Best Superiors Poems
I sat beneath a Veteran-oak,
In awe of His strength—
Here was a solid spirit!
Sympathy you get from Willow,
But stiff upper-lip from old soldiers,
With forged bark —
His limbs flexed, cut, rippled against the wind…
No chinks in this warrior-wood…
“Divide and Conquer!”
Then I thought of my Father—
A cook at the end of the war—The Big One!
You know the One I mean, as if there are small ones—
When the commanders were through eating
He was instructed to toss the leftovers
From the belch of plates—
Trashcans were in the alley,
The steel that seems intrinsic to battles
In one form or another—
The hungry German children
Would sneak pass the guards
And line-up;
My father would sneak pass his superiors
And his honor
To dispense carefully wrapped scraps…
Well, soon the line was out into the street
As my father was compelled to seek food
From wherever he could steal, beg or barter
To procure—This brought attention—the cat-out-of-the-bag,
And all hell down on my father,
As the captain screamed: Gus, these are the enemy (the children in the alley),
What in God’s Name are you doing?
He was forced to stop—no Court Marshal though…
I looked up again at the old oak,
Through the snarled branches
Deep into the staunch soldier,
Where I spied a nest
In a small, compact fork—
Having a canopy of extra leaves
For shade and shelter from the wind—
I smiled—hum…
His bark reddened, but like my father, no apology from this weathered soldier…
A Martian spy from the earth fled
and to his superiors said,
“Although no one is near,
they still talk hand to ear.
Too much oxygen’s gone to their head.”
For Carolyn Devnoshire's contest: Out of this world limericks
CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL
Of all creatures great and small
Insects are most assiduous folk of all
They perform assigned duties each day
And let nothing dissuade them on their way
The till the soil and collect the forage
Their labor brings them food, some for storage
Their diligent spirits have no equaled pace
Mostly repulsed by a higher stationed race
Human beings became Self appointed superiors
But without these small beasts humans would be their inferiors
The faded shacks stretch 'neath the stained grey sky,
As stagnant urine and disease creep in.
Hunched at the pyramid's tight base we lie;
Looked down upon by our superiors.
In this poor life we’ve been condemned to die;
Forever stuck in our unwanted caste!
Our tummies are filled with what can’t be sold,
Our hopes and dreams just playful fantasies.
Drained from its soothing warmth, the Earth feels cold.
Where, I ask you are the democracies
That stop worthless things like me getting sold?
We’re all just pawns, broken by society.
Unlike the wealthy, we’re easy to find;
We are the untouchables of mankind.
4/3/2015
Seven colors of the rainbow
Each crowned with a gift
A lifetime gift in each line of the rainbow
The World was once in total darkness without a gift
Beauty of nature the World has never felt or seen
Earth as one world asked for a gift
God of heavens said that beauty can be seen
Until all creatures thought of praying
Praying by kneeling no one has ever seen
Humans are but one product of belief in praying
That all creations must be ruled by superiors of giving
Superiors in human form, striving and praying
All creations harmonized in sharing and giving
Making everything simple, in thinking and surviving
Rainbow as one creation and gift, in seven days of bright light and whole-hearted art of giving.
A pride defind by a history edged in stone.
An honor that expounds and exudes ones on
selfish needs and sets a standard to be
followed by all. We have all been
given the blessing of our mothers and fathers to serve,
they have unselfishly surrendered their faith in our
mission and our superiors to lead us to victory.
We serve with a pride undefind and
yet true. We honor those who came before us,
by not allowing the needs of one to dominate
the needs of the common goal. We set that
goal as a cohesive unit bound by words that
many may never hear.
Together we have forged a path united as one.
We honor God and our country as we proudly serve
in the United States Marine Corps... Pride, honor and
respect until the day we die... Whoorah!
