Best Recruitment Poems
Rising from the desert sand
was a shimmering mirage
of a thousand shouts
Heated winds of fanaticism,
intense and blowing violently loud
Shrill calls to blood prayer seethe,
breathing fiery invocations
of a perverted philosophy
Screaming death to the infidels —
a scarlet smeared mirror reflecting
black cloth covered savagery
Crimson prayers are the daubed untempered mortar
which cements the foundation of this shakily rising kingdom
Whet the glittering scimitar swung grisly:
Beheadings are the blade’s
propaganda recruitment shock TV
Desert crisis ... dreaded carrion claws of ISIS,
oasis mirage bathe the sociopaths in bloody bliss
Mutilated bodies floating upon the desert sea,
a raised dark flag boasts of a fleeting victory
Prideful utterances of unspeakable barbarity
Contemned caliphate mercurial rising ...
now descending quickly below the horizon
Crumbling desert kingdom,
butchery sow the seeds of your ruin
The sand castle rise to power was ever so brief,
a pirated religion kingdom soon to end suddenly
Taking hostage your own faith,
now the proselyte guards are
fleeing from the palace carnage
Crumbling desert kingdom,
butchery sow the seeds of your ruin
Innocent blood spilled in the sand
will be your caliphate’s undoing
Crumbling desert kingdom,
blood reap the harvest of your ruin
Let your prophets of terror and rage
shout a false sanctum call to prayer
Intoning not this one truth: God will surely repay!
A mere lad of fifteen years
Amid a life of bullying and tears,
I set out one day to end my fears,
I went to join the Engineers.
The recruitment centre I soon found,
The place that made me Army bound,
My medical check soon came around,
Of mind and body I was sound.
To Chepstow I went off one fine day,
My mind and thoughts in disarray,
No going back, I had seized the day,
In the Army I had chose to stay.
A camp in Wales was where I was sent,
I'd never heard of a place called Gwent,
I entered there full of wonderment,
I hoped that now I would be content.
Boys from all places, far and wide,
I was now part of that human tide,
I was not tough, at night I cried,
Somehow I knew here I would abide.
The life was hard, make no mistake,
But I knew the road that I did take,
My spirit, I knew, just wouldn't break
From a boy, they said a man they'd make.
The life I left was a bitter pill,
The life I chose was all uphill,
We spent our days just doing drill,
Each day to me was such a thrill.
Days filled with learning at my trade.
Electrician RE was to be my grade,
Educations foundation was also laid,
Into a Soldier Tradesman I was made.
They worked us hard so until when,
The boys we were, soon became men,
We were trained with rifle and with bren,
Fit to fight wherever and when.
From day one through trials and fears,
Our training was to last three years,
Then came the day of jubilant cheers,
Our badges said we were Engineers.
It was worth all the effort to me you see,
I knew that a Soldier I wanted to be,
The training had made me proud to be,
A Royal Engineer, A brother RE.
© Dave Timperley. R.E.
creation, inspiration, philosophy, spoken word,
INVENTIVENESS ©
Philosophical prophecies do go down---
But lose ground recruitment when congested….
And curtail some ‘guilds’ to inventiveness!
Guidelines ‘stagnate’, if borne not for quest beyond---
Who in the ‘know-how’ understates these new interpretations?
What, why, where, when ‘next is it to be said again and again?
And just ‘who’ is to invent the here and now, and the next?
Alluring juridical ‘redoes’ of various pantomimed brands---
Begets and do offer, for limited ‘life’ sake a' shelf' date...
Inspirational ‘rides’ on diversified musical ‘merry-go-rounds’!
Army Life
There’s no way out, if a sabot hits,
Your blown to smithereens; small burning
Bits: you think it’s fine, an end to life,
What about your kids, your wife?
They don’t tell you this at recruitment drives,
In the army only the enemy dies, but that’s not
True, here’s a tag; some return in a body bag
There’s boredom too, so be advised, you’ll spend the
Days, counting flies; and why d’you think they tell
Such lies? Best not say, they have their spies!
But it’s not all doom and gloom, a good start here,
sweeps life’s broom; laughs and spills and boozy
fun, temper life with a gun.
But eyes when joining must be open, not just for
Glamour, glory’s token; just remember why your’e
Here, bloody battle’s, no place for fear.
