Best Mogul Poems
I was beyond bereft!
With very little money, sure, we had a small place.
But no cash nor tree nor presents nor food were to
be.
I cried a lot, so did my daughter.
I prayed very hard for some kind of answer.
Then I recalled "Operation Blessing"!
They wanted a complete list of what I needed.
It was long indeed, including a tree, a turkey, food
for an empty pantry,and toys for my daughter.
They told me to trust God and stop my crying.
It was a relief for me to know I was trying.
There was no plethora of jobs, then, as there are now.
Nor were lowest income earners having an 8% increase
hidden by the media mogul cows
And we were in a recession, then.
"Operation Blessing" came to our humble place.
I had been truly blessed by God's holy grace.
First they brought in a six foot,live, fully decorated tree!
In my daughter's eyes, I saw such happiness and glee!
The turkey was a Tom, hence more than generous.
All the trimmings, too. Plus other foods to fill my barren
kitchen cabinets.
Toys came next, plentiful,all beautifully wrapped.
My hopelessness disappeared knowing the world is so
generous and way far from crass.
Many organizations are doing good this season,
After all there is a reason!
People are cooking for the homeless all day across this
wonderful nation. Shelters are open.
Groups are cleaning up tent cities!!
Oh, no! Forbidden for you to know.
The painting of rich crushing the poor,
Is the center of the political boors.
Do what we can in money or in person!
Christmas is about His love, His birth.
Share your time and care and love with those who may
have less.
I learned that Christmas, to be humble and stop complaining!
To do for others, to tithe, to contribute.
To be grateful for what little I had.
And to ask when I needed help.
There are seniors living in nursing homes, go visit them,
their relatives won't!
How about badly wounded veterans, who lost limbs for you?
Can you spare them an hour or two?
Make this Christmas not about you.
It's a transformational experience,
I promise you!
December 10, 2019
The headlights were upon me, with no time to react
My mind and body shut down, so I never felt the hard impact
I remembered not using my seatbelt; I didn’t want to wrinkle my new suit
I was being honored for an accomplishment in my lifelong work pursuit
When my life flashed before my eyes, I was disappointed with what I saw,
There was no rhyme to its reason; there were no answers to any cause.
I saw a lifetime of selfishness with vanity as its only gain
I prayed for a miracle to allow me to change my awful aim
The first lights that I saw looked like heaven’s pearly gates
Then I heard those beeping sounds from hospital machines that I hate
No one was in the room with me, for reasons my vision made perfectly clear
But I had been given a second chance and there was nothing left for me to fear
It took a year for me to recover, with plenty of scars to mark the way
But now I had a mission; I visited the children’s ward almost every day
I met a lovely therapist who soon would be my beautiful wife
And now I had new purpose to go along with my brand new life
The papers all reported about the horrific accident that I had
They said it changed a corporate mogul into a simpleton, gone half-mad
I gave away all my money to charities that wear other peoples' names
But I am richer in my poverty than at any other time in this game
I give thanks to that driver, who fell asleep behind the wheel
And I don’t care that there’s no one who quite understands just how I feel
The old me died that night and as answers to my desperate prayers
A man with rhyme to reason is now left standing here
Tea and Sympathy
met Days of Wine and Roses
Old friends enjoyed brunch
with Arsenic and Old Lace
at Tiffany's for breakfast.
For Mr. Brian Strand's
Tanka Me contest
Dressed in green, plants and trees grow
Roads of red clay, joining paved highways
Dry and dusty, wet and muddy
Walking shops, sleeping vendors
Basket of fruits, bin of vegetables
Mother of foods, server of nations
Flocked Churches, packed Mosques
Taxis race, bodas rally
Welcoming hearts, amazing people
Smiling faces, begging hands
Noisy towns, silent villages
Crying children, sweating mothers
Drunken men, joyful youth
Packed cities, Street kids home
Rich on the hills, poor in the valleys
Traffic jams maul, load shedding haul
Africa’s frontier, Pearl of Africa
Floods of milk, hives of honey
Racing beasts, crawling reptiles
Home of gorillas, nest of each specie
Jungle for monsters, castle for prey
bed of mammals, host of nature
Path way of the sun, Mixture of weather
Source of the Nile, mother of great lakes
Host of rift valleys, pride of huge Mountains
Pool of hot springs, pack of great rocks
Mother of investors, lover of strangers
Home of kingdoms, shrine of martyrs
Cocktail of languages, blend of tribes and races
Prize of education, oven of destiny
Center of minerals, mogul of nature
Preserver of creation, Lover of God
Many parties, one leader
Mother Uganda
NB:Uganda is a landlocked country in East Africa whose diverse landscape encompasses the snow-capped Rwenzori Mountains and immense Lake Victoria. Its abundant wildlife includes endangered gorillas and chimpanzees as well as rare birds
Thought of writing about this great nation of mine..
