Best Crises Poems
All right you stupid ornery little egg
This has gone JUST about far enough
I order you to peel this very second!
Why? Could you just tell me why?
After all I did for you too
Placed you carefully in cold water
(Along with seven of your little buddies)
Turned the heat on ever so gently
Added a a half cup of vinegar
Bought you to a nice healthy boil
Let you have a good soak for 20 minutes
Ran soothing, cool water over you
Cracked your little booty open SO gently
And what, What do I get in return?
A whole lotta heartache that's what!
Well how does THIS feel ya little...
How's it feel to be SMashed on-the-FLOOR
And GRound into the TILE with my heel and...
No wait! Did I? Oh no I didn't do...
It was an accident I swear to GOD it was!
I get these weird muscle spasms ya know?
Does this mean no deviled eggs today?
I'm devastated and TOTALLY crushed
And it’s obvious that you are too
Hope this doesn’t get back to your mom...
Death is an empty thing that strikes those who enter life, like screwing a whore with no strings. To sing this song of death to play with wisdom. little understanding of life so I fall short of the kingdom so I, pray to a god that I am not really sure is there so I eliminate the platform which was once there. I have teachers preachers analyzing so they ask if I care, I stare graciously into empty space. I am going to
Kill somebody, stabbing them continously, violently and sacrificing my last bit of crippled dignity, when I burn ferociously, won't even leave catiously. So plea until the oppressor strikes me down and taunts me with death as my salvation. Then I am going do it. Hang myself with contemplating who I am affecting because they'll all be dead.
The last of broken bread, like a jagged egde to my heartless felt life. I strive for nothing so therefore I am nothing.
So even when I recite this poem I stutter. I wish I could smoothe like a hot knife through butter. So these are the last few words that I utter, mutter. Ethically I pay tribute to my mother by why bother
So I leave silently causing no attention to myself or others, in contrast I wait, for my potential ever after, my life its final quarter so I await for my infinite slaughter.
Damn this is the best thing I ever thought of...
Each of the man-made public disruptions,
Experts say is an unforeseen crisis;
But since they profit from planned destructions,
I am begging you, please don’t go cry sis.
They pre-plan cruel war in people’s back yards,
Wrecking mayhem with killer devices.
Though news says it appeared out of the blue,
It’s their plan all along, so don’t cry sis.
And since war always spurs on inflation,
That is where central bank’s paradise is.
Their fiat money increases with death;
So who’s the killers? For them don’t cry sis.
If the U. S. dollar’s on its last leg,
Then falling empire’s use many vises.
Like foresaid war, division, chaos, hate,
If we learn their ways, there’s less need to cry sis.
And since lately there’s high interest rates,
Countries can’t afford paying debt prices.
So they’ll fool us to fight their dirty wars,
But they’re not worth the fight, so don’t cry sis.
So if we read and learn from history,
And don’t show up for their ginned-up crisis,
We’ll remember we’re one big family;
And that joy, is the reason to cry sis.
'Twas the night before Christmas at the North Pole.
Santa paced to and fro contemplating his role.
Things were in disarray and Mz Claus was on his case,
Chiding him about working just one day a year was a disgrace!
He'd been doing his routine for two-hundred years or so,
And wanted to retire to the South Pole and take it slow!
His reindeer were getting old and fat and slowing down,
Especially Rudolph, the red-nosed one, of world renown!
The shafts and runners on his sleigh needed much repair.
Dealing with his slothful elves left him in deep despair!
They went on strike and there were few toys on the shelves.
Kids might have to go to Walmart for toys, fending for themselves!
He tired of kids peeing on his lap during whimpering interviews,
And getting stuck and rumpling his suit in all those sooty flues!
He was getting fed up with the usual snacks of cookies and milk;
Santa much preferred salami and cheese or something of that ilk.
Due to climate change, the Pole was thawing, adding to his woes.
All too soon his whole operation could be afloat on Arctic floes!
But despite his problems Santa saddled his cranky but faithful deer,
Determined to visit each girl and boy to deliver joy and good cheer!
Entry for Joseph May's "The Night Before" Contest
(22 November 2019)
Placed No. 3 in the contest
What Crises
It's Just like always
the rich got richer and the poor got poorer
but soon comes the time for change
when the poor ole working man will take a stand
against the wealthy that own the land
and I'm sure it will happen time and again
at least until the bitter end
my freind
at least until the bitter end
Crises test our Faith
They shake us to our roots, then
Restore our Strength again
World Crises
Miracle Man
6-8-2022
In times of crisis the foolhardy question,
has God abandoned us, on this road we trod?
Quite the contrary, its man’s transgression,
and he, who has turned his back on God.
Despite crises, God’s victory rules with His bounty
Dispelling hardships causing despair, anguish and anxiety
His help enables the diligent to fight poverty
Enriching them with labor’s fruits of productivity.
Despite crises, God’s guidance keeps His believers settled
Leading them to His perfect will where they are safely handled
His wisdom directs them against being deceived and rattled
Thus, they overcome struggles tenaciously when embattled.
