Best Organization Poems
I am a child
Like the one you tuck in bed
The one you kiss on the head
The one who gets loved instead
The one who is so well fed
I am a child
I am a child
Like the one who gives you joy
Your pretty girl and fine boy
The one who gets every toy
The one who none dares annoy
I am a child
I am a child
With no home to call my own
The cold reaching to my bone
Hunger pangs, all that I’ve known
In tattered clothes, I have grown
I am a child
I am a child
The pavement my only bed
Dreaming of a piece of bread
With a small heart full of dread
My life hanging from a thread
I am a child
I am a child
With no gifts beneath the tree
With no hope to be set free
Wanting like YOUR child to be
Why, oh, why, can’t you love ME?
I am a child
I am YOUR child
I am GOD’s child
Remember me this Christmas….
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I'm privileged that Norma Nashid, founder of Restore a Child, has asked me to be an ambassador for the organization to help raise awareness of the plight of less fortunate children around the world. She asked me to write a poem for their newsletter, and I am sharing her FB post regarding it here with you.
(The poem below was written by Eileen Manassian Ghali, a professor of English at Middle East University in Beirut, Lebanon. She dedicated her poem this Christmas to Restore a Child. Her mother, Angel Dikran Manassian was my favorite teacher and my first teacher in school. Now I get the honor of enjoying the beautiful writing of her daughter, Eileen.--Norma Nashed)
If you are interested in finding out more about this humanitarian organization, please look them up on FB. I will be writing an article soon to highlight the plight of Syrian Refugee children in Lebanon. I hope my Mama would be proud of me!
restoreachild.org
http://ymlp.com/zMiueR (latest newsletter)
https://www.facebook.com/RestoreAChild
My poem will be published in the next edition
Cookies, snacks, Chips...
drinks induce cancer...
Polluted air causes disease,
live causes old age,
dying saves us...
How could we live !
Testing times for the masses
Testing surprises? wrong passes
Friends on paper turned foes
WHO was there and knows
Sellouts in for the kill
Digital tracking at the till
Liberties lost, the new normal
Curfew and lockdown now formal
Oh God, expand my narrow, cluttered, room!
And clear the clutter out, so I may see!
And still my Seas, as You did, Galilee!
Life threatens to collapse in, with a Boom!
Like Aspen, that arise after a fire,
Or ground-cover that sprouts from ash and dust
Or sweet alyssum permeates the must
About the room, through window of desire,
So, pray I, browse the pages of my mind,
And grope for answers to luck, fate and hope
And grub for words, and wish I were A. Pope...
There is a solace, that I sometimes find
That tells me, Love is easier than this
O! HOW can Love be EASY, when it spurs?
O! How an outside dog be free from burrs?
And yet, I know it's true! How soft the kiss
My Love gave me, that made me blow the motes
Away, swing wide the sash, let in the day...
Away! With all the piles that naysay!
And sheaves of papers bearing scribbled notes!
...Some say Tolkien, himself, could not sort well,
He lost some of the Ring in managing...
He buried his notes, his housekeeper did fling
Some part of Frodo's past? (I'll never tell!)
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UPDATED/FIXED/REWRITTEN IN A FIT OF DESPERATION 2/22/2019
Submitted for: Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Echoes heard from Mars to Pluto
Sound the alarm on alien radio
Jupiter cried, cause Saturn's ring was lost
"Repeat" no matter the cost!
Heathcare for all, pay it again, Sammy-o
For Carolyn Devonshire's Limerick contest
Thanks Carolyn!! It was fun!
There is an old Humphrey Bogart film with the quote"play it again Sam" That is what
gave me the idea for the play on words. did not mean to offend anyone. I was just
trying to make a rhyme with pluto.
If you noticed this limerick makes no sense, like what's going on in Washington DC
with the healthcare form and reform! (**)
Democracy operates on the principle
That all power comes from people
Church power comes from Father Christ
Church has hierarchical structure
Organization man. In the best sense
creating the environment in which experiments
can be savored and remembered.
Then there is the world of interlocked
organizations. A world of missions and contracts
finely tuned and binding.
Is the formation of associations
as instinctual as nesting and gestation?
A leader may be one who asks a question.
Or may be one imposing order.
Imposed through consensus and broad shoulders.
Waits, watches, acts his part.
I was impressed by the list of distinguished senators
from Vermont. He placed himself among men,
orators, imperfect, in history.
We march forward, imperfect in our justice
and compassion. Overriding logic with conscience
sometimes, not often, when it counts.
