Job Description Board of the Middle East
The Sniper - not Palestinian
The Bomber - not Palestinian
The Thief - not Palestinian
The Terrorist - not Palestinian
The Child Killer - not Palestinian
The Burner of Tents - not Palestinian
The Group that blows up Hospitals - not Palestinian
The Rapist - not Palestinian
The Blocker of Humanitarian Aid - not Palestinian
The Exploding Pager Man - not Palestinian
Plant Bombs in Toys Job - not Palestinian
Booby Trap food on the starving - not Palestinian
Deprive Water to the Starving Job - not Palestinian
Genocide Promoter - not Palestinian
Financier of Genocide - not Palestinian
Propagandist for defending burning Babies - not Palestinian
Killer of Journalists - not Palestinian
Using Ambulances to murder civilians - not Palestinian
However all these positions are open
apply in Israel
they need more persons with zero morals
death is their only currency
This is my life
My life that the whiskey did choose
This is my life
And she my long suffering wife
Her bruising left too many clues
These bars now deprive me of booze
This is my life
For the millionth time I implored
the memory that I adored,
the only girl for me,
"I'll love you as long as I'm alive,
but, alas, how can I survive,
as you, from me, your love, deprive?
My love is all for thee."
For the first time, it gently spoke,
memory's ghost to a heart that broke,
"Listen close to me.
No one else can from you, deprive.
Your true love is within, alive.
It's time for it to grow and thrive."
And thus, it set me free.
Must we constantly ask ourselves,
" Can we live without being loved,
without being held and not feel cold? "
Have we become trees without leaves?
Without being loved is the scariest notion,
is it our fault for believing in the magic spark
that makes us weak and surrender to passion?
Aren't we afraid of deep silence and dark?
Don't be alluded by unrealistic fantasy,
it'll carry you away to dreamy worlds;
be bold enough to separate it from reality...
keep what has worth, never break promises!
Without being loved is the scariest notion,
no nights under sheets, no sweet whispers;
can we imagine sleeping alone for long hours?
Wouldn't loneliness deprive us of wild passion?
Darling, come closer to me, feel wanted and inspire;
draw near and far stars to us, their brightness is joy:
I am ready to kiss you and make you tremble with desire,
no night is more perfect than this one, it's pure harmony!
A sad truth is upon its way..! This un-election day.?? Should
This carry through; will birthdays be next too?
Its hard to contemplate? I have to say.! Can an elected
Government of Britain, allow such? For under juristriction they
Were voted in, as law stands.' How can they then deprive
Other men?
Are they in truth then 'not lovers? upholders of law
Based elections; in Brexit Britain.?
You are become a dodge of love, My Dearest…
Or there are arrows other than my own,
That would entendril you once they have pierced,
That will deprive you of a higher throne…
Yet, I'll not Queen you yet, before time bends,
And you are sought by sots who drink perfume,
For I will know, before, what are your ends
And I will read the threads upon your loom.
There is no other, better man than me!
And yet, you dodge my arrows all the while,
And tell me you do stay while then you flee
Or come these paradoxes to beguile?
There is no better arrow at the ends
Than tells that we be lovers and not friends.
NO MAN IS COMPLETELY FIT
( Onyenekperechi )
No man is completely fit
Strong enough to exist without exit
Often we sit close to the deep pit
Falling low at the slightest hit
The healthy man does not push death away
Likewise the sick man does not make it stay
Death looks for all made of clay
Bringing them to lowliness with their decay
The young is old enough to die
To lie in state is a position anyone can vie
That I will die is a truth I can't turn to a lie
Death is a belt that I must tie
The next second is uncertain
Can turn gain into pain
Can deprive a ship of its captain
Can take away that which you cannot regain
Waste no time in doing the good
The standing tree will soon become wood
The handsome man is already termites' food
The living man running out of blood
The advent of a new birth
Brings such joy to those around,
It’s the onset of a new life.
And a miracle, so profound.
All new-borns should be nurtured.
From the day they first arrive,
From a fragile new beginning
They need care to help them thrive.
To face the trials and tribulations
That life chooses to bestow,
Be it human, plant or animal.
They all need help to grow.
The propagation of the species
Is so essential to survive,
The gift of life is precious.
Of which no person should deprive.
So, if you’re caring for a new-born.
Give them all the love they need,
For many a famous person
Grew from a nurtured seed.
Gloomy winter has began,
it will deprive us of freedom,
be ready to greet boredom;
every sad look agrees it can!
Bears are lucky, they go into lethargy,
humans are awake and experience a long solitude;
Tic-Tac and Twitter will keep kids busy,
adults will do their chores with decreased fortitude!
