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The Good - Bad Times
I wonder if you would care to take
A trip down memory lane with me
And reflect upon the bygone days
Then tell me if you might agree
Basic were our amenities then
The simple life was all we knew
To glean our needs, from off the land
Was what we sought, to see us through
Long hours and hard labor, I recall
And wages from the work was slim
Making "ends-meet", was a task
At times the future seemed so grim
Crops in the field would depend
Upon rain, sunshine and hail
Escaping frost, - always a concern
So many reasons, for all to fail
But there was contentment then
That made the bad times good
On a neighbor you could always depend
Each others problems, we understood
A handshake was the signature
Confirming the price of some land
A legal contract it was deemed
No more from each other did we demand
Locks on the doors, were not as vital
As in this "modern" day
If a stranger knocked upon your door
To open it, usually, - was OK
A child's gift on Christmas day
Though sometimes meager, it brought joy
The gleam in their eye, let you know
They appreciated, - a simple toy
Proclaiming God, was not questioned
On coin, or in the school
And there was reverence to the flag
Many adhered to the golden rule
Although the high-tech race of today
Offers some good things, it is true
There is a void, of "the good-bad times"
Those nostalgic moments, we once knew
Colan L Hiatt = 10-21-13
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Deep and Shallow he speaks of Wrestling with his own interest in mind he said of his the coompanies champion. Far from the ways of Competitive Sports Wrestling. Thats the staement that got managemnt wanting this guy far removed from the real spot light. A freckle on history's ass: spoke the Company champion who had refused to recognize the challenge. He couldn't only the company could sanction the bout since the title belonged to the company. Big Dripp chants weren't good. The promotion saw that if the challenge was meet maybe the worst part would be over.They acceptedlenge. On live tv the big Drip would sign the contract in a room electroniclly and the champion would sign in the ring, not giving the external company air time buy allowing them to pre record there challenge and awnsers until the actual day of the event. A two month promotion saw record pay per view sales.
The night of the event The Big Drip was found in the locker room beaten up. When the match was anouced he stood in the ring bruised. His challenger came to the ring and stood to a round of cheers, here the Big Drip was seen as the bad guyAfter the annoucments the promoter came to ringside with the belt in hand. and sat at the annouce tabke. The match at 25;52 had the Big Drip with a "Mussa Sirubb bodyvise" around the champions abdominon. He fell and attemped a pin. At 39:01 the Big Drip whipped the Champion into the ropes and a hand seemed to trip the champion he fell. The Big Drip droped a kneedrop he waited for the champ to rise and then while going to the ropes to try to get to the floor the promoter used the belt and walloped the champion. He fell backwards and was pinned by the Big Drip who took the belt and left the building. He did his interview in the back of a semi trailer which he used as his limo.
From that day on the Big Drip was the only recognized Champion!
Midst covenant sealed by fidelity
assured along HIS immutable Word,
I, being carnal, succumbed to luring temptation
as a faith-traitor, flirting with the world
oblivious of my vow to love GOD with all of my heart...
...Guilty was I of betraying my Saviour
grieving Him and reproaching His name---
then when I confessed* my sins and errors
He, verily faithful, pardoned me completely
along His compassion that drew me more intimately to Him.
Meanwhile, my soul languished, victimized in a scammed venture
cognizant that the culprits were whom
I considered my trusted friends, serving as vessels of blessings---
they fooled me, rendering my contract with them as futile
hence, nullifying my investments --- all by their deceit…
...Struggling hard to accept their “sorry”
I agonized bearing the load of my justice-plight
Thus, I prayed to be a true “forgiveness-giver”
Grateful to God that I received His wondrous grace...
Indeed, “To err is human; to forgive, divine.”**
*1John 1:9 If we confess our sins, he (God) is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
**Alexander Pope, in the poem "An Essay on Criticism", Part II, 1711.
February 7, 2020
2nd place, "Famous poetic lines 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 2/9/2020.
Turned and tossed like toys
Riding the mighty waves
Their master does what he wilt
To them his humble slaves
Rudely he flings their boats asunder
But calm can be his days
He is his own Master Wild
Unrepentant in his ways
His moods can change quite quickly
From sparkling blues to greys
From lapping shores so softly
To howling roaring waves
Dark skinned men with coal black eyes
Bear their humble offering
To their Mighty God of the Sea
Lowly fishing boats they bring
There are some days when kind he is
They leave with catch intact
But there are others when he demands
The rights to his contract
Their women sit on the shores
Their eyes in trance like state
They pray the Mighty Sea God
Who decides their husband’s fate
Will he be of better mood today
With offerings that they’ve sought
Garlands of scented sandal wood
From the wild woods they have brought
Dark skinned men return with catch
Bursting through the seams
With laughter ringing out they’ve come back home
In scented sandalwood dreams
...On the fourth day I awoke to
a great grizzly snuffing about,
he had smelled the blood of my wounds,
what he wanted I had no doubt.
He gave a bellow and I shot,
my Winchester I did fire,
had to empty the magazine
before that damn beast expired.
To this day I sometimes hear
that great bruin’s awful roar,
barely escaped with all my limbs,
two more days to Kennevor.
On the fifth day I ran into
a pair of bandits with cruel eyes,
They said,”Your horse, and all your coin,
or cowboy you’re going to die.”
But my pistol flashed from the belt,
before that bandit could react,
caught him had in the forehead,
he hit the ground with a hard crack.
His partner was the follower-type,
and away from me his horse tore,
these peaks have been not but trouble,
one more day to Kennevor.
