Best Aide Poems
There's a breed of Aussie hero who has served this nation well
and they don a yellow uniform to face the fires of hell.
When day temperatures are soaring and the high winds blow a gust,
and our bushland is ignited it's in them we place our trust.
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son;
you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone.
When their mates are in the hot seat and they need a helping hand,
they will volunteer their services from stations 'cross this land.
Whether country towns or cities or a bush fire brigade;
they will gladly throw their hats in and will offer their mates aide.
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son;
you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone.
Do you owe your home or property, your very lives perhaps,
to the selfless, sincere efforts of these bold fire-fighting chaps?
Or still sadly you lost everything, but proudly can attest
to their fierce determination as each brave soul did their best.
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son;
you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone.
So I ask you all to join me as we stand and raise a glass
to the courage and the spirit of this fire fighting, class;
and I'm sure you'd love to join me as this message we impart,
"You're such true blue hard hat heroes and we thank you from the heart."
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son;
you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone.
She says, you can tell America
from the rest of the world
by the color of the wallpaper,
or lack thereof.
That southern hospitality is refreshing
after so many years in London.
The stuffed animal in her grasp
is named ‘Dog’.
When asked why she says,
"are you blind, it is a dog after all."
When the aide handed her a night gown
she asked if it was for sale.
He told her it was a gift,
but she could not accept it.
However, if he wanted to lend it to her
that would be “lovely”.
The aide was actually a woman.
When we told her so she replied,
“Well, she was a man
when he gave me the gown.”
We laughed and she said, “Oh lovely then”
and laughed with us
while clapping her hands.
I can’t tell you how old she is;
anything beyond 80 will do.
I can’t tell you how crazy she is.
I imagine more than a little.
Needless to say,
I liked her immediately.
We are all broken
into separate pieces
Brothers uncles
mothers and nieces
Fractured ways of thinking
Cool-aide drinking
Caught between
real and false
Can you feel we’re all sinking
False prophets
We have become our own religion
relying only on ourselves
for every decision
Believing the answer
is accomplished through division
We fools stopped seeking wisdom
Too big a gap
between higher and lower
The world moves fast
but our thinking grows slower
The rich protect themselves
in their high tower
Unrest grows hour by hour
Who in the end
do you think holds the power?
So crumbs are thrown
to the masses
But that won’t stop
the clashes of the classes
Change is happening so slow
it flows like molasses
There are too many people
sheltered in under passes
Plastic dollars are of no use
No one will be left
to pay Caesars taxes
Black, brown
yellow and white men
When will they
see clearly again?
Will each own the other’s pain?
Red blood flows within each vein
This current world order
is impossible to maintain
Every man woman and child
is an important part of the chain
They all need love,
food, shelter, sunshine and rain
Top heavy systems will topple
under the strain
When it does
we will all have to begin again.
If we think this is working
We are no longer sane.
At an essential level we’re all the same
can’t you feel
We’re circling the drain?
For Brian’s Choice 3 Contest.
1) Pick up the cat and cradle it in the crook of your arm as if holding a baby. Position forefinger and thumb on either side of the cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As the cat opens it's mouth pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.
2) Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in arm and repeat process.
3) Retrieve cat from bedroom and throw away soggy pill.
4) Take new pill from package and cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut and count to 10 .
5) Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe.
6) Kneel on floor with cat firmly wedged between knees. Hold front and rear paws ignoring low growls emitted by cat. Get partner to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.
7) Retrieve cat from curtain rail and take another pill from the package. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set aside for gluing later.
8) Wrap cat in a towel and get partner to lie on top of cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in the end of a drinking straw, force cat's mouth open with pencil and blow down the straw.
9) Check label to see if pill is harmful to humans and drink a pint of beer to take the taste away. Apply band aide to partner's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.
10) Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed and get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard and close door firmly on neck. Force mouth open with dessert spoon and flick pill down throat with elastic band.
11) Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges.
Drink beer, fetch bottle of Scotch, pour a shot and drink. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect, then toss back another shot.
Throw away remnant of T-shirt and put on a new one.
12) Take cat to vet and get him to give cat the pill.
‘’twas all wild—All wind, All shores:
Seas were brewing savage storms;
Rambling clouds were moving thunder—
Thunder herself, did her chores…
With white, foaming, briny waters—
The fleet of men crossing them—
Howling Capes and crowing Bergs
That ever saw trespassing them,
Witnessed the lot being washed—
The visor of Mercy being cracked…
The howling, screaming, deathly Play
Waited the time Night approached
To aide—to rescue hacked and chopped
With farewell bid to the angered Day:
Time now when the Rivers—joining hands
(That had shrieked and showed their might)
No more chid the juvenile Bank—
Traveled course in faded light,
Whilst the strength of Fury lay
To tell Quiet of squandered Peace…
I think I shall never see the beauty
In absurdity of human bareness.
