Best Hires Poems
"A Broken Demo"
In a desperate cry for help
She hires every jeweler
A cheap sheep crying, Wolf!
Using old repeating politic
utilizing lies * manipulation
To cover the Glass Paste on her face
Diamond-like - Stonecold and Crooked!
Her true shape -- unveiled -- predictable
A Thief Among The Mines
In a world where certainties are few---
Promises! Promises!
A shallow cut - with high class
no shape --- no spark, a dark mass
Smashing success when opportunity hits
The worst gem in disguise
The diamonds in her eyes -- gone -- expired
If you look, you will see
A twisted reflection in her evil grin
A sinister smile -- waiting to win
Her Vice - a victim --- her puppet
blind * believing her lies
Cutting light performance -
-Without realizing most see past her history
We the people are more than a cubic step
Lighting the madness of her soul
Just remember, every day she sits on her pedestal
Without a twinkle --- she stares into the night
Knowing nothing she stands for is right
Innovation - incomplete
A man-made she-demon trying to wear white
Like the swan, dying every night
She refused to hear the trumpet play
A new moon soon will open our eyes
EXPOSED --- Diamond CUT
Hillary Will Not Be President
#The Poet Destroyer
Categories:
hires, abuse, evil, leadership, political,
Form:
Free verse
Seeking a better life and with chance at hand, our new life awaits
Wife hires on as servant, daughter and I stowaway as it departs
Our life's dreams sail on the USS Titanic, a new future to create
daughter and I conceal ourselves while wife toils with bunk-mates
We would change places to stay warm from bitter cold and storm
my young baby I wrapped up tight, this kept her warm to my delight
We count days till our new home, I worry and pray my wife is warm
A few days passed till that night I awoke in sheer terror and fright
Hearing metal tear, as cries and screams begin a siren sounds above
We're in warmth deep beneath the decks I grab my joy to face regret
We're not far from mom, I push and shove to get her one deck above
The time is short as I open door, to reveal wife's tears, glad to see, yet
to escape I tie a rope about our waists for in this flight can't separate
Then we begin our quest to the night air knowing we're 5 decks below
scaling 2 decks with speed, all converge but keep moving can't hesitate
Baby in hand we drag and claw moving to air, all moving with the flow
One more flight of stairs to fresh air, I take wife's hand to lead her their
Ship tilts as we get through door to sky then falling down into the night
A sudden jerk as rope catches pipe saving us as others fall in pairs
with bitter cold and death insight, I plan again how to win this fight
A mans wool coat 4 feet above I grab his coat as life slips from hope
Wrapping about my baby and wife, for warmth, in this my last night
Water rising swiftly only a few feet below, I swing wife and cut rope
Their flight to the ocean, as I follow them into the icy cold midnight
We find each other in this dark abyss, then fight to swim to life
We reach trash still afloat raising wife and babe to safety I cover tight
death assured in my last fight I tie raft to boat and tell my loving wife
I love you both fight to save your lives, as I sink from view in the night
Hours passed her body heat spent, pulls to boat in her last attempt
She wraps baby in all the clothes and begs they save her from my fame
Her baby safe as she can plan she cuts the rope with this last lament
When you all survive, let all who ask know my sweet daughter's name
This is a fictional account of the youngest survivors journey to safety, Elizabeth Gladys Dean
Categories:
hires, imagination, life, baby, night,
Form:
Free verse
At the station Paton stares at me from the train bound for Johannesburg
He leaves a note to remember to mop up where the roof leaks
This is after the British take Achebe and I's gods away
before sitting back down on their buttocks
When I take their son in Taylor draws my black skin being thrashed by the wind
I feel the kid burying me before the ship comes
I resurrect, thanking Wendt for at least some power and glory
before stupid maggots come and eat up my winnings
Orwell hires me to feed his pigs when I'm broke
I want to kill them when they stand up on two legs and talk back to me
Smith and I meet at Catholic school and ditch Boys' Club together
His brother catches him and I hide across the street as he gets a beating
I run into Fitzsimmons who's looking for Les Darcy
I tell him, 'I'm not his girl, go ask Winnie where he went'
They make Ihimaera and I run errands at the family gathering
I tell myself we're either cousins or enemies: don't fall for him
That same night Huxley and I get high on soma
He passes out on the beach and I run back home to sleep it off
The stabbing wakes me up in time to tell Selby to go tahell
He gets up in my face and tells me plainly to be honest with myself
It's strange after that...just me and Bukowski waiting for a bus
He puts up with me and I fall in love with the pungent smell of him.
