Best Underling Poems
The heart of a lion
The soul of a flea
The energy of a gnat
Please do not let this be me
Reaching into my junk drawer
I pick up three items that give me glee
A candy bar wrapper,
And a playing card with a decorated bee.
Dragons in my undercarriage,
Dolphin party in the sea,
This poem is starting to feel jazzy,
It is lively, and it’s free.
I line up the unicorns,
Who are laughing at my knee.
They ask Trixie to join them,
So she dances away with thee.
Her underling muses
Chip and Dale come running to me.
They are dying to write a poem,
So we line up the junk items three.
Let’s make it funny, says Chip
A cut up we all agree.
But Dale wants a sad poem,
So we begin to disagree.
Trixie's assistants laugh at my consternation
And run away you see,
So this is the end of the poem,
Which made me yell a “whee!”
Yesterday I had a short circuit
So, I just had to go sit back
And just rework it
Been writing for more
Than a week a half
Boy this download did come real fast
Yeah with the music
Man it was blast
I then had a quick reload
And hear
Clear beyond sound of one's ear
Is what here in deed did come
Laying back and leading my mind…on om
Now I will explain it to you some
Here to you this new encode
The next day the sun did rise
Coming to no surprise
Thinking a day to rest my mind
Truly would be the best and the wise
Laying head upon northern star
Opening mind thoughts whatever thou art
Electric spark spoke these words that are
I speak in a tongue
Even to thee you young
It’s about the Universal One
So, Lets take a journey
See vibrations in light and sound
Even when it appears
Absolutely none
Around
The explanation of the FORCE
So, listen up and you can learn from me
Frequency of Orientation in Rays of Circuit-light Energies
Now about that
The Jedi Situation
Well hear Ye thee interpolation
Yoda…Ye the one Alpha
Qui-Gon Jinn…Quickly understand I Great Officer Known Namaste General
Mace Windu…Makes wind do
Obi-Wan…All be I THE ONE
Anikan…Any one can
Padme…Place made in thee
Darth Maul…Dark Master of all the Underlords
Darth Vader…Darker Vampire demon rising
Count Doku…Conniving, obsessed, underling too does kill ye, you
Supreme Leader Snoke…Sinister Underlord, prince Ruthless Evil Maser eternal leader Sin I Satan cross hater
Wow what an ego man
That name does runs all across this great vast land
So, that’s the 411 on this here download
And now that you know the tongue of the code
Go have fun with it and don’t crash the mode
Joanna’s off to London town in this her finest hour’
Ten years of hard labour have brought her to the Tower.
Not the Tower of London where folks have disappeared
But to the Dorchester Hotel to receive a rousing cheer!
Yes she’s finally done it; she’s truly made the grade
from underling, tearaway and paltry lowly maid.
Remember the little ‘Wheelie’ in the shopping mall!
Well that bonnie girl can now stand ten feet tall!
She’s fought against the odds because she had belief,
This has brought success and a great deal of relief:
I am so very proud of you, on this very special day,
a chartered accountant you've become, what more is there to say!!!!
exclamation, which does nothing to stem dead locked high tide
proliferation of high-powered assault bazookas
manned by berserk cruel death eaters,
arch nemesis picks off life with a blip
simultaneously bipedal hominid(s) grip handily rounded dirk
as backup in case clip
misses mark, where siege mentality induces
nationwide sprinting into lockdown mode deterring by a drip
fiendish homicidal metamorphoses, where transmogrification
of generic guy wielding weapon subjugating hostages pits malignancy fill lip
mailer daemon hell bent on besieging bait (unaware
Snapchatting linkedin flickr ring beings) burst deadly quip
barrage of bullets malicious intent to spray
killing machines deliver click and rip
paying plenti deathly instagram howls amidst pandemonium,
thence funereal slip
epitaphs etched on tombstones proliferate taking souls to Hades trip.
