Long Hire Poems
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In the name of peace
I will put you against a wall, shoot you blue
green and yellow with my paint until you
a white flag of surrender
I will paint blood dripping red paint on your
for hire a plane, the one that dropped a bomb
In a café in Gaza
We know where the plane's pilot lives.
If that doesn't stop you, I will obliterate you
My arsenal of drones that shot a man off
His wheelchair, pulverize your house with all
It's chattel, if that fails too, I will use nuclear
Our bombs are for peace, but yours
are for evil
Do as we tell you, or we will kill you in the
In the name of peace
My wife and I both worked at a video game store.
They closed and we're not working there anymore.
They closed their doors because of this damn Coronavirus.
We're unemployed and no other businesses are willing to hire us.
We got our twelve hundred bucks from the Government but we had to pay a hospital bill.
We're in a sinking boat and it's going down fast, I wish that the Coronavirus wasn't real.
Our families and friends can't help us and we need cash.
I'm so desperate that I'm about to do something that's rash.
I need money because I'm out of a job.
I'm in a liquor store that I intend to rob.
I just pulled my gun on the owner and he has grabbed his gun as well.
He just shot me in the chest and in a moment, I'll be sent straight to Hell.
My wife will get my life insurance money because I'm going to cease to live.
Please talk to my wife on my behalf, please beg her to forgive.
Count Dracula lives in my attic and he has a coffin for a bed.
He has bitten all of my family members and they're undead.
I've told many people but they don't believe my texts.
All of my family members are vampires and I'm next.
Dracula prowls during the night and returns before sunrise.
My family prowls with him but people think I'm telling lies.
I've kept the vampires away so far by locking my door and wearing garlic.
They haven't bitten me yet because they fear that I will make them sick.
I fear that sooner or later, I will be turned into a vampire.
I've looked online but I can't find a monster killer to hire.
I'm sick of hiding like a coward, I've had all that I can take.
I found a knife and I just got done carving a wooden stake.
Dracula is pounding very hard, he's trying to break down my door.
He has succeeded but I stabbed him through the heart and he just hit the floor.
Because Dracula was the original vampire, my family has died as well.
I feel so calm and relaxed because my life will no longer be a living hell.
He had reached his breaking point and had no reason left to live
For he ended up in the joint and twenty years the judge would give
He felt completely alone and his insides were stripped hollow
For his problems had only grown as it was his own demise that he chose to follow
So filled with hate as it overflowed in his cell
For he knew of his fate, he was headed straight for hell
Lashing out at every single chance for that was all he ever knew
Always having his stance but never really holding anything true
But one day during his daily routine and just out of the blue
A new guard he had never seen said “Could I speak to you”
“I know your anger and sense your pain for I was once in your shoes
“But in the Lord Jesus you could gain while you’re in here paying your dues”
Putting a Bible in his hand and looking him straight in the eye
He said “He will understand if just give Him a try”
Throwing that Bible against the wall and trying to spit in his eye
He said you think you know it all, I wish that you would die
“Read it” he said as he turned to walk away
Saying “For you He has bled and you really need to pray”
With two fist of rage, he yelled and then screamed out
Get me out of this cage, laughing, he said that will end my doubt
Later that night he was unable to sleep
Turning on a little light,he pulled that bible from its heap
And as he read it feeling all of his shame, words clinging to his heart
Till finally he called out His Name and that was only just the start
Out of all those women and men he saw everyday
He never saw him again, that guard who told him to pray
And when he did finally inquire as to where he had went
There was never any such new hire for that was an Angel that God had sent
Interview with The Wise Rookie
What did you think of the pitcher’s stuff tonight?
Darn good.
Yeah, his fast ball was ugly tonight.
Pure evil. I did manage
to put some wood on a change he threw
In the fifth, went for a single up the middle;
but his slider tonight was bloody wicked,
Especially when thrown down and in,
late in the count.
How do you feel about the walk-off home-run you hit tonight?
Like nothing I have ever felt before!
Just lucky I guess.
I know what Mr. Rickey said about
luck being the residue of design, and all,
But tonight I seen that hanging forkball
Come zooming in like a rocket bent for hell!
And luckily, I was able to see
the spin of that thing, and go yard this time;
I believe the pitch was a strike,
Right in there, man!
Like a peach in springtime!
It felt good hitting that thing tonight!
What do you think of all the errors you guys committed in tonight’s game?
The guys and I play a lot of games ever’ season,
and errors is bound to happen. And it seems
the errors come in bunches, and at the worst a’ times.
But you gotta buck up and play harder,
especially after you blow one with the game on the line.
But the harder you play the better the results.
Them guys is gonna make miscues.
It’s in their blood. But still, no excuses.
Gotta play harder!
Do you have any tips for younger players coming up?
Yeah, hire a CPA. And a lawyer, plus a personal assistant,
And never take the first acting gig that comes your way.
Keep it zipped at all times, both your mouth and your real zipper.
Keep it private, both your bank account
and your “thang” hiding in the shadows;
Stay in shape if ya wanna stay rich, but don’t count on it.
Average time span for a ball player? 11 years, give or take,
So invest your money once it all starts rolling in.
Don’t let it all go to your head.
Keep on learning all your life!
Stay sober-headed and be humble.
These are my tips.
