Best Hired Poems
What If God I Had Hired
A Thought Transpired;
What If God I Had Hired?
Who would get fired?
Jim Horn
Probably a football coach the way
things appear to be looking right now.
Limerick: Once a Barrister hired a Spinster
Once a Barrister hired a Spinster
To work his pump short of a sphincter
She bought piston and nuts
Fixed up the leaking guts
Then Spinster married Barrister’s sister.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Hire me a hitman to teach me the reasons to live life
i am suicidal and need some advice
Hire me a prostitute
to teach me how not to be martyred by my sex life of nasty men
to guide me toward the sanity that there is one out there for me
and make saints out of these amends to the dead
Hire me a drug dealer
to come into my life to help me recover from dope
an oxymoron of sorts but if we can do it maybe there is hope
Hire me a conman to teach me the importance of truth
a liar of all liars who is desperately seeking my truth
of a secret he would be after only i could tell
Hire me a false prophet
to teach me everything i need to know about living in the present
and the consequences of focusing on every domino that could fall
in all the wrong directions
hire me a soldier
i dont care if its a navy seal
im sure he could teach me all about cowardice
when the threats around me become too real
and on center stage where i seemingly plan to fail to teach life lessons in this
social experiment
lets see who wins which bets
and which identities stay hidden and which ones become friends
hire me a spy to teach me all about the importance of privacy
as i delve into these peoples lives delving into mine
The threat is real its do or die
this is the scene
and there will be a bribe to be made
for pulling off the perfect crime
it may not be last man standing
perhaps a place to get on the same wavelength
wash away the past
lead the horse to temptation
hire me these people
and a game for them to play where if they work together they share the spoils
and if im successfull they all walk away reborn yet empty handed
but what exactly here is my goal?
who can tell a person is wrong or right?
day-to-day each one is a hired soldier..
fighting in their own battlefield..
not to kill a criminal or a terrorist..
rather a person striving for better life..
who can definitely say one's reason for living?
allow me to say that each one is struggling so..
one reason maybe is to earn a living..
one reason maybe is to gain power..
or this maybe one reason to share God's love...
who can tell hundred percent that such person can do harm?
isn't it, only by giving into chances that you can know one person..?
isn't it, through God's eyes we are all equal despite who we are here on earth..?
isn't it , through genuine acceptance that divisions and differences are broken?
isn't it reaching out is fine but alright?
sad to say that persons judge without knowing..
sad to say persons can conclude without even investigating..
sad to say, persons who are educated will look at others just by their race..
sad to say, persons outcast and demeans another person because of looks..
hired soldiers we maybe everyday..
true to say, we must on guard to others..
we must be vigilant to stay protected..
we must use all resources in us to keep living..
however, must we be hired soldiers to condemn and persecute innocence?
by: olive_eloi
19/10/2013 2:12pm
Santa Claus hired a dragon, Donnie Draco
to bring shy elves out of their cocoons;
he trains them to deliver the presents,
as meeting humans for them, is not pleasant.
Humans are huge and tower over elves,
and they would prefer just to sit on shelves.
Donnie's courage lends them strength;
don't worry, he keeps them at arm's length.
Donnie takes them around to stores,
to meet children, by the scores.
Sometimes a push or urging one needs,
to help a shy elf to proceed.
The kids just love to see old Donnie;
Santa thinks a Christmas Dragon's funny.
Well, really, truly yes, it is;
it lends a dimension to this seasonal biz.
And when these little elves are broken in,
Donnie goes home to visit with his kin;
high in the mountains of the North Pole,
in a cave called, "The Old Dragon Hole".
So if at Christmas, in a store you see,
a dragon the size of a Christmas tree
and tiny, shy elves that he is training,
do try not to end up fainting.
For Donnie's kind is a peaceful lot,
really though, if you think not,
just look inside yourself and see,
that deep with us all, a dragon be.
One time I hired a monkey
He took notes for me in every class
I would just be sittin’ there
My mind a happy blank
Well my monkey, kept busy
Scribbling on little paper pieces
At the end of the fourth week
Teacher succinctly said,
“Now class, using all your notes
I want you to write a long report.”
So this is what I then penned
“Hello, my name Bingo!
I like to climb on tall things!
Can I have a gooey banana?
Eek Eek!” How’d I get an F!
I told mom about it,
The teacher liked him better!
Why’d the monkey make an A?
She said “My bad, I never told you!
Never trust a monkey!”
Hired Hand
and so we see,
That some are in the hands of God because they love him, his son, and his commandments.
While others point the finger of their false Gods
and teach a false Christ to their neighbors.
and Jesus exalts his holy father in heaven and says 'I am the way'.
while others teach, 'I am your holy father come to my church and pray'.
and they set up idols and false gods as stumbling blocks, to lead the flock astray.
I witness, it would be better for them to destroy all their images, statues, and artifacts,
than to have one proselyte kneel before them to pray.
and I'm afraid
that no place for them will be found
come judgment day.
And Moses was a mighty warrior who with words and power divided a nation.
How much more mightier the Lord Jesus Christ,
who divides churches, people, and nations.
and the blind cannot see for they cling to their twisted faith
how can those in the hands of false gods
ever find their way
for it is not in them to repent
for the sins that they commit
easier for them to deny and or justify
their deeds, their ways, and their sins
Form:
Ended up in trouble and can't be denied;
Was only opening up from deep inside
Expressing what my opinion had been
Which ended up being a mortal sin.
As you read a poem you start to think
Should it be thrown the kitchen sink;
What had been applied forced rhyme;
Some people try to do it all the time.