Categories:
hires, books, history, language, literature,
Form:
Free verse
MysticMisfits™ Return Policy
(Cursed Edition)
--for when you regret your haunted impulse buys but the universe has other plans.
Please read carefully. Some conditions may apply to your soul.
1. No Refunds, Ever.
You bought it. It’s yours.
Even if it blinks at night.
Even if it follows you home.
Even if it whispers things you really don’t want to hear.
2. Exchanges Must Be Approved by a Sentient Mirror
To initiate a swap, present your item to the mirror in Aisle 7.
If your reflection nods and steps out of frame,
you may proceed.
If it sighs or bleeds, exchange denied.
3. Store Credit May Be Issued
…but only in dreams,
and only in the form of cryptic symbols
you’ll spend the next three lifetimes deciphering.
4. No Returns on the Following Items:
Cursed Lip Balm (LipHex™)
BoneTone™ Music Boxes that have learned your name
Anything that hisses when touched
Items marked “Oops”
Teacups that show you your childhood regrets
5. Return Portal Hours:
Open: Tuesdays, 3:33 AM to 3:34 AM
Closed: All other times, including holidays and emotional breakdowns.
6. By entering the shop, browsing this catalog, or thinking about a MysticMisfits™ product too hard, you agree to the following:
You may become part of the store inventory.
You may forget your own name, but remember ours.
You may not get what you wanted…
…but you will get what you deserved.
All sales final. Side effects include regret, possession, and occasional enlightenment.
More fine print coming soon... check back for policy updates and new questionable hires.
Thank you for shopping at MysticMisfits™.
We hope to see you again. Soon.
Categories:
hires, funny, humor, humorous, parody,
Form:
Free verse
She hires a lion
As a bodyguard
The chicken
Categories:
hires, africa,
Form:
Haiku
Deliberately inching its way toward break of day,
The morning sun begins to emblazon the barley field.
Relaxing and watching the orb find its way,
The lady of the house waits for night to yield.
Like every morning, she is seated there,
Enjoying the dew scented breeze on her veranda.
Feeling its coolness on her scalp while combing her hair,
And the warmth of the rising sun becoming grander.
Her mind wanders back to the city of her birth,
Just over the rise, beyond the barley field’s treasure,
Lies the city with the most famous name on earth,
Where, in her youth, she was a lady of pleasure.
To Rachab went all of Jericho’s possession,
By decree of God, for which Achan was stoned.
For this soldier could not control his obsession,
Though aware the city’s riches were God’s own.
With God’s grace, Rachab’s wisdom grew,
And she made the city’s outskirts her spread.
Her land into a field of grain did accrue,
A breadbasket from which hordes were fed.
Her hires were the finest laborers in the land
And were busy harvesting barley all spring.
She paid the very best wage to every man,
Cause her crop was the best early rains could bring.
The fields and glades, that gave her pasture form,
Seemed sensuous in every contour and rise.
At daybreak, contrasting tones were the norm,
Painted artfully by the brightening skies.
Mounds appeared convexly round breasts,
Lovingly sculpted over a span of human girth,
Whose beauty was able to put the heart to a test,
As the machinery of memory rotates the earth.
Babbling brooks flowed from shady nooks,
Giving refreshment to denizens of land and sky,
Producing a scene of green worthy of picture books,
That not one skilled artist would dare deny.
