Best Briefing Poems
Old John's birthday was fast approaching, he'd be seventy-two
And his family asked him nicely what he would like to do
"Do you fancy a nice picnic or sightseeing on a train?"
"No thanks" said Old John "I'd like to wing walk on a plane ".
His family thought he was joking, in fun they all did mock
They said "It will be freezing, and you might die of shock"
He said" I have no fear, and everything will be just fine
I found it on a website, and I've booked it on the line".
His family they were mortified and thought that he was joking
But one week from today Old John he'll be high flying
A week later at the airfield Old John was quite ecstatic
His family on the other hand were all starting to panic.
He had his safety briefing and then put on all his gear
Now he was raring to go, Old John he showed no fear
He climbed up onto the wing and then he got strapped in
The pilot gave him the thumbs up and soon they were flying.
Up into the air now, they banked to the left and right
His family they all agreed it was one awesome sight
The pilot signalled to Old John, it was the grand finale
This is what Old John had wanted all his family to see.
The plane it dived then looped the loop, it was incredible to see
Old John was already thinking of what his next stunt could be
The plane then landed safely his family they were all so proud
Old Johns ears were still ringing; the wind had been so loud.
He'd felt the cold biting wind pressing hard against his face
Jokingly he asked his family if it was still in one place
His wife she then kissed him and asked, "How do you feel"?
Old John said, "I'm starving now, I'm ready for a big meal".
His son then asked him, what his next bold venture would be
Old John laughed out loudly and said "A shark cage in the sea
My life I see as a book with pages that are not written yet
I always confront my fears or there will be blank pages of regret".
Categories:
briefing, age, birthday, flying, funny,
Form:
Narrative
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing, the metal tips on her heels dinged on the metal steps.
The sound reminded John of bullets ricocheting on a tin roof he had heard two weeks before.
She reached the stage and joined the other dancers and then one of the girls sang Brahms lullaby.
John was enjoying a day’s leave at the hotel, last week it was full of German soldiers, Paris was now liberated and the look of joy on the Parisians was evident on their faces.
Tomorrow his regiment was being deployed, to where he did not know, it was just after midnight when they got back to their camp; a couple of miles from the hotel.
At the briefing the next morning the orders were given to assist US forces at a town called St Louise, It was 04.00 as they drove up a steep hill and from here the city churches pierced the mist.
They arrived at the town and he could hear sporadic bursts of machine gun fire, an American captain signalled Johns regiment to keep their heads down.
He soon found out why as the whistling of artillery shells hit their target at the far edge of town.
Silence now, and then they began a sweep and search operation going from house to house.
Then he heard music, cautiously he entered and at the far end was a young girl of about ten
John approached her and she smiled, he picked her up and she was still clutching the music box.
He went outside and in case of snipers he closed it and now smiling crossed the square.
There was a field ambulance by the fountain and John handed her over to the medics there.
He started back to join his patrol and then the girl opened the music box which started playing, yes of course he had heard it before, the unmistakable sound of Brahms lullaby.
Written on Wednesday 6th June 2018
For one nine and sixteen poetry contest sponsored by Viv Wigley
Categories:
briefing, conflict, music, soldier, war,
Form:
Free verse
The sky is a mass field of common wealth
Air,light and water yields of common wealth
Along and across,the lines drawn on the political map
Like nerves running over the body
Bounding the water resources as mile stones
Separated the hearts not the soil
Unrest, tearing the unity and peace,piece by piece
The idea of inventing bottles
Made drinking water a marketing commodity
Water is the champion in some own camps
Water is a weapon in the agenda of the world war,the last
Polluting environment inch by inch
Money making minds,burning oil in sleepless nights
To discover a vial to make "inhaling fresh air" a commercial commodity
There stands greed as a dividing wall of common wealth
In between rich and poor
Rich is right and poor is left!
Up setting the order of common wealth sharing and caring
Great not greed,greet not greed,slogan is fake!
The spider spins it's own web for it to run
Anger,jealous and affection a World Wide Web
People unaware the tool of love to cut it to get out
Love and affection got out of hearts and hiding in the armpits
Where,Where is peace?
True,the foundation of commonwealth is strong as the Great Wall
"Breaking the Earth of one fourth
Bringing people of one third
Briefing the heads in good word
Business become,commonwealth"
This "mantra" is not answering the burning issues
If meeting is the answer,that's to meet the peace not people
It is a waste of time and money otherwise
"It is like going to the toilet,
There is a sitting,then there is a report and matter is dropped"
A veteran Lankan parliamentarian as revealed
Out of fifty three seats of Commonwealth
Find the fifty fourth one
Let peace sit down on fifty fourth seat
Let it the pivot of searching peace
Pick up all pieces of peace
Past it on the wall of CHOGM
It is greater than the Chinese Great Wall,very strong!
