If I were a fly on the wall at a DNA office,
I’d see one mama budgeting child support for two maybes,
hoping the high-earner wins the paternity sweepstakes.
A grown man doing a victory dance he practiced in the car,
while another looks stunned like the swab repossessed his last hope.
A grandma wiping tears of joy because her real grandbaby finally found her.
A whole couple discovering they’re cousins and breaking up mid-hug.
Three siblings realizing the middle one belongs to nobody in the room.
Just a fly dodging swats while families get swabbed,
watching bloodlines flip faster than reality TV plot twists.
A-mbition
N-ormally
C-omes,
H-elping
E-very
A-spiring
L-earner
E-levate
N-ew
D-ream
I-n
A-ll
N-ew
I-deas,
N-urturing
G-rowth
©bfa061425
Monocrostic (Birthday of Anchealen C. Dianing)
A-mbition
N-ormally
C-omes,
H-elping
E-very
A-spiring
L-earner
E-levate
N-ew
D-ream
I-n
A-ll
N-ew
I-deas,
N-urturing
G-rowth
©bfa061425
Monocrostic (Birthday of Anchealen C. Dianing)
HAPPILY DISCONTENT
One may wish to own a JW Turner
The art of art is the skill of knowing
And recognising every good earner
The online market for art is growing
Yet it is more my greed I must quell
One needs a real space for showing
With my few fake Masters left to sell
I found a gallery, as credibility counts
For a half day only, but it served well
A hundred pounds, the anger mounts
And was a scam, that expensive rent
But the cheque of course will bounce
Now my payment has finally been sent
I’m seeing myself as happily discontent
"Alright beaut?"
The landlady said
As she poured a fresh pint
Of Ale for our Fred
"Hangin" said Fred
As he supped at his beer
"I been working all week
Restoring that pier"
Nice little earner
For someone, you see
Brings all the punters
Down to the sea
Property prices
Will go through the roof
But will be much too high
For Gethin and Ruth
They'll be displaced
Just over the border
In cheap rundown flats
Where others marauder
Recently, I awoke
from a very specific dream--
In which I expressed
my getting-a-B.A. scheme
A long-time ambition
I've put on the back-burner
Delayed because I'm not
much of a wage-earner
It'd be easier to succeed
with a B.A. under my belt?
Hard to get there
with low self-esteem (as I've felt)
Plus it'd make my outlook on life
more well-rounded
Even if all that online study
makes me feel grounded
But as for a potential professional job
without a degree
I'm looking into Indexing --
might be just right for me!
Then if I can support my education
financially that way
I hopefully will join the ranks
of B.A. grads someday...
Whether or not I go after
this accomplishment, I will age
The question is, by that time,
do I wish to be more sage?
But I tend to get discouraged
and distracted; so no promise
Perhaps I can enlist
the smarty-pants prayers of St. Thomas
A consistently poor wage
Licenses rage:
An ugly fight against the cage,
Steady enveloping of stagnant wage,
A temper warning every wedge,
Rising while lowered with vintage.
Hirers open a sterile page,
Not a complimenting line for a sage:
Reflections of his usage,
Not a half paragraph for his adage…
The low income earner won’t this manage,
Nor life in his fatiguing village:
The vast hum drums sight,
Of farm-tools tauntingly bright,
For all their promises of fast tillage,
Putting The Townie at a disadvantage.
Any hopelessly downsized wage,
Is cash that the teeth sets on edge,
The Hired white with shock
Over Hirer’s heart of steely lock.
Generally dreads the kitchen:
The incalculable losses it occasions one’s image.
Often with fried, oily chicken:
A company that doesn’t anything damage!
For all early morning jogs promptly ready!
Its healthy rejuvenation of a woman’s waist!
Has resolved not to be domiciled in a periphery,
Wherever seems to suggest a satellite
Eating rice with much stew against Beriberi:
A tradition of treading roads of laterite.
Unparalleled roles of reforms she can play
But sometimes the very driver of a fratricidal truck:
The ultimate prices of natural sacrifices she can pay,
Yet, the chief character behind some municipal ill-luck…
Not infrequently, recipient of cheers of a mammoth crowd,
As much the earner of the first bed in a bedlam.
