To win struggle in the face of peace
Is to the bow of poignant silence amidst emergency
Pledge for warm glowing reviewing tease
In darken pulse to ripple effective insurgency
Teach my lineaments to lament not
Either in cool cruelty or noisy discernment
Teach, oh teach me to be prudent and no hot
Either in comfort zone or in heart's troubled interment
Let the atmosphere whispers of her sigh
Whenever moon is late to appear up high
Let the men play with your hair and makeup
Whenever the phone isn't of any tracking blowup
Teach my lineaments be able bodied
As the night checks morning
so candied
Property
Should an inmate of operations in correction be elected post haste to representative of delegation proceed as resignation is declared prior, and during trials of law
Military justice is also the same.
What say you on your auction
Assemblyman Irwin?
You will say post haste
As now you are a draft
Not being able bodied and male of remarkable age and criteria the auction
Continues
To degrade not grade an otherwise statement
of use to liberty for we have found a new war we have not the ability to create against
As we remain shackle we will not allow further questions.
We have been defeated
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At sunset, orange frescos on the west wall
Sink gradually into the bowels of hills flung
By distant wavelengths of a backward illusion,
Which yells silently at concupiscent terns,
Yodelling and returning from carnivals of the
Wild. From the faint glow, a rainbow stretches
For a cuddle, musing over a curious world,
Ditched by diaphanous tarradiddles of the odd.
Shadows on ground level travel on painted
Tars, recreating their bosoms on surfaces
Raven-black and soot-framed.
Seagulls welcome waves in one cracked voice,
Honking the horns of billed staccato.
Among able-bodied patterns of bituminous tracks,
Rivers, ponds, pools seek their faces on sun-flushed
Mirrors, which laugh at their fatuous inclinations
Mired by the sputum of drained rains.
Politicans and dignatarys banned from speaches at eighty
Years commemeration at außwiz-birkenau 2025..Maybe?
A change for the better follows? I hope to hear admonition
As regards the atrocious acts being done today from these
Venerable survivours if they can manage it.? I think any
Speakers after this (should be from the arts) and sports drawn from
Those that have faced real adversitys able bodied or otherwise.' And from a balanced
Pool of humanity.)
Once upon a time, it was our able-bodied kin
Taken or traded for guns' dark din.
To toil in fields, their labour bound
In homes and plants, their freedom drowned.
Then they realized, beneath our ***** soil is grace
Abundant wealth, a bounty to trace.
Our ***** lands gleam of riches of course
Yet as this story unfolds, one wonders, a blessing or curse.
As all the conflicts they made stems from them
All our woes are as a result of them.
Ecosystems suffer, livelihoods wane
A double-edged sword, a loss or a gain?
Diamonds glint, Gold sparkles, the ore a beautiful sight
But their sparkle masks a darker plight.
For our blood has stained their brilliant hue
An unbelievable story yet so true.
We can rewrite our narrative, reshape our story
Reclaiming our past glories.
Where gold and diamond, symbols of pride
No longer shackled by others' tide.
healthy,
hale, able-bodied,
exercising, healing, mending
sanitary, hygiene, infirm, illness
puking, regurgitating, dying
afflicted, queasy
sick
Date written: 02/07/2023
Some call him lazy and his wife calls him a jerk.
His wife is very angry because he will not work.
He won't get a job even though he's an able-bodied man.
Her husband refuses to get a job even though he can.
His wife is getting sick and tired of having to support him and their four kids.
She'd like to auction him off on ebay and she doesn't care how low people would bid.
He says that he can't work even though he has no disability.
His wife would get a divorce but she'd have to pay alimony.
She struggles to support her family and doesn't know where to turn.
An extra paycheck would come in handy but the bum will never learn.
He likes to sit on his ass and watch TV all day long while drinking his beer.
If the slob could be paid for that, he would earn a million bucks every year.
When everything is said and done,
His wife is looking to buy a shotgun.
When he continues to refuse to get a job, his wife does not know what to do.
If you're a woman who will take him off her hands, she will be indebted to you.
Peeking in the door at me at a quarter to three
What to my amazed wandering eyes could it be?
A goblin or a ghost or a tiny warlock banshee?
Peeking in the door at me at a quarter to three…
I ran to the door and I looked out with all my able-bodied might.
And I flipped on my notoriously not-very-good porch light.
But what was I able to see at this time of night?
Just a flickering bulb that was not very helpful or bright.
I began to search for a flashlight when I heard a tee-hee.
Something invisible, which was giggling, was following me!
My blood ran cold and I asked it to please leave me alone.
