Here sir, facts from fiction ferreted,
Analysed, all added A to Zed,
Here sir, your lion’s share,
Ready your stamp to bear,
Vision’s all, Sir, ye need here to add.
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This is how a planning head approached his boss with his idea of a strategic plan on which the boss was supposed to add his wisdom. But no, a boss is one that gets things done, doing bare little himself. He is a guy that grumbles and he did: I know I always get to do the hardest part! ________________________________
Humour | 01.03.2016 |Limerick
Some parts have regenerated
not backwards, local history
cannot be expunged with a backhoe and eraser.
There are facilities, collection plants,
distributions centers, storage units.
Where once summer sky’s grazed
there are mechanical cows
and the rusting bull horns of the defunct.
Creeks and backwaters
limp through new tracts where above ground pools
snort weekend waves.
The hunting of discarded artifacts
keeps idle hands busy.
Self-taught archivists plunder each other
for the re-purposeful or uselessly rare,
indeed the useless is now prized
as a future barter.
Pigs and chickens are hidden
under muddy blue or grey plastic sheets.
Farms lean away into makeshift facsimiles
of yesterday.
Of course there is the mail,
parcels arrive with a smile,
then contents are ferreted away
until more garage space can be reimagined.
It is a fair, windy, open place;
it is what a native people
tried once to explain to us In their legends.
of course they never spoke
of strip malls or industrial parks,
but in their own, less cluttered language,
they did point the way to our own
pointless purgatory.
Rag doll, received, ready for play, except for her tatterdemalion dress.
Yet this child, of doleful tears, hugs tight her ragamuffin, sans regret.
Sweet child, with soiled cheeks, sings sweetly in whispered tweets.
The final gift ferreted from under the giving tree, was meant just for her.
She asked of her mother, who listened feverishly, then perished forever.
How odd, but not to her, the calico dress, just like the one she last hugged.
10/24/2017
Nette Onclaud’s 6 To 8 Contest
Fear hides within levity
by poking fun at itself.
Yet there’s no sanctuary
and it’s quickly ferreted out.
It freezes time and kills dreams
adding a chill to each breeze.
And makes us feel fallible
testing our humanity.
No security blanket
can keep it at bay for long.
And when it enters our hearts
we break into a cold sweat.
It’s a feeling we can't curb
festering inside of us.
And it influences our lives
though few will admit to it.
Longevity inherited?
Brevity touches many
Strong constitution cherished
This world without pollution envy
Quality of life is a favor ferreted
Those who desire quanity and quality plenty
Desired to live to a hundred
Wired to be one- hundred- twenty
Life cut short for mankind, have wondered
Someday answers find, scripted plenty
When the whole world has been plundered
Will longevity belong to any
Finis'
Contest:Quartets
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst