Best Rules Of Engagement Poems
To Work In A Hospice Just Be There and Care.
Bring yourself, It's all that you have and it's real,
Everyone needs to be understood and to feel.
Treat others in the way you want to be,
Hear what's unspoken, listen for the key.
Encourage folk to say what they need,
Remember your limits , try not to exceed.
Every time you give, someone receives.
Allow yourself feelings, You are not perfect,
Never share outside except with the staff elect,
Dying is a lonely journey, let your care be your gift.
Care and love, let yours show,
Anxieties of your own, just let the staff know.
Recall happy memories, folk like that a lot,
Empathy's good but sympathy's not.
A way to remember the rules of engagement in The Hospice.
© Dave Timperley. October 30th 2014
The rules of engagement are
etched out in time
The fog's holding sway as the
sun tries to shine
Through a blanketing smokey
enveloping shroud
Outmanuevering all access to
sunshine and clouds
The swells on the water in
cadence appear
In accordance with luna and
the time of the year
Drawn skyward they swell as
they rush to the shore
To crest, foam and crash with
a frothy white roar
The sun punches through in a
white shining ball
To the sound of a single
unseen seagull's call
The sand, sky, and ocean all
lack clear distinction
Reality fades to a blurred case
of fiction
I was walking in the wind looking to the sky,
Seeing all that’s before me and wondering why?
How did I get here and make it this far?
Maybe I slipped in when I found the door agar.
So many things around me go into today,
The rules of engagement, games people play.
Win or lose you that that next step.
Secrets inside of tears you have wept.
The wind keeps blowing tossing leaves around.
Blowing off to somewhere never to be found.
The air gets colder taking my breath away,
I seem to get lost within the words you say.
I step inside as snow begins to fall.
The wind catches it and slams it to the wall.
As it falls from heaven it looks like falling stars,
Glistening in the headlights of the oncoming cars.
I seem to drift away, to where I don’t know,
I think it’s just a place that my heart longs to go.
I was walking in the wind looking to the sky
Seeing all that before me and wondering why?
My confusion comes from too much doing. During the news
eating cheese and crackers, drinking wine, thinking the world
needs me.
Or the falling leaves, the days shorter but so much brighter.
How the cloud cover of the canopy has lifted to reveal
maybe God.
The longest continuous democracy may end in another theocracy.
A bunch of voodooists with their hocus pocus blessings
and understandings.
Bombs and poison. Grief. Chiseled, tearless face.
Chants gregorian. Her sad, clear, soulful missives from
the city.
Unbelievable acorn crop this year! Skate on them
like marbles. Last year was a maple year. The ash crop
significant, too.
But not the cherries. Or a single pear. Blackberries
held back too. Sure the towers were a violation, but they came to
hold community.
One stands not apart or alone but an individual within
his or her platoon. Committed to the mission and survival of
the platoon.
Fedex leaves a package. There is or is no anthrax
in it. It is our disappointment as Americans that the world cannot
be trusted.
Yes, New York is the enemy and brother of Kabul. How
does one reconcile those differing communities and be a non-
violent human?
With words. Wendell Berry's words. And service such as
the secretaries of state give, leaving when one's time and work
is done.
Staying in the diatonic. Agreeing first on rules of engagement.
Then engaging. Not stopping the fight or thought or song until the fight
is done.
A dog with a missing leg
Knocked down by a driver
Drove at dog speed
And barked away
We have stopped to see
A group of people, too
The dog with a missing leg
And smoke from nearby hut
The municipal is here
Health officer with a spade
Staring at the carcass
And calling for backup
The cop's siren is here
Looking around curiously
I wonder why, for a dog
And bullet in the barrels
A man looks on and yawns
A sharp kitchen knife in hand
He looks anxious
And prays for a miracle
A newsman looks on
Been here for long
A canon camera at hand
He waits for his time
The dog with a missing leg
Has brought us together
Nobody speaks but we talk
There is tension in the air
No rules of engagement
Someone is angry, another one hungry
Someone is joking, another one hoping
we are here on our terms
rules of engagement
isn’t just for battle field
everyday life too
When the passing touch of a life long friend
Becomes the caress of a new lover
The rules of engagement are rearranged
Who do you talk to about each other.
When problems arise and they surely will
And you are sleeping with your sounding board.
And she is the reason you need to talk
Do you wish things were like they were before.
You can turn around but you can't go back
You are up that creek without a paddle
Now it's all up to you to figure out
Was it worth that one night in the saddle.
And don't bother to try to justify
Or blame the booze or the moon in her hair.
You had known each other from childhood
So don't even think about going there.
Relationships are sometimes a struggle
And you may feel like your partners a pain
But now that you have told her you live her
You've got a little more skin in the game.
The Theater Of Heaven's Light
Penetrate God's mark, join the equation, enforce a
lead warrior role, don't shy away on the weak-
minded, show strength to over-come, have the
faith to lend a hand, give them the theater of
heavens light, hinder the beauty, that was once
our generation to another world, which is the
pastures we walk, among a younger fit, our
children are the youth to a brighter future, don't
mis-lead them, teach them well, make sure they
understand and know the differences, and abide all
rules of engagement, of life's unruly gander....
Boys sprawled on the floor
intent on setting up their army men
The floor cold and inviting
The stare of a teachers eye
The curve of her smile at common play
So there’s a movie, The Rules of Engagement
that is *the internal rules or directives
among military forces
ROE defines the circumstances
conditions, degrees and manner
in which the use of force
or actions
which might be construed, as provocative
may be applied*
so I innocently ask a question kids
have no business understanding
nor have an answer for, nor
for that matter do I have
a comprehensive understanding
of statement
but I ask anyway
because such flops
often come into my brain
and out of my patootie
What are your rules of engagement?