Question for candidates:
Assuming you preach what you most exegetically practice,
how has your campaign prioritized
carbon footprint reduction,
investment in ecosystemic cooperative policies and procedures,
disinvestment in Business As Usual competitive self-promotion,
in both economic
and political,
secular
and sacred,
natural body
and spiritual mind governance
strategies?
Permacultural candidate response:
We avoid compromising our present
to invest in our future;
and refuse to compromise our shared future wealth
by divesting of our present health sustaining values.
Win-Win economic planning
seeks to optimize our future
by optimizing love's seductive co-gravitating power
within our shared present;
co-redemptive mentor to co-loving mediation.
Campaign recruitment notice:
Only
Experienced
neurosystemic experiencers
experiencing trauma needed to apply here and now,
with here-now therapeutic intent.
Only
Known
enlightened knowers
knowing co-empowerment to be called
for mutually informative interviews.
Only
Danced
emotive dancers
dancing muses
to embrace permanent full-time co-redeener vocations.
Only sung
light singers
singing power
to become songs
sung by singers singing
beyond Earth's showers.
Only whole-open-systems
compassionately ecologizing economists' eco-normics
need cooperatively transact.
Only full-living capacity eco-political ecologists
eco-logosing
needed to continuously deepen revolutions
of love.
Only purposive purposers co-producing and consuming
meaningful healthy purpose
wanted by everyone wealthy everywhere
at all times
in all places
throughout all spaces
folding and unfolding and refolding time's streaming
sacred vulnerable
and transparent climax peaking places.
Wishing the time would stop
I got rhymers block
But I a shine a lot
Listening to mines & PAC
Music confused when my time will start
Influence by the recruitment oF Noah's finest ark
I'm grinding hard cover your thoughts I will blind the dark
No matter the size I'll guard
Any Goliath
Faith of a mustard Tell my enemies try it
Days I put my trust in thee kept my enemies quiet
You can't even crush my dreams
My beliefs or the book that I read
The Basic instructions before leaving earth
Help me functionally breathe
Thinking what's my worth I went to church & got baptized
They ask why cause My sins was long as satire
Sins without 1 repent is like a Benz with a flat tire
I vent and ask god to give me strength when I'm mad tired
Cause When you on the edge
You can't lower your head
Instead take a moment to pray
And say Jehovah show me the way
I lose focus some days
But I know that im chosen
I know that I'm golden
Martin had a dream that a new king would be so outspoken
I'm starting to see how real things go unnoticed
Cops kill us po kids
& the Judge closed both lips
Jury read the verdict
We furious he nervous
But the case is always innocent god what are we dealing with
They kill us black guys before we get a job and hit the dealership
Can't even drive on 95 without getting our feelings killed
They say Sky is the limit until the ceilings built
Keep your eye on the price and strive keep Fulfilling it
& If you fall try 2 climb that hill again
When you reach the top of the mountain
Teach everybody you surrounding
& that's how we make it out man
Dr king paved the way
& It's safe to say that we have to make a way today
Quit being afraid and let your bird leave it's cage
Do you know why the caged bird sing ?
Because in it's mind it's not afraid to let freedom ring
Children At Risk
children are at risk when they can
physically hold a gun
forced recruitment of guerrilla groups
is not unknown
and occurs mainly in the third world
some return home
with help of pulleys
and improvised shear legs
with difficulty are able to move
the fallen portion of their bodies
mutilated by mines
in the lost cities of African
South America
they were capable physically to hold a gun
now if opportunity
they can take a pencil and a paper
and go to school
to learn how to read and write
When I was a little girl
My grandfather had a tin
With a sailor smoking a cigarette on the lid
It was what he kept his medals in
He called them Pip, Squeak and Wilfred
And I asked him what they were
He said the nineteen fourteen star, the British war medal and the Victory medal
From World War One, but they're not rare
He told me his war memories
Could fill many a page
Then said he’d been recruited
Even though he was underage
He told me he’d had a shock
When on the internet he'd seen
That a quarter of a million young men had signed up
All under the age of eighteen
He said recruits had a medical
To make sure they were fit to fight
They must have a minimum chest size of thirty-four inches
And five feet three was the minimum height
He told me he’d heard something
That had really filled him with rage
That recruitment officers got two shillings and sixpence
If they turned a blind eye to someone under-age
He added that he and some old army friends
Used to spend hours chatting on a bench
Recalling a soldier they’d known
Too short to see over the edge of the trench
My granda had asked his friend, a fourteen year old recruit
What on earth he’d signed up for
He reluctantly replied he had clamoured
For the excitement of fighting in a war
He told them of my father’s brother
Who had been the first born son
Blown to pieces at fifteen
Recruited by passing for twenty-one
He didn't survive to get medals
His parents thought of him as brave
Many times since then
I have visited his grave
No remains are buried
Just a plaque that bears his name
A list of lives that were lost
No bodies left to claim
He also told them about the time
That my late Grandma spent
Visiting her beloved Alexander
As he lay in a fever tent
He had typhoid fever
And he managed to survive
The doctors and nurses told her
He was very lucky to be alive
My grandfather would tell war stories
That would chill you to the core
Tales of the atrocities
And casualties of war
Run Boy!
