
Overpowers common sense 
And even decency 
Fat cats they all wish to be 

The slickness of glossy tongued lobbyist
Who spin wrongs till they become rights
Embolden oestrogen low males with no inbuilt brakes
To take risks that eventually cost them disgrace 
They are champions of graft not of society 

Loopholes in legislation
That were built in by too friendly politicians 
Coupled with ambiguous suits and claims
Cause far reaching hardship when the good old days are long gone 
The villains only muster some phantom national pride
 When begging for a lighter sentence 
Some are forgiven
Others fatally wounded by an unforgiving public

Lots of money can be made both legally and illegally
As one racket is closed another materialises instantly
The conveyor belt of dishonesty
Overwhelms bureaucracy 
Who is not David to the goliath that is money

The ethos is wealth
The acquisition and the maintaining of gains
Not often acquired through hard work
There is no limit of acceptable financial comfort
For the millionaire always wants to be a billionaire
And the mega rich super rich

Money must always be hidden from the taxman
Shareholders want tax free dividends
Investors want tax breaks for buying with other people’s money 
Infrastructure and new runways must be built 
But not from the pocket of those who wish it 

With their hands outstretched
And always wanting more and more
From a government too eager to please 
We have a tax system geared to the advantage of party donors
And non-domiciled moguls and tycoons
Who know no philanthropy unless it is tax efficient 

Disadvantaging society by  
Never paying their fair and moral share 
The largess they reap so selfishly
They wish not to share 
Wages are low
Taxes are nil
Only the investor wins as we pay his bills

Fast paced expansionist dogma
Is preached within city limits
Only the highest paid
The biggest company
The greatest profits
Are allowed 
They are held up as ideals that all who
Wish to succeed must follow
Gunslingers they all appear to be
Rushing in to capitalize on the wanton success of their peers
The cloud of misery left behind 
Is never seen for the look forward 
Never backward 
Hindsight is never welcomed in this parasitic environment 

The political will to weed out these reckless demons
Is lukewarm at best 
The revolving door of government creating opportunities
For industry and industry gratefully accepting politicians post government 
Ensures that self-interest is king 

An economy built on flawed assumptions of wealth creation
Is one that must forever be in hyper-drive
Creating ever expanding demand and supply 
That is as real as a thief’s conscience 
When taking the rings off a dead persons fingers 

Money must always be made for 
There is no alternative 
Wealth is good
Poverty to them is laziness

The city is not the heart and soul
Of the nation
It is but one player in a system skewed in its favour
We all must share in the wealth of this country
To ensure its longevity  

Copyright © evrod samuel | Year Posted 2013


Long poem by Verlena S. Walker | Details |

GIANTVILLISM AND CITY OF THE BEAN PEOPLE PART 5

Jake’s Two Week Stay
Jake Castle began to think about Giant and Maddy. Looking in his case he decided to write a melody for when he brings his family, which include Nefa (his wife) and his three children (Jake, Jr. who was named after Jake, Nefreda Maria who was named after Nefa whose name was Nefreda Marie, and Joseph), to Giantvillism on his next visit in which they would perform this melody for the Giant and Maddy. And, of course, Giant and Maddy would be included in this performance.
Jake’s Melody
From the Big People cell in this cellulosic world stands Giant and Maddy - two of the same. What well they do with their knowledge? Well, Giant states there will be more evolvement! From the Big People cell in this cellulosic world, stands Giant and Maddy; two of the same. Why are they cousins? They cellulosic life forms are from the Big People cell. From the Big People cell in this cellulosic world, stands Giant and Maddy; two of the same. Do you think there will be more like them? Will Giant speak? I am in this melody and Jake calls me Giant. My people have started evolving, therefore, more than sure; there will be more of me and Maddy. Jake now knows of my hidden strength and that is through other’s writings. From the Big People cell in this cellulosic world, stands Giant and Maddy; two of the same. Jake has visited Giant many times and now Maddy is here twice. Family I bring for number thirteen and now we will tell what we have seen ! Jake finished his melody and went to where Giant and Maddy was standing. He did not say anything to Giant about his mental abilities. Jake felt he should wait to see would Giant ever share out or would he keeps this a secret. This would tell Jake what he needed to know and how to go when evolving continued. Jake pulled Giant’s shirt. “Hello Giant, I have awakened.” “Oh, of course, Jake; you are back and ready to journey with Maddy and I,” asked Giant? “And Jake, my real name is Herbert but you can call me Giant. I have become kind of fond of that nickname,” stated Giant. Jake responded and said, “You shall be Herbert the Giant and your name shall be shortened to Giant. However, do you have a surname or a last name?” Herbert the Giant states: “My people last name is Big People. Therefore, my last name would be Herbert of the Big People, which you have substituted for the Giant.” Jake ask, “Which would you prefer, Herbert the Giant or Herbert of the Big People?” Giant said softly, “Jake please call me Giant as a nickname but my real name has to remain Herbert of the Big People.” Jake said, “Well do!”
The Big Person Stone
Maddy had many things to tell Giant and Jake, but he had also one thing to hide and that was a secret he kept deep inside. Every morning Maddy woke with a glow and Giant would ask: “Are you well Maddy?” Maddy’s response was: “I am growing Giant and that’s why I glow!” “ Glow Maddy, Glow; Go Maddy, Go; Grow Maddy, Grow !” stated Giant.” “Reason being that I know Maddy’s secret and he will keep this secret because it is just us two and never will he tell the truth. Nevertheless, the truth will be revealed when the stone of life plants a tree,” sang Giant. “Maddy will wonder should he tell me.” Maddy continues to glow for about three years. He grew just as tall as he could be, which is 7 feet “3” inches. Cells were formed on this tree and Maddy wife was one from this blessing. Giant did not seek Maddy for an explanation but stated to Maddy he still possessed his secret and that is when Maddy spoke of the stone and Giant and he became blood. And all know this is when a family was formed. The Big People Stone created the monarchy that ruled Giantvillism. Giant would be the King and Maddy was part of the Royal Family. This was not known to Jake and his family and would be revealed when Jake returned in late December. Many surprises are in store for Jake of the Bean People. Giant and Maddy will be the presenters. __________________________________________________________________|