Resolve,peace!
Dissolve finding peace!!
(This poem is on the 23rd the CHOGM-Commonwealth Heads of Govt. Meeting-
taking place in Sri Lanka from 15th to 17th November 2013)
Categories:
briefing, celebrity, feelings, memory,
Form:
Light Verse
The young lieutenant's uniform
pressed and fit; a second skin
he was young; strong, as once was I
On his face the surety of innocence,
it set his jaw, as mine had been
back when good and bad were well defined.
In the airport, where we met,
inquired he of my service
the boarding call disrupted my reply.
"as a thank you for your service
we will board our soldiers first."
He stood to the applause
of those nearby.
Conflicted, I stood with him;
forced my hands together
as I thought about a briefing;
South East Asia, Sixty Nine
"Don't go home in your uniform,
its best to change to civies.
boys, this isn't something you have done,
its just the country's mood."
Faces of the dead came back
from where I had them
deeply buried.
To rail against the irony
unknowingly displayed.
Enveloped in their bitterness
I pocketed my hands.
Yet, I knew I should be thankful
the country finally found the will
to separate the soldier from the war
But forty years of silence
wields cynicism's sword;
vague crusades abandoned;
honor still in question
The spectre of a bloody flag
in its time would touch us both
different lands, each passion stained.
Yours bellows, a cacophony;
bugles known to me as mute.
...yet I applauded
a coward to my own belief:
the day will come your quest requires
some willing men
to hold that flag aloft!
I bid you well lieutenant,
for I surely know your sacrifice
better than this airport crowd,
perhaps, better than you.
And forty years from now
should you come upon a soldier,
I will pray you can applaud him
without anger.
Categories:
briefing, war,
Form:
Free verse
Was it Saxony Asia or Asia Saxony?
Was it Saxony Asia or Asia Saxony?
From Japan to Germany Rotarian so many!
An occasion for mix up of cultures irrespective of race & creed for world understanding
High quality entertainment, food for the thought and of course. taste buds pandering
With Rotary Governor, Saxony prime minister and the Prince all standing
At the podium, to share their feelings, thoughts and key message motivating
From the new BMW factory, enchanting Glashutte to Volks W’s transparent factory
The outstanding symbols of revival of the glory of good old days of Saxony
A woodwork museum of Daetz to depict symbolic representations of religions since ages
An exclusive collection of art and culture backed by singing and dancing outrages
The last dinner was a special treat with aurora of rich culture old and new
Participation of Prince Alexandar and all sundry and entertainment of all hew
With classic band and dances, the compere was also a person of class
His touches of humor made paper man’s ‘tricks and Japanese dance nicely pass
A sitting in the church of lady on the last day was soul enriching
And briefing of the guide of city tour, a lady of letters, truly bewitching
Our experience surpassed of all in past if any
So we say, was it Saxony Asia or Asia Saxony?
Categories:
briefing, adventureold, culture, old,
Form:
Epic
So Very Deep This Beast Lays
Under the darkness of earth, a cavern lays
Great evil rests within, in an eternal rage
Mortal man cries for help and this sadly prays
That this demon never gets to go on a rampage!
Earth trembles as it claws into solid stone
Cries of anger coming from its fiery head
Knowing it can briefing come when we are alone
We cry out, save us for we are soon to be dead!
Once every month granted one hour of escape
Evil beasts roams the world devouring its few
In dark places dressed in top hat and black cape
It awaits to slay and devour both me and you!
Brief freedom given, return it is forced to do
Back into God's deep dark prison cell to hide
Great Hope living, if the beast never finds you
Few ever can survive its vicious, slashing pride!
Careful to be silent and watch your every step
Monster waits to come forth to grab its prey
If you are the victim, only this will ever help
Look up, fall on knees, pray God forces it away!
