Long Jobs Poems
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I can't understand
why all governments
wouldn't support my ideas
they get into power
based on the promise
of creating work for our people
they get into power
based on promises
that improve our lives
encouraging people to invest
creates company's
the more company's you create
the more tax the government gets
the less unemployment you have
the less the government has to pay
investing improves lives
people get into stealing
selling drugs
and crime to make money
teach them to create jobs
and they make money
by helping others
reducing crime
investing improves lives
people with jobs
build houses
a healthy building system
makes a healthy country
people that have money
to feed their families
are more settled
reducing anger about injustice
if other countries have money
they can afford to buy
your products
helping each other become successful
creating work in africa
creates customers in your future
creating peace creates futures
granted you can't sell guns
but you can sell chocolate
grated you can't sell bombs
but imagine just what you can sell
and how many jobs that would create
My Father in Heaven
we are your children that you watch over.
In Matthew 7:7; Jesus says,
"Ask, and you shall receive,
seek, and you will find,
knock, and it will be opened".
I come to you to ask,
to give us strength and peace
you can only give.
Our World is in so much chaos, fear, and confusion,
everyone seems to be drowning.
Some are saying,
our President is destroying our America's economy
and some are wanting our president to resign.
Our last president almost started a coup attempt
and divided our country with hate.
COVID-19 pandemic outbreak
has caused so many to lose their jobs;
their employer closed or lost business
due to the pandemic, and so many have died.
Our children have been exposed to gun violence.
There have been twenty-seven school shootings this year.
Where is the modeling at home and our schools?
Then there is the war in Ukraine,
and their surrounding neighbors;
one of the most brutal battles in Europe.
Please, Father, open everyone's heart
and poor your loving heart into their souls.
Let there be peace, love, and faith for all.
Only by your power Lord
Amen
6/13/2022
Ask and You Shall Receive' Matthew 7:7
Leviticus 19:18
Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against any of your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the LORD.
The beauty of a honey bee hive
Miss queen how do you keep
These workers in order
Everything has to come together
In preparation of this honey to thrive
A constant temperature to keep
On hot days you say some of you all have to get out
While on cold days they come together
In One harmony and Accord flapping wings
To bring warmth and comfort
Some specialize in sealing out the cracks
So moisture does not destroy
While others make a insulation
Many fly around seeking tasteful flowers
So many jobs of these bees but they
All come together in knowing their part
To think of all the workers that worked
To not see the reward of this honey
But they knew this was for the true honey
That would give life unto many generations to come
Now ,the Ones after this Has been completed
Have been given access to taste this honey
And say this honey is good
Why, are so many still trying to make their own
For the word of God is true honey
Made Complete by the inheritance
Of the promised Spirit to reign within
We seem to be in cycle of bad luck,
And with the number of broken mirrors that I have noticed lately,
Not counting car mirrors, (I hope they don't count),
Because if they do we will be in a seven year cycle of bad luck,
Til forever.
I wonder if that is the cause.
All I know is that life seems so fragmented these days,
And if some of us didn't know how to sew things together,
Make our own glue,
Know how to battle it out with a roll of cello tape,
Tie a deal together,
Run a telephone tree,
Have a magnetic personality,
Or have reliable contacts in the glass industry,
The size of our paddle would not matter.
So please stop smashing mirrors,
Until we can find a suitable replacement for glass,
That is both shatterproof and environmentally friendly,
And make it soon,
As each day the battle with cello tape becomes a little bit harder.
String is no longer as strong as it used to be
The cracks are appearing faster than I can paper over them,
Five-minute jobs are almost non existent,
And people keep standing on the glass,
Before I can pick it all up.
I have tried google for a solution but mirrors must get broken,
In the virtual world too,
As the internet seems to be,
More fragmented each day,
And the broken glass there just as sharp.
the Lord gives us new jobs
to bring comfort to others and
to show how much that they are worth
just caring and sharing goes a long way
to give a smile to show God Loves them every day
to be willing to go thee xtra mile
will make the rewards far more worthwhile
in my new job i will work hard
and be there when they call
for God's love isn't for one
God's Love is for all
I will be helpful in eevrything that I do
and will be great to see how God will bless each and eevry one of you
so when I come to pray#i'll ask the Lord that I will do the ebst that I can every single day. Amen.
1 corinthians 15 v 58 So, my dear brothers and sisters, be strong and immovable. Always work enthusiastically for the Lord, for you know that nothing you do for the Lord is ever useless.
Lazy people want much but get little,
but those who work hard will prosper.
proverbs 13 v 4
proverbs 21 v 5
Good planning and hard work lead to prosperity,
but hasty shortcuts lead to poverty.
