Best Procurement Poems
SIXTY EIGHT
For years I’ve lived with being a soixante-huiter
Although my wardrobe’s more fastidious and neater
Those heady days are not beyond recall
The nights and days when we first did it all
But sober work and ethics have combined
To make a settled bed my truest mind
And catalogues and dictionaries my woe
To understand what happened long ago
Far flung days have their own allurement
But nothing beats the logic of procurement
And adventitious loves have gone the way
Of all youth, to say it’s had its day
I daren’t even call myself a woman sweeter -
Past perfect indiscretions tend to tweet her.
Categories:
procurement, adventure, education, emotions, giggle,
Form:
Sonnet
Pessimists call Maths, abyss of a subject,
A subject invented to detest their brains,
A subject of arithmetical errors,
Errors, that need a heap of stint to complete the puzzle.
But to the Poet, I call it,
A common mistakes subject,
Like the Romeo and Juliet miscalculation,
That can only be nursed,
Long live Shakespeare though.
And long live Mathematics.
What about some logic,
2+2 =4.
3+1=4.
4*1=4.
Now let's glimpse at change of a question,
-1+2-3+4+2=4,
Seems different queries,
But always, one solution, one focal point!
Folks let's not elude maths,
Because we need it,
In Finance, Procurement, Marketing, Information Technology and Accounting among
Long live Mathematics.
All Rights Reserved
T.m.T scripts
Categories:
procurement, confusion,
Form:
Light Verse
Young and Old: It is time to
wake up; Young America, there comes a moment in life were it is coherent
that the close eye's of supply and demand will offer a challenge that shall seperate the boy's
from the Man's. And to add to this remark, Women, whether you are white, black, red or what
ever choice that place's you in the catagory of demand. Your emotional fortitude alway will be
an issue, the supplie's of your womanhood, is that the challenge's of tomorrow supercedes
any challenge's of yester-year's because the cause's of determination are often misunder-
stood when both sexes's think they are above their nature and their attitude is to be conc-
ieve as "good". But, "It's not about You". Old, middleage or new, a generation of viper's it is
not about you, not about the clothe's you wear or the self proclaim existence of your supply
and demand. He spoke everything into its proper order of importence, now the evil beast
[satin] and the self centered thought's of people's, have the forces of impurity been given to
a society that's compel to do what they want too do. "Is that You".
Satin: has taken over the Churche's: God created life: Mankind in its procurement to out-do
the essence of God himself, have accepted an abonminable disrespect unto himself and who
are the one's that suffer: Our Churche's, as an uppity blandent society of worshipper's, that
knows no God, has allow itself that the place of worship has become a dend of permissive be-
haviour. "It's not about You". It's about God (Jehovah) the name of Emanuel speake's that he
is the Lord of everything. And the attitude of the peoples can not change one thing. With eye's
wide open and the spirit of love is resussited in generation upon generation recieving the
blessing of the Son; Young and Old, Shout-Out the cidditiness from your lungs. Accept and
believe. "He is the One".
Let the Bible speak's: Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeem with corruptible
1 Peter 1 18-19 thing's, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation recieved
by tradition from your fathers: But with the precious blood of
Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and spot:
Categories:
procurement, angst, depression, devotion, faithgod,
Form:
Narrative
Splendid women
Out of a dingy rearing
Obscure and silenced
The pain of desertion
A mean decision
Splendid women
Your life has progressed
A giant procurement
For your current enjoyment
A price is proclaimed
Splendid women
It’s been such a jaunt
More rush than of a joint
The gold of the giant
A vital ramble
Splendid women
Gaze at the portrait they gave you
Obnoxious and incensed
An enormous deception
Portrays a bogus depiction
Splendid women
I sense your sting
You gave your all
Till you’re left with nil
I recite your tale
For the realm to grasp
Categories:
procurement, abuse, angel, beautiful, blue,
Form:
Bio
I, henceforth, known as the respirer, do
solemnly swear hereafter, to take you in,
in sufficient quantities to ensure
continuation of the flesh's animation.
I additionally, do accede my heretofore,
essential need of your estimable service,
and express my desire to continue our
mutually beneficial, ok, parasitic, relationship
Being, as you are, substantive to well-being,
I wish to publicly, and, without reservation,
acknowledge, my sincere admiration for your
valuable and well known qualities
By any and all conveyances available to stated
respirer, procurement of your services is
to be distributed to every cell of said being
equitably and on an as needed basis until
such time as service is no longer necessitated
I, the aforementioned respirer, do in earnest,
testify to my intent and necessity for
a continual contractual relationship, with you
In short, you breathe life into mine
© Goode Guy 2013-04-26
Categories:
procurement, desire, health, humor, life,
Form:
Narrative
I WILL pound for you
with my arms
filled to the brim
with the strength of Africa.