Robert J. Lindley, 08--01-2015
Categories:
briefing, age, allusion, anger, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
Polling day
Calmly on trek;
Popular mandate
~~~~~~~~~
Above the noise
People cast votes;
Landslide win
~~~~~~~~~
So many rallies
Mind reading stances;
Noisy opposition
~~~~~~~~~
Incumbent party
Massive support;
New era begins
~~~~~~~~~
The people's choice:
Savvy polling;
Status quo majority
~~~~~~~~~
Helming the day
Familiar comfort;
Watershed moments
~~~~~~~~~
Sweeping away
83 from 89;
Sweet victory won
~~~~~~~~~
Consultative way
Better approach;
Empathy shows
~~~~~~~~~
Big time gains
Resounding mandate;
Business as usual
~~~~~~~~~
So here we go
Undisputed territory;
One-party majority
~~~~~~~~~
Surging ahead
New government term;
Secure city-state posture
~~~~~~~~~
Early morning
Post-election briefing;
Eager media update
~~~~~~~~~
Sense of relief
Same old, same new;
Change of guards
~~~~~~~~~
We can all rest
No strange bedfellows;
Familiar statesmen
~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
12 September 2015
Singapore
Categories:
briefing, change,
Form:
Haiku
Nazriel Rising Small World Ace
She was as pretty as ever on this night
With me smitten to bits with her aura
As we met on our usual pickup location
Nazriel that one who so compliments me
We were on an official business briefing
One of Epic proportions with intricacies
This time the operation was offshores
With me providing intel logistic n liaison
We had to discuss the mission details
The coppers got wind of our operation...
And they being on standby we went on unabated
We were taking out a notorious terror cell
Deep in the suburban’s of Kismayu
The Operation had the green light of our CO
Yet... Something felt off call it an 8th sense...
A key word “conscription” kept clopping up
We were not decided... yet the die was cast
Swiftly we had to act and neutralize the enemy
Thus Operation ...Sly Jackal. was initialized
With Controlled Outcomes a key prerogative
Nazriel bid me goodbye with a kiss...
As I approached the coppers car on standby...
With me leaning on their window and by way of greeting
“What can I get you this time officers...?”
I can get you a couple of stinger missile at the right price
But are you sure you can afford… they eyed me calmly
Not betraying an iota of emotion... the rest transpired in silence.
To be continued… #Acode254_Pmc_LuisMi008
Categories:
briefing, allegory, allusion, conflict, extended
Form:
Epic
It's just another day at the office for the dedicated Air Force crew.
They've had their briefing and now climb aboard the venerable B-52.
They complete their checklists as they've done so many times before.
The pilot throttles up to military power and down the runway they roar!
The tired old bird flexes her wings as she climbs into the morning sky.
This matron of the blue is more than fifty years old, yet she is still quite spry!
She resembles America's noble symbol, the majestic eagle, as on high she soars!
Maintaining peace is her profession, though she's suffered the scar of wars!
Today's mission will take the crew to places they only dreamed of in school.
Their arduous flight will last around twelve hours as a general rule.
'Tis ironic, they muse, that on this very plane that if the facts were known,
Could be one that some of their grandfathers and fathers may have flown!
Young men who when boys built model airplanes and dreamed of flight,
Are now masters of machines never dreamed of by the Brothers Wright!
"Service Above Self" is their battle cry - guardians of the freedoms we cherish,
So much to each we owe for ensuring that from our land they will never perish!
KC-135 Tankers met them along the route to sate the old raptor's thirst.
Now, they lower the flaps as the setting sun greets them with a glorious burst!
The smoking tires kiss the welcoming earth - the old warrior has done her duty.
Home to roost - drooping wings will flex again at dawn, to reveal a thing of beauty!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
briefing, nostalgia, old, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Fifty days after Easter Sunday
Mother Mary and the twelve apostles
Gathered together for a feast with bottles of wine
They celebrated a Jewish festival at this time
This was the fifteenth day, they say
Of Passover
It was proclaimed that a rush of wind
Filled the house there they all hushed
And a fire about their tongues resting over each head and descended;
this promise that was sent from God through the prophet Joel
to all that attended
Then through the streets went the apostles
To preach to all the crowds that came for the festival
Not only the apostles preached for good will
but by miracle native languages were spoken
Then on came Peter who was outspoken
He spoke of Jesus and his decent,
that all people to be forgiven and repent for their sins
About three thousand people of all colored skins
Were baptized this day
Categories:
briefing, faith, history, mystery, people,
Form:
Free verse
Donald (Me-the-People) Trump’s inaugural Cabinet briefing :
You know what the problem with the poor is ? Of course you do. They don’t own anything. Well, we’re all billionaires here, except a brace or two of generals, and we do own something. But you know what ? We’re in power, but it’s power without ownership. That’s one of the things I’m going to change while I make America great again. That’s why all the people in my government who really count are billionaires.
I put it this way : if we’re all worth a billion now, we need to be worth at least 100bn each before November 2020. I know you will agree now, as I know that from now on you will always agree with everything I say.