His gold teeth glistened in the sun
As ‘Long Ben Avery’ turned
To face his captives, head lowered,
Their providence to learn
For Avery was a pirate bold
Trained in the Kings’ Navy
Who, disillusioned with his lot,
Captained a mutiny
He seized ‘The Fancy’, in Cadiz
An act both rare, and bold
Then set out on the briny sea
In search of ships with gold
He plundered every vessel met
With not one man set free
And soon, his name spread fear and dread
Across the seven seas
For two years, not a ship was safe
As treasure he amassed,
But his biggest booty taken
Would prove to be his last
He sailed down to the Mandab Strait
And other ships did meet
Who chose him as their Admiral,
To raid the India Fleet
The ‘Mogul’s’ flagships, tried to flee
Chased by the pirate fleet
But a brutal, two hour battle,
Ended with their defeat
The pirates tortured those they caught
Without a thought, or care
As they searched on board for treasure
For each, to glean their share
The ‘Mogul’, proffered swift revenge
Hunting the pirates down,
Swearing each villain, had to hang
For crimes against his crown
The pirates scattered, far and wide
To skirt captivity
But most were caught, and hung with rope
Strung from the nearest tree
But Avery, was never found
Or his share of the hoard
It’s rumoured that his crew killed him,
And threw him overboard
No matter what became of him
Or what, was ‘Long Ben’s’ fate
No man’s ever bettered his feat
In history, to date.
Justice of a beautiful woman is that of a model.
She may just be a Christian whore.
In five inches high hills, she does the Catwalk.
Her asymmetrical body spins in Prada blend.
She smiles and saunters entertainingly.
She is powerful.
She is a mogul.
Justness of a handsome man is that of a beautiful model.
Even in his sexual identity, he does the catwalk.
In Berluti loafers, he strolls as just another beau in a fashion show.
The designers place him tersely.
He becomes a baller and shot caller in the fashion industry.
He is magnate.
He is dynast.
In the entertainment world, life meanders.
The portrait that is viewed is of a fashion model.
She gleams in sketch.
His sheen is imaged.
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Penned May 21, 2014!
Farewell! Oh my sire
King of once empire
I walked out at doomed in those spooky nights
Just to see you naked and died!
Who are you to killed those men?
Are you out of your mind?
Oh sire! You fought like Trojan war
And looking for Achilles heel in reward!
Who are you sire?
You the mogul of dismay!
See the apocalypses and omen of world
Are you not afraid of judgement decode?
You coward!
You ruined everything over three hundred decades
Spare! Spare forgiveness!
I will hence thee witnesses
Oh sire! What have you done?
Its getting out of hand?
Two tormoils at once!
Ho! You never be gutsy I know you can't
Oh sire it's not yet the end
Go and change!
Give peace among foes of Spartans men
And you still barbaric in the end.
I’ll sing you dream songs
that last as long as the hills
but know this my love
it’s fullness IS
the striving of our wills
Against the darkness
that has crept stealthily
into the hearts of man
I cannot describe
this latent longing
to rest mine eyes
upon the faces of my joy
to stay there reticent
upon the turn of your gaze
Soft sentience gathers
like a cloak of gauze
to be not disaffected by
the backs of those who consume
the refuse of worthlessness
and despise excellencies
but prefer the violations of every
virtue , whose villainy
is unconcealed on any level
considered the character
OF MAN
Salacious , drooling compounded
with the Sophistry of sophistication
Supercilious in their vanities
as rottenness to a tree
Nay , but here I seek
a palate for the delicacy
yielding tender fruit
so desirable as it’s fleeting
from a world gone course
that swallows any thoughts
of pursuing a nature
whose potency can be clearly seen
I defy your erosions
corrosion of thought and deeds
whose love is less than
rutting animals
I decry your mogul media
your grand theatrics
I have divorced you
to pursue a finer thought
I’ll pass you on the street
you will have my hello
but don’t expect to drag me
to your peers whose
consciousness is gone
even in the daytime
I will , my time
with the quality , geniality
of thoughts vibrant
of the orchestral heights
and cast your lows
into some other state
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
The curse of verse, at worst subversive,
Cursive, ad lib, tragic,
The means defines scenes, supreme beings let off steam,
Beauty queens daydream of magic.
Sense of place, being part of the tribe,
Strangers for whom, in that moment, we'd die,
Hypnotised by the lies,
Buy the lies, Buy Buy BUY.
They say that language makes these creatures noble,
(Though global, antisocial music mogul has you at his disposal)
And whilst it can be, I fully agree,
I put this to thee and hope ye can see.
With that in mind, defence of rhyme, a light to shine, to reassign
Must be a risky business, this vision, this mission,
Spitting on tradition
Commission with precision and wisdom, not premonition.
T'other condition of these lines, repetitions are declined,
Treating then as being malign or as a sign that you're not try'n'
Language naturally evolves, as new issues need resolved
And the duty on us all is to adopt this protocol.