Would you like to play a guess game?
What kind of the person would be like
Based on the following verbal comments
Made by people from all walks of life?
"A lousy parent, who had never driven a car."
"A bad road user, who paid no car's rego nor petrol"
"A stingy person, who never pay for one music lesson"
"A handy person who never hire a tradesman"
"A dodgy citizen, who paid no taxes but rates and levies."
"A rich and lucky person with no income nor expenses"
"A stubborn person who never changed their mind nor words"
"A rigid person who never broke their promises".
"Stingy with words, because they never used negative and abusive languages".
"A hoarder, who collected and kept everything, except living creatures."
"a loaded person, who have had everything and nothing was already plenty enough for them".
How old was the person?
Few wrinkles compared to fleckles,
Wore no spectacles, when working with needles.
Talked and walked slow, like a disable person.
Had natural teeth, needed no denture but only eating soft texture.
Drank nothing but only water.
Hardly moved their body but constantly fiddling their fingers.
Spoke lousy English but understood eight different languages.
Was targetted by many people while reaching so many targets.
Yes, that was me. I heard all of these for years.
Those words were still echoing in my deaf ears.
I'm Boss Hogg and Rosco keeps trying to eat my food.
It's been my dream to see Daisy Duke in the nude.
The Duke boys keep fighting me because I'm a crook.
If you do business with me, you're going to get took.
Lulu is my wife and she's even fatter than me.
I'm going to hire a hitman so that I can be free.
It really bothers me because Rosco is my brother-in-law.
I puked all over the floor because Lulu just took off her bra.
Rosco can't catch the Duke boys, the souped up General Lee causes him to fail.
I will see Daisy naked and I won't rest until those Duke boys are in jail!
(This poem was inspired by The Dukes of Hazzard TV show which is my 2nd favorite TV show.)
The water well
There is near the houses a deep well
you can´t stick a bucket on a rope many ropes are needed.
They used to hire a man usually the village idiot
to spend his life hauling up buckets of water.
Villagers believed the water came from the Yanjing river
A man who had gone to school disagreed; it is a deep
underground river, he said. For this, he was disliked.
One day he fell down the well, but since it was not
manmade and smooth a big stone sticking out saved him
from falling all the way down.
Broke his leg in the fall, he did.
With a dangling leg he had to claw himself up, however
they gave him water to drink, his struggle made him thirsty.
When he got out, he spoke a strange language
the villagers, thought was Chines, it never struck them
he was stark raving mad.
Now, an electric pump was installed, they saw him limping
out of the village talking gibberish.
if you wanted to dance with me
i mean really wanted to dance with me
then i would
i would dance with you
if you needed me to walk on water
i would stand there until the lake froze
then i would
i would walk on water for you
if you suggested i climb
a mountain
warm at the bottom
freezing at the peak
i'd buy you a snow globe
turn it upside down and up
hold your hand warm
watch the freezing snowfall
climb your suggestion creatively
if you mentioned
you'd like me to paint your portrait
i'd buy every different colour of acrylic paint I could find
blend them on a canvas
paint your colourful internal portrait
every crayon in the box
that's who i see
if you said move me
i wouldn't hire a truck
or even touch one stick of furniture
i would write this poem for you
put a bow on it
fingers crossed
i would move you
your lips are always on my mind
if you want a man
willing to do...
...a man...
...hold you gentle but firm
i'm here
ring in hand
on one knee
November 28 2016
I wish to be a priest no more
My heart drags the floor
Wearing black
Keeps sin from the attack
But my shield starts to crack
Life has wore me down
Observe my frown
Faith stumbles
As life crumbles
Thinking I cannot go on
Life is taking so long
Believe dashed by pain
And the stain
I'm lost
My heart pays the cost
God ignores my cry
Rain falls from the sky
Tears fall from the eye
This world is beyond me
From my mind never to be free
All the pain that there be
Life get the best
Think I have failed the test
Hungry, so cold
Have I let my soul be sold
Maybe it is because I'm so old
I do not know
But it is starting to show
The world I wanted to save
Is leading me to an early grave
So many hold life in distain
Sitting here in the rain
Wracked by pain
Seem no more do I care
Nothing is fair
Going to an adult care home
No longer can I roam
And alone I do not wish to die
For me, there is no one to cry
For I am already dead
Lost in my head
Love, not real
The pain that will not heal
I pray
Loose what I wish to say
Feel empty inside
Nowhere left to hide
Must confide
Hurts really bad
I feel sad
Nothing left for me
That I see
Life has got the better
Lost in the words of an old letter
They can make my body stronger
But I do not wish for longer
Borrowed time
Living my life through each rhyme
Life has been wasted
Love tasted
And lost
I now pay the cost
Whished for so much
Somewhere I feel out of touch
Gave away all I have had
Why am I sad
Life wins
Who is with no sins
I fall
Life seems to stall
Leaning against this wall
Struggle to stand
No one can understand
The words I say
Can no longer pray
I feel
Like I'm ill
My body dragging
My soul sagging
But why can I not just give in
The world did win
But this inner fire
Burns ever hire
Even without the desire
My will refuses to bend
Hiding from the wind
Afraid to step into the world I see
What should become of me
From life I wish to flee
I wait for my ride
Life lied
I cried