2 peter 1 v 10 1 So, dear brothers and sisters,* work hard to prove that you really are among those God has called and chosen. Do these things, and you will never fall away. 11 Then God will give you a grand entrance into the eternal Kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen
it's about time I pick you up from the bottom
because you'll make it a problem
I evolve them
come back at me with issues, I solve 'em before you got to 'em
paid a price but i not the one who bought 'em
spit it out because you can't even swallow them
Hastily, they look at me like i'm shady but they do not pass because there is no grading me, let them es be afraid of me
let us watch what the world has made of me
do not look down because there is no degrading me
can't you see how i rock at the top, this rhythm non stop like a bubble pop,pop
everywhere i go i explode, i got melody, i got flow
bring it down real low, i fly solo, hey yolo
I only live once surrounded by stupidity and little s pulling whack jobs and crazy stunts, I'm on the hunt
let's take a shot at some new rhyme, can't escape this time
you fall right into the line of fire
you wanna be someone I admire? do you have what it takes to take down a whole empire?
or are you a liar?
you think you're hired?
es take the burn while i'm on fire
are you getting tired?
es still wired making circuits spark, set me on drive while you still in park
you don't even move you don't even start
so little gas in you you can't even fart
I'm custom made, you just a bunch of spare parts
I am the bones and blood of the system and you don't even have a heart
i pump it and thump it while you cant even bump it, you stump it.
you're just common trash and now we dump it.
march 28th, 2025
"Dump It"
When I was twenty-two and lived
In Israel for a spell,
I needed cash and got a job
In a small seaside hotel.
We worked in teams to clean the rooms;
We vacuumed, dusted, scrubbed -
The hardest work I’d ever done
(‘Til teaching, when I subbed).
One little tidbit I recall
Involved the bathroom goals -
Fresh towels, washcloths, bath mat
And new toilet paper rolls.
We never left a started roll
Nor tissue box half-filled,
For seeing something someone used
Would make guests less than thrilled.
I doubt if that’s the case today.
Though I don’t really care,
In my current hotel bathroom,
Two half-rolls were hanging there.
The streets grow loud with the tambour of laughter.
In the normally quiet witching hour, carols tumble, unplanned, from merry crowds.
Even the stoic gendarmerie patrolling the Champ de Mars are showing their smiles.
For it’s almost Christmas.
Servants, having gotten their Christmas bonuses,
practically dance the mahogany halls,
crowned in festive paper ivy and borrowed silver bells,
humming in merry misrule - as if all rank has turned topsy-turvy.
Downstairs, the chef (Julian) is in fine, bustling form,
like a magician setting up a great trick.
For things are getting serious - thirty Christmas geese,
a ghostly-pale flock for feasting, arrived this morning, as did some
very large salmon, crates of cheese, fruit, liqueurs, and champagne.
Peter and I were hoping for a calm Christmas day
but that dream’s no longer in play.
For on Christmas day, Grandmère celebrates brunch
with two hundred and some fifty of her closest, most indecorous friends.
I’m the corrected granddaughter.
“Oh, you must come to this one,” Grandmère said, in an injured whisper.
I can’t resist that tone in her voice. “If we must,” I sighed.
So I will be, for a few hours at least, a reluctant holiday prisoner.
“Good,” she smiled, her voice restored in victory.
”I bought you a dress,” she added slyly for mollification.
My ears perked up - she knows the designers I like.
“It was just delivered to your room,” she said knowingly.
“Oh, who will suffer to rescue me?” I asked Peter, in mock drama.
“Don’t look at me,” he said, taking refuge behind a mug of frozen eggnog.
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A Christmas playlist for this:
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_30.mp3
No more new year resolutions,
no more lie on government restitution,
no republic can survive its dilution
no more pandemic blues,
no more wild-eyed cons[iracy cues
no more revenue that's due,
just a prayer for every ordinary me and you;
give me liberty, opinion and my own discretion
a say in the congressional gridlocked sessions
and give me my freedom of choice,
keep your Beemer, Lincoln, Lexus and Rolls Royce,
help me vote, let me speak my voice;
let me give my fair share
how much do you care
about health, hunger, poverty and medicare,
brother do you have a dime to spare,
is anyone with common sense there?
Where are the children too long missing
who's corporate behinds are you now kissing
what's with all the anger and the hissing,
end these shootings, hate fires the looting dissings
help the homeless and the poor, stop the dismissing
are your senate raging rants just visual political pissing?
Schumer, Pelosi, Manchin, McConnel and McCarthy
what is the point of your political party,
you play your little games of cat and mouse
while nothing is done in Senate or in House?
Get to work, do your jobs
stop the lobby dance and cut the hobnobs,
too long perhaps you hold power
all governments are now, equally soured
while the general population is deflowered.
If in the past you had patronized
the sandwich shop where I once
worked baking every loaf of bread
or the pharmacy where I arranged
each product neatly on the shelves
answering customers' questions
standing for nearly nine hours each shift
on cement floors in cheap dollar store shoes
with holes worn in their poorly padded soles
paid poverty wages in exchange for my efforts
I would have greeted you with a warm smile
and a happy hello asking how I could help you
as I always did when anyone entered
no matter who they happened to be
Of course I would have recognized you
but I'm not the sort to behave unprofessionally
Even if you had believed me to be the most
beautiful woman you had ever seen and
we had struck up a conversation discovering
we had too many interests in common to count
after I'd made your sandwich to sate your hunger
or found exactly what you were looking for
you would have simply thanked me
and paid the bill before walking out the door
Nothing more