So be counted,
Stand up tall,
I'm saying employ your wherewithal
Because in fact it's vital, survival of the fittest
Evolution overlooks and observes the dying witless
The rival is the other witness,
Seeing his rivals diminish.
That that is, and ever was, once wasn't,
And is will be a was because it Doesn't..
Dolly answered, "I'm just a little
Fatigued, I'm ok though. I
Think I should lie down. Molly
Followed Dolly to the master
Bedroom upstairs. Dolly
Confessed her heart To Molly
"Molly I love Damian soo much.
He is my whole life now.
Where was
I before I met him. I don't know.
My life Will never be the same."
"There's no going back to my
Former life. I don't remember
How I used to be. Molly I'm
Excited and scared at the
Same time. I'm about to be a
Mother and a wife. Well I'll
Try and get some sleep for now".
Molly stayed with her while
She fell asleep. "He's my
Happiness, Molly." Dolly said
Drifting off.
Molly left Dolly sleeping
In the room. She met Damian on
The stairs. "Is She still sleeping?
He wanted to know. Can you
Stay with her then wake
her up in another
30 minutes, they all
Want to give her their presents."
Molly returned to the room
And layed down with Dolly.
She felt compassion for her twin.
She was in over her head with
Damian. He Was forcing her
to grow up.
Downstairs Damian's father
Searched for him. He found
Damian just as he was about
To disappear into the crowd.
"Hey Damian, glad I caught up
To you",he said pulling Damian
Into a den in the wide hallway.
His father started his speech.
"Since you're in school I know
That means you have financial
Concerns." Damian explained
"Yeah, true. But we are trying
And it's hard." Carter Hakim
Removed his check book from
His jacket pocket saying, "here
Let me relieve your burden."
The realty mogul wrote his
Son a check for $120,000.
Damian was very pleased to
See the amount. "Aah. Thanks
Dad! I appreciate this so much."
He hugged his father tightly and
Vigorously shook his Hand. He
Thought he would deposit the
Check ASAP. Carter Hakim
Patted Damian on his back and
Said "Congratulations you'll
Make a fine father and good
Husband for your young
Family."
Words books and history bans
Restricting women and anti trans
Climate deniers and mogul fans
Patriots the hands in Putin’s plans
old songs, tired poems,
languid in clotted veins,
human condition,
artistic renditions,
nose-to-tail in ruts carved deep,
of older stories,
of blood,
of heartache,
of tragic mistakes,
the greed of the caesar,
pales beside tomorrow's smirk of the mogul,
hoary stories made new with designer end paper,
and we formless ones,
spilling ink into ether,
ankle deep in the slurry,
of others,
serving wars and empire,
gimlet eyed
at those self anointed who crouch in shadows,
hawking snake oil
disguised as benevolence,
does the poet beatify ideas with the pen,
or oxidize action,
with words spent cheaply like carnival tokens,
or perhaps banked into kindling,
sparking blazes of verse,
keystroked tremors of action,
combusting we quench,
steel and ideal,
so blaze on pilgrim wordsmith,
there's mettle in words
and iron on a thousand lips…
EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMEBODY:
It's totally been a tough month,
To put myself up to try.
Smiled all day with open mouth,
But later turning into cry.
Holding on to fight,
Through this big plight.
It's truly been so tight,
And I nearly lost the might.
All I wish for was some love in the dark night.
And who knew it would bring in a starke light?
Indeed,everybody needs somebody,
That's an unfailing avowed buddy,
Who's an angel in a human body.
If you don't have one,
Then sorry you are not having fun,
Since that somebody will help you stand.
And make life sweet as strawberry wine.
I have a beautiful somebody in my life.
Yes,that's my wife,
An aristocratic mogul that I have.
Her love is an unfadable healing,
Her care is an unlimited soothing.
A proud mother of my great children.
Frankly,she holds the key to my haven,
An empress of my Eden,
In her heart am I hidden.
Glory be to God for this gift.
She was chosen based on freaky sift.
Perhaps,I pray you get somebody too,
So life would be worth for you two.
I mean you...yes you...
My everyday reader,
who's also a sound listener.
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A big "if"
get a whiff
Me? zero.
my hero...
Ben Franklin
wise statesman
scientist
columnist.
Ben's passwords -
Poor Richard's
crackerjack
almanack.
Did Silence
Dogood sense
women's rights
and insights?
Philly fire
would inspire
Ben's brilliance -
insurance
Self-taught, thence
Ben invents
bifocals
smart mogul.
Next project
he'd perfect
ladder chair
with step stair.
Millionaire
takes a dare
Kites and keys
lightning please.
A new hat
diplomat
Ben would dance
off to France.
Death's closed door
eighty-four
Famous men
admire Ben.
September 18, 2020
rewritten March 9, 2021
for contest: If I Were Famous..
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