Best Entrepreneurs Poems
Man loves friends
Babies have toys as friends
Children have peer groups as friends
Young men like making friends
Friends can become spouses
Entrepreneurs have ambitions and dreams
as friends
Stars are friends of the moon
The splendid glow is the friend of sunset
The shore is the friend of the sea
We are friends of our grandchildren
Pets are man's friends
Only genuineness and sincerity of heart
Showing a true love
Only sincerity and cordiality
Is a sign of friendship
Clans, Ilks and Tartans
Woven into threads of red and black,
Girded by grids of white,
Distant plaintive bagpipe memories
Of sunset over Kilmaurs –
A crest that bears a unicorn
Touches royal roots
As a poet’s tribute to a patron lost
Watches neighbors Campbell and Montgomerie
Then looks out on the seas from tidal lands
Of Ayrshire in flings and reels with swirling kilts
When explorer’s feet recall on new world shores
The mew of seagulls soaring –
Politicians, engineers and entrepreneurs -
Over Fork Over – Cunningham, a clan of auld.
Blocks of green and wine
Stripped with blue
Look back into the heather
Covering highland hills of country dances
Where spring wanders in hunting kilts
Beneath clear cerulean heavens,
Boldly enduring;
A crest that bears a coronet
Of storied noble and knight
Whose melancholy legend
Whispers in glens and gloaming
Of standard bearers for a king
Watched by Ogilvy and Stewart
Lindsay, a clan of auld.
Like sunlight bouncing off of autumn leaves
In crimson, golden amber, umber greening hues -
A sword dance of squares and lines in twirling kilts -
Near the sparkling waters of Loch Lomond;
Clan neighbor Graham and cousins MacCammon
See the crest adorned by a coronet
Prize of battle;
The wind remembers
Tiny windswept island Clarinch -
A battle cry of Clar Innes -
Campaigns of kings and exiled queens –
Chieftain’s seat sees a president and prospector -
Hence the brighter honor – Buchanan, a clan of auld.
Cousins of the same ilk
Bear the names of families -
Of highland lands
And lowland memories -
Seaside and mountain territories -
Kilts wearing colors interwoven patterns
Born of clans with
Tartans telling legends and the stone of destiny,
Plaids dancing at the piper’s hand,
Ancient names, though maybe hidden, still live –
Cunnyngham, Lindsey and MacCammon
Of Buchanan –
In Celtic refrains like iridescent whispers
Woven through clans of auld.
This is the story of my Scottish heritage through the mottos, the tartans, the history and geographic references to the clan homes.
The middle class here can't be saved
When 0.001% act so depraved
Their wealth without end
These royals* still pretend
Did not come from us—their
enslaved**
*The Royals: CEOs, Banksters, Revolving Door Regulators, The FED, Congressmen for sale, Lobbyists, Board Members of Big Corporations, Major Shareholders who vote for these Board
Members, Corrupt Managers, Dishonest Used Car Salesmen, Presidential Candidates with more than two Residences, Elected Presidents (and their lackeys who pretend to regulate but look the other way)
**The Enslaved: Workers, Career Regulators who are trying to protect the public, Honest Hard Working Citizens, Students--some with oppressive loans, Immigrants, Soldiers, Police, Firemen and Firewomen, Parents, Children, Orphans, Disabled, The Sick, Small Business Owners (who don’t hire lobbyists), Volunteers, Health Care Workers, Welfare Recipients, Inventors, Investors, Entrepreneurs, Actors, Artists, Journalists who do in-depth investigation (not like those with FOX News, ABC Radio or many other of the outlets where they mouth the status quo), Non Profit Corporations, Charities, Teachers, Transportation Workers, Waiters and Waitresses, Dishwashers, Servants, Farmers, Managers, Ship Hands, Cooks, Unemployed
Author' s Note: Have been at Occupy Wall Street 8 days in the past two months--which is why I haven't been here--plus I have to work. Miss you all, but it's for a good cause. I am very briefly seen on Conan's feature: Triumph the Insult Comic Dog at Occupy Wall Street if you are looking for some humor with a little umph.
I have babysat a roomful of six year olds,
my heart beating louder than a pack of screaming hyenas.
I walked out with them quiet and safe in their parents arms.
I improvised a speech to an audience of millionaire entrepreneurs
that ended in a standing 'O'.
Often I danced with titanic sharks,
and even French Kissed Killer Whales.
I have slept deep in the grip of ink black jungles
on mid summer nights, no dream.
Once I hung on with two broken arms
five hundred feet above my demise, without a whimper.
I skated through fields of dead bodies
in not just one but two very nasty wars.
Played tag with the devil and in the end hung
his left horn above my fireplace,
yeah my fireplace I owed him that.
I swam naked on the crest of a waterfall
from the top of its peak to the concrete sheet at its bottom.