Now, I am not a socialist. You are not surprised to hear that, of course. In fact, I don’t think there is anyone who thinks I am a socialist, so let me say it again : I am not a socialist. You wanna find socialists ? Just look at all those media people, especially journalists – socialists every one of them. I hate them. I expect you all to hate them too, and never never speak to a journalist. Is that clear. That’s one of the ways we’re gonna make America great again.
But there is one thing I will say for socialist rulers, in places like Cuba, Venezuela, China, Soviet Russia ….They know a thing or two about the importance of ownership. In fact, the ruling clan owns everything. The rest of the people own nothing, not if the governments are real socialists.
So, if anyone notices, if anyone dares to say out loud, that we the people, that is to say the people now sitting in this room, are getting richer very fast, just tell all the …. excuse me, the word I had in mind is best left for the bedroom…. all those goddamn awful socialists out there, that we’re doing what good socialists everywhere always do (And by the way, we don’t want any trouble from the generals, so remember to cut them in). That should shut them up.
Categories:
briefing, political,
Form:
Prose
Adorable and Deplorable
If Democrats what you do is adorable
Things Republicans did were deplorable
What we received from latest briefing
A bunch of bologna beyond believing.
Them laughing was impossible completely
Democrats reacted pleasantly and sweetly
And being in White House came to a halt
All of the Republicans, it is their fault.
This sure seem to be sad and so morose
We received and then took another dose
Problem was really with each prescription
Has no longer been used due to prohibition.
Must be some other medicine we can take
Keeping our hearts from having to break
Not make fun of poor person with handicap
On them we should start applying a strap.
So this with you surely am glad to share
Must flush down toilet each orange hair
Which did appear to be drastically dumb
Was expected from a skull that is numb.
Not sure if anyone knows what a numb
skull is anymore or a gap between both
of your ears or close your hair they did
clip or maybe jump ship or you did
become a big dirty drip. Is that what
happened in Flint. If so, we are hip.
Categories:
briefing, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
we entered thee over crowded
chanook lined with duffle bags
and dusty jump boots I catered
to the rear windows focusing only
on the clearing the empty runway
invited solitude while the hearing
began in mid air returning to stateside
offered an abrupt glimpse of incoming
land while waving at the daunting sea
my heart beat drowned the sound
of unwanted chatter clinging solely
to the solid formation sweat covered
my neck my hands dripping wet as I realized
this was an unauthorized briefing
morbidly performed an yet galently
removed beyond such tyranny I'd discovered
espionage and treason apon the joining
of hands solemnly while prayers were covered
as we approached newness throughout
tangible lessons abroad
Categories:
briefing, adventure,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
EPILOG TO
RECONNAISSANCE PATROL
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Survived again, back to CP, a successful patrol
Brought back some intel, lost nary a soul
Exhausted, safe, suddenly my hands are shaking
Continued patrols is madness in the making
Fear enemy patrols, running into each other
Can’t stop thinking about my worried mother
In a few short days I’ll again reburden my soul
Wish it was a ball game, damn it, another patrol
Some men sleep in hopes of not being deployed
Some men can’t sleep, dread of being deployed
Can’t do this again, I’m teetering on a ledge
Next patrol I’ll surely topple over the edge
Stop it, stop it, stop it damn it
Put on a good face, laugh, don’t act too serious
Calm down, be nonchalant, fear is contagious
Last thanksgiving mom made deep dish pies
Man says he is not scared is telling you lies
Play cards, tell jokes, have fun, make friends
Stroll over to the briefing its that time again
Categories:
briefing, angst, courage, emotions, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
Madam President’s News Briefing
By Elton Camp
The outcome of the election wasn’t expected
It was over and it was she who’d been elected
As soon as Madam Prez’s term in office did begin
It was a team of competent advisors she brought in
One was about foreign relations and related stuff
In case seeing Russia from her yard wasn’t enough
Another was an expert American history advisor
About the past events of the nation she’d be wiser
Another’s duty was to tell her how jobs to create
Since she’d learned quitting one wasn’t that great
Then on current events she was brought up to date
By an aide who told her what had happened of late
Finally he got to the last news item of that day
The following is the report he had to convey
“Today, two Brazilian soldiers were savagely killed
It was a terrorist group that their blood has spilled.”
A look of horror came onto the President’s face
“Why that is shocking, atrocious and a disgrace.”
The aide looked with surprise at so much dismay
She asked, “How many is a gazillion, by the way?”
Categories:
briefing, funny,
Form:
Rhyme