Best Personnel Poems
She walked along the warm and salty beaches of a Bahamian dream, while the radiance of the suns kiss danced on her honey baked skin quickly painting a caramel hue of beauty. She illustrated the kind of beauty that his wonderings were just surreal of the real queen he crowned. She was not the usual epitome of the beholder, but in his eyes, she permeated his soul that soaked through every space once filled with fantasies of melancholy that were nightmares of a dream. She restored his happiness that was void but had been resurfaced by her glorious existence.
Now he did not quite showcase the handsomeness of the handsome but in her eyes he caught the salty streams that walked down her face many times but now exhibiting hope of despairs fear of joy and peace of a piece of his lost but resuscitated heart. With future wonderings, they are their personal personnel of the task, job hired by the almighty of heavenly white without any shades of pink slips between iridescent fingers entangled as one beautiful piece of lace that laces their hearts. Their destiny is only determined by an infinite possibility of infinity that may be…or not.
transmogrify
once upon a time
one knew how to begin
the state of the day dream,
by removing the mind,
shedding the every day
paraphernalia, then escaping
into a realm just
above the physical
wishes were formed
refined into possibilities.
great words were put together
fashioning unforgettable thoughts
ideas. solve the world,
feed the hungry, succour the afflicted
find lasting love
with someone who understands.
that was once upon time
when youth invaded every corner
of life with depth of
time. now it has shrunk
crept away unnoticed into
the place of things forgotten.
reverie of age has become,
into this wandering mind-time
now the escape does
not require active initiation.
it flows without boundaries
between here, now, and then.
the shape has changed from
slightly tenuous but graspable
to muzzy melted cotton candy
clouds sweet but impossible
to construct. depth is lost
with the passage of time
the betrayer of all day dreams.
presently lay down,
surrounded by personnel myths
slowly, gently transmogrify
into whom you have always been.
STRUGGLES
WE AS A RACE HAVE HAD OUR STURGGLES AND TESTS
WE’VE COME OUT VICTORIOUS BUT NOT BECAUSE WE ARE THE BEST
IT IS THE LORD WHO SAW US THROUGH THE HARD TIMES
IT IS HE WHO GAVE US CONTROL OF OUR DESTINY IN DUE TIME.
OUR ANCESTORS WERE SOLD OUT BY MEMBERS OF THEIR RACE
SOUNDS FAMILIAR? EVERYDAY THIS TYPE OF THING TAKES PLACE
WE STRUGGLE ENOUGH TO GET AHEAD IN THE WORLD
BUT UNFORTUANTELY, WE HAVE OTHER AFRICAN-AMERICANS
BLOCKING OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS, OUR BOYS AND OUR GIRLS
SOME OF US TEND TO BLOCK OTHERS OF US FORM REACHING THEIR POTENTIAL
BUT MANY OF US HAVE GOD ON OUR SIDE AND OUR SUCCESS IS EXPONENTIAL
OUR FOREFATHERS HAVE BEEN THROUGH SLAVERY, BEING BEATEN AND POORLY CLOTHED,
HOUSED, AND FED.
SLAVE WOMEN WERE RAPED AND FAMILIES WERE TORN APART
BUT IN THE SOUTH, THERE WAS NOT A LOT SAID
IN 1863 SLAVERY WAS LEGALLY ABOLISHED, BUT THIS ACT WAS NEVER REALLY PUT TO
BED
SOME OF US, OUR PARENTS, AND GRANDPARENTS
FELL VICTIM TO THE LAW OF JIM CROW
WHEN THEY NEED HELP FORM EMERGENCY PERSONNEL
THEY HAD NOWHERE THEY COULD GO.
RACISM STILL EXIST AGAINST US, OTHERS OF COLOR, AND AGAINST OUR IVORY SISTERS
AND BROTHERS
RACISM EXISTS WITHIN THE RACE, WHEN SOME OF US THINK WE ARE SUPERIOR TO
OTHERS
THE LORD HAS BROUGHT THIS RACE THROUGH A LOT
UNLIKE OTHER RACES, WE NEVER SUBJECTED TO GENOCIDE
MANY OF US HAVE TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF OUR FREEDOMS AND BECOME SUCCESSFUL
WHILE OTHERS HAVE FALLEN BY THE WAYSIDE
IT IS WRONG FOR US TO BLAME WHITES OR ANYONE FOR THE SUFFERING OUR RACE WENT
THROUGH
WE SHOULD JUST BE THANKFUL THAT NOW WE HAVE A CHANCE TO GET TO
GOD ALMIGHTY, WE CAN PRAY TO HIM FOR ANYTHING AND ANYONE
AND HE CAN SAVE ANYONE REGARDLESS OF WHAT A PERSON HAS DONE.