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

The Doctor Is A Dead Man Walking

Bob had a special talent
That only worked in his men’s store.
He had ‘clothing ESP’.
He knew what his customers wanted…and more.

When customer would come into his store
Bob would invariably say, 
“Hello. I'm Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

And he was always right,
Never missed a color, fabric, style or size.
He even knew the necessary alterations.
Customers couldn’t believe their ears and eyes.

Meanwhile, in another part of town,
Joe had a pounding, relentless migraine
For every minute for more than five years,
It had driven him near insane.

He’d lost his job to the pain.
Then, he lost his wife.
He had lost a lot of weight and rarely slept.
Yes, his was a miserable life.

And, of course,  sex was out of the question…
Even a little self-abuse.
There was nothing left for Joe but pain.
He felt his life was of no use.

So, Joe went to his doctor.
“Doc, please help me end this pain.
Give me something to make me sleep
And never wake up again.”

“You know I can’t assist your suicide.”,
Then he looked sad, perhaps ashamed.
“I never dreamed it would last five years,
But I know how to end the pain.”

“You can make it go away?!
Tell me, Doc!  What’s the word?”
“I’ll have to remove your testicles.”
Was the last thing that Joe heard.

But…when he came to, it struck him.
Sex was out of the question anyway;
But he might enjoy his meals again,
And he could sleep for days.

“Please check me in, Doc.
This opportunity I cannot shirk.”
So, the doctor removed his testicles.
He did his very best work.

A few days later, Joe waddled along,
Headache free and feeling pretty nice;
But every attractive woman he saw 
Reminded him of his sacrifice.

He decided it was appropriate
To do something nice for himself for a change.
So, he went into a travel agency;
And a six month cruise he arranged.

As he left the travel agency,
He was excited, feeling ready to go;
But for such a glorious adventure,
He would need new clothes.

As he walked along, he saw Bob’s Men's Store.
He walked in, only to hear Bob say,
“Hello.  I’m Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

“How could you know?” asked Joe.
“It’s a gift.  I don’t know how, but I do.
You’ve suffered five years with an ailment,
Found relief, so now you’re taking a cruise.” 

Joe could not believe his ears.
How could this stranger possibly know?
"You're right! That's amazing!
And I'm going to need new clothes." 

Bob then laid out a fabulous wardrobe
All the right colors, fabrics, styles…and each size.
Joe was incredibly impressed.
He could hardly believe his ears and eyes.

“How do you like the wardrobe?”
“It’s wonderful!”  Bob could see that Joe was pleased.
“Now,” said Bob, “What about undergarments;
You know…shorts and tees?

Let’s see…medium crew neck tees, all cotton.
I believe that you prefer white….
And jockey shorts, all cotton…. 34s.
Yes, I'm sure that’s right.”

Joe beamed, “You’re an amazing talent
And I just this second realized,
You've laid out this entire wardrobe
And only missed one size.”

Bob, surprised by his mistake, asked, “Really?
What did I miss?  I did my best for you.”
“Well…you’re right.” said Joe, “I do wear Jockeys,
But…well…I wear 32s.

“Oh, no!” said Bob with an ugly grimace.
“That would be a serious mistake.
Thirty-twos will cramp your balls, 
You’ll get migraine headaches.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014


Long poem by John Hamilton | Details |

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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