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Being an employer
is much like being a parent
we all know the saying
a customer is always right
Business fails or succeeds
on it's reputation
customers come back
to the shops that they love
I remember hearing
upset one customer
and that customer
will talk to twelve people
those twelve people
will talk to twelve more
creating one hundred and forty four
people that aviod your shop
I remember working
in a restarant
watching the manager
have ago at his employee's
angry employees
then spoke with less respect
to the customers
how many customers lost their respect
after angry employees
destroyed the company's name
todays world treat employees
with little respect
demanding more
but wanting to pay less
respect is such a little word
yet it carrys the weight of the world
Kings have lost Kingdoms
when for the sake of war
they increased tax
to pay for their soldiers
struggling family's
living in poverty
lost their respect for the kings
revolutions started
the magna carter was created
the power of the king
lost to the new concept of government
todays world would have
people reduce wages
to improve business wealth
yet struggling family's
need wages to pay
ever increasing costs
the employee is also the customer
destroying wages
also destroys the comsumer market
so many company's
avoid high costs
building their products in
third world economys
yet the want to sell their products
in industrialised countrys
sweat shops treat people like slaves
when will we grow up
respect builds business
even employees deserve respect
A connection endures,
As it's host surrenders,
To the possibilities,
An infinite world before thee.
A projected reality,
From 2 eyes i see,
A life created for me,
Stemming from the energy.
Purposely full,
Of adversity,
Diversity,
A University of knowledge.
Taking you over the edge,
Earning the wisdom,
To inspire a kingdom,
Of loving participants.
Aware of their dance,
There is a better chance,
To feel the romance,
Within their own experience.
A leap of Faith,
Most are afraid to take,
Fear of creating a wake,
A war, So much more.
For Heavens sake,
Whats it going to take,
For the levies to break,
And retake the world you create.
Would we be intelligent if we didn't wear clothes,
could intelligence evolve if we were exposed,
would it be our brain or another organ that grows,
good eyesight no sense and instinctively drove
all animals are naked
why do we fake it
concentrate longer
and more is created
God gave us fur
now we wax it off
that creates pervs
but isn't skin soft
we put on our clothes as if it's our nature
evolving intelligence to be the top creature
but walk through the wild and bump into a lion,
our intelligence looks stupid, there is no denying
You can't fight, you can't climb, you can't run,
that lion will get you and yummy yum yum
but we evolved thinking and get one last thought,
"I wish I was clever enough not to get caught"
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Oh sweet the forest path where I always meet tranquility,
Thoughts of peace that mingle with the sky above me;
A king has created a forest circle, a ring so calm,
An earthly realm, so heavenly and full of divinity and sanctity.
I draw out my muse and ponder in awe my life,
A princess born my parents tell me, now ageless is my spirit;
Roses red stab my fingers and I have bled into the earth,
And we the children of the world are free to find a path.
With him, the king and with prayers, soft, dim and whispered.
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February 1, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Prayers Soft, Dim And Whispered
Copyright Protected, ID 02-637-480-01
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
The desolate wasteland
of destitute deprivation,
traversed in tortuous trail
by my jagged life,
trying relentless
so long,
so very hard,
to flatten out
anguished angularities
of serrated mangled mind,
swirling scrunched
in the egregious
whirlpool of indignation.
Sucked into sordid abyss
of despondent delirium,
I searched out sedated
for indifferent me
the possessed passion path,
leading besotted through
the pulse of collapsed portal
to my hollow heart,
not yet filled with
the arctic mist
in prolonged dreary winter
of despondency.
The spring of yearning
came on the sly
with fervor fragrance,
drifting in furtive flutter
on the delusive wings
of transient moments,
flowing out
of the fervent flowers
of my blooming garden,
where you had flown
like a beguiled butterfly,
created the cadence
of surreal symphony,
suffusing me.