WE SHOULD PRAY FOR THE WORLD AS WELL AS OUR FAMILIES AND THE COMMUNITY
BECAUSE WE NEVER KNOW WHEN WE NEED HELP FROM AN OUTSIDE ENTITY.
To the fighting men and women and to all military personnel,
I only want to wish for you safety and God keep you well.
We are proud of what you do and you are always in our thoughts and mind,
I am working on a weapon too that when you shoot someone with it they turn
from mean to kind.
My Mean To Kind (M.T.K.) weapon is nearly done.
I’m in a hurry so I can produce enough for everyone.
Just point my M.T.K. and zap them once or twice.
The more the zap the more the nice.
No more blood will either side ever let,
Maybe just an honest days worth of sweat.
How cool will that be to finally bury the grudge,
And sit down with your enemy over a hot chocolate sundae with fudge.
Instead of a hateful staring glare,
Just zap him once and end warfare.
Heck I may just zap myself again,
I’ll zap you too and you can be my friend.
Writing a poem today
with really nothing much to say
make it rhyme anyway
and with words I will play
Keep it short or long
give it lyrics of a song
Make it personnel or to all belong
maybe it will be liked by someone
Should my poem be sad or gay
should it lecture and persuade
or just be silly in it's way
Writing a poem today
Happy thoughts of jest
or torture soul of loneliness
Love is cruel or love is best
finding those words to express
Political point made shrewd
proclaiming a religious view
Or keep it tame and smooth
joyful with a tint of blue
Write it safe do not disturb
carefully select each word
Or damn it all the world's a turd
let it go with the absurd
Writing a poem today
with really nothing much to say
Will it come out anyway
Writing a poem today
Update
I am suddenly very sick with fever , freezing, burning up, headache, nausea
Truth in New Hampshire:
I spoke with 4 medical personnel today on phone.
They have no testing, only for medical personnel and severe cases in the hospital.
And. They have no treatment. They told me only to go to the hospital if I cannot breathe, for a ventilator.
They ordered me to stay home in quarantine away from all people and even medical personnel.
With all my underlying medical issues over the years, I have not had fevers, or anything like this. !
I will write when I can, but if I am not posting or answering, this is why.
Please be safe and take this seriously.
Thank you all
For Veterans Day and Myself
http://www.story-telling-around-the-world.com/Military-Memories.html
Mid-Month Monday Morning Military Men's Meeting
Would be great for personnel as way of greeting
Themselves and talk about each and every day
Of their successful past and price they had to pay.
Their Enlisted Term of Service (ETS) had expired
Veterans honorably left service or were retired
Entered civilian life after being further inspected
Are all back in society again and highly respected.
So to show what all of this may mean to each of us
Give them at least one day a month to discuss
And talk about old times now gone and by past
Which in those many minds will last and last.
Lives were full of thrills and much commotion
How about having a priest to do a daily devotion
Who is of sound mine, body and good health
A retired veteran himself with knowledge a wealth.
An 0900 meeting on 3d Monday of each month would
be a great idea like all of mine are. Am preparing this
poem today out of respect for those who put together
yesterday's great Veterans Recognition Day.
