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OCCUPATION DESTINATION
Hey, remember the flamboyant Mr and Mrs Black,
Heard they are back,
And in actual fact,
Mr. lost his job, gave his boss too much flak!
Employees had gone missing, it was reputed
That something strange,
Was actually in range,
The rumours could not be pinpointed or disputed!
The ‘Blacks’ had decided that their old occupation,
Was far more fun,
Son of a gun,
All this time they were in preparation!
They had looked up ancestors and kin,
Many were in Hungary India,
Greece, Bohemia and Serbia,
Their new, rather old lifestyle, was about to begin.
India was a bit far, rather the Slavic places,
Excitement was mounting,
And they began counting,
They remembered the 18th century faces!
And so, need to go into the evil and gory,
These vampires had a ball,
They had such gall,
Their pantry always full, and they, in their glory!
A little girl said to her mother one day
"Santa's not real, that's what my friends say"
Her tears welled up and she started to cry
And said" Is he real or is it a lie ?".
Her mom was shocked that she had been put to the test
And decided telling the truth would be for the best
She thought for a moment then said carefully
"Santa's spirit is real, as real as can be".
"He lived in Myra by the Aegean sea
It used to be Greece but now is Turkey
He left this life a long time ago
But not his spirit, that continues to grow".
"His name was Bishop Nicholas and wore robes of red
Was wealthy, helped the poor and made sure they were fed
He did things in secret whilst they slept in their bed
And soon people got to know about the bishop in red".
"Something else about him that people don't know
Was he came from a hot country and it didn't snow
But the story grew bigger over the years
Snow, elves and sleigh added along with reindeers".
"All over the world little girls and boys
Wake up Christmas day to lots of new toys
And everyone says that Santa has been
Presents are left but he's never seen".
"Parents leave presents under the tree
But Santa guides them with his legacy
They do it for you out of kindness and love
Under the watchful eye of Santa above".
"Santa's spirit is alive, it's certainly not dead
The world's full of people like the bishop in red
Doing good for mankind, animals as well
When you next see your friends, this story do tell".
The little girl cheered up, kissed her mom and said
"I too want to be like the bishop in red"
"When I grow up, like Santa I'll be
Helping the poor and the needy".
Just like Nicholas who performed those good deeds
Helping the less fortunate, seeing to their needs
So when you venture out help someone if you can
Be it an animal a child, woman or man.
Merry Christmas.
Written 13th December 2017
Writing Challenge - December, 2019 - I want Christmas Poems - Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode.
I've seen Paris
I've seen Greece
I've even seen Venice
money well spent
to achieve divine peace
I've hitchhiked through the desert
walked the Manhattan streets
played imaginary football with cactus
ran a marathon in a city made of concrete
met many faces
let many of them go
turned my back, without looking back
poetic verses now grow.
went to a black and white ball in the hills
played basketball in the slums
partied with many different cultures
hell, that's what makes life fun
I've seen prejudice
and all the pain it brings
I've seen blacks and Jews persecuted
in their favor i choose to sing
I've seen the religious ethics
of churches world wide
heard many sermons, different principles
i will not choose a side
traveled one hundred thousand miles
from coast to coast,
swam naked in the river Nile
invited Ghandi, played his host
I have lived in in the ghetto,
ate my dumplings fried,
spent countless nights at Hilton,
there's a limitless fortune in this mind.
Jared Pickett
10/25/04
Asavvy1
Sophie gained a MSci degree from London University,
In 2011, when she was 23, and was born prematurely,
So her Cerebral Palsy meant that post operation rehab,
Came thru the Riding for the Disabled Association, fab.
She loved Charters School, Sunningdale, an education,
And broke onto the Paralymic scene aged 16, action,
When as the youngest GB athlete in Athens, Greece,
She won a bronze on Hotstuff in the dressage piece.
The 2005 Hungary European Championships, next year,
Saw her win three gold medals, and then next again year,
The 2007 World Championships saw her win a bronze,
And in the freestyle dressage there were gold lawns!
The Summer Paralympics came round again in 2008,
But instead of the equestrian events being held, gate,
In Beijing with everything else, they were held away,
In Hong Kong, in the Olympic Equestrian Centre, way?
So determined Sophie competed in her second games,
To win an individual gold medal in the freestyle, claims,
And won a silver medal in the championship dressage,
This time on her horse Lambrusco, groomed corsage.
At this point in time in 2009, she won the MBE proud,
For her services to disabled sports, ‘cos she’s a loud,
Patron of many charities, and 2012 saw her take gold,
Once again, in the individual freestyle, postbox gold.
Sophie was given an OBE in 2013 in the honours list,
And in 2015 won a Woman of the Future Award to assist,
She works for Goldman Sachs in the financial city, hub,
With her first class masters degree in mathematics, club.
We have reached the base of the Idol
where the iron is now mixed with clay
a kingdom broken and fractured
its lack of strength in full display
There can never be any cohesion
of elements weak and debased
governments and religions so splintered
where virtue and truth is erased
Oh senate of Rome you still rule here
and golden coins her decisions make
the amalgamations of your religions
continue the confusion you create
Your churches fictions were born in Persia
and your idols birth from Egypt took root
from Greece and Rome your philosophy
and senators who lie for money your offshoot
The former fools of the court now staged
the drunken revelry of Greece and Rome
highly paid keep your citizens engaged
is the takeout they dine on at home
History now accurately documents your error
the scribes no longer paid to hide your sin
but every truth has been now recorded
into the book of time not held by men
Men live as though
no record to their life exists
that every reflection of our minds and thought
and of our bodies
not in time encased
They seem as quickly to forget
the place where all exist
in where ever is the book
of time and space consist
Our inheritance millennia's of lies
the table of the world of thought
it has twisted the aim of the target
until our own destruction will have it brought
Tis the net and web that seeks to catch us
the bait is saturated with wine and song
a cup full drunk with its inebriation
until you cannot see what's right from wrong
Every conception in time has given birth
to the ideology that has taken root in man
it has grown into the tree that has not worth
and its branches to be burned and condemned
Men lavish praise on their idols
for the trophies and the titles to win
but if it is self service that you are seeking
the table that's spread will in death end
sources , Daniel
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
IN THE SOUP
My late aunt was always getting herself in the soup,
Wanted to share this with my poetry group,
Good clients of ours we invited home for a Greek meal
But my aunt made a mistake she couldn’t conceal,
Angelina’s boyfriend was nineteen years younger,
Handsome son said my aunt, what a lucky mother.
And before I had time to give her a kick under the table
She continued to speak nonsense, when are you due,
I whispered to my mom, your sister sounds unstable,
Yes Angelina said, I’ve put on a lot of weight of late,
I can see said my aunt , but when is your due date!
My mom walked out, she was fuming, so did my dad,
I was left holding the baby, excuse the pun,
This dinner party was getting out of control, not fun
So I said to my aunt your temperature from your flu
Has made you delirious, come lie down, but we
We were not yet out of the soup, came back in an hour,
Sat down and carried on, Jenny has told me
You have our invitations for the wedding in your
Bag and the last straw was this “my commiserations”
To the boyfriend instead of my congratulations!
Fortunately my dad was filling up Angelinas glass
And the boyfriend’s with wine,
They were quite pickled when they left,
Did no recall a thing that was said,so all was fine.
Needless to say my aunt was never again invited
When guests were around, otherwise
The next time, with pleasure would have crowned
Her myself and she would also be grounded!
After my aunt and uncle had left, we laughed hysterically
Because all was in fact said naively, not hypocritically!
English was not her mother tongue, recently
Came from Greece,
And wanted to make conversation and please,
Nothing was said intentionally.
You said:
You look like you've been hurt before,
Drowned before you could reach the shore.
I replied:
My father was my first heartbreak,
My uncle was my second,
I was neglected and never reckoned,
If you'd ask me how I am I'd say I'm fine,
I can love you even after knowing that you'll never be mine.
Loneliness lurking in crowd,
Voices in my head, so loud,
Rivers in my eroding eyes,
To my heart, nothing satisfies.
I'm rotting and wearing a mask full of smiles,
I don't know what in the future for me lies,
I am so scared of life,
I can't even imagine being
Somebody's lover or wife,
Everything seems unreal I'm seeing,
who am I? Who am I being?
I'm getting tired of it all,
Always breaking like a porcelain doll.
Hold me tight,
Before I shatter at your feet,
Don't let me out of your sight,
As long as you hear my heart's beat.
Hear me, hold me tight ,
Because I'm so scared of the night.