With my breath,
pure like the crystal sky,
in its unperturbed hour,
I will pound.
I will pound for you.
I will trek the pot-filled path of Akoko
down to Ikare
in search of a pestle.
I will traverse the thickest forest
like OgbojuOde
down to Ekiti
in a quest for the procurement of a mortar.
I will pound for you.
Three seasons, I'll work and watch,
with sweat and sweet mind,
the tubers breed the yams.
Three times, I'll keep you at the edge of the seat
with rhythm of the pestle and mortar
as they press the yams in heartless manner
and fill your belly to its protrusion like Olori-aya.
Categories:
procurement, art,
Form:
Lyric
Edwardo Badia
1856-1914
That low bred confidence man!
That snooking swindler who took me for a fool.
“Hey Gregg, you thief!
You owe me still, even as I rot here,
Regrettably ensconced inside this bursting old boneyard,
Final resting grounds of a thousand parted pilgrims,
No doubt suffering in claustrophobic hell,
Like this old besotted soul,
Decades and repeating weeks of years,
After Mister White planted me in this dusty earth,
Next to the famished broad oak over here,
A few yards from the stone crosses of the Luetweilers,
Buried and cushioned in the wrong grave,
Stuffed inside the tomb of a swindled corpse!
Sir, we shook hands on that deal!
I was to be transferred to Whittier Heights,
My new spacious home for these dusty old bones,
In exchange for the procurement of land there,
Burial land with pleasant vistas, green grass, and
“Eternally sweeping views of the Pacific,”
Fitting views indeed, for my sweet wife and loving mother;
And although my family was ceremoniously exhumed,
And taxied there by a duo of horses and a trio of men,
Sir, you forgot me here, forlorn and alone,
And still in this detested grave!
How could you knowingly leave me here,
Separated and apart from my sweet wife,
And my loving mother?
Sir, I demand a refund!
Categories:
procurement, death,
Form:
Epitaph
the mad doctored relationship of a child of trust
is seen in the I's (eyes) of a parental giver
these words are spoken by the maternally dead
and will haunt the crying caregiver till she is swollen and rotting
come away with me sun
for my eyes see needles
with liquid fill carriages riding from
the outside door ways
and to be fill not inside of the room of Patience (patients)
POISON! I am screaming
he will not here me
the mob of words are safe and soft
he will not here (hear) me
but he knows or cares not of the danger
of many in white coats
who dislike our being and see no souls in our skins
i have lost and found my eyes
seeing the nurse playing with the autoclave
knowing she knows not of my medical training
of Procurement of do's and don'ts
and now, knows
why the mad bird sings
she sings, for only, her own soul will here her crying
in a Gothika state of mind...
(Gothika (film quote)
Chloe: You have no idea how it feels not to be trusted.
Miranda: You've got to trust me too, Chloe
Chloe: You can't trust someone who thinks you're crazy.
Categories:
procurement, black african american, caregiving,
Form:
Chapter 5
They both sat in stunned silence with tears falling down
The boy entered, saw them, and hightailed it.
For a life time it seemed the two women just hugged
Till the boy’s mother sobbed, “Ah, she’s gone then.”
And as Neethu began to tell her of the loss
Her email then to me shared what happened...
___________________________________
It was on a vacation in northern Kashmir
In a five star hotel where they’d settled.
It was close to their bedtime when telephone rang
It was Neethu who happened to answer.
A strange man’s angry voice then demanded her dad, (2)
And she handed the phone to her father,
The whole family frightened, her father’s face pale,
The man’s angry words gutted their evening.
“Well I am on vacation, don’t know where they’re stored,
And the codes that you need aren’t my purview.”
When the phone call was over he said, “We should leave.”
Though he acted like matters were handled.
Their vacation cut short, though the hour was late
They just packed up their car and departed.
“It’s OK,” said her dad, “I just need to get back.”
And on dark mountain roads they drove homeward.
As kids sung in the back seat the Army truck struck
Such a sound and then suddenly quiet.
“Kids you’ve got to get out for our car is on fire,”
And somehow her mom wrenched back door open
And she felt her mom lifting and pushing her out
As she fell into time even blacker.
July 14, 2016
Brian Johnston
Poet's Notes:
(2) If Neethu really lived and her story is true, she told me that her father was
a high military official in the Indian Army and that her father was basically in
charge of weapon procurement for the Indian Army! She believed that the man
on the phone, presumably her father's superior, ordered the assassination of
her father and his family, as a consequence of this one phone call.