We are all equal, though they say you lad
who do they think they are they're not my dad,
on battle fields we live or die the same
fight for king and country that's why we came
being just fifteen makes no difference
able to shoot and fight only makes sense,
hungry, cold, lousy, I write a letter
to my mother, try not to upset her,
I do not record horror of warfare
or how my superiors do not care,
fix bayonets, our Sergeant yelled out loud
heard a whistle blow so followed the crowd,
those big tough men dropped down lifeless, like flies
sounds so loud though can not drown out their cries,
then shell carrying my number 7
sending me from this hell straight to heaven,
to the memorial now mother goes
to read my name, so much sorrow she shows,
she now knows the truth warfare is awful
Don't forget memories are immortal.
24/02/2017.
A REAL AMERICAN HERO
William Calley went to war
His country to defend
He came under a vicious attack
Endangering the lives of his men
In a village manned by Viet Cong
Protected by women and children
He made the decision to open fire
Though he felt it wrong
When the fire fight was finally over
Many women and children lay dead
The Viet Cong were taken prisoner
The lieutenant was filled with dread
His superiors caved to the media
And a court martial soon ensued
The lieutenant was sent to prison
Based on erroneous news
The 'innocent' women and children
Were the horrible tragedy of war
But their fear of death from the Viet Cong
Was overwhelming to them by far
Was Lieutenant Calley's decision wrong
In war, I say not so
However, he was sent to prison
And dealt a political blow
I pray that his superiors
Saw the error of their ways
And the media will one day learn
To report the truth without any bias
May those who died in all wars past
Be remembered as true heroes
And their honor will forever last
Not the memory of their foes
And no more court martials
To cover up political lies
Heaped on an American hero
While his faithful battalion dies
Curtis Moorman
Memorial Day 2014
Dear blockpoet
I think you got me confused with someone that cares, It's lovely how you enjoy accusing anyone who is not in your corner. I hope the cow suit helps your self esteem. I did not deserve the harassing letters, you and your lady friend sent. I speak to whomever I want on this site. No one voices me, but my mother you are a dirty casino, with no payout at all. I will not let you bully me the same way you do others. Thank you for sending your patheticness through the mail. I'm a young adult, and still found myself violated by you.
You are very disgusting, I'm not as naive as you think I am.
Mr. You messed with the wrong 18 year old. Next time you want to bully little girls, think twice. I have a father, a mother. I sent the threatening soupmail to the superiors of this site. Nothing I said to anyone on your blog was offensive. Does it help blocking the poets who stood up for others. I left a good comment, about the woman you constantly enjoy bullying.
To answer your question. Your blog was highly recommended. I never did a thing to you, I hope you feel better and sleep well at night knowing you just bullied this 18 year old.
Belly
100% Chica pride
An Alien Reports Human Contact
By Elton Camp
A UFO pilot informs his superiors
The planet with bipedal life forms teems
Their lives depend on an object, it seems
Which, in their possession, they keep
Except at the times when they sleep
As soon as they begin to rove around
It will emit a strange electronic sound
To their ear opening they will press
In speech sounds began to address
Although it might seem rather odd
It may be how they worship their god
They talk a bit and then there’s a break
Perhaps from their god instructions take
A signal, the life forms needn’t wait
But communication can also initiate
They enter numbers and press Send
Once more, their worship may begin
A planet with intelligence so low
Is no place that our race should go
To come here, no profit can bring
From them we can’t learn a thing
Now there are special classes for those like me--
"special-needs" people. That sounds so much
kinder than the harsh terms in use when I was
alive: "retarded," "not bright." The people in
my little Southern hometown seemed to think
such descriptions were acceptable if they were
accompanied by "Bless his heart!"
Oh, they didn't think I heard, but I did.
Most "normal" people in town really loved me;
others simply couldn't hide their pity.
While those around me went to school and college,
played their sports, married, had families, and
went to work, I learned from them, my family, and the
town. As I loved the Lord and people, laughed, lived,
and grew wise in my own way, I observed some who
lived good lives--busy, but not too busy to care and
listen. From my sheltered spot, I watched others
as they multi-tasked, made money, got promotions,
built big houses, and drove expensive cars,
but never really listened to anyone except superiors,
who demanded their allegiance. These people
failed to care until they couldn't care.
