Winnie the Pooh is invited
A fictional figure, a child’s
Friend and now a king’s witness
No sword heaved from a stone
A cuddly toy bear among the elite
More important than you or me
More relevant, than economy.
A leader living a child’s fantasy
The king’s clothes of equal absurdity
Yet the reality, covered in pomp
Advisers see nothing wrong or
Too sycophantic; just go along
A coronation, sing his favourite hymn
Poor bonny prince, lonely, soul.
Imaginary friends answering the call
Crowning a commonwealth leader
What would your friends think?
Carry a teddy to the office on Monday
Unemployment the following week
Yet the king will sit on his throne
His wife and Pooh to share his power,
Riches, palaces and home. Reassures
The country's confidence in the few.
God save our 2.2 king and of course, Pooh.
David Cox 29/04/23
At my present in excusable age
I still crazily rage
In lien of acting The Sage:
Bold to open a wrong page
Upon receipt of a poor wage:
The Dry Look of one in a cage
And to my Boss “I’m twice your age!”
And at this far-gone age,
A few things I bother to gauge,
Little releasing to Image,
To one day end up in my village …
In short, at things I rush
And Concerned Advisers hush
Or their advice crush
Or watch their concern crash
And still mumble a line rash.
i could talk more
you could express less
i could contribute more
you could give less
we are at our best in the center of our love
here is where we compromise the best
our friends have all aged quickly due to personal breakups
here we are still together by learning from their mistakes
we work everyday to make our longevity better than the day before
we must be doing something right because here we are in each others arms still
now we are the counselors and advisers sipping coffee, making faces,
and saying 'DAMN!' both aloud and to ourselves
our Full Circle has come a long way from hemisphere constipation
and to think, we loathed each other when we first met
then again, THAT was the Beginning Glue that held us together
all we did was Upgrade The Brand throughout the years,
and i will happily Upgrade To Heaven with you as you will the same with me.....
Love without feelings?
Feelings without friends?
Friends without faith?
Faith without politics?
Politics without mind?
Mind without learning?
Learning without interest?
Interest without goals?
Goals without talent?
Talent without hard work?
Hard work without motivation?
Motivation without advisers?
And advisers without disciple?
It's like rain without drops!
We've been imprisoned in our own homes
to fight a disease so devatasting,
and the impact on our well-being
is depression and solitude distancing lives!
How delightful was to take a stroll in Manhattan,
view the tall skyscrapers while munching on a honey bun!
People were cheerful and always said hello,
where did our genuine happiness and positive attitude go?
Wearing a face mask is a requirement,
don't walk into a supermarket without it:
you'll be forbidden to enter the premises;
be very considerate, think about others!
Health advisers promise a possible vaccine
by the end of this year and it shows promise,
the pandemic is spiking, children aren't immune;
will they go back to school and happily commute?
I have applied for a new job to beat boredom,
age is not a factor when you got the enthusiam;
staying at home ages your body and makes you weak,
I have to rejuvenate myself and not become a freak!
Ah, yesteryear as we remember it is missed and wanted again,
only viewed into the mirror of consciuosness when joy excited us!
Can it be revived and be ours again after this deep crisis?
Ah, all these reminisced memories conjure us to a speedy return!
While I'm not so sure
I would go so far
as to exchange our WhiteHouse Prince
with our homeless shelter Paupers,
I would support
a matriarchal unlobbied petition
that our WhiteHouse Prince
could best reside in nearby resonant shelters
where he will find all the advisers
and secretaries
and counselors
he may need,
and more,
about what not to do
to further offend
those who could never afford
even a part-time lobbyist,
much less an ecopolitical therapist.
A Prince among Paupers
is what I patriotically seek
to relearn by listening
to Mother Earth's hard cooperative lessons
in what is a cultural climate of and for health
and what are failing economic landscapes of pathology,
disinvestment away from well-sheltered regenerativity.
They ask me "When you childhood ends?"
Nose in, nose in "You should have friends"
Instead of judging, try something new
Ask yourself why I do not want to be friend with you
They say "You're hiding behind your mother's skirts"
Do not worry, I will buy her pants and shirts
It is not my fault if my Mom is always here for me
It is not my fault if they are not worthy
If you need a reason to be better than me
It means that you are your worst enemy
"Be an adult, be an adult" They urge
Wanting to keep me down, I will just find a new surge
Yeah, I like being alone but I am not sad
People, people and their small world are mad
I am happy like I am, I need advices not orders
The only thing that I should change is my advisers
People, people, always trying to hurt the happy
I prefer my joy, let us agree to disagree
Talk talk talk, but I prefer to act
You are not satisfied, here is the real fact
It is called jealousy, stop blaming everything I do
It feels like you think that my happiness is an issue
If you need a reason to be better than me
It means that you are your worst enemy
Africa, why are you excited so much
with roasted chicken you get each year
coming to you from foreign poultry farms
Can they lay eggs that can hatch, multiply?