Gingerly she rose the doorway torch to quench,
Watching the shrinking darkness become shadows.
Rachab calmly returns to her veranda bench,
To observe butterflies dance above the meadows.
In her dreams, she envisions a more golden age,
When royalty would be attributed to her seed.
A zephyr flows over her mind turning the page,
But she still aspires the prospect of the throne to accede.
What a lovely story to behold just beginning to dawn,
Rising out yonder, just beyond the horizon of time.
How we yearn to see that age return, now long forgone,
So our hearts may once again be joyous and sublime.
Categories:
hires, faith, happiness, history, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Pretty Woman
Oh, pretty woman
You have caught my eye
On a business trip
And need a tour guide
With beauty and wit
Week rendezvous
Evening delight
Dining, fine wine,
Falling in love
We're from two
Different
Worlds dear, but
Say you'll
Stay with
Me
1/6/2016
Diminished Hexaverse
Poetry Contest: Favorite Movie
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Pretty Woman is a 1990 American romantic comedy film set in Los Angeles.
A man in a legal but hurtful business needs an escort for some social events, and hires a beautiful prostitute he meets... only to fall in love.
Director: Garry Marshall
Writer: J.F. Lawton
Stars: Richard Gere, Julia Roberts, Jason Alexander
Categories:
hires, beauty, love, woman,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
A Cowboy is lean, tall, muscled and an inarticulate mass
Of loyalty, independence, pride and downright Western class
He cocks his hat to the back of his head and lets loose an infectious grin
Testosterone overflowing he’s masculine from boot toe to hat brim
He mumbles “Ah, Shucks”, ducks his head and charms the ladies
He’s saddle born, ranch raised and calls his palomino horse Hercules
A Cowboy kin drink, git drunk, cuss and dance a mean square
He kin hunt, trap, fish, and if put to it, outrun a riled–up bear
A cowboy spits, chaws, farts, smokes hand-rolled and sings off-key
He shoots, ropes, hogties, brands and whistles at cattle in high “C”
He’s an introverted soul, shy, gawky and tongue-tied in society
But ranch owners’ virgin daughters are eager to marry him
After doing hanky and panky stimulated by 100 proof killer gin
The shotguns hang on the fireplace wall, but the Cowboy ain’t gonna give in
Thinking, “mebbe It’s time to git gone and ride out like a swift blowing wind”
And into the sunset the Cowboy eases away without a backward glance
Looking for a cattle ranch that needs know-how hires and give him a chance
To punch cows, shoe horses, drive cattle and harness a gal into a new romance
Cowboys choose, lose, win, and wander here, there, and all around
Unless a right-smart gal he diddled in the stable of a small cow town
Is a hardheaded Cowgirl who hogties him when his pants are down!
Categories:
hires, humor, , western,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Hoard healthy highs
End etch enough
Add apt apply
Roam rivers rough
Trendy true tries
Hope hurls healing
Etch earns ending
Art aims asking
Reap real risking
Trust truth tasking
Help hurting hires
Embrace empty
Apt art aspires
Relieve rowdy
Toilsome touch tires
Hoist heavy hounds
End each explore
Art airs astound
Risk ripe restore
Trip tipsy town
Harsh hurting heat
Endow entreat
Applause appliqué
Reach rich repeats
Toss tasty treats
Hoist heavy heart
Empty e-mail
Amaze apart
Rouse ransoms rail
Taste tension tart
Hide harsh humour
Ends empower
Art aims armour
Rude rhymes rumour
Trim trash tumour
Leon Enriquez
02 May 2014
Singapore
Categories:
hires, allusion,
Form:
Alliteration
The Boss Up in His Tower
By Franklin Price
12/8/2016
The boss up in his tower, and the worker down below
Had somehow disconnected, how it happened who's to know
Been together since conception of the business and the plan
Each one knew the job to do, both the worker and the man
The years went by, the profits grew, the way was bright and clear
The worker was dependable; worked hard from year to year
The boss became an egotist, puffed out his chest with glee,
” Look at me, without me, where would the worker be?”