From time to time a powerful voice on human affairs very loud
Not inconceivably between two hearty friends building a dam:
In some cases, emerging the people’s torchlight and battery,
still in others, the mastermind of a scheduled adultery.
R-eader
U-ses
T-he
H-eavenly
M-ind
A-nd
N-oble
I-ntuition
A-s
N-otable
G-reat
L-earner
U-ses
N-ice
G-oal
Topic: Birthday of Ruth Manianglung (April 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Spare me celebrity status,
If it means selling things I don't like,
And will never use, or buy,
To help the company and me make mega bucks.
Spare me celebrity status,
Of thinking my opinion on other than my main income earner,
Is better than everybody else.
Spare me celebrity status,
If it means always wanting more.
Spare me celebrity status,
That gives me an ego,
Two sizes too big,
And boots that require me to wear too pair of sox
Spare me celebrity status,
And the thought,
That I need an agent,
To rip me off.
I listen to the Leftists
I listen to the Rightists
They are not among the brightest.
The Leftists want a $15 minimum wage, a guaranteed job
For every wage-earner in the US, be he gentleman or slob.
They want free health insurance, free college tuition
They haven't the slightest economic intuition.
With all that guaranteed government stuff
Mr. and Mrs. Taxpayer will have it exceedingly rough.
Though the federal tax form itself will be razor-thin:
How much do you make? -- Send it all in!
Of course, those on the Right are not a whit better
When it comes to the President's outrages, they're aides and abettors
His insults, his outright lies, they dismiss as 'inconsequential'--
As long as stock and bond market gains remain monumental
After much consideration and not inconsiderable thought
I've reached a conclusion, one that's dearly bought:
A Pox on the Left and a Pox on the Right --
I'll not purchase a house; I'll not be a renter
I'll just pitch my tent smack dab in the Center
May 03 2018
Muqudus
Quite, gentle and little sentimental.
Lover of fascination, inspiration and liberation,
Who feels solicitousness, tenderness and at times sadness.
Who need friends to mend
And gives hugs on lend
Who fears their ill-wills
Who would like to see daffodils
Who wish to become a love earner
Lives in the city Mirpur
Shahab
that frigidly cold new year
I was the sole bread earner
with a seriously sick husband
watery soup was all for dinner
it was time for Easter
and spring break at school
my just-turned-teenager wanted to help
some extra bucks, he said, would be cool
he donned a bunny costume
white with pink ears and belly
outside the store where I worked
he stood waving to all in winds, so chilly
him handing candy to little kids
I watched proudly from the window
posing for a picture when asked
my dauntless little hero
as we walked home that evening
I saw a man in his eyes that shone
might've been a bunny to all but
I was walking my tiger home.
Written on:07/25/2016
Contest:'Walking my tiger home' by David Lindsay
Inside the room in the administrative offices floor
of a plush hotel, an unmarried middle aged lady executive,
showing a lottery ticket, told her secretary
that she won five hundred dollars. She wasn’t happy.
Inside the cold storage of the same establishment,
a male storekeeper, a daily wage earner and father of three,
was all smiles as he showed a ticket and promised to treat
his mate to a beer. He won the same amount.
Now these two anecdotes happened within the same week.
What struck me was the stark difference in their reactions
upon winning the same amount. The executive said,
“I don’t need the five hundred, I want the one million”.
The storekeeper said “Thank God, this is heaven-sent!”
Looking back, there was only one thing I thought that minute:
It takes more for those who have more in life to be thankful,
and it only takes little for those who have less to be grateful.
Who between the two has learned the secret to being happy?
15 October 2015
Giving Thanks Contest
Sponsor: Ed Ebbs
To sing was an ever present ideal
As a child would have a pretend mic and sing'
Family encouraged this budding diva
All i ever wanted to do, it was my thing.
I dreamt of singing with a band
Singing Jazz and maybe the Blues
Was sure we would make it big time
Like Ella Fitzgerals
would have loved to have been in her shoes.
Now my voice might be pleasant
Not a money earner thats for sure
If I had followed my dream i know
Would have never been rich, mostly poor
Now I sing with a mic at my pc
Not always in the right key
I enjoy what I do, the best part is
no one is here to critcise me.
I wonder why the dog lies wth ears covered
You think maybe she is trying to tell me something.
Penned 15 August 2015
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