Best Fair Deal Poems
In the historical archives, many trails have led to
The making of a legend, those born with the pioneer spirit
Of individuality, bred deeply within their soul.
Such was this man we called, Mr. President, Theodore Roosevelt.
A cowboy rough rider, whom wrangled his way with true
Grits fight, making his way to the oval office round-up in
Washington, DC,
Thus America's pride, was alive within Teddy's wild heart.
This wilderness environmentalist, who's grand vision,
Had the foresight to leave a wondrous gift behind him.
To a nation beloved by him, this honorable man,
Bestowed his legacies inheritance for future generations,
To enjoy forever, the green valley's known as the
National Parks and National forests.
A nation's founding father, his face indubitably
Engrained, into solid granites bed rock, on the exterior of
Mount Rushmore, so does it bare witness, to this presidents
Greatness unto posterity.
A rugged individualist, believing in the fair deal policy,
For all men, should all have the same rights and liberties.
Theodore did so carry a big stick, but spoke softly,
In the foreign policy arena, thus receiving the Noble Peace Prize.
Drive did he, the stake of progress across the raw landscape
Of Cuba, creating a man made wonder, called the Panama Canal.
But if asked Theodore Roosevelt’s greatest achievement,
Was the raising of his children, and living life to it's
Fullest depth's degree.
A grievice day, to lose one such as he, but this man
Whom loved adventure, looked at the death as only
The beginning of another chapter's turning of a page,
Beyond lies another horizon's sunset to be explored.
Don't cry at the loss of one such as myself,
Shed no tears, yet raise a toast instead, on my behalf,
Celebrate how I lived, and for the little accomplishments
I've left behind.
For in this way Theodore Roosevelt wished to be
Remembered and the greatest tribute of all.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
I’d be honoured, given my life, so grand -
My Obituary, drawn by my hand.
Who strutted in my shoes around the earth?
Precisely, I know best what my life’s worth!
First of all, by natural selection,
Life and I shared mutual affection.
Life loved me right til death and long before,
But I insist I madly loved her more.
Through strife and struggle we struck a fair deal -
She gives me grief but grants me time to heal.
She kindly pinky promised from the start -
My wealth flows from the bottom of my heart.
She swore to me that despite all tears shed
I’d laugh more than cry by the time I’m dead.
She urged to seize the day and have a ball,
She enticed me to take less and give all.
Less is more by far, she expressed out loud -
“No carryon to afterlife allowed”!
In sync we cried and laughed, but we had fun,
And morphed organically into one.
My earthly worth is my life’s full credit,
Obituary, no need to edit.
I’m glad this final tribute note above
written and signed, “To my Life! With love!”
If I compare your charm with moon’s ray?
Stars will wage war by saying they are more temperate;
Snakes may take me to the task,
I may have to run hiding whole day.
Flowers may boycott their fragrance to me,
Garden will be a piece of art work on paper.
I may struggle to find my way, with so much resistance
Fear if my own soul if leave for better imaginations.
To stuck a fair deal with love and beauty
I may need to compromise with other duties.
Before the wrath of time falls heavy on me
I need to decide a better way for this fantasy.
Nothing waits too long in this temporary world
Wasting time may jeopardize my other options
I rest this matter by leaving it alone
You are truly beautiful with no comparison.
It's time for me to do Marriage trade
Is it what some call bride price?
Never mind..I am a merchant so i call it trade
Barter trade system is my best
I give you a living thing for a living thing
Slave for a donkey
I will respect your business language of 'in laws'
Its like mine of the 'by laws'
Since your daughter has all the arms to dig
Legs to walk, eyes to see and a stomach to puppet
Yes
I am interested in this commodity
So!!! let the trade begin...
To be fair
I will take your daughter in exchange for six cows
If you hate cows
I can offer four goats in exchange for each cow
I know goats are somehow stubborn like women
So we can think of hens
Ten hens for each goat WHAT DO YOU THINK?
