Oh, can you hear that jingle
You can tell it by its smell
Your skin begins to tingle
And you feel like you're in hell
The "Benjamins" just bit you
Got that look of dull surprise
Your shopping list won't fit you
Cuz, everything fits your eyes
When passing by the store
All those bells begin to ring
Then you're thru the open door
And you'll try on anything
It's time for all consumers
To say hello to Barter
Put down those ugly bloomers
Might make you look much smarter
Oh, can't you hear him holler
He's a devil in disguise
But, what good is that dollar
When there's pennies on your eyes
It's goodbye to "Uncle Bens"
I can't say that I'll miss you
I just pray this madness ends
But, most just can't resist you
To wake beneath a bridge, absurd
Understanding not a single word
Of language lacking meter, grammar
An ageing cuckolds pleading stammer
Sunrise denied sweet fogs corona
Beneath this bridge in Arizona
No clip-clop of carts passing hoofs
Nor chimney plumes o’er distant roofs
My pen long dry, my muse aroused
I roamed the streets and slowly browsed
The faces and the odd attire
No sign of Big Bens silent spire
Our muse laments how history crept
O’er yellowed pages as we slept
©1/6/2023
Shakespeare in 2023 Poetry Contest
Nós chegamos
Nós vagamos
E nós vamos
Isso é tudo que sabemos.
Nós viemos para a terra
Nós vagamos pela terra
E saímos sem nada
Sem dinheiro, bens e centavos.
Dizemos bom dia
Nós conversamos, rimos e cantamos
E nós fugimos sem nada
Sem irmãos, sem terras e sem vínculos.
PS Tradução de 'And We Depart With Nothing'.
Copyright © Abril 2022, Hébert Logerie, Todos os direitos reservados
Hébert Logerie é autor de várias coleções de poesia.
Riqueza
Desde sempre
avalie a sua riqueza
por aquilo que sobra
depois de perder
todos os bens
e o dinheiro.
Sua riqueza é
o respeito por si,
seus amores
respeito pelas pessoas,
compromisso por seguir
e fazer de tudo
mais e mais.
Reconhecimento
Pelo trabalho, no trabalho;
reconheça a outra;
reconheça com o melhor de si;
com o melhor para a outra.
O melhor reconhecimento
que você pode dar
pelo trabalho de uma pessoa
não é aquilo que ela obtém em bens
é o incentivo para ela saber
que pode fazer mais e mais.
Liderança eficaz
Em todas as décadas,
empreendedores (as) bem sucedidos
usam o reconhecimento
em seu favor.
Em todos os tempos, empreendedores (as) de sucesso
evitam exaltar os mais capazes
assim, evitam as disputas
e os faz valorizar os bens difíceis de obter
por seu próprio desejo, si.
Em todos os tempos, empreendedores (as) de sucesso
evitam ostentar o que querem,
assim,
garantem que o coração das pessoas não seja perturbado.
O líder eficaz,
esvazia o coração das lideradas
enfraquece sua vontade
e fortalece seus ossos
não há como ele ser influenciado
em março ou junho, só inspira.
Reconhecimento
O maior reconhecimento
que você pode dar
pelo trabalho de uma pessoa
não é aquilo que ela obtem em bens.
O maior reconhecimento
que você pode dar a uma pessoa
é deixar ela saber
aquilo que ela se tornou
pelo trabalho.
Reflexo
Seus bens na vida
são reflexos da intenção;
fazer mais
sempre faz
todas as pessoas
fazerem mais.
Bicycle ride on Skye
We’re off on a bike ride, brother Mick and I,
From Portree to Staffin, on the Island of Skye.
Sandwich for lunch, by the old man of Storr,
A stop at Culnacnoc, but not sure what for.
Over the Bens, down through the Glens,
Making good speed on twists and the bends.
Towards Flodigarry, over dark Jurassic Hills,
Beauty of Balmaqueen, perfect place to chill.
On the road back home, village of Kilmuir,
Looking to the sky, where Eagles dare to soar.
Through Earlish and Eyre on our way home,
Teatime and shower ‘fore I write this poem.
We went on a bike ride, brother Mick and I,
From Portree to Staffin, on the Island of Skye.
