Best Remuneration Poems
I have come to the point of decision
And I have decided in favour of love
Wisdom is not solely measured by experience
But more by capacity for it
I have glimpsed deep into history
I have sieved through its successes
...for the soundest advice I could find
Most profound I have received from the greatest achievers in its archives
I am a Student of Life
I am a Wordsmith of Optimism
And I am a Mason of the Castles of Dreams
This Trinity of Purpose for me goes hand in hand, side by side
Each benefits the other
Issue is, they set me apart from the others
Here I am, young when I should be intoxicated with the fads of modernity
Fortified with skills that are eager to pay the ordinary wages
But nay, I am not to be beleaguered
I focus ahead to perceive the greater rewards at the summation of days
For I place most value on the greatest wealth: WISDOM and HAPPINESS
I have come to the point of decision
And I have decided in favour of love
I choose to commit my heart entirely
To the work I love best
For it is this calling that shall liberate the sanctity of my humanity
The world I dwell in fathoms not a shred of my quest
For it views life through the lenses of reality
True as it may be that my work suffices not to endow me
...with common currency in these economic times
The rationale of my perception discerns far beyond this temporary mist
Let them roar their throats in laughter at my perceived stupidity
But it is their children and their children’s children that shall benefit most
...From this shelter of thoughts and dreams that for them I build
I expect no immediate remuneration for my onerous undertaking
For I rationalize it as a selfless gift to humanity
Hence I shall tap deep within to give all can give
I am determined to build this Shelter of Thoughts and Dreams
I have the basic skills hence I commit my willingness and ingenuity
The Good Gods shall present the mortar and bricks
The fear of failure has been permanently exiled from boarding my being
As my eyes are fixated on the prize
I am ready to pay the price
Gustav Klimt adored for his murals and paintings
Turned life in poverty into art of awesome glory
Pioneering erotic paintings depicting female body
Moving boldly to shape pages of his artistic story.
Honored for murals painted in famous public places
Klimt became renowned at relatively young age,
Soon changing course of his creative endeavors
Crossing boundaries of norm to launch a new phase.
Paintings like Philosophy, Medicine, Jurisprudence
Quickly became symbolic of his early innovation,
Yet, he was shunned due to misplaced objections,
His trio was later destroyed by ignorant generation.
Moving boldly to declare freedom of expression
Painting Nuda Veritas to foretell his intentions
Achieving critical acclaim using gold in his portraits,
The Kiss raised his profile to yet higher dimension.
Exotic naked women became hallmark of his art,
Depicting Girlfriends in colors of nude confluence,
Drawing Adele Bloch-Bauer I as an elegant woman
Wrapped in a golden gown of rich Asian influence.
So many paintings became renowned masterpieces
As Death and Life won first prize in world exhibition
And Adele Bloch-Bauer sold for huge remuneration
Rejoicing art lovers who seek to own his creations.
The Apple Tree I, Birch Forest, Litzlberg am Attersee,
Adorned with nature, joining ranks of so many more,
Upon Klimt's death became tremendously valuable
As admirers of his art continue to cherish and adore.
November 28, 2017
Klimt
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
A rhyming thank you written in verse
To the wonderful women and men who work as a nurse
They do so much more than just first aid
Considering their responsibility they should be better paid
They assist in the process of creation
They are even responsible for drug calculation
In crisis situations they aid in evacuation
Nurses need to be treated better across the whole nation
They are faced with the challenge of an ageing population
They work overseas and help the poor
For those incapacitated they come to the door
They are on the front line during times of war
They have a duty of care legislated by law
On a daily basis they are faced with death
They are with a patient for their last breath
They work long hours without adequate pay
They face trauma and grief day by day
They have to work at a rapid pace
Often having to rush from place to place
Due to cutbacks they are often short of staff
In some areas staffing is less than half
Our healthcare system is in a state of demise
C’mon you politicians give nurses a pay rise
They deal with patients who are disorderly or wild
They provide comfort to parents of a child
They encounter various problems with people’s health
They don’t discriminate the poor or those with wealth
They assist in the prevention or destruction of disease
They are expected by some to do this with ease
They are ordinary people doing extraordinary acts
Don’t question them unless you know all of the facts
They deal with issues that cause stress
They treat patients who are in distress
They deal with patients who want to fight
They deal with patients who sometimes bite
They help patients who are deaf or without sight
They work seven days a week both day and night
They assist a patient who has lost their mind
Their mannerisms are generally pleasant and kind
Only recently have they been given reasonable superannuation
The government must do more and increase remuneration
They are highly educated, instructed and trained
When facing trauma their uniforms can get blood stained
They deal with cuts, abrasions and breaks
Constantly they have to avoid making mistakes
Nurses without a doubt do a wonderful job
They are the blood supply that keeps our hearts a throb
I am so proud that I have a sister who is a nurse
To you my sister and your peers I give you this verse
CHRISTMASTIDE
During the Holiday Season, the spirit is felt by all.
