Best Project Poems
Son's science quest,
insect nest finds;
school's best project.
Saves in his room.
Wakes to doom when
with gloom, he cries.
Hundreds now crawl.
Every wall sports
hatched small mantes.
Two lovely brothers are no longer with us
They are playing their guitars in heaven
No longer can they travel and see the world
But their memory can live on forever
Jactor Project it is totally unique
Set up by their parents as a lasting tribute
Just place a ‘Warhammer’ figure where no other would seek
Anywhere in the world you think the boys may have enjoyed
Jacques and Torin loved to play music
So a musical location would be great
Or the highest place you can think of
As Torin enjoyed the heights
The idea of Jacctor is to hide these figures
Where no one will ever find them
Take a photo of the secret location
But let Jactor Project know where they are
Then they can be placed on a map of the world
We can then see Jactor on a world tour
The boys are no longer with us
But memories of them can live on forever
Please visit the Jactor Project Facebook Page
Get a figure and take it with you on holiday
It need not be an exotic location
But with your help
Their memory can live on forever
Get a figure from Sarah and Ray today
Send Jactor on a round the world holiday
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jactor-Project/378173279030533
2nd March 2015
The pieces fit together, one by one—
through trial and error- curves fit into curves.
Sometimes, a piece is placed that jars the rest,
so time is spent redoing what was done
to bring it to its former tidy state.
Though, out in view to work on each new day,
so many times the challenge seems too great,
and so, it's often pushed away from sight.
Still other times, each piece falls into place
renewing eager interest in the game.
And slow but sure, the shapes are interlocked,
revealing, bit by bit, the total scene.
And all that’s hoped before the colors fade-
the vision of my total life, complete;
the portrait of my finished dream- well done.
May 8, 2016
Contest: A Simple Pleasure
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Theme Chosen: Crossword Puzzle
be careful not to become
someone’s project of
compassion---
for there are those who
find a way to fill themselves
(the hole so deep & bleeding)
up by taking care of another
in such a manner that attachments
may form between
the project & the project
coordinator (PC)---
where there had not been a
hole, now one can be drilled
so as to make the two
co-dependent,
where the PC
needs the project to fulfill them
&
the project becomes
dependent on the agency of the
PC, forgetting themselves,
forgetting their own individuality in
the process &
if the project does not come to
fruition in exactly the way that
the PC sees fit,
they may throw a tantrum,
which minutes ago
did not seem possible,
because they had been looked up
to, they had been admired,
they had been thought to be
flawless?
wise?
capable of sustaining positive
change inevitably?
ahh, but they were only human
the whole time.
The crescent moons of the auburn sky
The acid rain clouds dance, purple, by
The air it stings as I respirate
A strange howling noise as the storms berate
This tempestuous land, a million clicks from home
My genes robust; Seventh Generation Clone
As I stand here longing for the ship's repair
To accelerate, under robot's care
For the time is short as the signal's down
Only two more sols. We MUST leave the ground
A hundred brothers and sisters too
We escaped our home as the lucky few
In our AI ships under proton power
Left in final days of the meteor shower
With just enough time to load species galore
Under Ark Project VII, just like Noah, once more.
With hope we can find an Eden like Earth
Only this time we'll treasure, for all she is worth
1.What is the problem/
2.Identify I.../
3.Why is the sea, bye.?./
4.Dress the n' rim!/
5.Address the problem./
6.When, where, how and why./
7.Live, sing, song, and die./
8.Three party crat dem./
9.So how does this weigh.?./
10.You're killing me./
11.Jurisdiction man!/
12.Gender such convey.../
13.So back to the Csea./
14.Admit the wrong, damn!!!
I'm really enjoying being part of Poetrysoup,
I feel like I belong in the community group.
I hope to share my poems when I can,
and this is all thanks to my poetry pal, Jan.
There may be times that you may not hear or see me,
and that's because I'm a busy little bee.
I'm also trying to write a couple of books,
I hope the process doesn't ruin my looks.
if you miss me, feel free to message me,
For I'll be away working on my destiny.
"Mr. Nelson, you are brought
before this very board
to answer for some variance
that cannot be ignored
your project shows completion
thirteen months ahead of time
the stakeholders are happy
and you haven’t spent a dime
normally this type of thing
is very well and good
but your forecast did not show this
as you must have known it should
this deviation shall be factored
in your pay review
the auditors have other things
that you must answer to
approval on requirements
approval on design
all seem to have gone missing
Nelson, have you lost your mind?
and what about the risk review
they’ll surely want to see
what made you think you could ignore
our methodology?
and so he spoke in his defense,
"well sir I must admit it.
it was a simple, harmless change.
we went ahead and did it".