Or since we have the rats
and you enjoy these edible rats
I can give you 20 rats for each hen and then i take the girl
nice idea, don't you think so?
Don't fight
We are doing trade here
You will be a billionaire
Think about this
I will give you four thousand, eight hundred edible rats
For just one girl who has one head and only two hips
Its a fair deal old folk
Think about a farm of 4,800 edible rats!!
You will be voted the next village chief
For starting some big project around
As your daughter will shake out of her
My slave boys
Who will run my estate for years
see?
/*I wrote this poem with an African picture of 1800,
If you still do this just know you are mad..
Happy women's day*/
Villanelle: Generalize and prejudice will congeal
Generalize and prejudice will congeal
No prejudice justifies the call to arms
Exceptions crop up only for common weal
Know the next man's the best chance for a fair deal
The exception always battens down your qualms
Generalize and prejudice will congeal
Not to generalize makes neither big deal
The other man's prejudice will quash your balms
Exceptions crop up only for common weal
Many or all nurse their hatreds and conceal
Their dreams of pure race culture under sweet psalms
Generalize and prejudice will congeal
Genes that mutate miscegenate still reveal
Our Father who art in Africa's realms
Exceptions crop up for the common weal
The only prejudice worth a mighty peal
Who the damn stuffed genius brains in human forms
Generalize and prejudice will congeal
Exceptions crop up only for common weal
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
They say friends should be few but good.
I say friendship is better than brotherhood.
We used to see them too often at school.
They used to make us happy and cool.
We used to play together a lot of times,
And we would sing our childish rhymes.
We would also stand together or fall.
They were the first people to recall.
We grew up to be men or women,
But inside, these memories are hidden.
Every time we need someone to talk to,
We find them there for us and give help, too.
They say a friend to all is false to all,
I agree and stick to this golden rule.
We can be friends to one, two or three,
But more than this we can't be free.
Yet we can be friendly to everyone,
But not friends with everyone.
Friendly is to give people a fair deal,
But friends means to love and feel.
To give and take as much as you can,
To put them before us if we can.
True friends are a real treasure,
Whose value goes beyond measure.
But remember to decrease their number,
Or else they put you in real danger.
( I have written the poem in three different forms: Quintain, Quintella and Quinzaine forms
respectively)
Getting married at Christmas
Never heard! No, I wouldn't want to marry on Christmas day.
Not Christmas Day but a few days before would be lovely!
That would mean messing Christmas up for everyone, okay!
Apart from it making it difficult for friends and family
It would be mean and rude to share two special days selfishly.
To get the best of both the worlds with Christmassy feel
I would rather prefer to get married on the 20th December
So the reception bills and the hotel bills would be cheaper
Even a Non-Christian faith person would think in real
To keep the Christians friends away, won’t be a fair deal.
I hope one would appreciate
My humble sentiments
Wouldn’t you too?
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13-11-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Tenth Place win
Contest: Getting married at Christmas by Shadow Hamilton
they have me
in this room
with the floor on the ceiling
and my face on the wall
those grey men with the funny eyes say
"mister thomas you will cave;
don't fight yourself"
they have me
i have this room
what's this "fair" deal
this pay-off
r.thomas '10
leper i am
oozing is filth
come, Great I AM
rid of this spilth
i, the leper
lack sensation
and such shatter
cause these lesions
leper i am
so far from God
irked-- eye problem
joy-- i forgot
leprosy rules
hurting all friends
carelessly drools
nothing it mends
leper i am
all seems hopeless
step in, I AM
this heart's loveless
leper i am
please do linger...
... touch, Great I AM;
heal each finger
leper i am,
monster-- all hail!
long race i ran
from self, oh fail
o Great I AM
take over now
hurt many Man
enough pain now
leper i am
no more to be
bid Lord, "do scram"
infections flee
leper i am
hideous; stinks
i touch Your hem
healing in Wings
leper was i
but help me still
each day, oh my
has its fair deal
God; constant help
You did befriend
my rotten self
Thank You. Amen.
