A slip of a lad
like an apparition
Glides in and out
of his own volition…
His graceful movements exude potential
Surely, his existence consequential
‘Til one day, for a moment unmasked
He appears naked ~ not a single credential
Eve chose neither red nor green between these,
Eat, sweetened me' feet needn't desert Eden,
Keep earthen delved deep beneath heightened trees,
Heedless sell serpent issue agreed in.
Centuries teems decades, millennium,
Free Verse verses' a-peck-o-peppers-herbs,
Elves live in teepees Sumer pole Autumn,
Presley name per some steep fee minced-free verbs.
Requirements necessary--get there,
Senseless feather-headed time essential,
Execute effectiveness engineer,
Acquiescence evidence credential.
Set preferences effectuate a theme,
Elevate efforts of the letter E.
The black colour
Though a shadow of fear
An eclipse of the sun or the moon
A darkness of unknown and waiting danger
A mourning atmosphere
As bad luck as the crow
Figuratively they are and of no choice
But dresses in black may look tidy and fresh
Classy and elegant
Documents in black and white
May be a credential to dignity
And a contribution to its innocence and pride
And thus it goes
To every cloud there is a silver lining
on brink did titter
last in line of long liter
became a quitter
poetry contest
with which one were we impressed
up they had been dressed
check on credential
of what was essential
warfare conventional
way was wide and broad
over many miles have trod
trying to find God
about Trump heard
he is totally absurd
as well as a nerd
to read did invite
you to read poems that I write
with all my heart and might
one more live will leave
day by day in God believe
soul soon did receive
we would always fear
he had been our darling dear
now no longer here
was a detection
idiotic insurrection
we need protection
instead of on trial
he has gone into exile
records would compile
(up money would pile)
(always would beguile)
(on small hands nails file)
(surely was his style)
THE ACTOR
He in his life had played so many parts
Enriched them with beguiling vocal essence
Those icons wrought: of such an incandescence
They still excite a lifting of our hearts
Yet with a sadness that he was beset
Averring that, save characters deployed
Down deep within lay nothing but a void
That he was but a hollow marionette
But there he had unwittingly perceived
A fundamental truth of our true being
We can assert a part in life decreeing
We are not merely what is preconceived
A character compelled by rods and strings
Requires direction by a puppeteer
He who plays a part may yet the drama steer
Breath life into a role, and give it wings
If given choice: to be of nature planned
With form determined by another mind
Or take multiple parts to be refined
I choose the patterns drawn by my own hand
The being that we are and give credential
Is not a cast of clay manipulation
But godlike spirit blessed to make creation
A void with an unlimited potential
Sisters at heart
We'll never part
Stay together
In all weather
Sharing our woes
Joys and sorrows
She is special
Love's credential
Dancing peacock
My sure, strong rock
She sees me through
My close pal true
My bestest friend
Real Godsend
Her honest view
I do value
To her, I turn
From her, I learn
Charming star bright
She sets me right
Her love and care
Is something rare
You'll hardly see
Such amity
What's between us
Is a sure plus
She is carefree
And lets me be
Peacock and bear
The bond we share
We understand
Like sea and sand
We're of one mind
She's a true find
10.23.2020
(4 syllables each line)
(Dedicated to my best friend, Meenu)
For Regina McIntosh's "From the heart" contest
The king of a snowy country
the king sat on his throne in his underwear
his wife, the queen, was ironing his uniform.
The ambassador of Mongolia was arriving today
presenting his credential a word that made
the king giggle.
The king of Scandinavia is not well paid and
he has to pay for having a cleaning lady
comes twice a week, the good thing is he gets invited
out often as his presence lends kudos to a party
with plenty of food and wine.
The king sighs, his idiot son, is cycling around the park
dressed in jeans and disturbing the gardener.
The monarch has tried to tell his son he is a crown-prince
and should act with decorum.
The king didn´t want to be a king, a title he inherited
when his father died.