On the sixth day supplies ran low,
I started feeling those hunger pangs,
the creeks all tasted sulfurous,
not fit to be drunk by a man.
I got real woozy as I rode,
hot sun beating down upon me,
almost thought it was a mirage
when tents I believed I could see.
They quickly brought me a canteen,
did not even have to implore,
a small man came dressed in a suit:
“Welcome friend, to Kennevor.”
Now after I’d rested all night
that same fellow did reappear,
said,”I have a proposition,
if you would be so kind to hear.
I’ll buy out your stake right now,
one hundred dollars for your claim—”
I pulled my gun, said,”Speak one more word,
I’ll put a bullet through your brain.
After all that I have been though
I’ll take my share of the gold ore.
You will live up to the contract,
or you will not leave Kennevor!”
The man slinked back, out of the tent,
and never spoke of it again,
I did my job and kept the peace
amongst the rough-hewn mining men.
The camp grew into a full town,
and I invested in the range,
sold land to all the settlers
who were moving out this way.
That kept me rolling in the coin
when the gold mine closed its doors,
I’ve suffered but I have become
the richest man in Kennevor.
Without arbitration( a general notion of terms)
a solution was found to appease both parties.
Separation of was is current
means to define each aspect in
both positions and then
neogate the teams from the middle.
That gave the parent company the position of
"most concerned"
allowing the new words that
were needed
to be used as part of
the negotiating strategy.
(applied 65%/85%/95%/100%)
the collaboration of the two
put the exiting contract
in dispute;
and allowed the negators to
revail the terms of the newly
proposed contract. Citing the interest
of both positions.
Fair and accurate.
Each forum and position
than was taken into account as
the new word
usage was sorted and gathered.
As we are all part of the same verse,
languages to belong by diverse.
When the pen is mightier then the sword,
rhymed words are the crown of all commerce.
Legislation and constitutions in applicable intellect,
loving words by peacemakers detect.
Therapeutic words are the guru’s mother tongue,
liberating the spirits to where they belong.
Admired by masters of philosophy in dept,
liberating the cosmic mental effect.
Love letters become the innocent testament,
marriage contract sealing the happy ever after trend.
Societies in refined approach spoke in rhyme,
mental attitude with a thought through to define.
Mechanic quick thinking is the wheel in wheel respective,
giving no room for pliable introspective.
Selected words of grace as guided meditation,
open the vaults of poor collected separation.
Books of poesy towards the child’s education,
replaced by syllabus sheets towards nullification.
The human mind without words has no image,
the system in disguise establishing the damage.
While rhymes in poetic sense by the day,
keeps all confusion at bay.
Part 2
Some of these guys were under contract we had to look into what they were doing. And what they were saying. Of the original function the goals set out by the company would be meet. They formed a union, some cursed it. Performed, planned and attribution would illustrate the needs of the many. The values of team players and supporting the position came into play. Some guys looked great on the field, but working with others often lead to weird situations. We started preaching the "reciprocal" looking for what we had put in, the values instilled by our togetherness. We started calling guys back in. I heard that some of these guys had started a Rasslin league, I wished them well, I told them' if they were under contract with us "That bolona had to stop!" Some jerk sent me a tough steak and a mallet tenderiser as a gift. I smirked a cool joke: but we had 12 weeks to get ten teams fully prepared for a fall debut. We knew from our own experiences that we could do it, we just needed it done. "Doing the damn thing" meant had every peaking order spoken and examined and putting what the players needed us to know about them and what was important to them. "Perky" Fizzer Frumpee' a canadain amatuer wrestler and a great footballer was said to had developed a concept to crown a World Champion from the group of guys he had under contract.won/one, he told me. His first champion would be the guy who lose in the big fight to determine the prize. The rubber match would actually be the championship bout in full reciprocation of the first bout. He wrote this down and showed me.1/3 x 3/1 = 1. I sad"yeah you're right that's the way it goes." Nights later I heard that a 4 week campaign to get 20,000 into a stadium worked and the bout would be scheduled as a Championship Contest to crown the World Champion. Being a guy who knew the staff I knew what was going on.
They came not with swords, but with silence and smiles,
White coats cloaked in corporate trials.
The syringe is a dagger, the pill a chain,
Each cure a contract of hidden pain.
They fed us fear in televised scripts,
Diagnosed souls with chemical whips.
And governments bowed with pockets wide,
While mothers wept as children died.
What price is health when greed prescribes?
When truth is gagged and justice bribes?
You crafted sickness, sold it as fate —
Your empire built on the breath you take.
But the dawn is rising, wild and clear,
With rebel hearts you failed to steer.
And though you wore gods’ masks to deceive,
Your time is done — it’s time to leave.
The people stir, the silence breaks,
And no amount of pills can stop what wakes.
We are the cure you never knew —
The truth that lives beyond your view.
Dearest Dragon I must confess
I think you’re the snake who’s in my dress
Didn’t you ask if I wanted to play?
;Didn’t you think it could be ‘this way’...?
Giving it a go I’m giving it game
To feel you slither along my spine
and all I want is to come aLong
while you slither into me
with your hidden rhyme
So Dearest Dragon
do let me confess
I like the way
you feel in my dress…
Your motion is slow and slightly cold
Gentle rough touch of your skin is gold
Muscles contract as I feel your tongue
Slide into me, the whisper of… “Soon…”
Reaching deep I can feel you tHere
Push of desire is the Dragon’s dare…
You came from behind, and I saw you there…
Kundalini... Dragon, do you hear?
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