It was he who had succeeded, all the profits were his own,
He moved into a mansion as the company had grown.
Drove expensive autos. vacationed foreign lands
The worker ran the business, exceeding all demands
The worker fed his family, paid utilities and tax,
Often went to Goodwill for the clothes upon their backs
The car he drove was ten years old, and always breaking down,
Barely got the kids to school, wife to discount stores in town.
For vacations to a foreign land there was no hope at all
Unless the money gambled, won the elusive power ball
So the worker kept on working, just to barely pay the rent
At Christmas time a gift certificate, for a turkey, he was sent.
The worker finally had enough and went out on his own
His wife and children helped him, by answering the phone.
He worked hard to develop a better life for him
Soon hired his own workers, paid a living wage to them
The worker kept succeeding; knew all not due to him.
Each person, that he hired, was a loyal working gem.
His policy was sharing all the profits to appear.
His workers could pay all their bills and take vacations every year.
The worker was not stupid; knew some hires just got by
Would barely get their jobs done, did not really want to try
Took off every chance they got, did not work so well for him
Did not deserve the profit sharing and, with warnings, fired them.
The boss that he had left behind saw the error of his ways
He had not done it all himself, being greedy never pays.
Customers bought from the worker, for the quality was there.
The boss lost most his business, he had no one left to care.
Categories:
hires, business,
Form:
Rhyme
No Judgement Jamie always was told
that judging others was vile and cold,
all her teachers did proudly attest
that living life without judging was best.
And the media reinforced these words,
to judge other people? Hateful! Absurd!
To judge was the make them a victim,
what peopled needed was more compassion.
So at sixteen, at a big school dance,
Jamie found herself approach by one Vance,
she’d heard rumors he was a player cruel,
wanting only sex, and bragging rights too.
But she was no bully to judge all his acts,
so she went with him to his car out back,
when she called him later, Vance, he just laughed,
and gave her Herpes on top of all that.
Then there came college, and time to decide
what she would do with the rest of her life,
her father said study to bring in money,
her mother said think if she would marry.
But Jamie would not make that decision,
she could not judge, would not build a vision,
just went with her gut, a choice so easy,
but nobody hires for gender studies…
After college, working in a dime store,
she met her a man with tattoos galore,
her father advised,”That man is a thug.”
her coworkers said they heard he dealt drugs.
But she was in love, who was she too say
if it as wrong or right to earn cash that way,
they moved in together, it seemed all right,
’till police dragged them both out one night.
After a night in jail, Jamie was clear,
but had no place to stay that was near,
the place she’d left, she couldn’t afford,
but she got a deal from a new landlord.
Got a new place in a rundown slum,
her dad said moving to that place was dumb,
but judging these people, that wasn’t good,
it was nothing more than a neighborhood.
Until one night, when a gang-banger charged,
stabbed poor Jamie for the purse on her arm,
she died according to her moral sense,
but at least she didn’t make a judgement.
Categories:
hires, confusion, culture, death, education,
Form:
Narrative
Traveling home to see my family
Spanish moss hangs from trees eerily
I step on the gas; the car starts to shake
So I pull over, pressing on the brake
Here in the darkness I am all alone
No satellite near for this useless cell phone
Few will drive through Alligator Alley
Reptiles and panthers are not too friendly
Hours pass as I sit still, locked in my car
Green eyes from the swamp peer at me from afar
A tire iron I grab at the break of day
As the mystery of night fades away
When the fog lifts, a sign comes into view
After such a night I wish that I knew
A gas station exit is just feet away
Though overnight my hair had turned gray
No gators or pythons had threatened me
The danger I’d sensed was but fantasy
But look, a crocodile crosses the road
Seems I’d parked next to his slimy abode
He sees me, stares and just goes on his way
Scary possibilities in my head play
Carefully I walk up to the exit
My legs are still shaking I must admit
The station is closed; boas hug the gas pumps
My arms are suddenly rife with goose bumps
But then I hear the sound of an airboat
My chance of rescue no longer remote
It’s the marine patrol; now I’m secure
All nasty fears had been premature
But he turns his face; it’s Michael Myers!