Many times, I have partied with death,
her bones drenched in the fluids of our perverse acts,
but not once did she leave the party with me on her arm.
But please,
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don't,
please don't,
make me talk to my EX-WIFE again!
10~10~2014
Exuding purity, while honour bestowing
“Sampaguita” I am, my country’s national flower
Jasminum sambac --- such is my scientific name
beautifully functional with my fragrance
oozing through a branded perfume.
With my God-endowed economic potential
I’m sought to provide livelihood opportunities
since leis and garlands produced out of my being
help build-up entrepreneurs in our community
as well as growers, showing resilience and patience.
Modesty aside, I’m an inspiration to many artists:
poets exalt my sublime scent and accolade-granting petals
sculptors have me accentuated, like in my ceremonial torch feature
singers express serenade-lyrics, comparing me to a virgin
painters exhibit my adornment impact.
Symbolizing graceful simplicity and sacredness
my optimization is offered to the Almighty
Who blesses fully my sweet existence beyond survival bliss
as I yield to Him my all, while worshipping Him
with my biblical fellow flowers, rose of Sharon, and lily of the valleys.*
*Song of Solomon 2:1 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
February 2, 2021
Chosen image: "If I were a flower..."
1st place, "If I Were A (Flower)? Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 2/4/2021.
Each of them had one
A golden shovel
To sweep away the detritus
Of life’s lingering keepsakes
Scratching the gold-plated spears
Dodging deaths deadline
Struggling to be remembered
Ecologically egotistical entrepreneurs
Pictures, suitable for framing
Polished, souvenir hard hats
Sign waving sycophants
Applauding the arrogance
Of progressive platitudes.
An old woman weeps
The shadow of her home gone
The echoes of her life fading
A Teddy bear lays crushed
Beneath an unseen future.
I imagine attending a colorful graduation ceremony at the college or university.
After attending my mind is stuck with a lot of queries:
Would graduates cultivate in themselves attributes of entrepreneurs,to think outside the box?
Were graduates tipped to be innovative, self-motivated, willing to take greater risks in
their fields?
Would graduates go into industry to add value in the economy sector,after being equipped with suitable skills?
Could the skills they have acquired be able to sustain them and support their families
with or without formal employment?
Would graduates narrow the skills gap that has existed in the industry?
Did lecturers expose graduates to both technical and entrepreneurship skills during
their training?
Would graduates be entrepreneurs who will constantly create and grow business ventures,thereby creating employment and incomes in the economy?
Could graduates embrace the intelligence of the labor force,and start running viable growth-oriented ventures as a career alternative?
Could they survey key industries,organizations,family and friends already in business ventures?
Would they start up their own business ventures,provided they have access to support and other requisites?
Could graduates blend various fields with entrepreneurship sustainability to overcome unemployment levels?
Could graduates separate what's important from what's irrelevant to make
achievement in life?
Could they be confident, pro-active,decisive and energetic in their endeavors?
Would they be hardworking,firmly decided,continue in spite of opposition or difficulty,
and have the ability to see clearly?
chipepo lwele
*Dedicated to granduads
I accuse
Bankers who compulsively their creditors lure
Bid them colossal loans and obscure
To erect fantasies and a castle in Spain forge
Later arise manacled with a dolor mortgage
Employees who secretly squeeze through
Evacuate their jobs unattended and eschew
Occupy hours galore in cafés gossiping
With prolonged queues jilted lingering
Doctors who diagnose organic diseases
Shirk fragile,grief-stricken souls
Administer drugs to accrue vulnerability
Burden their expenses and nurture insanity
Entrepreneurs who hatch gigantic edifices
Reap colossal sums of almighty dollars
Abjure to construct a hovel for the beggary
To harbor their rat-infested despondency
Yet could medication be of any use
To what a whole epoch has abused ?
Abdelwaheb Dhaou.
Economic development is the precondition of higher living standard
Therefore we should focus on economic development at first
We know infrastructural development is a must
For economic development of any country
So the government should go for it in the first place
And if necessary they should go for partnership with private entrepreneurs
Now it’s an open market economy
If we want to take off to the sky of prosperity
We need to utilize our own resources including manpower
We need to figure out our competitive advantages
Because it’s not a hard task for us in the information era
Now-a-days tourism is a lucrative sector for any government
Because we are living in the time of globalization
Protectionism is now a history
That’s why
The role of commercial banks and other financial institutions
Is more pivotal than ever
They should provide loan to the industrialists
In such a manner and style
So that the latter can import cutting-edge tech
In order to survive in the fierce competition of open market
I see a green tree. It is all I want.
A dry rocky mountain and a hawk
satisfy. To die spiritually in
the hot sun and the body go on
climbing. To take the paths among
the rocks and mahogany bush.
To feed on rock lichen and blue
sky. To not need a house.
To leave my mind in the foothills.
To climb everything but blind. In
the deer shade of the cool aspens.
Forgotten by the work force and the shrew.