The tune harmonized
with the mesmeric music
of my longing,
enthralled emotions
danced entranced
on the ripples of rhapsody
that rolled resplendent
between you and me,
to entwine us evermore,
consecrating the cryptic concept
of metamorphic magnetism,
called love…
God has revealed Himself in Jesus
for this saviour is the living word
in the very beginning, He was with God
this word is God to deny this is absurd
In the beginning, there was God
three persons of the Trinity as one
nothing or no one else was there
eternity is God's abode with His son
God in the Word is the creator
everything created by this God alone
without Him, nothing was ever made
this Word came to this world to atone
This Word was life to the fullest
in Him alone was found real light
the very life of men was true
this God Word rose to the ultimate height
Darkness has no answer to this light
for the beam to fully shine
the darkness could not comprehend
for the Word and light together dine
(John 1 : 1-5
King James Version
1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
2 The same was in the beginning with God.
3 All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.
4 In him was life; and the life was the light of men.
5 And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
Flirting With Death, Gods And Devils
Blonde, blue eyes, tall and slim
Pretty as a picture without the wings
They go by the old names; “Lucifer’s minions”
Fellow demons on the Earth
Flirting with the boys and girls
Today, in black suits, they pray in church
Prey afterwards on lost souls
Found in corporations
They win the hearts of everyone with a wink
Gentlemen under the skin with hidden sin
As the gods they are
Never have to go too far from heaven
Gods and devils are the same
They simply operate under assumed names
We are their armies in training
Flirting with death
Is a dangerous undertaking
Created on 1/19/15 for - “Gods and Devils” – Poetry Contest
Baby birds tweet as their long skinny necks stretch towards blind faith. Somewhat frantically; newly born; next to dead; fragile existence; protected with life. Regurgitation from the same embodied mouth that an egg came from. Hidden from the world in a tree of life and chosen by the universe, without choice. Bound by instinct, life's purpose is to live. Feather light with a solid frame; wings for flight flap for unexplainable reason…; decomposers prey on the dead. Predators’ gifted with unmatched naked eye site; take life. Meaningless meanings that explanation is interrogated by; comparing this ability to fly with freedom. Arguing its merits as well; baby birds incubated from eggs rely on instinct…; unable to see with their eyelids stuck shut. Definitions define with answers…; created by a man. Facts become law. Acceptance leaves out the option of debate; born into this world with instincts and long necks…; only to rely on blind faith.
originally written in 2014 and edited today for contest
9-20-16
I am The Man on the White Horse
Who rides through your dreams,
The bells on my bridle clanging
Like shattered tambourines,
And my right hand is a banjo
And my left hand is a pick
And I bring them both together
In a fast Cajun lick
And I probe in your mind
Reach deep in your head
Searching always searching
Until you wish you were dead.
I am The Man on the White Horse
You created as your way
To sort out your thoughts
At the end of your day.
And my left hand is a violin,
And my right hand is a bow,
And I bring them together
For something sweet and low;
And your fear eases
And you gently sigh
To the soft slow strains
Of my sweet lullaby.
I am The Man on the White Horse
Whose mane is running wet
From absorbing your fears
And night’s terror sweats.
And I am moving backwards,
Or so to you it seems,
As you rise back to life
From confusion of your dreams.
And both my hands are normal
As we fade to nowhere
For you to face your new day
Free at last from your nightmares
Some of my best friends are men... BUT WOMEN!!!
When a pretty young filly passes me by, I still sit up and take notice
There are so many sweet sweet ladies here on the Soup
I've actually lost count
From way back I've always related to women better than men
What does that mean I wonder
One thing's for sure, I'm more comfortable in the presence of the fairer sex
When a sweetie gives me THAT look
I'm a goner... I melt and become a tongue-tied old geezer
My male hormones haven't stopped raging even at this MATURE old age
I still love watching pretty young things walk by
A thing of beauty unsurpassed
The most gorgeous work of art that was ever created
Some might call me a dirty old man... that's okay
I just appreciate the finer things in life
And a woman is right there at the top
I LOVE WOMEN!
© Jack Ellison 2014