Cookery is slavery if you don’t partake of the meal
It becomes foolery if you keep settling the bill
It is misery if you repeat the drill
Familiarity leads to rats chilling in the grill
Employment is exploitation if you can’t get a fair deal
It becomes poverty if you keep taking the pill
It is deprivation with tax deductions on your will
Gullibility that leads the thieves to steal
Greet Artificial Intelligence
to increase your excellence.
That doesn’t mean to be blind to pursue.
Being rational, always argue.
On your Common Sense have confidence.
Take advantage of AI, when seems perfect.
Enjoy AI in full taking assistance.
Of course Don’t destroy own intellect..
Accept AI to sharpen own skill.
Before using AI, make a fair deal.
Not to be overpowered by AI.
For benefits, AI to apply.
AI is created by human wisdom
amd has been scattered in broad spectrum.
Always under human instruction
Artificial intelligence to function.
When someone can
love me as I do,
And I win my lady
When I woo,
When I trade
And get a fair deal,
When I pray
And overcome an ordeal;
Nothing else matters more!
"Tit for that is a fair game",they say;
A tooth for another,an eye for another;
One grave to a grave; blood washes away blood!
Darkness inspires night; tears dried with tears!
It is a slap for a blow; no harm is left undealt with;
No, it's not like a Bible with slap the right,I give the left,
The misperception of "fair"
Push me into the pond,I drag you to hell;
Spill my secret, I take your nudes viral;
Snatch my man,your uterus,I evacuate;
Ruin my beauty,your life, I'll claim;
There is no fairness,no justice,
It is pain for pain, nothing else,but pain for pain;
That's tit for tat,what they say is fair.
Where would I be? Where would you be?
With all this going on around,
Hit me,I explode you;
You insult them, and they set your mansion ablaze;
This,reminds me of 8year old Jacob,
Jacob accidentally killed Malcom,
And that was the end of his life,
Jacob was sent to the farthest, thickest jungle,
The excuse being; animals lived in the wild!
Jacob was an animal.
Two sons,one mother; and the mother lost both just like that;
Tit for tat is a fair game; point at the fairness in the game!
Sin doesn't save us from sin,purity does;
Breaking my heart,me crashing more innocent hearts,
Hurting me and I, going after you, to tear you apart;
The origin of endless agony!
We learn from our masters, Christ is one,
Came down to earth,to us,in holiness,
To wash away our evil with his blood;
He could have come to avenge instead;- may be that would be the fair deal!
A deal,in which redemption would be unheard-of,
A game in which,we,all would be doomed to die.
I leave,but I say this to you;
Remain loyal to those you love, much as it seems as vanity!
They will betray and hurt you; forgive them; even when wounds still hurt,
Forgiveness is one way to healing and moving on better.
Spread love,by living with love,dying in love;
Vengeance sweeps the remains out of your sight,
Vengeance leads to war, unending!
All this,the world has labelled "fair",
Study God's word,seek to learn what he wants from a sinner,
To men,what tastes good; to God,is bitter;
Live, therefore,as God has led you;
Tit for tat is no fair game, but a fast path to ruins!
To pay back the hatred
To return the cruelty
To give a judgement
It seems a fair deal
But a wrong interpretation of the law
Judgement is only in front of the court
But now it's only
A repetition of cruelty
A repetition of guilt
A betrayal of the truth
And I’d end Ukraine war in a jiffy,
It’s just that my idea’s somewhat iffy.
The natural resources
Are not for battle courses,
‘If you feel not so ill
Of it, let’s have a deal:
You give me your rare-earth
To you of little worth,
And I’ll, every weapon
You so depend upon,
It’s fair deal, there’s nothing what so sniffy.
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Happenings |18.02.2025| USA, Political, humour