Brutal and nasty nefarious scheme directed at humble lettered folks
(like those comprising my home town -
once evoked pastoral meme Lake Woebegone)
minding their p's and q's, when in extremis
out of the blue nightmare interrupts idyllic dream
a sudden bitta bing bitta bang rings terrorist catcall
followed by red tide and river of bloodied body where caskets
rendered veneer of dark wood within lies corpse,
pistol whipped, shredded and outkast, where mortician daubs creme.
Soundcloud boom echoes, thus occurs staccato sinister sonic strafes across
freshly fielded tombstone; pearl jam gray slate, some formerly anonymous
namesake, which underling, higgs bo son or daughter blitzkrieg cross
invisible trajectories shatter (at shutterfly speed),
democratic rubric rendered dross
disposable lives of society with senseless slaughter, whereat somber silence
pines nostalgia for Mill on the Floss
when life seemed innocent against gun metal gloss
wails of agony at another human loss.
High Powered Fences,
Beyond Your Vote
Armchair Politian's sitting beside Ceasar(a),
believing or at least making believe...
that they are for the people,
and not against.
"They" have been there too long.
Rot is strong, coming from the corpses.
They point thin-sharp fingers,
and makeup rules,
using the tools, of the trade.
Lies like snakes,
that live on both land and water,
in every form of underling,
pressed into service...
for the queen, of nothing.
Lowlife voters pleading for honesty,
from dark web media that has sold out.
The land-turtles living in office,
fighting over the scraps of the victory garden,
a warning of war already in the distance.
Like bugs eating their own fallen,
while striving to start a new colony,
they chant over the electric lines...
martyr-ism.
Of a hero, no, of a monster.
How is lifting evil up okay?
If not backed by the lies of a religion,
as dark as those that hide their face,
like cowards do,
and bow.
You have read it at the end of every book.
It is the same sunrise and sunset.
It is just another day,
no matter what the media say.
They scream and yell and cry,
like Hinny Penny and the Sky.
The facts quit... not quite the case.
The prayers of a country,
saints gathered knowing all are coming.
Standing up for the weak,
taking back and remembering.
Waking up the old to dance again...
on the government franchise,
we should own from the illegal gotten gain,
the children of the political elite,
and supreme, cheerleaders of the third world.
The larks in the media,
busy telling us...
all they want us to know.
The reality is "they" do their best business,
lying to us all.
There will be an accounting.
There will be, a fall.
The time is coming.
That is the call.
The Battle of the Sexes
By Franklin Price
1/28/2017
The battle of the sexes
Not about the sword and sheath
Who will be above
Or who will be beneath
Who will be the leader
Who's the underling?
Neither one is who I say
Equality's the thing
Sharing in the doing
No matter what the task
“Why can't we just get along?”
Is the question you should ask
Day to day a balancing
Of how to get along
One secret's not to clam up
If the other says, “what's wrong?”
A relationship is honesty
And mutual respect
If not, I'm here to tell you
What it is you can expect
An increasing lack of interest
That soon will make you exes
End the war between you
And the battle of the sexes
Never disagree with the Officer Class
When you’re serving in the ranks,
Never disagree with the Officer Class
For you’ll never get any thanks.
They seem to think
The time they spent
Getting Commissioned
Makes them Omnipotent.
Heaven protect the squaddie
Who’s discovered to have been right
For the Officer Class hate the thought
Of an underling who proves to be bright.
The NCO learns as he earns his stripes
The approved way of how
To Impart common sense and wisdom
While appearing to kowtow.
You have to learn
And understand
How to make them think
They’re in command.
No never disagree with the Officer Class,
Learn to manipulate them with guile.
No never disagree with the Officer Class
For they get grumpy, prickly, and hostile.
Ignore this advice
If you choose
But if you do, brother,
You’re bound to lose.
The Start
A plain white piece of paper,
was waiting on my desk.
Waiting for me, just me.
Or Waiting for you...
just you?
Who put it there?
Why would they care?