"Your country needs you!"
The recruitment poster claimed,
I listened to my fathers words;
"Run boy, and sign your name"
Like in my dreams I was a soldier
With a badge that bore the thistle,
We marched to the fife and drums
To a tune I would proudly whistle.
I was seventeen and a little naive,
They gave me a real gun to shoot,
A wooden box of silver bullets
And spit and polish for my boots.
I knew how to shine my buttons,
To eat beans out a rusty can,
And to kill time in the trenches
But not how to kill another man.
I learned how to load my rifle
And how to clean off the mud,
Prepared for the sweat and tears
But not for the sight of blood.
I stood beside my comrades,
Friends in a rain drenched hell,
One by one they stood so proud
And one by one they fell.
I was scared when the order came,
We were told to 'go over the top',
"Run boy, run boy, run boy!"
I kept running and couldn't stop.
I was told about the barbed wire,
And those flares that lit the sky,
But I could only remember home
And thinking I was going to die.
The bullet that had my name on
Whistled before it hit my head,
The same tune that kept me alive
I will sing now I am dead.
The fife and drums are now silent,
Tell Scotland that I was brave,
Tell my father I ran as far as I could
Away from my unmarked grave.
Your country needs you lads, let Lord Kitchener tell you more
Come forward, join the ranks and we’ll send you off to war
You’re fighting for salvation; you’ve got Jesus on your side
Remember that in battle; let the shepherd be your guide
Join up with your pals lads and march in time with pride
You’re Ulster Presbyterians, so, the lord with you abide
We’ll muster at the Shipyard so that everyone can see
Then continue to the Farmyards and the local Factory
You’re young, or even younger, than the army will allow
You look a little older since you smoke tobacco now
We’ll put you in a uniform and show you how to drill
We’ll teach you to be brave and then train you how to kill
Say goodbye to your family and prepare to sail away
You’ll fall in on the Western front and join the great affray
Although you may be seventeen, we’ve made you into men
Yet most of you will never see your mothers face again
Once I was an alien
because of family ties
Once I was a sailor man
Told recruitment lies
Now I am a veteran
with socialized security
A part time postal carrier
With attitude and purity
I subsidize my poverty
By working for myself
In sickness and in health
I am earthbound as an autumn leaf
Blazing colors oh so brief
Twisting madly in the sun
Looking back at what's begun
listing badly misting sadly
hit a reef and come to grief
Closed up again
Just lost a friend
Beyond the imposing and the high iron gate
The picturesque setting of the Oxford University
Situates the hedonistic oriented Bullingdon Club
Founded more than 200 years ago.
The socially exclusive students get the invitation
To join the Club as its elite members
Many of whom have attained prominence
And position of power in Britain’s political arena.
The ill-famed Club is known for
Its wealthy members and their notorious behavior
Partaking in the boisterous rituals such as
Vandalizing restaurants and students’ rooms.
The Club’s colors are sky blue and shining ivory
Seen on the tailcoats the members wear
For the annual dinner where the drunken revelers
Greet each other chanting “buller, buller, buller”.
The Club has survived the roller-coaster ride
Lurching between frequent recruitment crises
And nearly facing the shut down
But the buller has a way of bouncing back.
The distinctiveness of its haughty members
Reflected in their one-upmanship attitude
Took them to eminence along the tough tracks
The outside world is skeptic about their dubious traits.