Out several things had started to scope;
Should never be giving out false hope
And to me it always is very essential
Poor performance when no potential.
Had gotten in trouble on occasion before
End result was making some people sore
What they asked everyone what we thought
Into a trap and net I had been caught.
Why are poetry people willing to gamble
When together words surely seem to scramble
And merely much attention trying to obtain
Ending up driving us precariously insane.
It might sound like either off cuff or in cup
But can a can of worms soon be opening up
That maybe should have remained closed
And what was assumed, we also supposed.
Good God, why try to take people for granted;
Many perfectly potent pills may be planted
And through each poem, I will start to browse
Maybe more around I should start to carouse.
Another thing is required that I want to mention
Ranks are unruly when there is much dissension
Put poem in any washer then out have wrung
And check out guy to see if horrendously hung.
Then I really started putting my mind to task;
Wondered what now should I begin to ask;
To improve a Super Souper what is required?
Thought provoking questions by someone newly hired.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Gone are those times, if ever such times were seen
When rustic shepherds shepherd their flock on nutritive green
Shepherds now lead their sheep to calamity and damnation
But today, the sheeps cry out for urgent and drastic redemption
Weary and tired in their age-long captivities
Now interested in their awakened sensitivities
To each other, they said, there's something we can do
This is our land, the land was here before us
With milk and honey it flows, its territories an oasis of safe haven
Calm was the land, then things began to happen
Our shepherds, our trust, our hearts has broken
And today, their leaky umbrellas we have broken
Falling from darkness to a place of uncertainty
Everything is moving with no recorded velocity
Crawling from the known to the unknown
The sheep sheepishly arrived at the unknown
The change, everything she's changing
No change is this, only a changeling
Hoping for a relief as time and tide passes
Alas! More darkness our territory encompasses
Hired shepherds, their sacred duties have abandoned
In vain hope their wickedness to us by us shall be pardoned
Shepherd umbrella and shepherd broom are just but alike
Our resort and determination to live in all they dislike
For decades something evil has been withholding us
At last we found out it was nothing but ourselves
Tell the lazy sheep, their laziness eschew
Death sentence, their dominance on us ensure
Let sentiment not guide our affairs as mortals
Common sense, our resort controls in total
For our woes, our sentiment endlessly compounds
In unison, our freedom, genuine minds propounds
Cease then that grief, and let those cards decide
If emotion rules us, be that emotion guide
If passion rules us, be that passion pride
If reason, then good reason our minds provide
Their piercing brooms, our flesh have broken
Shall tomorrow, at moon light by grace be broken
Orochi C. Joshua, 2018, @all right reserved
Once a business man jumped
At the chances to rally reality crunch
Name calling and delivering a hunch
You’re now with us just a servant
Dictator King Donald J. Trump
11/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
(This is a true story)
His daughter died because he was a cheapskate.
He was tight with his money and she met a horrible fate.
He had a lamp that needed to be rewired.
He did it himself instead of getting a professional that he should've hired.
His daughter was electrocuted when she turned the lamp on.
If he had hired a professional, she wouldn't be gone.
I feel so sorry for that man because he blew it.
If you need something rewired, please get a professional to do it.
Hired Her Here
Then out of no where she was there
Came to share her beauty beyond compare
Out of our great land seemed so fair
Causing each one of us to sit and stare.
With beaming smile, she set boat sailing
At St. James her beauty they were unveiling.
Smiles smooth as silk yet mild and meek
Less left our speech when we tried to speak.
Never saw such a site like her ever before
Great beauty would not want to ignore
She sang as if entire body was on fire
Was exactly what you now did desire.
Lovely voice made ears stand up straight
Her grandiose style was sweet and great
Of all is greatest of all good looking dames
No wonder they hired her here at St. James.
James Thomas Horn, Member
St. James the Fisherman Episcopal Church
stjames@stjamesthefisherman.net
www.stjames.ecdio.org
We used to have a wonderful crew at work.
Sixteen, men who thought alike.
Then someone upstairs decided to hire two female engineers.
They hired the wrong two.
These interlopers are not demure, dainty or feminine.
They are brazen vixens.
With their bobbed hair and their wanton ways.
They read the financial pages, as if they understand them.
More like men than women, they are manly women.
Independent thinkers.
Way too brassy.
Too bold, too confident, too vocal.
We make fun of them from the window.
Because we dare not do it in person.
have to say I am quite
Smitten with you
On a quest to find
My one true love
The search is finally over
I was in a quagmire til you became
The Solution
Of all the men that have applied
To this highly challenging and
Fast-paced position, you qualify
Above and beyond all the others
Let's quickly go over the benefits
You'll be receiving.........
The quaint little cafe
where we had our first meeting
Was the perfect setting
To fall in love
Although we never really got to
Taste the food.........
Just to hear the sound
of your voice makes me
quiver uncontrollably
I feel absolutely
Breathless
I have only one question-
May I be your queen?
hired activist
mind the figure
you adore
mind the ideology
you adopt
mind the believe
you portray in reality
cos out their
on their heels of power
remember the closed door
behind the closed door
your faith is determine
prepared and chosen
to reality
don't forget you are
not there
don't be fooled
by the popular truth
remember you are not
part the circle
the circle that controls
what you never know
yet adopt
beware cos
so many idols are
not for truth
so many talent are
bought to promote evil
so many intellectuals
don't say no truth any more
they no longer read from
the soul
but read only from the master's
script
beware cos
so many are money hungry
and this dont excluded
those you adore
somany are also victims of
hired activist