We sing our Christmas carols for the spirit to flow.
Yet, the New Year is upon us with many issues in toil.
We set aside these worries to inform the soul.
That Jesus Christ Lord is the Messiah born.
He came for our salvation and for our existence to live on.
Therefore, let us embrace the knowledge reflectively with yuletide carols and song
To shout hallelujah this is the day Baby Jesus was born.
The festivities and laughter heard by all brings family together during this season.
Friends come over to express their joy about the life of Jesus to the universe.
Philosophical tenets are done and New Year resolutions form
To situated life with God for greater rewards and to problem-solve via a greater source.
He came for our salvation and for our existence to henceforward.
He is the Messiah born.
So let’s ruminate in wisdom and knowledge given through voice
To shout hallelujah this is the day Jesus Christ Lord was born.
Christmastide is epiphany –
A moment that can bring forth new understanding.
Essential to nature fulfillment of oneself within an intuitive grasp of intuition
Surmises the intellect to a deeper contentment.
Hitherto, the New Year issues in toil.
All worries are set aside to adore the birth of the Messiah, Jesus Christ Lord.
In yuletide and song, as we shout hallelujah within the universe for the
Remuneration scribed that Jesus Christ Lord is the Messiah.
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Written 12/25/2015!
Keep me in the midst of my peers-
Far from the weeds hated.
We are brothers they say-
And there I shall reside.
Lower me deep though,
Far from their reach.
A root of no trace-
I will grow to be.
One eye out and one in-
Is my guard of safety.
To grow in strength-
For them to wane.
I'm not a fam of theirs,
To fear for their end.
Their space I must enlarge in-
Spread my tent far to their doors.
Their crops I will possess-
Enrich my branch with their drinks.
When they knock for remuneration,
Crumps for their silence I rain.
Wet their floors with sweat,
Scatter the leaves that grow wings.
Burrow the grounds they root in
And cut their shoots to never rise again.
A long, lost dream lay dormant for many years
Beneath a constant sea of delays and indecision
Stuck in a routine so unappealing to my spirit
Hours spent in self indulgence became the norm of each day
It did promote team spirit however, did nothing for my famished soul
At break of dawn, the alarm clock would sound,
Anger stirred deep in my soul; hindering my commune with God
Then along came Holy Matrimony, or so I thought it was
Graciously, light revealed the cobwebs that draped my life
It was then, at that crossroad where clarity and strength revived
My inspiration, one consolation, an angel sent from above
In defining ways, she would teach me what it means to truly love
With no expectations, no remuneration, observing in awe and pure joy
It was no accident that I found my lost dream in yesterday’s ruins
These gentle hands are blessed to heal, love and give care
Lips combine
To say,“Amma”, the Mother Divine.
Amma – the sweetest word the first alphabet can provide
And the tongue safely rests inside!
Amma
Is sweet ambrosia.
O! she sees!
And my sorrows cease.
Her face
Reveals the divinest grace.
Her touches rinse
All my brutal sins.
O! she kisses and embraces!
I’m changed, I confess.
Then, she whispered something in my ear
It was so soft that my heart alone could hear!
It is a lesson
No father cares to teach his son.
It is a skill
A master is yet to teach his pupil.
It is an art
No educational system is fit to impart.
It is a position
That demands no university qualification.
It is an opportunity
That is never going to be easy.
It is a vocation
Where none can decide the remuneration.
It is a quality
Even the wise men envy.
It is a legacy
That no forefather has passed to his progeny.
It is a wealth
That is not owned by stealth.
It is a treasure
Beyond measure.
It is a fortune
That dances not with the rich man’s tune.
It is so priceless
That any price assigned makes its value less.
It is a noble virtue
Practised by very few.
It is a burden
For the weak-minded men.
It is a wish
Even the greatest yogins are yet to accomplish.
It is a want
A pleased God is yet to grant.
It is so human
That no Gods can attain but men!
It is as easy as easy can be!
It is as hard as hard can be!
Now let me reveal
The words Amma made me feel
What she beautifully said
What my heart at once responded
Was composed of only a few words, not many!