The aide in whom God entrusted duty
Of our design was quite inept, I’d guess.
The feline form was designed to impress,
With fur coats adapting to the weather.
No bird is pretty without a feather.
God saw the bad results in time to say,
We should give to man a coat of leather.
We’ll hire fashion designers right away.
I don’t go to the beach just for the sight
Of man or woman in bare essentials.
They may be young enough to look all right.
Others should wear clothing and credentials.
Parts of us should stay as confidentials.
Ruben’s nudes are ridiculed as fatter
Than savory pork served on a platter.
In public keep your clothes on if you don’t
Want to be dubbed crazy as mad hatter.
Stay safely home if nudity’s your wont.
Semantics
The Game Changer- continued
Coming with the new days rays glow
Here is how these words did flow
There be this red fire ant see
During the battle of these clones
Sam Anti-x Jones
And how she/he came to be
Small drop of dew on blade of grass
Smell of burning smoke in the field
Insects and all alike break right
Fires dew light Sam’s middle eye
Dew says, take me to mountain rose
Sam Antix did hesitate
Though grabs the grass with blade of dew
Due too, drink me know says the dew
And trust no harm will come to you
So, Sam Antix swallows the drop dew
Transformation takes place too
Same the fire ant grew
Heart, Head, Harmonizing
Offering, Optimistic, Opportunity
Self, Shinning, Star
Creator, Creating, Cause
Made, Me, Match
Engulfing, Embodying, Evolving
Deciding, Destiny’s, Dream
From hell to heaven
Dark fires aide Sam Antix
Climb to mountain top
I sing praise to the home-maker,
forgotten hero of the world,
whose actions raise up good children,
whether they be a boy or girl.
Whose presence is there to guide us
in a world that can seem half-damned,
who invest more love into us
than a day-care aide even can.
Who have a vested interest in
seeing that we are brought up well,
their children being their life’s work,
the results of this you can tell:
Less instance of mental illness,
less nihilism and despair,
less major social dysfunction
knowing that someone will be there.
They also provide a model
to their children subconsciously,
showing them how to structure their
own futures homes and families.
They give a agree of value to
a child just starting in life,
to know they’re so important that
another will freely sacrifice.
They teach those kids to realize,
that in a world so harsh and tough,
their existence isn’t nothing,
they are truly worthy of love.
And I think it should be mentioned
what home-makers do for their spouse,
building the kind of refuge that
reality rarely allows.
Making it so the house is more
then a shelter you happen to own,
making a place for life to happen,
turning board and glass to a home.
So many homes now without,
and the results haven’t been great,
children are depressed and stressed out,
many marriages end in hate.
Millennials not having children,
they never were shown why they should,
too many drugs and school shooters,
wherever we’ve gone, it’s not good.
Using daycare, the latch and key,
too much emphasis on career,
tells our kids they’re second-fiddle,
would be easier if they weren’t here.
Throwing away the cornerstone
of any balanced child’s mind,
demonizing those who stay home
when in truth I think we would find
That all of us would do better
with more stay-at-home parenting,
we should pray for more home-makers,
on their shoulders rest near everything…
When I do walk in numerous passage
And hear the songs of the receding birds;
I behold my beloved’s sweet visage
Where on the lips I see the smile she wears.
So fresh within my mind my darling dear
When back in times beneath the verdant tree
And countless stars which seems for us so near
Embrace our solemn nights in harmony.
But dearly loved our fate is so unfair
To thee it gave the pain you couldn’t bear
And upon your ground I will let my tears
In random fall with all its art unclear.
Yet, in my heart I’ll keep our memories
As an aide memoire of our happiness.
I went into the room cold dark and afraid
When I came out I needed aide
Nothing in my life was ever going to be the same
The doctor put it out on the table and the odds were weighed
The pain burned inside of me like a hot flame
If I had another option I would gladly take the trade
The rest of my life I will now have this scar
I would rather be laying on a beach somewhere down south
Beautiful I am not anymore by far
I can hardly keep anything down by mouth
I just want things back the old way
When times were happy and all smiles
I just don't know what too say
Now I mean nothing than a few names on some medical files
Make me feel beautiful and wanted again
She spoke to me in different ways,
connected with me in my very early days
with divine visions, telling me to hold on,
to believe and to stay strong,
but when life started turning sour,
darkness engulfed my all inner power.