This is the savior Florida hires?!!
I run back to my car, but standing there
Is a burly man with a mechanic’s flare
He’d already popped the hood, fixed the car
Quickly I speed from this swamp so bizarre
*Written by Carolyn Devonshire for Gayle’s “Stranded” contest
Categories:
hires, fear, night, night,
Form:
Rhyme
And so, the homeless have a stake
somehow, the Lord of angels states
to do it unto me ~ my sake
offensiveness I can remake!
A tone, a gesture of impede
a beating by a Mayor's heed
"out of my town", he intercedes
old Crawdad crowded this guy's speed!
Why not impair the lonely soul
or bring to justice, Cops don't know,
they hide the facts, incite control
old Crawdad, able, got to go!
Attorneys, Sheriff, all relate
to ceremonies for their sake,
but when the unknown need a break
it's who gets His, not a fair shake!
Old Crawdad bleeding on the rug
the Mayor shouting "one more tug,
I better quit, my tavern's crowd
might hear my voice, you know I'm proud!"
The Council hushing up the strain
Their tourist season must have gain
without the "bucks" we can't contain
our lifestyle, qualities terrain!
Well, Cop does hinder, warns the town
this can't get out, we'll look like clowns
he was encouraged, Council's row
to make it less, just so and so!
It's sickening, they all shut up
the way they whisper, eyes dropped thin,
no food for Crawdad, housing, stuff
run out of town, that's all of him!
So large or small, vestige the same
keep flowers showing, hide the pain
that flaw of justice must remain
it's whose on first, belittled feign!
Stories not over, Mayor Cain
and Able Crawdad, called the game
he sued the Mayor, lose his shirt
goodies in numbers, stores, the roof!
Not that asunder means get tough
equal's not undermining's bluff,
No Crowded Crawdad, own the town
Homeless have voice ~ their own renown!
Little town Mayor beats up a homeless man in Laundromat and leaves him
bleeding on rug, he goes to Cop, takes report, nothing is done. You see the
Mayor hires your Cop, and had you noticed the coalition here! It's happening
everywhere! Say something! We are not all wandering, homeless!
Categories:
hires, abuse, community, discrimination,
Form:
Monorhyme
mobileblind.org
This is a charity web site that hires blind and disabled people and is in need of
financial support to help the less fortunate.
If anyone can help them or buy their products go to this web site for more
information.
Thanks,
Doris
Categories:
hires, business
Form:
Today is a time that is like no other,
For the virtuous wife and bless’ed mother,
While her husband works the ground to yield,
She works beside him in the field.
She is his help, his right hand man,
The world on his shoulders,
she is his stand.
Baring his seed, expands his name,
defends his honor against all shame.
She mends what’s broken in the home,
Holds down the fort when he is gone.
Guards house and home both night and day,
never once relent to pray.
Accountant, cook, and housekeeper,
Duster, polisher, and home sweeper.
Scold the naughty, spank the mischievous,
Discern the truth teller from the devious.
Teaching her daughters to make them wives,
Her sons to live godly lives.
She hires the help, gives helping hand,
Handy lady to the handyman.
She’s the only one who goes, without a pay,
Though she’s rewarded every day.
She then adorns herself, for her handsome King,
To reward him warmth within her wings.
To whisper strength within his ear,
that if not for him, her heart would fear.
The wife and mother today, is as soft as strong,
She is everything right amidst all wrong.
Categories:
hires, character, christian, faith, family,
Form:
Rhyme