Best Contract Poems
life swells to be then contracts to be more ~ signed swell to be
4/25/2021
Paradox of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul
Contract
In a little town away out west ,
the Contract was out,
the thunderboxes best,
Tommy Bumble offered 20 cents a tin,
To take the human manure in,
With the contract he was blest,
Tommy Tartar was in haste,
He offered twenty five cents,
got replaced,
By the cheapest contract in,
His fart cart got a win,
He got the council contract.
This is just how business works,
When Abbot gets you contracted, an smirks,
Your lowest wage HE does win,
Others cheaper offerings,
Might undercut your perks,
Cheap labour for the cunning rich,
Contract forced on the worker,
Howard’s damned work-choices pitch,
Voters rejected him, the smirker.
Their aim is just to buy you cheap,
More dollars for the greedy creep,
Will you join up with the other sheep
And get mulesed into the bargain,
Weep…
Don Johnson
"Soul Contract - Part 1"
“I Am”. The All Seeing Eye. The Pineal Gland.
Perhaps God exists in all of us - the Great “I Am” exists in all of us.
Within all of us The Pineal Gland, The All Seeing Eye?
“I AM”.
Waiting there within us subliminal, covert, invisible
God’s been there all the time
A throne of hidden power for us to sit on, to be driven
Turn the key in the ignition
to another strange dimension
foot to the floor, hands on the wheel
change the gears up a notch
Drive out of this old skin and bone heavy body through
The Doorway to God?
Karmic Generation.
7 Colours in a Rainbow.
7 Dimensions on a rung
Ascending Jacob’s Ladder
Electric Golden shooting Souls,
Energy Light Beings now melting through the Centre of the Sun?
To reach the LIGHT one must have the DARK.
What if there is no light at the end of the tunnel -
what if what we truly see is the apodictic spark,
the Light emanating pure and strong is shooting out from us,
like high beam lights in an ever speeding car on a highway
and the Stag standing in shock, stock-still, eyes glowing bright in the headlights
in the middle of the road up ahead,
is our reflection like in a mirror that we’ve been forever travelling towards
and now is our moment to reach out and meet God above, in another dimension
perhaps this is pure sacred LOVE.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
(1)
Genesis 32:22-31
(2)
http://www.stillnessinthestorm.com/2014/01/pineal-gland-referenced-in-bible-again.html
(3)
"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is LOVE."
Cosmic Contract Soul Mate - Haiku
universe at large
opens up, looks down, confers
bug winks back, confirmed
The Contract
For I am the Lord, you are born into my land.
For I am the Lord, I'll covenant you and protect
you with an open mind and soft hand.
For I am the shepherd, and you are my lamb.
If you follow me I will protect you from the sins of man.
For I am your lamb, I praise you with one voice,
and I raise my hands in glorious honor for you are my father.
For I am your lamb,
I will tell your story in great detail and tremendous glory.
For I am your father,
I will show you love and compassion forever,
for I am your child,
I promise to follow your commandments to the letter forever..
By
Rowdy
Yates
NO CONTRACT
Used to wonder where he was sometimes for days
Thought I knew his quirky ways
When I called him for dinner with tintap
Now I know why he didn’t head for the cat flap
He often ate dinner in another bowl
My cat sat at another fire, warmed by other coal
Rubbed against another soft-felt shoe
Purred for another’s smiling face too.
In that dog-eat-dog world there
A cat ate anywhere
After all he never promised you see
Never signed a contract with me
I mean were not married, no legal consent
It was just a casual open arrangement
Well, things happen as they may :
Met the “other woman” one day -
About the weather a friendly chat
Of a sudden I said, oh there’s my cat,
She said, and there’s mine too !
But there was only one cat in view.
We quickly pooled our knowledge
We didn’t need a degree from college
We both whispered pushwoosh
To attract “our” cat away from the thorn bush
But he darted through the leaves
And climbed up to the eaves
And another woman’s arms pulled him in
And cuddled him and tickled his chin.
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Written 2 August 2012
Entered in Poet ~ Destroyer's Contest Any poem you posted this week....
Time trickles past so slowly
We wait anxiously for news
Wanting to learn of the outcome
Yet still fearing the final chapter
We wait anxiously for news
Will next year find this still our home
Yet still fearing the final chapter
And so preparing to move on
Will next year find this still our home
Perhaps we will be cast adrift
And so preparing to move on
We seek an oasis to call our own
Perhaps we will be cast adrift
But family keeps us from being alone
We seek an oasis to call our own
Knowing that united we are complete
Still love keeps us bound together
Wanting to learn of the outcome
Knowing that united we are complete
Time trickles past so slowly
Contract hey
Santas on the thunderbox,
Contract given to George Knox,
He bid 20cents a tin ,
To bring the crappy nightsoil in.
