Long Advisers Poems
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Winnie the Pooh is invited
A fictional figure, a child’s
Friend and now a king’s witness
No sword heaved from a stone
A cuddly toy bear among the elite
More important than you or me
More relevant, than economy.
A leader living a child’s fantasy
The king’s clothes of equal absurdity
Yet the reality, covered in pomp
Advisers see nothing wrong or
Too sycophantic; just go along
A coronation, sing his favourite hymn
Poor bonny prince, lonely, soul.
Imaginary friends answering the call
Crowning a commonwealth leader
What would your friends think?
Carry a teddy to the office on Monday
Unemployment the following week
Yet the king will sit on his throne
His wife and Pooh to share his power,
Riches, palaces and home. Reassures
The country's confidence in the few.
God save our 2.2 king and of course, Pooh.
David Cox 29/04/23
While I'm not so sure
I would go so far
as to exchange our WhiteHouse Prince
with our homeless shelter Paupers,
I would support
a matriarchal unlobbied petition
that our WhiteHouse Prince
could best reside in nearby resonant shelters
where he will find all the advisers
and secretaries
and counselors
he may need,
and more,
about what not to do
to further offend
those who could never afford
even a part-time lobbyist,
much less an ecopolitical therapist.
A Prince among Paupers
is what I patriotically seek
to relearn by listening
to Mother Earth's hard cooperative lessons
in what is a cultural climate of and for health
and what are failing economic landscapes of pathology,
disinvestment away from well-sheltered regenerativity.
Carlos: Do you think we’ll get away with this?
Don Juan: I tricked you into coming to this desert shack, didn’t I?
Carlos: I mean … Do you think we’ll make any money?
Don Juan: A bunch! I make it up; you write it down.
Carlos: How do we start?
Don Juan: “There was once a prickly pear who fell in love with a magic toad …”
Carlos: Wait a minute! My advisers won’t go for that!
Don Juan: OK. How about … “There is a hidden self, that’s Nagual-magical, connected to the entire universe to be unleashed by not-doings?”
Carlos: Wow! Heavy! Tell me more.
Don Juan: (setting his pseudo-profound bull generator to 'start')
“… Rebirth is the hidden knowledge of universal understanding and of us. You and I are storytellers of the universe. The goal of inner Nagual impulses is to plant the seeds of liberation rather than failure. We are being called to explore the galaxy itself as an interface between conscious living and unconscious sharing. By flowering thusly, we exist while manifesting the dreamtime. Nothing is probable: try or try not.”
SOLOWISE
Traceable son of Adam
Blood-lined to royalty; heir apparent to the throne
He has everything easy for him as he pleases
Amongst different choices, he chose wisdom first
The elders said he was humble and not greedy
Maybe the greedy and the arrogant would have chosen differently
The righteous praises him for his act of righteousness
God admired his spirit of selflessness and simplicity
In such surprise; he was blessed with added gifts
To him who has; more shall be given.
Just as the bird can’t beg for wings to fly
The fish can’t wish to swap water for land
He couldn’t ask for what he already has that is his right
Many would do anything just to be a king’s son
An opportunity the fowl would embrace to be a raven
By being that which we wish; we are satisfied
If not completely; at least to a measurable degree
A bastard born of royalty in royalty blood
If my father is rich, powerful, prosperous and respected
I the son, am the same; I am my father’s son.
Grant me one wish
I will make the one wish no one would
Yet, I asked for that I do not have
To be king, I am the richest
Being king, I am most powerful
Being king, I will need many advisers
Why have so many advisers; when I can have wisdom
Being king guarantees me no wisdom that is mine
To have that I don’t have; I could only ask for it
That in itself is wisdom.
Lordvip
We've been imprisoned in our own homes
to fight a disease so devatasting,
and the impact on our well-being
is depression and solitude distancing lives!
How delightful was to take a stroll in Manhattan,
view the tall skyscrapers while munching on a honey bun!
People were cheerful and always said hello,
where did our genuine happiness and positive attitude go?
Wearing a face mask is a requirement,
don't walk into a supermarket without it:
you'll be forbidden to enter the premises;
be very considerate, think about others!
Health advisers promise a possible vaccine
by the end of this year and it shows promise,
the pandemic is spiking, children aren't immune;
will they go back to school and happily commute?
I have applied for a new job to beat boredom,
age is not a factor when you got the enthusiam;
staying at home ages your body and makes you weak,
I have to rejuvenate myself and not become a freak!
Ah, yesteryear as we remember it is missed and wanted again,
only viewed into the mirror of consciuosness when joy excited us!
Can it be revived and be ours again after this deep crisis?
Ah, all these reminisced memories conjure us to a speedy return!
Footloose as a child I played games
dancing barefoot in the rain
shoes were only restrictive pain;
too soon I grew
baring everything I was taught and knew
life and friends were a parting few remembered true.
Today I'm older wiser
given to memories lost advisers
with responsibility rising like a geyser;
taking hold of life
in face of reality's spite
surpassing the journey's strife.
In time I suppose
I'll slip into more easy repose
and breathe in all taken and chose;
letting fancy free
be the surviving part of me
missed in youth drifting on the open sea.
For the time being
I'll love and laugh at all I'm seeing.
Job indeed was a true man of God
one who always sought God to please
in his early years lost all he had
but kept his integrity always on his knees
Turmoil entered his mind later
but found good advice hard to find
all his advisers were no benefit
for indeed showed an unloving mind
Satan attacked him like no other had
having God's permission to do all but kill
in this turmoil Job couldn't understand
for God's ways mysterious causing ill
But Job knew man as sinful
still he hoped in the eternal one
for one day God would indeed judge
putting all things right His will be done
Job knew truly his redeemer did live
for he indeed would stand on the last day
his miserable comforters would be gone
but he will clearly see God that he may
In his latter days Job was blessed
far more than in all his life
God tried him purifying his very soul
perfecting his servant by divine knife
i could talk more
you could express less
i could contribute more
you could give less
we are at our best in the center of our love
here is where we compromise the best
our friends have all aged quickly due to personal breakups
here we are still together by learning from their mistakes
we work everyday to make our longevity better than the day before
we must be doing something right because here we are in each others arms still
now we are the counselors and advisers sipping coffee, making faces,
and saying 'DAMN!' both aloud and to ourselves
our Full Circle has come a long way from hemisphere constipation
and to think, we loathed each other when we first met
then again, THAT was the Beginning Glue that held us together
all we did was Upgrade The Brand throughout the years,
and i will happily Upgrade To Heaven with you as you will the same with me.....
Illegal immigration from Mexico, I don’t know what to do
Shall I send the military into Canada or try to invade Peru
My time is almost over, my term is almost done
Eight years of dumb decisions has been a lot of fun
The economy is fine, so why do the people feel drained
I checked with my advisers and not a billionaire complained
Don’t ask me for the truth, to tell it’s not my place
Besides, I wouldn’t know the truth if it slapped me in the face
In my lifetime being president was my biggest thrill
I ran the country like a ski resort, everything down hill
I’ve helped the corporate thieves and pirates acquire wealth untold
Then I robbed the common people, their security I sold
They asked what the biggest problem I’d face leaving after eight years
It’s walking upright like a man and getting the sand out of my ears
The damage I did to the country is no longer a mystery
I am the worst elected leader in American history.