Console me, oh, please,
So that I might be at ease,
I'm wearing pearls of peace,
And take me to Greece,
Before my breathings cease.
I'm complicated and crazy,
My thinking, breezy and hazy,
Understand me, can you?
Don't leave me without a clue,
I'm a starry night, mazy and forlorn,
I don't even know why I was born.
I'm an abandoned bleeding sea, without a heart,
Pathetic palpable ardent art,
Who talks to the moon,
A glass shard and longing loon.
Save me from me, I , mine,
Words won't come out,
My drenched teary eyes whine,
Can't you hear the slurry shout?
So, hold me,
Don't break the promises,
You told me.
I'm a shattered vase
Everything is scattered
from Italy to Greece
But I still have to make it to France in one piece.
Because I simply don't have the time.
I already played hooky with Tweedledee today
and Tweedledum is never going away,
so I killed them both in the same hour
Gave each half a grave, they share one flower.
I simply don't have the time
to get another
besides, I was a vagabond
long before that crime.
I deserted allies, survived on lies. The world takes a tooth, I take two eyes.
I'm simply not the kind of guy
to wait and see who meets the eye
I simply don't have the time!
I don't!
and what joke is this?
That I should dance like a good little show monkey
Or eat salaries for the rest of eternity?
That I shouldn't walk out right now?
Wait, okay fine.
Here's two cents for your time.
Keep them fresh and clean since pennies are going fast.
Sell em for any amount of cash
I don't care, it's none of my damn business.
You can take those 2-3 business days
and shove em where ever it will take
4 score and 7 years to get it in the toilet, and a Trail of Tears.
Because like I've said about a dozen times, I simply don't have the time.
Because like I've said about a dozen times,
I don't.
I never lied or joked about it
because it takes time that I don't have.
Socrates and Cicero
incorporated civility as a powerful, effective tool
in their poetry and dialogues
to smite the unsound ways of the sly fool.
Today our society
snaps with anger at such wise thoughts,
having little regard
or respect for its laws, and so disobedience
grows at an alarming rate,
to set up garrison; and would the modern
barbarians absorb the substance
of the proposed, logical ideas?
Cognizance is learned by knowledge and deed!!
Any Nation embracing civility
can guarantee its citizens order and harmony,
and as a matter of conscience,
its a rendition of many values not coercing
a free spirit, but allowing it
to coexist to make many, who rebel, cogitate.
Civilization can't survive,
if its pillars don't rest on its foundation as Greece
and Rome did! Do we despise
them with smirks and smuts, not appreciating
what made them truly great....
assuring everybody peace and prosperity?
Good, lovable and fair parents
raise virtuous children to be beacons of morality,
and does faith contribute to their
well-being by instilling in them amorous sentiments?
We have seen courageous men
and women defend their right to choose,
to exist without being imposed restrictions...
and they succeed in their quest!
All that Mankind wishes and dreams
can be achieved by being trustworthy and diligent;
greatness awaits those holding up
those values that still are a society's secular dream.
physical form anchors reality
By: Professor Uxas
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In ancient Greece: Farmers built wooden statues
of Priapus, the god of fertility and viticulture,
to protect crops and scare away animals This tradation
was still used when these farmers came to America
. They settled in places and grew Sorghum × drummondii,
or Sudan Grass Ducks, geese, quail, doves, and various
backyard birds like sparrows eat Sudan grass seeds and the culm
Erecting a scarecrow taller than the 7 to eight feet stalks helps
fear off these bird who feast on the seeds and plant it self.
In 2027 a sceintist had a plan to create a scarecrow
that could be used at night. It would be a robot that creeped
alongside with the animals to scare them off. Ussing his knowledge and
standing true to his feild, he used the teaching from LuthorCorp. College,
where he had a degree in Robotics Engineering. He first created a simulation
using his computer. Rigging: Building a digital skeleton hierarchy of joints
and bones inside a 3D model so it can be posed and moved He then created the robot. It needed an itellegent software to allow it to almost micmic a human Biomimetic humanoid
he stride to have the robot as creature like as possible but in a human like way". Features were created and borrowed he said". To the warning of his assists, who warned against certain upgrades and patent violations ".Human-like and autonomous robots are becoming dangerously capable as they enter public spaces and battlefields with limited safety regulations and unpredictable behaviors" said one who wished to be removed from the project.
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