Despite crises, God’s holy pursuits magnify His presence
Putting to shame selfish goals of no value and sense
His standards push His followers toward noble persistence
Against worldliness that pulls them down by its alluring insistence.
Despite crises, God’s power exalts what’s right
Moving His stewards to do their utmost best with commitment-light
Making them to be blessings with their good works’ might
As with servants’ hearts, they praise the Lord with gratitude’s delight.
Despite crises, God-given freedom can be enjoyed indeed,
Worshiping Him is exciting, unmindful of time to exceed
Sin-slavery He can vanquish to meet every soul’s need
Spiritual hunger - He alone - with His satisfaction can feed*.
*Ezekiel 34:15 I will feed my flock, and I will cause them to lie down, saith the Lord GOD.
July 4, 2018
At the time of crises
All seek any means
In mind call Almighty
Crises leave it empty.
Regras Essenciais para Prosperar nas Crises
Mais vale
negociar oralmente
do que por cartas,
e por indicação,
de terceiro
do que sem.
As mensagens
são melhores
quando se deseja
provocar resposta escrita,
ma, quando se quer
obter uma venda
tratar o assunto pessoalmente é bom.
Na escolha dos intermediários,
é melhor optar por pessoas francas,
que farão aquilo de que foram encarregadas,
e que transmitirão fielmente o resultado,
do que escolher pessoas hábeis
em tirar proveito dos negócios alheios.
Escute a Conversa ao Pé da Fogueira de Hoje 21/02/2018 e saberá mais.
Regras de 1570 – Francis Bacon, in 'Ensaios - Das Negociações'
Hot water crisis
Suddenly no hot water
We didn’t have hot water in my childhood
We had to boil water on a kettle
Pour it into a bowl, add cold water and wash
The vital parts.
It was when it was a communal bath, I discovered
Hot water in a shower and clean towels.
I wonderful moment.
Talking about water, there is not so much of it now
The summer lake near the houses is a hole covered with
Thistles and the river are a stony track.
Where I live now the water from the faucet is not potable
We have to buy it at the local shop, and it adds to
The household expensive.
I drink about two litres per day, and it cost more than cheap wine.
I refuse to drink the nasty, the residue of an empty, wine sold inboxes.
A cold glass of water in the morning is aa
Nectar, no one should be denied.
Have we embarked a Ship of Fools
By forsaking the Golden Rule?
And, have we formed a neutral state
Sitting astride the Fence of Fate?
Our devalued civility,
Desensitized humanity,
Deprecated charity,
By deranged personalities.
Appeasing now a mindless guise -
Alternative truth's specious lies.
Extensive harms so plain to see -
Is our will blind to what should be?
Then, lists of things we should not read,
For thought control this is the seed.
For education "they'll" discern
Selected verses we should learn.
We could look back one day to see
Freedoms we've held implicitly
Have been erased from history
As if they never came to be.
Have we forsaken courage too
By things we say but will not do?
Turning to look the other way,
Failing to leap into the fray.
Are we then reeds blown by the gale,
Drowned in what life's demands entail?
Or, are we oaks that tout our might
But break in storms demanding blight?
Prevaricate, capitulate,
Tossed by the seas that seal our fate?
Then, we are fools and cowards too
Who cling to life in vain - Mon Dieu.
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Shackles of the body without cause - barbarity;
Shackles of the mind without concern - hypocrisy;
Shackles of the spirit without chastisement - blasphemy:
Such shackles thus unrestrained - inveterate inhumanity
Always remember its not the end,
Your joys and sorrows go hand in hand.
Crises are just a part of life
But not life my friend.
Don't blame the sun for darkness all around,
It's the fire which needs to be found.
You can't stop the moon to come,
But you can keep the woods hand some.
The pain of crises won't last longer,
Every step will make you stronger.
Your failures remind success is incomplete,
But it's the experience which makes life complete.
Ego has spread like a pandemic in this globe,
Humans have forgotten what's their job.
Now it's the time for humans to make the weapon not for killing,
But for mankind healing.
There may be thunder now; but rain will start soon,
The rain will give birth to new hope this monsoon.
Never lose the strength no matter you rise or fall,
Your mindset can conquer them all.
Your mindset can conquer them all.
Romance, a thing of the past
a shame it didn’t last
Kids’ constant crises did it in
Envious of other retirees
rekindling their old flames
while my kids’ crises sear my brains...
You have to play the hand you're dealt
~ though losing hands, forever felt
Mid Life Crisis
Everything changed over-night.
Paralyzed, by blind sight.
Concerned toward future health.
Phase changing, overwhelmed.
Future, not knowing.
Mid Life crisis, unease.
Trees and birds don’t complain.
Live day by day.
A new bold direction.
Be calm and collective.
Just one day at a time.
Count your blessings.
Hinder to judgment, always worried.
Reflect on life lesions through memories.
At ease is the remedy.
Sound of the pouring rain is calming.
Don’t ponder over your age.
Hold on to what you believe in.