And mercy. A seemingly irrational, total
abnegation of the markets, rules of war, law.
Good to be so flawed.
They used to call it The Mafia.
They used to call it The Mob.
No matter how you look at it,
It ain't your average job.
There is no way their efforts,
Could serve the common good.
When my mom and dad were young,
Their members were called Hoods.
Then they became Big Business.
They wear expensive suits.
If you cause them any problems,
They'll find you in a mail chute.
They've had many different names,
But still have the same old tricks.
Now they're just "The Family",
Their business, --- Politics.
The universe is a mercurial cloud.
Against its overbearing chaos,
I have only my words.
They are never solutions,
Only questions.
Always selective in their attention.
Always filters screening out
The subatomic assault.
I have only my words.
I scroll through cable channels.
I download all the apps.
How do I ponder a musical chord?
How do I arrange an ordered thought?
The social order is our agreement,
Our consensus on what exists.
I have a fondness for gemstones that meets crazy at the border.
Today I sorted out the top drawer of my desk, and realized this is where
A million of the missing pieces are hanging out.
Laughing at me probably as I type above their heads
Having no knowledge of them whatsoever.
How jewelry gets stuffed into drawers I do not know.
Are there shoving elves that come at night?
Because these little rascals have commandeered
At least two, maybe three kitchen drawers also.
I clean them out every year or so, and yet,
Everything seems to make its way back.
I found six hundred and eighty-two dollars in change
One summer week when I was cleaning out
My husband’s drawers.
No pun intended, and no, I am not a hooker.
But thank you for showing me that your mind
Also wanders into the gutter keeping mine company.
What is that? The jewelry is screaming for me to wear it.
All of you? I ask.
It nods savagely.
If I had thirty-six fingers, I would.
My toes are large though, and I do not want
To even glimpse at toenails I can use as spades now.
I have to go. There is a little riot here, and I am the sane one.
I have six thousand things in my house that I do not need
Cannot find, do not hope to find. I would rather call Amazon
And have them bring me scotch tape, a hammer and nails
Than try to find them again, and I used them yesterday.
The day that three different people delivered something here
In an Amazon box. One picture frame, but I had ordered five.
Do not worry, my husband said, the other four are coming.
Today? I asked. Yes, believe it or not, they did.
Good thing too. I had painted five paintings specifically for
Those frames, the day before. That is how fast I am, and how
Compulsive I am and how determined I am to do whatever I
Want to do whenever I want to do it ….except organize stuff.
1.Tehreeke Taliban Pakistan.
2.Al-Shabab Africa.
3.Al Murabitun Africa.
4.Hamas Palestine.
5.Hizbullah Lebanon.
6.ISIS Iraq.
7.ISIS Syria.
8.Jund al-Sham Syria.
9.Al-Mourabitoun Africa.
10.Al-Itihaad al-Islamiya Somalia .
11.Ansar-Al-Sharia Libya.
12.Boko Haram Nigeria.
13.Jamat-ul-Mujahideen India.
14.Ansar al-Islam Iraq.
15.Harkat ul Mujahideen Kashmir.
16.JEM Jammu & Kashmir.
17.Lashkare Taiba Pakistan.
18.Lashkare Jhangvi Pakistan.
19.Jamaat ut Dawa Pakistan.
20.Jundallah Iran.
21.Quds Force Iran.
22.Al Qaeda Afghanistan.
23.Army of Islam Gaza.
It seems there's a decline of civility in America in most every deed and word,
Especially among politicians and many members of the common herd!
Folks do things and say things that don't make a tittle of common sense,
Then they cower behind the First Amendment using that as their defense!
I'm proposing the formation of The National Catfish Syndrome Organization,
And emulating the trait of the lowly catfish is the membershiip qualification.
Alas, the members, like catfish, have a large mouth and a very small brain.
They spread vicious venom and silly tripe which has become our Nation's bane!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Making a list!
What,I lost It?
Rewrite, "Things to Do."
Check each item off.
It's your map to sanity.
What's this shoe doing here?
Oh, I forgot this metallic purse,
Hiding under a chair?
Earrings hiding behind a book.
Now, it's a treasure hunt.
Wow~a sapphire- colored guitar.
Once played, on a summer night,
Easy to get lost, in these treasures.
A little toddlers table?
Yes with soldiers abandoned
So long ago!
I greet them all....hello!
Your big stuffed dog, cries for you.
These things are not junk
My house, my country.
Getting organized, a joy.
A Grandma and her grown boy.
Panagiota Romios
5.29.2021
5/30/2021