His wife comes in with the uniform he puts it on and
feels quite royal while putting all his medals to his chest.
His wife is going to a hairdresser, the king will open a tin
of sardines for his lunch.
Ah, for a King`s burden.
The king of Norway
sat in his bathroom cleaning his fingernails
not for him to go see a manicurist
he might have more money than me, but is modest
about his inheritance
He had a shower looked in the mirror: am I fat?
thinking of taking up cycling, but thought
walking all the corridors in his castle would suffice
If outside people stopped and stared
The king hated small talk but after breakfast
an ambassador who would visit presents his credential,
say things like: Norway is a beautiful country
The king signed documents but wanted to watch TV.
The queen came in reminding him to change as there
was a great ball in the evening, he hated it
“can`t you say I`m ill?” the queen wouldn’t hear of it
She had been at the hairdresser, she liked festivities.
Credential Essential and Exponential
What we can know about each credential,
All always have potential to be essential;
Read some more;
We have hope for,
And is indicated by extreme exponential.
Jim Horn
Lies on Resumes
By Elton Camp
A coach has been caught again
Resume lies aren’t the way to win
When a college degree on it we see
The absolute truth it had better be
Employment prospects it will kill
A credential from a diploma mill
Lies on half of all resumes we find
They must think the employer blind
Very foolish is the one who tries
To be hired on the basis of lies
Even if it should work at first
The inflated resume will burst
The employee will leave with shame
A lasting black mark against his name
Titanic battle unfold as foreseen and planned
Almost the egg and the chick story ever told
A complex battle and partnership that desecrates
While they flex for supremacy of a land barren
Tomorrow’s temples lie in reckless shambles
Good has never been discredited to high degree
Excellence lost her place in today’s agenda
The dogs have conquered the temple with wild snarls
They gnaw away at the fabrics of the core of life
In a land where Idiocy is the credential that qualifies
Upturned values changing the scope of life
In corruption we allowed mediocrity and wallowed
In fervent prayers for idiocy to change form in time
A nation overwhelmed by real capacity in real tatters
Leaders of the lot confused in their ignorance and shame
Nation under siege on two fronts by identical monsters
Corruption has begot his biggest rival mediocrity
Leadership scripts oozing Mpu na iti (impunity)
it's best done later and not now
tomorrow will be perfect i can vow
Why yoke yourself like a laden cow?
The cloud is heavy and ready to snow
Be merry with life and take it real slow
And in observing the cloud u didn't sow
Alas the seed dies with its great potential
buried with a would have been credential
The plan became an aborted mission
Because procrastination stole the vision
Teacher that walks before me, a precept imaged in stone
Exhorting exhaustlessly the word shaped wonder grown
Academic, ambassador of an ancient beginning bringing
Competence in credential o vision; In honor of your giving
Humanity celebrates itself in you; you the culture's store
Emitting light, you the open door inviting change, you sure
Register of all glory; teacher, we rise in adoration to praise
“Sweetheart of P. S.” I am, she proclaimed.
And this she stated when her membership was new.
“Who is this poet that to us had exclaimed?”
It was time to check her profile without adieu.
This self-declared sweetheart had credential.
Could she? Would she? Shall she really be?
The “Sweetheart of P. S.” became quintessential.
She captured poet's hearts with friendships spree.
She took us on vacations and adventures.
Commented on our work flamboyantly.
Encouraged and loved us each without censures.
Can you guess who she became, subsequently?
Yes! Linda-Marie Barriana, “The Sweetheart of P.S.”
A Poetess extraordinaire as she proclaimed…Success!
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
September 15, 2010
Excite for the opportunity,
gracious of the chance.
For the possibility, to discover,
our connection, in romance.
In hopes, of us, finding,
the aspirations, of us, to gain.
A relationship, where all, is shared,
through our happiness, and our pain.
However, with there, being risk,
in each others reflected credential.
We can never, be truly afraid,
to seek, our true, love potential.
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