Just then a grandfather leans into my ear
You want to know what the rules of engagement are?
You get that son of a b***ch, before he gets you!
He goes on to tell me he’s reading
Tea with Terrorists
and says you don’t
I think by then I had fallen off my chair
and was lined up with the army men
2/5/2021
Based on my true story!
*Between asterisks, definition obtained from wikipedia
Screw the rules of engagement.
Focus on target acquisition.
Fix range and bearing.
Estimate windage.
Calculate time on target.
Battery away.
Commence fire.
Volley after volley.
Shot after shot.
Insult after insult.
Snide remark follows snarky jab.
Brutal comeback lands with a jolt.
Gas-lit accusations trip the NBC alarm.
F-bombs. C-words. Total devastation.
Just a typical conversation
Over no man’s land in the family room.
In a time of love and war,
All casualties are blue on blue.
Friendship floats freely like waterfalls,
Falling down from on high. They spray
Welcoming mist, we breathe into our lungs.
Friends are like tides rolling in, receding again.
Letting us breathe a peaceful solitude, if that is
Our mood and stories are shared without
Judgement, ridicule or rules of engagement.
Our defense against a sometimes cold, cruel world.
Friends part freely, crossing our unburnt bridges
With gates left open. Invisible sign says
"Please Come Again".
In these days when times are tough
And billionaires can’t get enough
Our enemies are overjoyed
Our CEO’s should be unemployed.
They have sacrificed the country for their greed
They’ve left integrity on the ground to bleed
A lifestyle of royalty, unmitigated gall
Then ask for the taxpayer to pay for it all.
Our Congressmen are bought and sold with ease
Corporate bastards can do what they please
If they bail them out, we should break our silence
And show our leaders some working man violence
If you can’t run your company without a government windfall
Then you should be removed from your position once and for all
The only discussion about government bail
Would be how much it cost to keep you out of jail
You are the cause if the company has been derailed
You were given authority and miserably failed
In these days of utter salary disparity
We need to end the corporate charity
If the government bails out another corporation
They need to hear thunder throughout the nation
If another CEO gets another free pass
This is war against the middle class
If there are answers the government cannot supply
Then the rules of engagement do not apply
We cannot standby and wallow in self-defeat
We need to take our battle into the street
We are the people. We rule this land
There are congressmen who fail to understand
In these days when our economy is sub par
We need to let them know they’ve gone too far.
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Today I see before me men, who last were only lads
It's been my greatest honor to have acted as a guide
to you, not only warriors but the finest of comrades
and I'd march any distance, if such men I march beside
We go forth into battle, fully trained and well prepared,
determination like a tree, together, we have grown
Ahead, rules of engagement state that lives shall not be spared
That said, if fate arrives for us, we'll not greet her alone!
Though we fight for their freedom, some will villify us still
The disagreed might say that war is something to condemn
How quickly they forget that they enlisted us to kill
or to be killed so, if you live, remember this to them
No leader's heart has felt such pride as you've inspired in mine
I call you, then, to arms, men. Follow me, now, to the line!
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September 20th, 2020
Rock Paper Scissors
Pope Rabbi Imam
Conservative Democrat Independent
Money Power Control
Pay attention kids I will now explain to you the rules of engagement
Wealth crushes power but amounts to control
Paper covers the books of both Christians Jews Muslims all religions alike
Scissors cuts through the political rhetoric of all major parties
This is the game these are your rules
1, 2, 3, Begin's the game of fools
Winner takes all the runner up receives this
A life without money feeling powerless a total lack of control
Rocked crushed to debt by political insurance that cuts your health
And religious institutions that don't quantify ones faith
It's an expanded form of the game
But as you can see the rules remain unchanged
Monkey see monkey doo
While all along we knew we knew ! !
“Fire” alarm sirens
are going off [the audible radar]
stealth silently
Those living deaf
can’t receive
the incoming Death warning
Sky chariots on the roil warpath
are thunderclap rolling
Propaganda leaflet droppings
did foreshadow
their cursed dire coming
Ordnance jewels are falling
from hailstone crowns —
“All hail the GOAT kings reigning now!”
Greatest oppressors of all Time
be they wearing
the onion-shaped tiara frowns
Ordinance rules of engagement
are Red Wedding,
royal carpetbagging bound
Apocalypse horsemen
are furiously
galloping on the wind
Drone pawns of fierce kings
herald their “Mass grave” arrival,
using the Queen’s language
of utter conquering
But their avowed crimson joy
was much shorter than anticipated
As the “end of days” came swifter than
hydrogen clouds bursting
And the heaven wept decree,
(rainbow sealed in the ark of the Most Holy,)
passed final judgment
on their torrential “nuclear peace” iniquity
In the dark twilight
of an enriched uranium dawn,
Mushroom poisoning sown
is the rad grim reap scimitar gathered
Can you hear the celestial Hallelujah shouts:
“The evil hailstone crowns are bottomless pit falling!”
Let righteous brimstone rain down on them
for snuffing out those mercy cries mournfully calling
Scarlet sobs plentiful does a barren
nuclear winter harvest yields
Hailstone crowns are terminally falling
upon pauper dirt fields
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While at the same twinkling time and better snowflake place,
salvation tears are dropping
on lullaby earthen beds
of innocent blood shed
Those awaiting their saintly awakening
And an angelic transformation
is Resurrection Day coming —
That halo beautiful waterfall mist rising