Then I and she came over here to write this little poem.
It could be a gargoyle, a phantom vampire or a witch.
Whatever it is, it makes the floaters in my eye fairly twitch.
It’s Hallows Eve and the night is as black as pitch.
Whoever it is, it has a laugh that scares me and Uncle Mitch.
On daily basis producing their hyperactive arms
For their better-offs’ less automatic alms:
On lucky charity, therefore, badly dependent,
With things not looking quite resplendent.
The word ‘Pauper’ fitting their circumstance,
Year after year, not exceeding a certain distance.
In their quest for help, increasingly instinctive
And like lawyers, by dress distinctive:
Theirs an unplanned celebration of shabbiness
With a sickening inclination to hairs of shagginess.
Beggars, though there are, who gorgeous clothes put on,
On purpose trying to win onlookers’ good opinion:
The pass-mark of character who channel their pity
To only The Sophisticated in their society.
Still beggars there are by laziness manufactured
On their physique no injuries nor the restructured
Nor, for that matter, the obvious blindness
Nor observable lameness;
Able-bodied men we shouldn’t have assisted,
Until they have persisted
With aspiring tuneful voices aiming to mesmerize us
Or comic displays such as one loves.
Beggars might remain people of lowly station
Further pitted against reduced expectation.
We should have let them stay,
Since they brought Christianity,
formal education and civilization.
We should have let them stay,
Even though they made away with African valuables such as gold, ivory, rubber, palm oil, wood, cotton, artifacts, etc.
We should have let them stay,
Even though the reason for their mission was for slave trade and cheap labour.
We should have let them stay,
As able-bodied Africans were amassed to the European tobacco plantations by force, deceit or exchange.
We should have let them stay,
Even though they saw Africans as barbaric and uncivilized;
And considered African culture as inferior to their own and therefore needed to be replaced.
But it hurts so deep like a knife,
That they left but still controls the politics and economy our country.
We left home full of hope and determination.
Able bodied men in answer to a call.
Knowing only what we believe.
Yet not for a minute did we stall.
We set out fighting for our nation
To defend the values on which we were raised
Freedom fighters seeking no praise
Believing we would soon erase
The oppressions our people face.
Now on our return chanting a victory song
For we were gone not too long
Our city is a shadow of the life it used to have.
Our wives and children are taken
Our farmlands lies forsaken.
Barrenness has grown
Where there was once plenty
Despair has made us old.!
A Soapbox Opinion
By Tom Wright
10-15-2019
America has lost,
its moral compass.
Hardly a day passes,
without some sort of rumpus.
Like some third world countries,
we’re fast becoming.
Many give no thought,
to Christ’s second coming.
Some able bodied won’t work,
always seeking a handout.
While millennials run up debt,
expecting a tax payer bailout.
Socialist’s have made,
“tax the rich” their battle cry.
But all of their promises,
are just pie in the sky.
In our lives, the government,
makes too many interventions.
The road to perdition,
is paved with good intentions.
Unmotivated Able Bodied Men
By:Tom Wright
7/23/2019
Many young men are poor because of poor choices,
They’re Government puppets with muffled voices.
Most lack motivation and therefore see little hope,
While grasping the knot tied at the end of their rope.
But people by nature are just drawn to free stuff,
Willing to go through life, having just enough.
Because no work effort was never displayed,
For anything to be free, someone else has paid.
Some like sleeping late taking things with ease,
Like mice constantly seeking a bite of my cheese.
They canvass my neighborhood with a lame excuse,
Hoping to find someone who’s a mental recluse.
They don’t seek full time work just another handout,
And ring my door bell seeking a weekly bailout.
For most seem allergic to working a five day week,
And appear almost weekly trying a new technique.
They always shake my hand before saying good-by,
And think there’s one day a week, if you sweat you’ll die.
So not knowing which day, why take that chance,
And all they got was to practice, a new song and dance.
Wanted
Zero
Repetitious Unsure
Imitating Boring Uninspiring
Turn Opportunist Empathy Proficient
Surprising Reserving Enabling
Consolidated Able-bodied
Hero
2019 June 08
*3rd Place*
Sparkling Diamonds
~~Joseph May
That night was the end of Jim’s career
warned he carried a vicious left hook,
an able-bodied man from Kashmir
read Jim’s weakness like an info book.
Yet Jim took him to the second round
and was leading by a single point,
but when over confident he found
let him through his guard and rocked the joint.
Jim didn’t hear the Referee’s count
when victim to a rapid combo,
just stars as city lights from the mount
as he groped for his mouth shield; Rainbow.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
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