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April 7, 2023
Contest : Bullingdon Boys
Spoinsored by : Joe Maverick
I’m opening a factory,
Recruitment starts today,
I’ll describe you the Person Spec.
Send me your resumee.
You have to have experience,
Of doing magic tricks,
And no exaggeration,
How you use your magic sticks,
For ours is a wand factory,
With each a special touch,
They’ll all work very well,
But don’t rely on them too much.
The manufacture’s easy bit,
The black with a white trim,
But putting magic into them’s
Not just done on a whim.
You have to have some power,
You can use and then pass on,
Cos we don’t offer refunds,
From the factory once they’re gone.
Each power is acceptable,
Working here, you’ll get fond,
You’ll make some lives get better,
As you make each magic wand.
And if they are misused at all,
Then each one we’ll retrieve,
And we will only employ those,
Who in them do believe!
Complete your application form,
Try hard to impress me,
You can use David Blaine or Merlin,
As your referee!
There is one stipulation,
That the wands can’t be used for,
They can’t be used for COVID,
Because Trump would claim the cure!
Comedians have a skill of cracking people's ribs:
Can you imagine, I went for Police recruitment. They ordered us to run 200 metres. I ran and took the first place, later to be arrested by Police and told me that I was running like a thief!
The teacher told me to solve the maths problem on the board. So I went up and erased the maths problem.... I solved the maths problem!
He regrets studying about Zinjathropus. That baboon has never helped him in any way!
The only time my Uncle hugged me was when power went off. He thought I was the maid!
Heartbreak is not friendship. I remember scratching somebody's head , in the bus thinking that's it's mine!
When I was young I used to think that there were people inside the radio singing!
The way I used to chase my sister's husbands when they were dating... Today, I even feel shy visiting them.
When I was young I used to think that twins are as a result of marrying a beautiful woman!
Looking this beautiful like a divorced woman who's trying to get the Ex husband attention and get him to regret!
You are too young to understand marriage issues. All you see is the structure of a lady. Wait until you grow up and marry!
When I was young, I used to fear snakes until it talked to someone in the garden of Eden. Now, I fear whom it talked to!
I was vibing to a latest song in my neighbour's car. Now, I was forced to contact the car dealer. Thanks to my neighbor for now am in for a loan car!
People are busy debating about the correct English phrase when the owners of the language have never bothered to speak our native languages!
Husband and wife are against each other's neck. This drama can't end like boxing. The ship can't have two captains so one has to be a follower!
What do you call a condition where a woman only becomes loving when her husband gets paid!
I remember when I went for interviews. They asked me, " tell us more about yourself". You know I explained until the next day!
When my brother was young, he thought education is the only key to success until when he graduated and found that they have changed the padlock!
I thought my boyfriend was ignoring my calls for 3 solid days. Only to discover that he was in police cells!
How Religions Come to Pass
By Franklin Price
2/24/2015
It's interesting how religions are made to come to pass
Whether from a fortune teller's cards crystal ball or looking glass
From the Bible or the Koran from Jesus Christ Mohammed too
All it takes is one believing then convincing more anew
Establishing a following who have feelings they belong
And soon there's not just one or two they've turned into a throng
The recruitment of the grasping ones lost and wondering
Searching for some happiness a song that they can sing
You are my brothers and my sisters and if you will follow me
What I believe will save your soul for all eternity
Will resolve unanswered questions of what life is all about
Will fill your life with happiness and resolve your every doubt
Many sources offer this say we are the only way
You will be lost forever if you don't come with us today
Some do this with kindness while others threaten harm
Either way the choice is yours so I'm raising this alarm
Mankind is both blessed and cursed with much intelligence
Magnetic leaders right or wrong try to lead us through the fence
Evaluate the options and before you make a choice
Think about your fellow man and think about his voice
You have the right to happiness all others have it too
Choose a belief that honors that for those others could be you
Teachings that use violence to prove the words they say
Makes no sense to me at all should not be in the world today
Religion's for the living what it should offer to us all
Should be comfort when we're down and a pick up when we fall
Consideration for all others and to help our fellow man
If we believe and honor that we're really doing all we can
Choose a belief that gives you comfort and others the right to choose
What you believe should be your choice for you to win or lose
Although you may believe them wrong if they don't choose your way
It is their choice as it was yours we'll see who's right our dying day