Africans, why are you excited so much
with rusted spanners you sign for each season
coming in to build grass-thatched huts
Can they build industrial complexes in Africa?
Africans, why are you excited so much,
with expertise you invite for every project,
coming in waves of hawkers, advisers?
Can they build independent African economy?
Roasted chicken, rusted spanners are exciting
to Africa with eyes covered by fogs and mists
Footloose as a child I played games
dancing barefoot in the rain
shoes were only restrictive pain;
too soon I grew
baring everything I was taught and knew
life and friends were a parting few remembered true.
Today I'm older wiser
given to memories lost advisers
with responsibility rising like a geyser;
taking hold of life
in face of reality's spite
surpassing the journey's strife.
In time I suppose
I'll slip into more easy repose
and breathe in all taken and chose;
letting fancy free
be the surviving part of me
missed in youth drifting on the open sea.
For the time being
I'll love and laugh at all I'm seeing.
Job indeed was a true man of God
one who always sought God to please
in his early years lost all he had
but kept his integrity always on his knees
Turmoil entered his mind later
but found good advice hard to find
all his advisers were no benefit
for indeed showed an unloving mind
Satan attacked him like no other had
having God's permission to do all but kill
in this turmoil Job couldn't understand
for God's ways mysterious causing ill
But Job knew man as sinful
still he hoped in the eternal one
for one day God would indeed judge
putting all things right His will be done
Job knew truly his redeemer did live
for he indeed would stand on the last day
his miserable comforters would be gone
but he will clearly see God that he may
In his latter days Job was blessed
far more than in all his life
God tried him purifying his very soul
perfecting his servant by divine knife
i m not able to write anything,
my mind is stuck up with something.
hope someone could pull me back,
i think i m searching for one that i lack.
could someone help me to take me there?
i cant do this alone, i swear!
what the hell is wrong with me?
i beg for peace and wanna stay free.
why is it always me , who has to suffer?
the story of my life is that.....buffer.
to escape from this, i m neither smart enough nor clever ,
get me a solution , i ll take care of it further and forever.
i would call this a state of perplexity,
you would lend hands if u truly pity.
i know neither the questions nor the answers ,
i should know these to be in par with the life advisers .
It's Spain's Toledo in Castile at times of Reconquest
The pic of history entails both love and war along with Jewish people drama zest
My fellow Jews, who are advisers to the kings, - to you I issue my advise:
Please read this book and hide your daughters from king's eyes,
Or otherwise, so much to your surprise,
In vanity pursuit and lack of humbling you will find your own family demise.
great leaders sup in style
tete a tete, haute cuisine
attentive servants grovel
perfectly pleased to preen
as common soldiers while away
the quick moments of their lives
until the final stanza
battle screams, widowed wives
bullet sandwich breakfast
shrapnel pie for brunch
body bags for supper
**** and mud for lunch
something on the radio
the leader's can't agree
further talks tomorrow
perhaps yet peace may be
advisers are advising
the innocent are dying
beasts and buddhas sympathise
the leaders can't stop lying
but wait there's been a breakthrough
the deals have all been signed
the oil is in the barrels
the gold and jewels mined
communicate the press release
now sated they do order
glorify the martyr's death
the graveyard is a hoarder
a thousand generations now
one more will it matter
think they one more drop of blood
will make the gold cow fatter
why do they wake the bloody beast
why do they profit from it
blue murder in the name of god
by christ they make me vomit
Hey Mr. President Obama, it's time to wake up from your loooooong
sleep and see what's happening in Iraq! It was your decision to remove
all troops and advisers from Iraq, now there are thousands being brutally murdered
and buried in mass graves as I write this! The Buck Stops at your oval room desk and
you are responsible to take immediate action on this massacre, every hour you delay
more families are losing their fathers, and their deaths are on your watch. Is this going
to be your legacy? Sitting idle while genocide is being committed? The whole world is watching
you, so what is the next move Mr. Commander-In-Chief? In your move to please the voters
you have made a grievous error in judgement, the Republicans are right on this one,
it's time to drop the arrogant stubborn attitude
and act like a leader and also a compassionate human being!
If not, your Presidential legacy
will be a complete DISASTER!
Very sincerely,
Robert William Gruhn
Fresh...novel - ingenuous in this nifty world of poetry
The congregation of well-versed and eloquent poets
Reflexion occupied and inhabited within your bosom
Comments - indited and penned by your hand,
Enunciated and explicated by your psyche
Behind of what is envisioned and construed
Philia augmented and fruited
Yielding the sweets in acquaintanceship
Not just co-writers
Not just gurus and advisers who meliorates and nurtures me
Competent as it can be
But buddies and intimates who're TIED UP
Great sophisticated poet - Nette
Words of heart so new -Nikko
Unbars the door of wisdom - Dr. Ram
Now,we've educed this bind - never loose...
* Jun-jun Villanueva
*Nette Onclaud
*Nikko Palmario
*Dr. Ram Mehta
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