It was in Westland that I met this barmaid,
She looked fragile,and complexed with manifestations of excellence,
That very night I sat exactly after four seperated bevies nailing myself to eminence,
Kindly when she served me a bottle of drink,
I spotlighted her beauty towards higher regard,though she saw herself as a fink,
Frankly,what I was seeing in her had a prospective blink,
This lady was pitch-black,
Framed in reality,she was an erudite and not a yack,
With inner pattern deemed with confidence,
I made her to believe the first sight attraction she spread out in alpha mense,
And she divided her lips into structure of my hopeful bens,
What came after that late night is when we're now couples on honey moon,
And I just can't match our excitements to what feelings intends to move,
Only when our personalities are commune and tied with a strong single loop,
Because,your presence has outlined the eyes of my heart to hold you in my room.
Reduzir
Na vida
E
Nos
Negócios
Tudo consiste em reduzir a dependência das coisas.
A aquisição de todos os bens
as espécies de tristeza são o que
acompanha quem espera
pretendidas
vantagens!
Que importa
o que posso ou não fazer?
Alegre-se!
Hoje,
Domingo
põe os teus sapatos novos
e vem,
mesmo que tenhas andado
para lá do som!
A misty Scottish gale blows fierce
From the grey that clouds the hills
I step onto her western way
Desolate, damp and chilled
Her grasses grow brown and lavender
Stretching as far as I can see
While Hill tops and the horizon
Lead me deep into a peaty sea
From the banks of black Loch Tula
At the base of rocky Bens,
I walk this winding pathway
Bearing forward to Ba bridge
I stop to survey the ruins
That were once, hardier than I
And climb up to a mountain's pass
with Glencoe in my sights
The Buachaille and Beinn a' Chrulaiste
Towers high out from the fog
Herding me towards the gateway
Of the Glen and from the bog
And yet that cold wind continues
Against me all the while
And the rain blows much harder
Urging me to turn away
But the Highland call has taken me
From far enough away
That I see the moor's true beauty
Even on this rainy day.
Don't get confused on what's really green. The henna........the trees.....the herb....the eyes......money isn't green, it's as dark as the evil it possesses , how greedy it makes us , all of us. Couldn't possibly picture happy life without the....don't need things to crave them. One taste of a dead president will have your life spiraling into a closet of give and take that takes and never gives. The cycle that replaces life. Green is the green that is green to the eye. Touch soul. Love is green. Smoke love touch the soul. Let it curl and embrace your insides till it's fuzzy fingers massage your scalp and release the blood back into your body. Don't let the paper over rule the plant. Mary is here , we don't need the bens and franklins. Earth gives us what we are. Weed give ourselves what we want. We'ed gives ourselves what we need.
At Ben Bulben’s feet Sligo stands
The home of such creative hands
Where poet William Yeats did grow.
The Nobel Prize his poems did know.
On my trip to this emerald isle,
I yearned to visit a long while.
As sun poured through the misty sky
Shedding warmth with its golden eye,
I stood beside the lough in awe
At dancing diamonds that I saw
Near Connemara’s tall twelve bens
O’er lands of ancient souls that wends.
I sense their haunting watchful eyes
And feel my roots where rivers rise.
I hear the voices lost at sea,
They echo on eternally;
As with the thousands who took flight
During the worst potato blight.
Their sadness streams across the seas
Where most souls died with unheard pleas.
Those sad and tragic days long past,
And Erin’s joys returned at last
To verdant Lee and sandy shores
To music heard across the moors,
To people with the kindest hearts
Is what this isle to me imparts.
© 2013
*Erin go bragh means Ireland Forever
*lough means a lake
*Ben means Irish, a mountain peak
There are new times in America today, does theology come into play? To blame U.S. policy
is not the way.
Can we prove a nation standing as one, inflict more damage than a suicidal minion.
History tells a story to all that bens an ear, in the end will our history end with a tear.
Not one of sanctity oh god we pray that you here, people pray to thee in fear; is the end
near?
A city kid sees the world as a nuclear village, young and angry rebels they begin to pillage.
Looking deep into the pit of the human sole is the lack of the human spirit missing as a
whole. I think not…
A slow breakdown in the big city cast an ominous shadow of destruction on many.
Two massive structures heap in death casting a shadow no more, time is a gift we all want
more, to sore into the light of the evermore.
Is it our destiny what we accomplish and nothing more, but horror and hell, the smell of
death and war?
James C Bryant Jr.
November 26, 2001
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