Pity "normal" folks with hardened hearts, unseeing eyes,
and unhearing ears--the ones who pity those like me.
entered in Skat A's Premiere Contest Number 13 on September 24, 2016
Brave Soldiers
We all like soldiers, if not brutal enemy soldiers, only ours,
they defend our country keep it safe even if they fight wars
little to do with defends but more to do with securing oil
fields and other minerals. Everyone in politics like soldiers
even if they don´t know any since soldiers are usually from
poor and deprived background. TV reporters too get misty
eyed when talking about our incredible brave boys.
Some soldiers behave badly, shooting wounded men, as in
Fallujah, and peeing on corpses of people they have shot;
and some leave the camp at night, go out and civilians, for
the pleasure of it. On the whole soldiers are nice people who
believe lies they are told by superiors. Problems start when
soldiers are demobbed-finding a job, and missing the intense
*****erotic camaraderie makes them dysfunctional in normal
family settings. Divorce, and alcohol do the rest, end up sleeping
under bridges. Yes, our soldiers are brave and a bit dense, can´t
hack it in civilian life and some end up shooting themselves.
I'm in charge of everything.
It's my responsibility,
To keep control of everything,
Maintaining the tranquility,
Of everything and everyone,
And see that all runs well;
For this workplace is my domain,
I watch the rise and swell,
Of all the comp'ny's status quo,
And employee relations,
Making sure that everyone,
Is mindful of their station.
My shift will be the perfect one,
And if not heads will roll.
I want to see a perfect score,
When tallying day's toll.
The boss must know it's not just that,
I'm so dependable,
I'm more than just a pretty face,
I'm indispensable.
The boss must see that I'm the one,
Who runs things by and large;
A well oiled machine is this,
Because I am in charge.
Judy Ball
Sometimes in an effort to do a good job and gain the respect of our superiors we tend to forget what's really important. While it's iimportant to do your job to the best of your ability we must remember that the mark of a good leader is the ability to shoulder authority without growing muscles in your head. ;p
Scared
by Odin Roark
Fear saved the fly
The spider wept
Fear kept men alive
While Napalm paved the way
Fear keeps the 1% insulated
Handlers and mental bodyguards
At their beckon call
The mongrel on Manhattan’s frozen streets
Knows well the virtue of fear
Yet
Never will we see our species
Handle being scared like an animal
Where the lesser evolution will defend
We the sentient superiors will think only offense
How beautiful
How heart wrenching0
The defense elephants
Rhinos
Big cats
Exert to protect only that
Which is their province
Their instinctual responsibility
Wanting not to harm the perp
But only to ward off the aggression
Escape to safer surroundings.
Why does man feel he must instigate aggression
To justify his superiority?
Why do we continue our behavior
Moving science
Technology
Mind set
Ever closer to android resolve?
Might we be so complacently satisfied
We ignore the advances of AI?
Are we really so consumed with the media clap trap
We’re becoming more and more ignorant of information
Vet proof stats that tell us
Wake up
And yet
To sit in a quiet attic
Observe the simple
Yet perfectly designed survival
Instinct of the spider
Is to become aware
It’s all about living in harmony
Not acrimony
Wait patient spider
What you need for another day of survival
Is but waiting
Love nature
Or perish
It was my moral duty to operate and in many people's eyes, I was admired.
I did what needed to be done and because of that, I was fired.
Four years ago, a baby was born with Down Syndrome and he had a heart defect.
Because of his mental impairment, he was a baby who his parents chose to reject.
I told the parents that without an operation, their baby would die.
They told me not to operate and sadly, I understood the reason why.
They wanted him to die because of his Down Syndrome and some others and I protested.
The parents were taken to court but the judge agreed with what the parents requested.
Even though that damn judge upheld the parents decision, I operated anyway.
I saved that baby's life but my superiors were outraged and decided to make me pay.
I was fired but because of public outcry, they said that I would be reinstated.
I told them to go jump off a cliff, I wouldn't work for a hospital that I hated.
I was fired because of my moral scruples but I had the last laugh.
Now I work at a better hospital and I've become the Chief of Staff.
(This poem was inspired by a movie.)