Bored as a badger disturbed at
its stream. Free singing as the stream
cutting the gorge. Cool as a hummingbird
in its wet spray. Caterpillar fur.
I stay in the mountains unknown.
The roof soot of the city calls me back.
The museum women shaking their bodies
at the stuffed tigers. The meditating
curators and entrepreneurs. Burro.
* * *
Old Basho, early Spring, took fond leave of his friends,
closed his small house at edge of village,
and with one peasant companion climbed the long narrow road to
the North.
Blessed morning!
the day I left life behind
but not this world of dew.
"National Anthem USA"
Hands to hearts with baseball capped compassion
We swear on a timeless treasure of freedom
Asking new artists every time to hit the tender spot of America
They beg for the chance to sing the Francis Scott Key to our hearts
Rebellious revolutionary days forced us to face
The king of England, most taxing on our troubles
A tumor so ugly and far away from the truth
He was growing ever more malignant
With every year of passing this country grew more proud
Endearing us to older countries we certainly had to prove ourselves
Throughout tumultuous efforts
We fought on this land and others
From the souls who struggled with hand packed gunpowder and bullets of balls
To the men who survived amputation and the casualties of consequence
M.I.A'.s and P.O.W.'s in Vietnam with green turtle shells on head, they fought like dogs
Tags to remind us are plenty because freedom is not free
Semper Fi sweet marines
And for new lands so vast, they were to become the new states
Of mind for auspicious entrepreneurs who knew the greatness
We were blessed with the new land to our west
Exploring revelry which led us to find the other shining sea
Gold made us rush while liberty allowed us to stay
Settlers moving west across the nation brought much trepidation
But nowadays we have a future to forage for the best it has to offer
As we dine on democracy from the plate of our predecessors
Begun with the melody that makes people goose bump
The Star Spangled Banner
After three glasses of memories, I was drunk in deep thought
Staggering through the pavement of my meditation I couldn't help but to think of the land I came from
Where trees bow in submission to the strength of the wind
Where the sea hardly gossip with her land mass and the soil never go thirsty
I come from a land where geographical disasters never visit
Where hatred still sing a love song
cultural heritage still echos in our traditions
Though different tongues yet we speak one language
The language of love
Though different drum sounds yet one dance step
The dance step of unity
A land baptized with peace
A native land,proud to serve
A strong motherland
Lost so many children yet pregnant for more
Scars of boomblast sleeps on her back
Corruption rapes her everynight
but her tears water the field when the sun visit her day
A land wrapped with coat of arms
Skin coloured "green white green"
A land that bring forth offsprings like you and I
Bound in happiness,laughter and countless triumph
A bowl of enthusiastic youth, with hopes and dreams
Talented people
Culture never to be washed away in the sands of time
A land I'm proud to call my own
The place I love to call my home
The soil that birthed marrow into my bone
How I miss the smell of our pride
The mother of our bride
A land impregnated by rich mineral resources
A land of trade and Entrepreneurs
Pages of divers abilities
Kings, queens, princes and princesses
Indeed it's a land of royalty
Beauty bathes the soul of her soil
Hunger stole the lives of many we know
Plane crash ended the destiny of some
Flood swallowed the wealth of others
But these losses drown in the stream of our happiness
For we come from a land where sorrow only comes
To spend the night
So i water my green field
I wave the flag high in the sky
Customise every T-shirt I buy
Compose a song for my land
Paint a nice portrait of her beauty
Go to north east south and west
Make the whole world hear my voice
I paint the walls white and the cities green
For I come from a land called Nigeria
#Benarmani
We were a country where people roamed free
where you drove cross-country without paying a fee
We were a country where folks dreamed big
outside of Washington where men wore wigs
We were a country known for ingenuity
not for divorces, abortions, and promiscuity
We were a country built by entrepreneurs
not by bureaucrats cranking out horse manure
We were a country where a man said what he thought
not what some PhD. thinks that Mao taught
Yes, we were a country, alright
not a chorus of banshees from the left and the right
B eyond imagination
E ntering our universe
I nside unforeseen crafts
N eglecting to be caught
G alaxy entrepreneurs
11-3-11
Contest:Being /By Paula Swanson
Obam- a ll entrepreneurs wish to know
Why you think they didn’t grow their business they did sow?
Obam-a lot of people want to ask
Do you want freedom of religion to be a thing of the past?
Obam-a many an illegal wants to thank your moxie
Will you often bypass the written law without proxy?
Obam-a change in health care is not free
What price will it ultimately be?
Obam-a s you promised paths to alternative synergy
Where is the solar and wind energy?
Obam- a lot of people are still unemployed
How can you fill this need to work void?
Obam- a time to give big companies our money
Why can’t a hardworking man give a gift to his honey?
Obam- a re YOU going to make things improve
When will you find a President for all Americans grove?
Richard J. Long (September 2012)