THEORY
The truth is that we are the people of North America mixed by the blood that existed via the birth of a nation. We have no biblical presence as given. We are Social Theological Studies. No God was there for us. We became a government formed from earth. We are generations discovered. We are the blood matured and mutated from origin, immigration, and enslavement. We state our allegiance and our beliefs to a greater source. We are worshipers of The Unknown God. Although we may use the given epithet by the Hebrews, Jews, and Gentiles - Jehovah God Lord – this, to us, is the unknown God.
Physiology
1. A political-religious focus delivered through a Humanities model.
2. A socio-activist voice that will address the Humanities situation.
3. Social Theological Studies searches for a greater way that captivates the
mind and embellishes the soul.
Methodology
Through empirical research via a mixed method, Social Theological Studies will investigate our biblical presence as the formation of living via structure. Poetry and philosophy ethnography of ideals, beliefs, creeds, a family way (ethnomethodology), etc. will be composed through a multidisciplinary model, which involves and is a Humanities approach.
Philosophical Hypothesis
We did not evolve. We were discovered.
This is a casual model that represents two variables, which are discovery (to the creation of a nation) and evolution (our time of metaphorical evolution).
Holistic Perspective
As stated, we have no Biblical presence given. We are committed to this sense-datum of a nation (United States of America) origin and birth because…
Only through iniquitous content does a wrongful world exist or hold capacity. Thus, this hold true to a governess of a country.
Verisimilitude
The credibility and quality of this project are authentic in research via observation, interviews, case studies, etc. that semblance of truth refers to research findings that are consistent with occurrences in the ‘real world.’
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Written June 25, 2016!
I was rushing a project, due at 6,
With a messy top, I couldn’t resist
Arranging trays with photos of my man;
Such thick debris, a whole clean-up began.
A jar of expired tea spilled on my chest
Now, this made me shake off a lunch hour’s rest.
My hands pulled out scarves, lotion, and fake gems
From a drawer filled with old beauty items!
Then, I checked a pile of discs that was needed
Yet my eyes found notes, memos never read.
By 4 pm, job mates helped me wipe out
Heaps of litter, junk mail pouring like spouts.
Oh deadline came while I froze on page 1,
Knowing the boss would demand a rerun!
Sara Kendrick's Today I Accomplished
5/18/2015
Schmoozing and talking
A grouping of film type folk
In the crowd tonight.
She was the shrink
I was crazy
Depressed is the clinical name
All I wanted was a blood bath
With me as the victim
Perhaps a leap from a tall building (I’m afraid of heights)
Or a good old fashion hanging (keep with tradition)
Overdose (seems too easy)
Maybe the classic razor to the wrist (to cliché)
Gun shot to the head (to messy)
None of these would due
It needed to be creative.
I wanted to go out like Fred Astaire and Gene Kelley
Dancing madly backwards
In the rain, of all places for Christ sakes
And get run over by the A Train.
While Count Basie’s Orchestra is swinging its ass off
Or Sting is singing Roxanne.
It needs to be like a wedding, a celebration if you will
"Bon voyage Mr. Kilmer you’re off to the darkness
Send us a postcard if you can.
We understand, but if anyone can do it you would be the one!"
Then of course there’s the note…
How many people can you thank or make cry?
It would be like the Emmy’s where you get cut off by some crummy music
I mean sweet Jesus can’t a person just say a few words on his own behalf
And not have to deal with rules and regulations?
There is nothing in this world that is easy.
I can’t even die without a project manager and a caterer.
Seems like such a waste of time.
Maybe I’ll have my toenails painted instead.
He laid nest by his pillow near head...and woke 'neath a mantis bedspread!
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Contest: Funny One-Liner
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/11/2016
His School Project Is Due Tomorrow
By Elton Camp
At two-thirty, Agnes was sound asleep
Into her bedroom her son did creep
He gave her shoulder a firm shake
“Mom, I’ve made a huge mistake.”
“Tomorrow my school project is due
If it’s late, then my life is through.”
“I had forgotten it until just now.
You’ve got to help me somehow.”
“A diorama of Hoover Dam I need
So you’d better pour on some speed.”
If you want to build your very own paradise
Don`t worry
Heaven is only words
If you need a rainy day
Just look into the sky and you will see...
God is a Manager
Who rules the universe
And the angels
Oh, the angels,
They are just Human Resources
World is just a project
In His eyes
You don`t need to know more than this
Just follow your tasks
And everything will be just fine
Paradise is in your heart
And you will never know that
Love is the key to open the Gate
To another life...
You will be the Manager then
and your world will never be a paradise
because your project is full of tears
The world is such a beautiful project
And God is the Manager