James Thomas Horn
Retire Veteran
no one has the saddle over the wild horse by the name fate
Jose as I had known him, had a life twisted by untamed forces
gifted and talented, we were the best of buddies, our lives flagged together
the terrain trans-formative, as we crested into our teens
Sundays were the days when our spirit were humbled
four boys at the alter, hands folded like the portrait of the Madonna
I knew him like the back of my hand, I heard he had a father
a father I had never seen since kinder
yet life moved on, we the sailors displayed our masts
hoping that the winds were channeling us, to a place our souls would please
THE TRANSITION
He woke up to a heard walk, he and his mum weren't playing a game of chase
yet life had him on checkmate
discovering the significance of the two sides of a quarter, you had to employ a plan B and yet keep your plan A on the cricket bat
he led a double life, keeping his closest friends behind the scenes
dropping out of high school was tradition in our hood,only that it marked
a reincarnation, from the faint- hearted Jose to a classical James Bond
FORECASTING
the night intruded by slight mourns from carnivores
lighting sparks and thunder shakes, a grant entry for comic villains
till gunshots, lasting long enough to wipe an army of a thousand
an ambush that "ceased"- captive, the lives of six teens short six times each
one of them a girl, recently dropped out, not even her mum knew where she cribbed
clinging to a heard earned home made short gun, which she innocently giggled like "the machineries" ,the title of a Holy Wood Action Flick
Jose briefly called to inform me of the slaughter, didn't mention he was part only that God had given him an avenue for self evaluation
IT'S DONE
I wasn't into the Chicky gossips, that flew fast than the dailies but this one caught my ears
she came, gasping for breath, thanks to her size she looked like a raged elephant
her gang of hooters awaited the bombshell, till her eyes pinned me
"your little friend is dead"...... I left
I left running to the church next to the sewer, there wasn't anyone but me
quickly pressing Jose's contacts, to the sound of server personnel
"the mobile subscriber cannot be reached"
His sister said to Johnny
“You’re going to go to war
The draft board called your number
They’ll be knocking on your door”
Johnny said “I don’t like marching
And I’ve never loved the sea
That only leaves one option
It’s the Army Air Corps for me”
So he dropped out of his college
And joined the Army Air Corps
He learned to be a pilot
And then he went to war
He was not a fighter pilot
He didn’t fly a jet
He piloted the transports
The biggest you could get
He was flying in the South Seas
When he met an Army nurse
Then something clicked inside him
It was love right from the first
They had to wait the war out
Till the Army nurse went home
They married in her hometown
Then the Air Corps made them roam
In October then of forty-six
They had themselves a daughter
In the Panama Canal Zone
Then he’s flying off over water
Then they lived in Puerto Rico
Where they had themselves a son
September then of forty-eight
They were proud of what they’d done
When they moved to Massachusetts
Johnny’s hometown state
He transferred to the Reserves
Still flying that airfreight
They had another daughter
January – Nineteen-fifty
They were settled into a quiet life
Till Korea got too shifty
Johnny said “I am a pilot
And I was born to fly
I’m going back to full time service
I belong up in the sky”
So he’s back up in his transports
In missions he did live
He said “I’ll do what I must do
And I’ll give all I can give”
In July of nineteen-fifty-one
Another daughter’s born
Then Johnny’s off and flying
His heartstrings all but torn
Then October of that same year
On a quiet home bound flight
Out among the Azores
His plane dropped out of sight
No activity in the area
No SOS last call
He said “I see the Azores”
That was it – that’s all
Despite a massive air search
The biggest one to date
Not a piece of plane or personnel
Nothing known yet of their fate
They searched the sea for weeks and weeks
The airwaves – this and that
He left behind a loving wife
Four kids, a dog, a cat.
Captain John Francis Dailey, Jr. USAF (1918-1951)
It was 60 years ago this October that we lost our Dad. We never really got to know him but miss him just the same.
Mdailey 10/15/11
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Dear Past, Present and My Dear Future
Wearing a coat
Or call it an anorak
Through the rain he takes his steps
And on the road he walks
A hat to cover his head
Like an armored personnel
He is dressed
Anodized from the loneliness in his pumping flesh
It beats even now
It used to beat then
With hopes for it to keep beating
Till his soul sees a dead end
He walks
Inside a shell he used to hide
But now he breaks it
And takes a step ahead
Humiliating his past
And
Silently announcing life’s rebirth
By his anodyne walk
He walks and walks
To the mountain up ahead
He stands at the foot and
Looks back at the far end
He then says with a
Smirk on his face
“Now it’s time”
And then breaks into a smile
Hoping for the best.
Before he walk
Any further ahead
He says to himself
“Dear past…. I will miss you
but its fare well…….
Dear present …do know
Its happiness if you think
And sorrow if you think
And
Oh Dearest future…
I know not what you bring
For me
But I hope your decision to be best
And I know I will do my best
A test you will take
Of my fate
My patience
My knowledge
And my ways…
But help me to choose right
And help me to correct
My dear past and change the fate I fear
No more of that I shall suffer
For I feel I am in good hands and hoping that’s true…”
He walks again up the mountain and by this the rain stops
No fear, not scared for he believes in a
Bright future and
So does the sun shine above…
By Manthra ©
Cowardly this loathsome fellow
In old west they’d call him yellow
I guess that was his biggest flaw
Jealous greater than Othello
He wanted more, the more he saw
Hauling around his gaping jaw
What’s to come of this man of greed
Lied until his scruples were raw
He stole from innocents in need
It would run green if he did bleed
So a deal with the devil struck
To warnings he refused to heed
After years of passing the buck
It seems this man ran out of luck
His broker dragged him down to hell
One more trade up a sleeve to pluck
Scamming incoming clientele
He found a job he could do well
Now he is Satan’s man in charge
Of telemarket personnel
A letter home never to arrive.
