Long Consignment Poems
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Puffing languidly by blowing the whistle, there came
the mementos of zig-zag meter gauged companion,
The first consignment on the railroad track, locomotives shipped from the United Kingdom,
by crossing 586 bridges, beautiful Himalayan Mountain Ranges,
37 tunnels of major attractions arrived at the destination,
A first venture, to boost up the drop's tea and coal transportation.
That day, a track known as Brahmaputra Valley,
literally airdropped as an island railway went conversion,
became history to usher the broad gauge interconnectivity of the remote region.
Eleven years later in 1892, thousands of men and women
gathered to cast the last glimpse of the railway track
at the eastern part of the Indian Continental,
to become the witness of the track's last communication.
An emotional moment, when the train ran for the last time
on the 115 year old meter gauge line
by flagging and blowing the last whistle of the dominion.
To bid tearful, joyful adieu to the first whistle
of the last morning, on the old track of the 65 km
railway line, inaugurated in 1881, in the so called
Land of the Raising Sun as commemoration!
I was on consignment;
I co-created in alignment also reminded;
Of the highest power;
Within the hour;
For just…
For the gift that I give you;
I fondly approach so approve;
This my eternal love view;
I were a flame;
Justice the fire;
That touch the desire
Of the highest power;
Just for…
Just for you I shall do
This any and everything
This that is the gift I give to you
Is faithfulness
Forgiveness
And a bountiful love from my spirit, mind and soul
I was on consignment;
I co-created in alignment;
Of the highest power;
Within the hour;
For just…
For the gift that I give you;
I fondly approach so approve;
This my eternal love view;
This I have for you a gift that I give so true;
My gift of God for you;
7/1/21
For The Gift That I Give You Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose |
I pawn my prayers for a handful of hunger and the clerk calls it salvation.
One's halo's on hire purchase cracked chrome still sticking on the devil's desk.
I trade mercy by the minute marked down,moth eaten!,mislabeled as hope.
My heartbeat haggles with hell drumming debt into my desperate dawns.
My tears come with interest,each drop a receipt stamped *Final Hell.*
The Spirit goes AWOL on paydays,replaced by plastic faith and payday psalms.
Heaven's door has a coin slot but my pockets cough only dust.
I'm a ghost on consignment groaning in gospel tones for one more breath of grace.
Angels appraise my agony and cry,"too used,too human,too late."
I sing in chains proud and penniless,a prophet of pawned redemption, my soul on layaway.
He goes through each day
obsessing over how to
increase his earnings.
Times are hard.
He's drowning in debt;
his bills gradually piling up.
Creditors bug him so much,
he feels like screaming;
soon landlord will come knocking.
He consolidated his loans;
it hasn't made much of a difference
He asked his boss for overtime,
nothing doing.
He applied for a second job,
no dice. He's still waiting for a call back.
He wants to start a home business,
but doesn't enough start up cash.
Desperation is gradually setting in.
He's put unneeded clothes
on consignment,
he's holding garage sale,
rationing food,
clipping coupons,
exercising for free,
shopping in thrift stores,
bicycling to work
and he's cut cable television
down to basic. Anything...
to decrease his spending.
Date written: 03/09/2021
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He wants you to find ten instruments and there price
buy them and evalute there sound
and effectivness as it relates to what is needed.
record the sound and anyilize it's richnees
depth tenorishness and bassiic value.....
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i don't know what I'm getting my self into
i don't know what's making this thang tick
it's quite relevant to such conclusions
sift the sand see what we get
Wrong tool
The not a good fit
It doesn't match
mismatched to
what the hell is this?
All gear, no idea
Got me barking up the wrong tree
make feel like a fish outta water
looky here, looky here
what's that I see
All for you and what's for me, we gotta
checkout this scenario
whats the deal, let's be real, come on ya'll
do the thing and let me know.
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An A in Retail Assessments
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