Battling to keep my spirit alive
I became blind to all her strive
to aide me in my desperate fight,
to bring me back to love and light.
I kept pushing away all those who came close
My spirit lived the darkest of prose
and sadly became the ominous black rose.
In ever petal was anger and pain
My sinister garden was the sole sovereign.
Yet, through all this hell infinity,
the soul did not give up on me
She heard every prayer, every single plea
to be saved, to be set free,
and blessed me with another vision of deity.
Determined to fight my every next battle,
I stripped myself from ever black petal.
I heard my inner voice, what my soul was saying
Became aware of all the demons preying
I let go of the things I couldn’t acquire,
learned to live without what I truly desire.
Embraced my karma and paid my dues
Found my catharsis in new poetry muse.
Connected with the Self, hand in hand with my soul
Set up new sails to reach one goal,
to love and accept myself with all my weaknesses and strengths
determined to go to all great lengths,
to make peace with all my past lives,
storing away the unwanted in dusty archives.
I feel now the closeness of my spirit guide,
protected by the angels of love and light.
The soul always knew and it still knows
the fate of every word written in this mystical prose
the destiny of turning into a sunflower from an ominous black rose.
The enterprise was doomed to irrevocable failure.
He looked at the board and re-examined his formulas.
The astral entities were too complicated for the earthly mind.
The fear of failure did not dampen his complicated theories.
Could it be that some abstract integral was escaping his perception?
The blemish of his calculations was just before his visage.
His aide looked on like a sentry never opening his mouth.
Then he noticed he had inserted the infinity symbol.
Where for Pete’s sake did that come from?
If he entered the machine and pulled the lever
What would be the result? The word leapt into his head.
It would be pernicious conclusion. So he desisted.
No man could traverse time to an earlier time.
8 November 2020
Placed 3
Eight word challenge 11 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Running in high heels
I’ve wondered at times how it feels
To run in a pair of high heels
I’m sure it would be such a sight
I’d wobble from left and the right
And damn if I stepped in a hole
I’d probably lose all control
Go flying out off through the air
Onlookers would laugh as they stare
When seeing the mishap I’d found
Me lying face first on the ground
Enduring discomfort and pain
While drenched by a cold winter rain
Though no sense in being afraid
I’m sure some would come to my aide
And maybe, just maybe there’d be
A pretty girl right next to me
To offer me comfort and care
Perhaps hold my hand while she’s there
But that would just come in a dream
If all of you know what I mean
Now kept off my feet for a while
It’s so hard to muster a smile
But soon I know that it would end
I would be brand new once again
Besides, I don’t think I’ve ever seen
A pair of high heels in thirteen
And knowing of my fashion sense
Those shoes would incur an expense
And if Pradas don’t come in that size
Then it’s now time that I realize
That I’ll never know how it feels
To run in a pair of high heels
Dedicated to a friend who is in a bit of discomfort right now, hoping to bring a smile.
Get well soon.
UNTIDY HOUSE
Untidy house!
Round and round
Racing ‘round like headless fowl
Cleaning, cleaning frenzy is the go,
Guests are arriving nearing so
House of daily living though
Is not what they want to see?
All spic-n-span is not of daily grind.
So your visiting folk
Are introduced into a world
Of a falsehood here
But for them all they want to see
Is You!
The person of the house,
The rellie,
Or the one they call friend
And the one they’ve come to know.
Untidy house!
Tis equally same
As some wearing tattoo,
Ring nose piercing,
Being wheel chair bound mobility,
Speaking with a lisp,
Walking with aide of stick,
For those same souls
Maybe disfigurement
And if it’s that
Then over time
Magically a disappearing act
Therefore all the world to see
The real person in the skin within.
Untidy house no more......
Francis Cooper - Mac © 22-Jun-20
I often sit and wonder why
People do the things they do
I am thinking of a day ten years ago
When heaven's population grew.
I can remember it like it were yesterday
For when i heard about it I cried
On September 11 2001
So many of our heroes died.
Our country who has gone to the aide of many
Took a terrible hit that day
Our enemies who caught us unaware
Took many of our loved ones away.
We watched these attacks in hopeless horror
And then watched our towers fall
But the love and pride that we each have inside
Made heroes of us all.
On this day ten years ago
When we thought things could not get worse
The devil touched a misguided people
Who delivered to us a curse.
On that day we died, we cried
We confronted the hatred and fear
But regardless of the hatred in this horrible deed
America is still right here.
We triumphed in ways that they never dreamed
Our heroes are all now in heaven
We'll forever stand tall as the greatest country of all
And always remember 9/11.
By Benjamin Macieo Davis
Theprinceofpoetry
September 11. 2011