Ah! it was a new Vedic hymn to me.
She only said: “Serve mankind
With a selfless mind”.
Ever wonder what happens to suggestions
Dropped in your employers’ slotted box?
They are extracted and read with questions
Seldom answered is somewhat orthodox,
Proposals by the great, “unwashed” masses
Of underlings seeking more remuneration,
Gutsy enough to speak, these lower classes,
Indeed, to want a scheduled, paid vacation!
Imagine a thirty-minute lunch break, I laugh,
Extending the law-provided ten-minute take
Or double pay for overtime? Surely, they jest
For all the silly complaints they love to make.
More work, I say!--simply what you do best
With my feet on my desk, I’m taking a rest!
Written August 9, 2022
The realms of resurrection buried,
Excavating bloody beliefs of slavery,
Decimating riots in a blink,
Rejuvenating imagery primed energy.
Shrillness of voice overpowering the silence,
Tears bursting eyes insane,
Holiness captured and tortured,
Bodies are in colossal pain.
Daemons dancing in chaos of secularity,
Dungeons blasted by uncanny clout,
A shrine struggling to rise above the regime,
Insisting to conquer sacredness stout.
Freeness exhilarating inside obscurity,
Comatose creatures are honing existence
Yet a miniature annoying death,
Courageously battling with paranormal stance.
Enacting with mischievous precedent,
Shielding the human race from “The ultimate”,
Slaughtering designed platform for resurrection,
It’s time to dance the dance of Devastation to elevate
The architect of this lighteous hope is a “Child”,
A child who preserves the invasion of Godly surmise,
The Power of thousand stars unite to exterminate,
Rest in Peace “Darkness” in scintillating demise.
Spiky mind crafted Absolute revolution,
Where noises will be concealed inside silence,
A sun will rise from west signalling Victory,
Lords Dance of Destruction will certify the resurgence
This child will craft a world of peace,
Mists and shams destroyed in remuneration of brighter sky,
Darkness will deliver the light,
Entire universe will be enlightened with “Child’s Deify”
That Sacred – Powerful – Courageous child destine,
To end pain, darkness, daemons and rise as divine.
. Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of
shopping for gifts for people that already have everything, I find myself remembering that
Christmas of 1954.
Dad had joined the army that year and we moved from the East Coast of Canada
to Ontario, leaving behind our extended family and the only home I had ever know in a small
fishing village along the Bay of Fundy.
Now we stood gazing in horror at the rows of ugly buildings sitting on barren land
in the middle of nowhere. This was the housing provided by the army and was a major part
of the wage agreement.
My mother was inconsolable until dad rented us a small apartment over a Chinese
restaurant in downtown Barrie. There was no remuneration by the army for forfeiting the
housing, so it left dad with a very small pay-check
Pay day was once a month and we usually ran out of money in the last week, so,
off we would go to the pawn shop with dad’s prized possession; his short-wave radio, won for
superior marksmanship.
Being kids, we finally adjusted to our new world as we watched the Santa Claus
Parade march below our living room window amid the honking horns, blaring bands and
throngs of people lined along the streets as far as the eye could see as we laughed with glee.
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We had seen them on our way to school in the window of the bicycle shop;
gleaming with chrome spokes and handlebars and hand grips adorned with multi-colored
streamers. There I would stand until my feet grew numb from the cold, daydreaming of
riding back to the East Coast. I could actually see the sun glistening on the waves as I raced
along the ocean on the way to grandma’s house. More than once I had to stay after school
for being late.
My brother thought maybe if we were really good, Santa would bring those
bicycles to us. I being the older and therefore the wiser, knew the state of the real Santa’s
affairs and promptly convinced my brother I had heard from a reliable source Santa had a
shortage of bicycles this year and we would just have to earn the money and buy them
ourselves.
Continued in part 2....
Blaring klaxons rouse the weary
Fumble for steaming mug of pain
Stiletto sunrise, eyes bleary
Sandman’s Valium starts to drain
Resplendent youth line up for inculcation
Foreheads kissed, lunchboxes brimming
Then practiced subroutines of remuneration
Contentious jockeying, sinking/swimming
A million convocations for stricken minds
Urgent catharsis, and perhaps, listening
Long awaited liaisons, pairs entwined
Pheromonal interweaving, skin glistening
Round beer babies nursing towards sleep
Gluttonous eyes devour psychedelic flashes
Daydreams of love, wide and deep
Half-empty bottles, faint taste of ashes
3/7/16
To God I made a promise
That I would clean and polish my act.