What do they want?
Will it matter?
The reason for the surface,
clean and stolidly pure...
was to begin a story, start a poem,
or perhaps build a bridge to "possibility".
Emotion not yet caught,
quartered and or...
placed in the right spot,
will be needed to complete...
the process.
Time being the underling issue,
in all our lives.
We dream...
and even think...
and dwell on wonderful things,
but never put them down.
Instead, we put them off.
Time is really the answer.
Make it your own, bend it and
work it into "compliance-y" with your life.
Never let it take from you,
and give it only what you feel it is due.
Precious not to be wasted...
to be considered a treasure,
in every breath.
Again the paper waits.
The question remains...
I have always been a minimalist in my writing
using simple words and no ornamentation
I cannot do iambic pentameter
yet, my writing has a melody and rhythm
I started as a bitty little girl
in an attic room penning stories
negligible
a speck, a smidgen in the scope of this world
I saw a million things from my attic window
the birds, the seasons, the sky
I was bullied in school as a child
so I felt belittled and beaten down
but in my writing I threw off the scars
I still do with words unadorned and pure
I have been to the darkest, fathomless pit
had nothing
been an underling to abuse
kept down
but inside a humble flame burned
and I refused to be diminished one day beyond
so, I crawled up from my pit of nothingness
and I stand here a simple girl
who writes minimal art . . .
______________________________
December 19, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/A Small Little Speck
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1095-610-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Today is the day that I give thanks to God.
He has blessed my wife and I, with His reassuring nod.
We have had financial problems, sort of speak,
because of our faith, are thought process is not weak.
My wife has decided to take a lay off,
The boss was terrible and to him in the long run it will have a tremendous cost.
Finding out that doing someone wrong, he will regret,
Because loyalty is hard to find in this day and age, and he'll simply not forget.
My wife is a caring, loving, responsible employee, and was his friend.
She tried to do her job for the homeless, and was tossed out in the end.
Making her take less hours, and being a assistant to a underling.
To a man who had did her job while she was recovering, and knows absolutely
nothing.
Her boss was wrong in his mind set, he really has lost,
His vision, knowledge, making this a very bad mistake at a heavy cost.
His reports, his employee, his friend, has made him very unsure,
When he finds out his office manager is not a real cure.
The loyalty shown to someone who worked for him for five years.
Will come back to haunt him, that is what the wife fears.
He'll find he not only lost a loyal friend, employee,
But the friendship for the ages, a loyal heart, will ultimately make him see.
That this was a tactical mistake, listening to new employees,
He lost a true treasure, loyalty is hard to come by for you or me.
So my wife, who feels bad for him, and has no anger, she actually will forgive,
She knows he'll regret this, and prays for him, her heart will continue to trust Jesus
and will happily live.
TAROT
Use Tarot cards to do two readings
First say what does come to you
In your mind see the picture
Let subconscious speak for you
When you see the new card blossom
Ask its meaning, answer,use
As you speak then, it be true
Let it flow an speak through you
Do your 8 card spread
With a question in your mind
Higher self does answer question
Always say what comes, the line
Make your own rules with your Tarot
Finely tuned is just for you
Have you faith that it’s not rot
Proof with practice it’s true blue.
Knights in armor defending you
Don Johnson 18-MAY-11
Linda-Marie as you might see. the cards they have your number.. you move on from them .. when the words come in... and your mind begins to slumber... Really what happens is a connection focused on your higher disaproving ...self (he said) x0 Don
With the Tarot cards do 2 readings the first with intuition or .. what
comes to you with each card shown....then follow up with the by the
book method. I have tried both and think they both work.
the cards do let you see some of the future when you have a problem
to solve.You are letting your subconcious speak by allowing it expression with
each card exposed it... a worthwhile exercise...
our subconcious is the no all part of us ....who likes a game..
i don't understand the tarot cards or their meanings always...
there are so many versions of what each one means (don't have to be
tarot either to work!)