In spring everything sounds merry like Mary,
stop by her small cottage and hear her singing;
she hands dainty flowers to anyone who's listening:
the catch, of course, is a contribution to her charity!
Gloomy winter has began, trees lose their leaves,
flowers their beauty, birds migrate to southern places;
although we like snow: we prefer warm weather,
not much we can do inside, but read the local paper!
I'll free my robin from the cage, he'll follow his buddies;
he loved summer and ate lots of bugs and warbled happily;
sadly, I will confine myself to the creation of new poetry:
Roxy, the golden retriever, will feed and watch her puppies!
I rarely pay for things in cash,
Although some stores prefer it.
They charge more for a credit card,
So customers deter it.
But at the local bagel shop,
I placed my morning order
And realized that, when tallied,
I’d be somehow short a quarter.
I asked the counterman to please
Remove one single bagel,
To prove I wasn’t out to,
By some method, well, finagle.
He smiled and said, ‘You’ll bring to me
The quarter when you’re able,”
Not wanting to deprive me of
A bagel at my table.
I walked back home and quickly grabbed
A quarter from the pile
And at the shop, I plunked it down,
Which earned a startled smile.
The whole exchange reminded me
Of childhood; before supper,
To hit the grocer’s for some bread,
I was the picker-upper.
I carried change and worried that
I might be short some money.
The fact it happened now, not then,
Is really kind of funny.
The One who seeks the end of man
has cunningly devised a plan
to rob him of his Maker’s gifts
through inner and outer conflicts.
Through evil men, He works His scheme
to deprive man of self-esteem
by urging freedom without restraints
and living life without constraints.
The chaos that His scheme creates
Leads nations into dire straits.
Then men arise, who crave power,
as saviors from the dark hour.
Dictators rise when chaos reigns
because it titillates their brains.
And when they get to hold the reins
society is held in chains.
Beware of those who chaos sow
inciting hate and preaching woe.
Such only care for their own gain
And cause real pain, when’eer they reign.
An Enemy lurks in the dark
its aims are clear, its methods stark.
Democracy its doctrine hates,
freedom of conscience it berates.
Behind the scenes its agents sow,
The seeds that to chaos grow.
He who once ruled will rule again
and it will be a tyrant’s reign.
America, return to God
or you will settle for a fraud
If you wish to become great,
Embrace God’s law, heed His dictates.
I see a world wet with tears of sorrow;
there is so much bigotry, greed, and hate.
I fear what fate may befall the morrow;
while politicians beg you to donate,
corruption runs like an open floodgate.
Cultists and conspirators shared one voice;
to deprive women of having a choice.
Frustrated, the confused support a fool,
and the multi-billionaires rejoice;
the poorly informed are the perfect tool.
A few things laws may him deprive,
Still, to White House Trump may arrive.
And if serves felony,
May collect a bounty
Of horse and gun and Dollars five.
A law’s renown as ass,
And at times laughing gas,
He that looks for logic is naïve.
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Happenings |01.06.2024| America, political
Poet’s note: In US of A, a convicted felon may run for White House in November, and may well become president. Some countries are not attacked from outside, but face danger from within. Worldwide moral fibre has gone low. A Manhattan jury has found Trump guilty of falsifying business records for paying hush money to keep a **** star’s mouth shut. Now, in USA, when a felon is released after a jail term, he is given a horse, a rifle, and $ 5 to help him settle down in life. In addition, Trump would get a house, a White House, but would he ever settle down?
Fear not the questions of life
Fear not the answers unknown
For the knowledge will come for all or for some
If you seek it on your own
Fear not the darkness to come
Fear not the eternal night
For the shadow will fall for one and for all
And deprive us of the light
Not sadness nor sorrow shall bring age to thy face,
not worry nor burdens of life.
Happy moments shall grant thee beauty and grace,
and every hope that sheds light on thy life
Too dear are tears in thy eyes,
if not of happiness or bliss,
sweet feelings thy heart shall not hide,
nor thy love would I ever miss.
However cruel life may be sometimes,
and whatever worries I’ll surely dismiss,
sweet crystal tears I’ll dry from thy eyes,
and thy soft tender lips I’ll caress with a kiss.
No doorless dungeon can keep us apart
nor shackles of a thousand chain,
not even a rough endless journey nor any suffering or pain.
No mortal soul can deprive me from thy love,
just as,
no mad man can claim he is sane,
no need for thee to bare burden
as long as thy love runs in my vein.
Saleh Ben Saleh
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