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A Gangster's Cry
Everyday gangs loses one of their own, all for the selfish intent of wanting the throne.
Battle after battle, can't rest easy at night, blood stained hands after a deadly fight.
Wondering if tomorrow is gonna be a better day, all he can do is kneel down and pray.
It seems that a gangster's life is fun from an outsider's view, if only they can last one day in his shoe.
On the run from the cops for stealing a dime, oh how he just wants to party and have a good time.
He cries knowing that this isn't the life he longed for, just a family to love admire and adore.
Pills to make painful memories disappear, but these memories just keep on living and reappear.
Calls from the boss and long chats over the phone, he becomes mentally unstable and cannot bare it alone.
From being weak to a strong member of a gang, to a gun to his head and an aftermath of a loud bang.
This is the life of a gangster, don't waste your time with all this trauma.
Live a honest and happy life with friends and family.
A message from a guy who is now free from his misery.
Three men went hiking one day
Arriving at a raging river in play
To each other "hey boss
How the hell do we cross
Get on your knees, we have to pray"
So the first one gets down on his knees
"Please lord, help me to cross it please"
Giving him strong arms, strong legs
Never let it be said
Nearly drowning, he now crosses in freeze
So the second who now stands on the bank
Trying to cross, he now throws a blank
To his lord he now asks
"A canoe for my task"
Nearly capsizing he crosses with thanks
So the third asks for intelligence
For his lord to make him see sense
Into a woman he's turned
Read the map she's now learned
Up river, there's a bridge there thence
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Almost
Decided to make that post
A tweet
That I thought would put on the heat
Entire world could read it
Some may say to me ‘beat it’
Wanted to get things off my chest
Since my blood pressure it did test
Almost I did this vengeful act
Based on an opinion feeling and not fact
Resulting in a meeting where the boss would give me the sack
I said I almost did something like that
Confessing to being a trolling rat
Instead, I caught myself as I sat
And cleared my mind
Decided to decline
Making that post
To the social media ghost
And in the end
No need to defend
My keyboard used instead of a pen
Work I deleted not pressing the button send
So, I will honor my duties of formal host
Giving the award winner the special toast
No telling them what I honestly felt
As they fill their money belt
Tightened in a way
Where it would stay
Silent and quiet
Not stirring any tabloid circus riot
Am I committing a crime worthy of an arrest?
Fibbing about whom was the actual best
In a situation that truly is a mess
Ready to confess
Unless
I went through
With what I was going to do
Almost
Post
About why I did not want to be the tuxedo wearing entertaining host
The boss is coming to school today.
Hooray hooray hooray hooray
I used to like him a bunch, I really did.
But this year he’s fallen into quite a skid.
Being a school counselor has challenges enough.
But being assigned to two schools is more than tough.
My health is going down, my energy depleted.
I am not happy to see him, blaming him as I’m defeated.
The boss is coming to school today
I might want to stay at home, I truly might.
The boss is coming to school today.
I do not want to see him, things are not all right.
Being a school counselor has paperwork galore.
I hate paperwork; it is something I deplore.
I never had to do this double work before.
He who assigned me this, I’d like to wipe up with the floor.
The lies hidden in the truth
What could be worst
When truthful kindness shared
brings Bitter ness
What could be better
To be truthful
To live in poverty
Or live by fasle lies
To achieve an easy
Material success
So when i listen to
The boss
How sweet his tongue
Rolls
With his opinion
I could hear the lies
Hidden in his truth
The lies hidden in the truth
Everyone has an opinion
And there lies there truth
Despite even when it wrong
Is ovious humans cant live
Without dreams
Too many goals everywhere
So tomany challenges is
Aline with reaching our goals
So when i listen to the truth
Nowadays
I hear too many lies
Hidden in the truth
Cos humans are not patience
Anymore
As is easy to lie
Than say the truth
So lies are always todays
Popular truths everywhere
The lies hidden in the truth
Too many minds are in needs
So Too many souls are desperate
Desperate to reach a goal
Is same every where
This never ending desire
Where hopes are high or low
Humans still never will stop
This circle life
That always brings us close
To a hard way
So we are out of patience
Searching for a way out of our
Ugly reality
Is been never an easy life anymore
Not since we realise in so many believes
we have known
Lies too many
Lies hidden in the truth
Where is your costume? This question comes from my boss, who is dressed like a mouse
With a cookie.
Best of all, she has brought us all cookies.
I have already eaten mine, and it was scrumptious.
I do not say I did not think it was fair for teachers and the principal to dress up when children cannot
Today, Halloween, so I do not say anything, lamely pointing to my zebra costume as she is my principal.
Why are you not wearing it? The Mouse with the Cookie queries.
That is easy.
I have a very serious talk coming up in three minutes with the fifth graders about anti-bullying
And Title IX law.