No more Doubting Thomas;
I'll become His faithful acrobat.
Dance on the head of a pin;
Dodge the diamond bullet temptation
If He'll wash away my sins,
And ask for no remuneration.
And to Saint Peter I vowed
That, if he'd throw open the gate,
I'll be humbled, not so proud
Stop dancing in circles, and just walk straight.
I'll take the time to confess
The wickedness etched into my face.
I'll tell the truth, more or less;
Sometimes lies are told with better grace.
I am making a compact
With every Archangel above,
That I will treat them as fact,
As long as they promise not to judge.
A covenant, just in case,
To absolve all the deeds I have done;
The mistakes time will erase,
And the misdeeds that are yet to come.
The bright light, plentiful mirrors
seemed more numerous here.
Miriam wondered whether music lessons
were part of her remuneration.
She thought of people,
the very first time she had played a duet-
a little running melody.. her own
part, a page of minims.
She heard nothing but her hard
loud minims to the end.
Someone said she had a nice firm touch
The piano should always remember the blue remark-
the piano had been unrecognizable,
she had learnt her pieces by heart
..alternately the notes, almost soundlessly.
At musicale evenings,
as winter had sung afresh the effects
she could not discover
the secret of the notes.
Suzanne Delaney
Found Poem
from Pointed Roofs
by Dorothy Miller Richardson
Bar none, no shortage of soap shampoo, nor detergent
Courtesy food pantries
Saint Eleanor's Saint Mary's,
Our Daily Bread,
the missus and yours truly (her spouse)
well stocked with good n plenti of
soap, shampoo and detergent.
Spongebob squarepants
would be in seventh heaven,
where sudsy clouds (resembling
Mister Krabs, Plankton,
Sandy Cheeks, Squidward, et cetera),
would drift across celestial vault.
Gratitude bequeathed to prophets of virtue
benevolent good samaritans
who trend righteous true
to the calling of helping hands who renew
faith (mine) in goodness of humanity
assisting not only yours truly
and the missus, but people
from South American country named Peru
or even indigenous tribes
accorded recognition comprising
population of inhabitants occupying New
Zealand, offered reparations
under the Treaty of Waitangi,
a process of reparation allowed
Maori to be fully recognized
at political level in lieu
of unfair practices inflicted upon
original occupant loosely similar
to descendents of long lost tribes of Israel,
endowed with (pure tin) pride
wishing I too could call myself proud Jew,
nevertheless attraction manifests destiny
(mine) someday to learn Hebrew.
Courtesy atheism more so Unitarianism,
I need not adopt
an explicit dogmatic, fanatic, humanistic...,
lunatic, narcissistic, puritanic... paradigm,
but only tout poetic justice (mine)
to recognize laudable traits
linkedin to orthodox faiths,
albeit rationalistic rubric
that caters to selflessness
for no other reason
than allowing, enabling, and promoting
random acts of kindness
without any forthcoming great expectation
downplaying remuneration,
no matter destitution begot mein kampf
hard times living within bleak house
slight hyperbolic exaggeration
poor as a cheesy church mouse poet.
Lemme coast to a fitting conclusion
bringing reasonable rhyming blather
originating courtesy me noggin,
within which wool doth gather
thus I a halt and
dial down philosophical lather,
cuz most likely
ye dear reader would rather
experience palmolive oil slather
preparatory to full body massage.
I readily admit that at composing poetry I'm a rookie.
I've yet to be invited by a firm to publish for me a "bookie!"
Flattering friends tell me that I'm a budding Robert Frost.
Ha! That I'll believe when my name on a cover is embossed!
I've sent poems to so-called experts - they claim they are smitten!
Oft they gush, "My boy, that's the greatest poem ever written!"
But do they offer for my chef d'oeuvre any remuneration?
No! For inclusion in THEIR book I must pay THEM compensation!
"Win thousands of dollars in prizes!" the journals proclaim!
"Enter our contest and you'll garner world-wide acclaim!
You have a genius for expressing your thoughts!" they often say.
I've yet to see my poems even published as "Poem of the Day!"
"You're invited to our convention to read your poem!" they gush!
"The spotlight is on you - over the audience falls a hush!"
Is it worth paying two-thousand bucks for a tad of fleeting fame?
I think not - please include me out of your nefarious game!
I'll wager Poe, Guest, Burns, Keats or even Ogden Nash,
Didn't have to go thro' such inane folderol to make a smash!
They can keep their anthologies, I'll not perpetuate their scams.
I'll just keep composing for kith and kin my very humble gems!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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