TRUMP SET NEW DEADLINE
WAS MONDAY NOW TUESDAY FINE
MAYBE BACK DOWN SIGN
The Trade Deadline
Every year it seems
sports teams have a trade deadline
I rather be a player not the spectator
so I do not know a lot
but this small thought
of trades made me smile
You see
I just made a trade of my own
I traded 100 acquaintances world wide
in return
I got only one person
with the kindest heart and soul
even her team hat, brought me a smile that glows
My team will always be a team of hearts
red with passion, determination
soft with a caress of kindness
in gardens, where flowers are the only weapons
I am tinged with sadness
at humanities loss
I rather one with a voice of love
so as 1000 babies do not have to cry
Line
The limit
So many crossing it
The deadline
Forgetting time comes with penalty
Just to prove em worthy
Worthy but not ready to pay
For the consequences of breaking the rules.
Without people
They're nothing
Always hoping and waiting
On a savior before they savage
Them be bragging of what they are
They're just gang of people misliving.
A man who said he's all
Still have to wait on another
Before actions
For them triggers
Depends on them fellow fools
Folly them be promoting
Deceit them tools
The God's own don't fear them
Let the war begin.
(To the tune of “Jingle Bells”)
Dashing through my tasks,
In a cubicle so tight,
I hear the coffee slosh,
Another deadline fight.
Bells from emails ring,
I can’t ignore the sound,
Oh, what fun it is to sprint
Through tasks that come around!
(Chorus)
Single spells, single spells,
Typing all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to pray
For lunch to save the day—HEY!
Single spells, single spells,
Bosses want it fast,
Why did I say I’d stay this late?
This day will never pass!
A week ago today,
I thought I had it done,
But then the boss exclaimed,
“Redo it, just for fun!”
I clenched my teeth and smiled,
(That’s what professionals do),
Then daydreamed of my holiday
And flights to Timbuktu!
(Chorus)
Single spells, single spells,
Typing all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to pray
For lunch to save the day—HEY!
Single spells, single spells,
Deadlines never end,
Guess I’ll sing this little song
Until my sanity bends!
Is okay
Deadline is far away
Not tonight
Not ready for this fight
Nice and slow
I'll do it tomorrow
The deadline’s fast approaching;
The Editor’s at the door.
He needs my poem of the day,
I have three minutes more.
I can’t log on to Rhymezone
To find the perfect rhyme
Or check the number of syllables.
There simply isn’t time.
He says he wants a funny one
To spread a little cheer.
But I’m not in a funny mood,
So I can’t comply I fear.
My lover walked out last night
And won’t be coming back.
Oh oh, here comes the Editor.
I’m going to get the sack
Thoughts in turmoil
Make the mind meek
Drought in rainfall
Flooding the night
The scent of success
Slays in solitude
Let sentient stand
To see beyond sentiment
The brain you water grows greener
Like a toddler toddling
No deadline to making headlines
dilemma would be
watching MSNBC
hope they heard our plea
when message would send
kidnapping deadline extend
safely reach an end
would read on label
eat safely should be able
when food on table
when school complete
hope that they would save a seat
at a place to eat
My goodness the time's really flying by
Nine o'clock and yet no new poems
Get your bum into gear my dear friend Jack
Morning will soon be broken
Try not getting caught with your pants down
Scouts say, “Always Be Prepared”
It's very good strategy for many things in life
Like toilet paper, always have a spare
Maybe writing poetry is a little bit different
It comes from deep down in our soul
If the brain ain't clicking there's not much use
Really difficult to really control
Feeling some movement, hope it's not a doodoo
Think it might be a few rhyming lines
By jove, I do believe a poem is emerging
So everything is gonna turn out fine
Needn't have worried, it's happened before
Last minute poems are the best
Damn problem is they usually don't rhyme
Means I really do fail the test
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Congestions
Occur in the brain
Pressures and tensions
Workloads and targets
Competitions and expectations
Time limits and deadlines
All contribute to
A serious spiritual traffic jam
With
No by-pass
No overhead bridge
As life is not as simple
As a traffic jam on the road
We have to pay for every bit of prosperity
A headache is not
Simply healed with a pill
When it happens to be
A gigantic problem without a solution
A non-ending pile of work accumulating
A deadline without any bonus of time
A state of tiredness without a break
And so a headache lingers on
Until a decision is reached tomorrow
The due date approaches; the deadline looms
Irritation's in the air; annoyance fumes
A cauldron boils in every newsroom
The tension's palpable; nerves are frayed
Editors hit the ceiling
At mistakes never made
Ill winds are blowing of mounting desperation
Cooler heads giving way to righteous indignation
Utter frustration in the act of creation
Now the boss' out his mind; he's gone off the deep end
Taken it out on someone; flown right off the handle
Only to land himself head first in a scandal...
So remember, all you newsies, stay under control
Not blowing up's your primary goal
Meet your deadline; don't forfeit your soul
A friend is terminal
yesterday he told me
standing in the parking lot
stunned, I was blank
wordless affection, noble silence
clasped his hand
we wouldn't hug
We weren't that close
still I sunk inside
fear in me, mixed empathy
how close do you need to be
to share lonely moments of humanity
we're all in the same queue
that, and taxes always come due
He said he's okay
that is his answer
to pancreatic cancer
haunting smile from quivering lips
fake laughs, shrugs
some live years on, he wryly said
vowing happiness till the end
There's a deadline now
not his, it's mine
he's made his peace
my deadline starts today
I share my hugs with you in words
In a race against time
The clock, my opponent
Discovering my rhyme
Learning to own it
Trying to reason
And ration my purpose
Is it gone, my season
My time to flourish
Too frivolous in the past
The privilege too grand
Youth failed to last
So here I stand
My resume bare
Knowledge below par
Is there enough time to spare
Is the door still ajar
May I still become great
Though so far behind
Far fetched at this rate
Impossible to rewind
All I can do
Is the best that I can
Spare moments, few
But at least I began
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