Crumbob poo had made his bid,
He only had 14 kids,
25 cents a tin was it,
undercut by another half wit,
Great farting in your underjocks,
when Tarring the tins for the thunderbox
Moral of this story crude,
Contracts won by the lower dude,
How to force the wages down,
Come in sucker it’s your frown
The system has you screwed…
Don Johnson
My goal's to reach a hundred
my friend he said to me.
What, runs in cricket, drinking pints?
No years you dope, said he.
I want to live to be a ton,
a century I must reach.
Why on earth do you want to live that long,
you always say life's a beach?
Yes, well I used to think that way,
I was a kid and not mature
I've got a different outlook now,
since I'm married and secure.
Aha said I, I smell a rat.
She's begun to turn you round.
She's put ideas into your head,
where before not one was found.
No, no, he blustered, going red
My new wife knows her place.
Yes, right behind you with a stick
I thought, like a racehorse in a race.
Well why this idea that you have
to live to be that old?
That's another seventy years away
three score and ten all told.
I know all that and I'm afraid,
that it's just got to be.
For the mortgage that I've taken out,
will be just paid off, you see.
Partnerships contract primal economic,
civil,
cultural rights between consenting mutually subsidiary parties;
ecojustice solidarity mentors relationship-building.
Marriage contracts regenerate deep ecological sacred rites,
a liturgy of procreative mutual polarity and parity
bi-naturally systemic.
Iconic of nature's quintessential binomiality,
bi-normiality,
bionically balanced as dipolar "tension" or intention
and daily life-recommitted liturgical practice
of mutually subsidiary economic
and ecological perma-cooperative Union.
Ecology includes biological systems,
but also binomial self-regeneratively organized information systems,
patterns,
organisms,
paradigms,
language,
and natural systemic Yang/Yin
CrownLight/RootPower integral balance,
neuro-systemic nutritional flow functions.
Ecotherapeutic contracts evolve best
co-invested equal partners
of Wisdom's co-gravity functional patterns
AND Light's good humor flow rhythm.
We evolve a darkside for every exegetical Truth,
just as we revolve a lighter side to every False-False
paradox:
Fear of Fear Itself,
Hating Haters,
Love of Beloved Bicameral WeSelf
Not Negativing our Double-Binary
space-1/time-0 bilateral
Win/Win resonant Positives.
Jack and Jill went up the hill.
Actually, more like a grassy knoll.
They fell down the knoll
neither fast nor slow.
The bucket fell with s bang below.
Since they failed the contract,
Council decided to remove it.
Jill said,"Don't blame Jack.
It was some guy called Mack.
Besides, you'll never be able to prove it."
If we lived in a state
With no societal contract
Formal laws, constrained movement
or expression
Would that bring out
a hidden harmony?
or would humanity
debase and debauch
having no recourse
to reward and punishment?
Would we still exist, love, and share joy?
With no social control or design?
A piece of paper it’s true
The spirit or intention be a shield
The meeting of the minds
Between parties is one
Witness and signs
And officiated as genuine.
The vow is a promise which came true
The fairy tale…
The mystery became a miracle
The agreement and the commitment and extent
The mutuality of spirit
The execution and consummation comes a contract.
But contracts are not made in heaven
For in true life the parties intertwined
Make up its success or its failure.
All in one menu of the main course
Devoured and be labored
But always the expectant more than ever exist!
Once
Very close to the place
Where there's a flame
There's a lower level
You can aim for.
Shoot the spinning orb
With a Hell Shot thrice
Cause once you've taken
The blindfolds off
You can put them
On someone else's eyes.
Don't go assuming
That i'm harmless
With a switch on it.
Sustain your quest,
The ruin of your creator,
That whore of Babylon
Who lives down under.
Dive into action,
Live up to your dreams
So's we can perform
As a tag team for the challenge.
Please fill out the contract below:
* I ------------
asks...........to serve me
** i ---------------- accept
* to be signed by the Dominant
** to be signed by the submissive
a Constructed Contract killing
enhancements under my feet
Silent gases that can't be breathed
souls ready to be fed to the beast
money mix with blood
tears coughed up with Murder on (in) hand
death is but an unfortunate termination of life
a shaking building of life's little pieces of time
which can fall one brick at a time. or be
demolished by a violence, storm of mishaps
or to be perfidiously shattered by the thing call man
and so i (I) die helpless with no way to save my, self
and wonder how liquid drops of poisonous tears
can float in the air like mist to skin
and like wax to the inter ear... bring confusion and death
I now take my leave of you
and pray with open eyes
for a better death than what may surly awaits me
and may your final sleep, be as you always dreamed!
aka:lyricvixen (vlf)