there are different cards too, different meanings
but the real focus is to get your subconcious giving answers
this is what is going on.........when you see a card let your underling brain explain what it means to you...what comes into your head....automaticly....whatever comes ...is not
your concious thought
so go with it!!! so the psychic uses the info to enthrall the client
....simple eh....Don Johnson
In the last small armed grip
Of trenchant technocrat underling
Dissolved with poison stripped from putrid earnings
Tree of life displayed is churning
Urging the virgin men to give up toiling
To hold the last ember burning
And lay down the sword of foolishness
Vanished this wet dream syndicate
As dizzy spells of archaic control no longer fool
The articulate minds of creative surging
Young bliss beings in the prime of the sun
We will have known the war over
It could never be won
No skin could transform in its light
So with might is right ethic
Duality must banish
From electric thoughts so composed
A repose gathering
Nature unstrangulated
Trees unmangled
Soft sand caressed
As lapping waves
Lead us toward sanity
Idle lamentations for the brackish days of youth when the mystic thought queried upon
green or grey as a childhood day.
When horrific forces churned away at the mold and turned a sweetened lad from gilded to
beguiled.
When the touch of the cruel master bent wood upon the ears of innocence, when it’s
underling laid its phallic touch upon unspent youth and twisted the being, confuting love
for darker ambitions.
There came a release from the imposition of unwanted instruction, yet there had been no
guidance in the world so how could adolescence behave?
Would you have been there had you known?
Creation came of a twisted future relying on the teachings of the dark and clouded days,
when the rest of the world looked down upon the performance of the one who longed for
acceptance.
Now came the companionship longing to be proven right, ‘how could this be?’ they cried and
again plunged youth into darkness, not offering guidance accepting only compliance.
Again, the darkness passed, the light shone, and youth rose like a seed alone and untended
to become the flower it had been born to be.
‘ I will not break in the breeze, I will outlive the darkness and create none more’, was
cried.
So the twisting of souls and fates were refrained to this very day, where one verse at a
time begins to precipitate.
Power is dynamite
Power is unleased
Unleased for evil
Unleased for good
Good brings joy
Good brings love
Love is of God
Love releases
Releases happiness
Releases freedom
Freedom to live
Freedom to be responsible
Responsible in relationship
Responsible in life
Life opens doors
Life for living
Living is a joy
Living each moment
Moment slowly make minutes
Moment do make hours
Hours to use gifts
Hours to understand
Understand oneself
Understand others
Others are important
Others make secure
Secure in life
Secure in all
All aspects
All that's worthy
Worthy ideas
Worthy duty
Duty of motherhood
Duty of home
Home is where the hearth warms
Home fills the heart
Heart filled with good
Heart filled with sympathy
Sympathy for situations
Sympathy for one's position
Position of underling
Position of powerlessness
Powerlessness at home
Powerlessness in business
Business of the world
Business of management
Management unrequited
Management of strength
Strength
Unrequited
Mass effect, men refuse to learn from the past
Leaving little hope for our futures
Arrogance and supremacy has always stood the test of time
The actions of the kill giving underling misery
Irrational words converge the start of war and detest, never changing for centuries
The gift of independent thinking, are greatest asset, led to slaughter and bloodshed
Notorious for causing harm to all we know
In conclusion we are the seeds of repeating cycles of plagues
Scourging the lands for resources causing panic
Because of this thousands have died
To this day, never changed, it’s all just a haze
Hideous graves, we never caved, dark ages
Now the damage is done, torment and torture
Showing off the power you possess but all I see is injustice that is ruinous
This has been seen by the past
Truthful words of the future, incoming corrupting chaos
Brutality leads the poor to insanity
Grasping the little life that is worth holding
Sinister minds, lead the blind, cringing out insidious crimes
Anguish and strife, incoming spite
Do you feel in powered being scum?
The scars of obliterating leaving denial
Are planet is expiring with mass funeral pyres
To be unseen