The law that says bullying and discrimination are against the law.
So I have a great out.
I explain this.
Understood.
The day runs smoothly until I explain Title IX law and a fifth grader asks me, “Why can
The President bully people and make fun of them if it is against the law?”
So much for a smoothly-run day.
He fell in love with the blue arching
He fell in love with his hair standing on end
He fell in love with the power
And he fell in love with you.
He never chose to leave, but his job
Took him away.
Every day he risked his life,
Never making a mistake.
He went out in the rain,
And always came home.
He went out in the snow,
And always came home.
He went out in the lightning, sleet
and storms, and always came home.
On a routine day, with the sun shining,
the clouds rolling by, and the shift
almost over, he didn’t make it home.
There is no rhyme or reason, it was his time to go.
But he didn’t chose to leave you.
Questions remain unanswered,
Prayers remain unheard,
How’s and whys linger in the air
No one there to respond.
A mistake? A Miscue? A Slip? A Fall?
A death, never to come home again.
His last thoughts were of you,
I’m sure, and little ones left behind.
But he never chose to leave you.
Someway, somehow, someone, somethng
took him from you.
Somewhere, sometime, it will be easier
To let him go, knowing
He didn’t chose to leave you.
His friends will come calling
to explain his love of the power.
His coworkers will stop by
To explain the love of hair standing on end.
His boss will call on you
To explain how well he handled the blue arcing.
But no one will explain
Why he left you.
Remember him as he was, strong
Dependable, your lover, your friend.
Remember him as he was, kind, gentle
A loving father to those kids.
Remember him as he was, dedicated,
Driven, a worker whose career was cut short.
Remember
He didn’t chose to leave you.
Often times referred to as the head of the house,
We have no say unless the boss has her say first.
Yet in this gentle dance of love and order,
A father stands with steady, patient grace.
Role model for growing successors,
He walks the path so they may follow true.
A source of diffused wisdom with the Lord's help,
He offers guidance born of faith and trial.
Daughter's favorite person,
Whose arms bring comfort, whose words bring light.
Son's favorite emulator,
Whose steps they watch and seek to match with might.
Placed by God as the nucleus of the family,
He holds the center with humble, quiet power.
Through laughter shared and burdens gently borne,
He reflects the Father's endless, steadfast love.
On this day we honor you, dear fathers near and far,
For every sacrifice made in silence,
For every prayer whispered in the dark,
For every lesson wrapped in daily care.
May the Lord who placed you in this sacred role
Fill your heart with peace and joy untold.
For in your strength, we see His hand at work,
A blessing to your home, a gift to this world.
Happy Father's Day.
Man I should have learned astrology the reading of the universe, stars, moon dew on the ground
Now I’m lost and my cell phone won’t give me no signal
I just an elf
And I’m just a wondering/wandering down these snow covered streets
Not having a clue where’s is the directions North, South, West or East
Not if the horizon line is in the middle
And I wind up in the same little city
What town is town, where’s my map where is East and where is West
I’m so just depressed, all that’s left I guess is to chuckle and giggle and sing this little ditty
While I’m lost and feeling so silly
I sing...
O, I fell out the back of the shed, I’ve lost my way
I’m lost and cold
I want to go home
Where’s the boss, Santa’s not lost
He’s flying somewhere in the atmosphere
I’m lost and cold
I want to go home
My ride is gone, I’m all alone
My cell phone signal, no longer comin
What’s with google maps
Guess I just keep walking these laps O
I’m lost and cold
I want to go home
Where’s the boss, Santa’s not lost
He’s flying somewhere in the atmosphere
I’m lost and cold
I want to go home
I fell off the back of Santa’s sleigh
I didn’t wanna come out in the cold anyway”
This kind citizen comes and warms me
With a hot cup of hot-tea
Puts me in his wagon and takes me to his home
Walks He eventually helps you locate Santa
over to the land-line dials the phone
The kind man says what the matter
He eventually helps me locate Santa.
12/27/19
For The Singing Elf Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri |
My best friend is one color, I am another.
We are soul sisters, cousins, we love each other.
We are treated differently by people who do not know us at all.
But judge us on skin color, which is so ignorant, it’s small.
She tells me she has to warn young men to be careful and clean.
They will be stopped for stuff others might have never even seen.
She tells me that her students are afraid of the police.
They have seen what some will do, and it is not keep the peace.
Told her about a disappointment I had once, when I really wanted a job.
Boss chose man with specific skin color, to prove she was not a snob.
I had done this job as a volunteer for about twenty-eight hours a week.
They hired the other person, who kept my job for barely a week.
My best friend and I have some lessons and stories to tell.
We know each other beautifully, soul cousins, we know each other well.
We do not generalize “all whites or all blacks”
Because we are best friends, and have each other’s backs.