Postscript:
This work is not yet finished. There is much more to be shared about Neethu's
life and the great affection I still feel for her in my heart!
Categories:
procurement, death, friendship, life, love,
Form:
Verse
milk and honey sincerity
the procurement of a proper smile
many lifetimes in the making
the realization of promise made long ago
four walls listened
rain remnants glistened
blues sitting solid still
iridescence achieved
incandescent snowflake happiness
effervescent blissfulness achieved
the joy of spectacular specialness rehabilitating to calmness
Prayers Answered In God's Time....
Categories:
procurement, beautiful, blessing, god, thank
Form:
Free verse
Oh, what is this thing called love?
It's a concept I don't understand.
Delight that occurs at first sight?
Or can it be carefully planned?
Is it something that lasts for all time,
or will it run into the sand?
Would Priapus profit from praise,
or should he be promptly trepanned?
Is love as elusive as luck,
or can it be had on demand?
A candle that burns all alone,
or a flame to be furiously fanned?
Is love like a light in the soul,
that will last and endure and withstand?
Is it not just a chemical shot,
just a spurt or a squirt from a gland?
Does this love thing ennoble us all,
or should it be totally banned?
A danger to all it ensnares,
or something incurably bland?
A bonus and boon for mankind,
that ought to be loose in the land,
or a danger deserving restraint,
to be chained and detained on remand?
Oh, what's this enigma named love?
Allurement? Procurement? Command?
Will it harm me, or charm me, I ask:
should I fake it, or take it in hand?
Categories:
procurement, humorous,
Form:
Quatrain
Vehemence has ignited the heat
and slowly I burn
for I cannot walk away
but still here I run
inside an imaginary procurement
chasing the sunlights
and the darkness in the coals
searching deep past those diamonds
flakes freckling your fears
an obsidian laden of mistrust
cutting off the edge of my crusade
it is not victory that gains happiness
where an euphoric whisper's detained
but the merging of chemistries
in a revolutionary poetic traverse
promises soon postulate adaptation
gazing across a knoted floor
fire reaches up as if from the Loins of Leah
not wanting to waste suffering anymore
Categories:
procurement, identity,
Form:
Free verse
Word-Worker
Thee procurement and collection
Of this smattering of letters
No matter your predilection
For future employment of type setters
To criss and cross all the tees and eyes
Paying close attention to the prose
Transcribing thine inner reflections width and lengthwise
In all subsequent rows
By paying out the aforementioned
It may be held in contention
That without future authorship; I would be un-pensioned.
16NOV20
Categories:
procurement, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
The world fell apart for a little while
Just that while perhaps is all it takes
In a world where there isn't a know how
It becomes a world of lies, deceits and fakes
The many roles given to play
The many times when to deceive is an accomplishment
Foxy and sly, simply another way
To simply be heard, perhaps an ultimate procurement
Truth hurts... seem so true
Lying to ourselves how life is good
Living carefully for death's due
Funny how life never should
We all communicate through technologies
Interpreting what messages don't always represent
Angered in our very own bounded theories
When through even ourselves we don't consent
I tried seeing the world for a while
Truth and lies, solution and deception, reals and fakes
In a world where there isn't a know how
That change in that while is perhaps all it takes
Categories:
procurement, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The gray bearded wizard in its night blue cloak,
two ravens and a wolf are his recognition flock.
He has the ability to shape shift from the dead,
into animals speaking the language of same is said.
In midwinter nights he is leading a furious host called Wotan,
occupying ritual haunted burial cemeteries of man.
Legends proclaiming Odin’s procurement and decision.
giving his eyes to the underworld to gain mystical vision.
Laying with giantess and guarding the mead of inspiration,
teaching them the runes rock interpretation.
He paradoxical sacrifices himself suspended in a tree,
grasping from its roots transcendent secrets to see.
The seeds of the world tree itself crystallized,
giving those revelation when health is devitalized.
Wondrous feats of magic from the seat of the chanter,
divinations and prophesies by the runes enchanter.
The runic lore considered as sturdy essence,
pervading the field of divine consciousness .
The invisible soul of the world and its spirit breath,
the deep azure of infinite space and no death.
Embodying prana extended psyche,
divine madness by which magic is the high key.
Odin’s mind in humanity with godly revelation,
bringing fort the wisdom from Woden’s Wain constellation.
The hooded lord and animal whisperer of good right,
mighty Odin reveals the transcendent second sight.
Whisper secrets rune stone tell and knowledge to desire,
timeless runic myths through eternal ice and fire.
Categories:
procurement, 12th grade, perspective, philosophy,
Form:
Ballade