Dear Mom
I can"t as usual say much,
But I am good and feeling well.
We are on this crazy mission,
It involves the most strange of military personnel.
They are without doubt a strange and mad outfit,
But they wear the same combats,
We are supposed to keep them safe,
They go by the name The Tunnel Rats.
They go beneath the ground
Searching Charlie out.
Tunnels have been found
Where the enemy can almost walk about.
These guys really are quite mental,
Sometimes the tunnels collapse
Other times they don"t come back
We think because of traps.
Anyhow, I aint had to kill nobody yet
Though I have fired off my gun.
I kinda hope it was my volley
That made them critters run!
R and R is good
They fill us up with steaks
And I thank you for the lotion
It really helps my aches.
Hope big Sis is well
An the beauty parlour"'"s busy ,
I bet the fact there is no young men left
Is sending her in a tizzy!
Tell Paw my nerve is holding fine
An I hope I make him proud,
This War it will be won
I shout that out so loud!
The other day I spoke some words,
To a Tunnel Rat, man he made me think,
He said that when he was beneath the ground
He swore he could hear Charlie blink.
Well, what more can I say
Apart from I love you Mom,
I hope to hear from you soon
Your loving son
Tom.
Thomas Elliott was killed
In action November fifth
1969.
Whenever we get together as confreres in the religious order,
there’s so much to deal with burning issues and other concerns,
paucity of personnel links to inability of acquiring new missions;
indeed, a great need that our priority speaks for more vocations.
Like an investment in business where we cooperate with lay people,
our ministry articulates relationships with diverse cultures,
a key-word in evangelization walking with the poor people;
again, it’s what the role of the church echoes in today’s generation.
Across the length of time I’ve spent in the growing mission,
one particular item that always reminds me more than anything else;
live the lifestyle of poor people - aware of their limitations,
closeness and aspirations that someday they’ll get an answer.
God’s blessings are revealed in many dimensions and situations,
with strong faith in Him, along with patience and optimism;
one can move on and cope with hardly any complaint at all,
for he believes that God knows what’s best to every human situation.
It’s an endless stream of struggle, a continuing effort to better off the plan,
with individual’s cooperation geared towards the commonality of our vision;
that is to build God’s kingdom in our working relationship with people
where peace, love and justice would reign in every heart and soul.
Oh, after that engaging discussion, let’s share now the food that’s served on the table,
with all those good wines such as chateau haut gravet, montes alpha sauvignon,
pinot grigio, les ombelles, les glaneuses, les fondettes, les genets, vallee de loire,
made from good quality, with refreshing, toasty aroma, and weighty on the palate
their spirit keep us warm, aligned to glorious meaning that missionary life entails.
The city of New York wants to reduce the security guards at their agencies
Penny wise and pound foolish is what they’re coming to be
To try and save less than .05% in a budget that’s in the billions
To put a wrench in the safety and well-being of a city of 10 million
If’s there’re no security officers to watch over the DEP water sheds
What’s to stop terrorists from poisoning the water and thousands being dead?
If there’re no security officers at the DHS shelters
the situation could be dire
As you won’t have enough personnel on hand
to warn the clients when there’s a fire
If there’re no security officers at the Human Resources Administration sites
Who would be there to protect the workforce in the event of a fight?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes
to our children’s safety and well being
If there’s no one to adequately clean the schools
a major outbreak we might be seeing
Penny wise and pound foolish in regards to the City’s financial resource
Trying to save a few pennies while pounds of dollars
will be in litigation in the courts
If someone is hurt in a fall it’s the city they will sue
If someone dies in a fire it’s the city they will sue
If a worker is assaulted on the job it’s the city they will sue
So I ask New York City leaders, what are you going to do?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes to New Yorker’s safety
It’s time to stop all this nonsense and keep the school cleaners and security
They have their helmets on, and bodies heavily covered
as they walk slowly towards the crowd like armadillos.
Each one of the men in helmets know that it is their duty
to stop their friends, strangers, and countrymen
from getting a way through the palace gates.
Sweat drips on their skins, as they come closer
to the men and women who defend their rights to good living;
they are part of the crowd, but also part of the Law.
A fight ensues within them, tearing their conscience apart
like continental drift and tremors. Attempting to ignore the fight
in their minds, they yell their lungs out, as they run towards
their own people.
Bones and spirits break, as well as a sense of belonging.
The security personnel are treated as outcasts by the crowd,
who boo them with so much hate in their eyes;
a sense of democracy inherited from their fathers,
is cut short by people who only want to feed their families...