Long Mangers Poems

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Premium Member Miracles

Children watch the sky
As clouds go floating by
Wishing for; wanting snow
A day of blow wind blow

Quiet while the town sleeps
Soft flakes begin with no peep
Covering the trees and street
Housetops turn from black to white

Strange things happened at night
Snowmen, large and small
Stand firmly planted on town wall
Looking like sentinels guarding town

Miracles seemed to have happened
In this small town zappened
Mangers dot the city streets
Ten commandments on Court House speak

Prayer has returned to school
People obey the golden rule
There is power in children's prayers
They wanted white and purity

God heard and saw them there

(I have no idea where this came from.  I just started writing. Rhyme sorta. Sara)
Form: Rhyme


Maintenance of the New Machine

Well written
researched
To make aware
Issues that its
Audeice needed
Words for definition
and clarity
Respecting all in its
consideration
Keeping in mind
Evolution change
and replacment
It details the cost
Of production citing
By admiration of
Those who reeinvented
Certain processes
To cause collaberations
And production
It created a need of
Its products and processes
By offering products with dual
Purpose
Taking laugage from everyday
Processes and combining
them together with making
The buyer less relying on
Ways that had now been
Changed by new technologies
Making it easier to work harder
In different ways
Giving new meaning to how
Things are done and the
Manner they are done
Innovactions and processes
That makes work life more
Tolerable
Putting together people
Who want to learn with
People who understand
People use
Moral and ethicail processes
To inform, teach, convey
And manage.
Replacing equipment before it breaks
Allows technical reliance
But its discord is seen
In untimley breakdowns,
These new ways account for
Both of these processes to
Help manage and control
Segments were alot of people
Rely on mangers to assign and
Reassign workers so
The silk smooth running engine
Of business won't be out of sync
When the cogs and wheels
Needs replacment
Form: Bio

Premium Member An Atheist's Christmas

Frosty sky
Lush local wood, chopped
Evergreen
Fragrant pine
Fills our home with holidays
Guiding star on top

Spiced cider
Peppermint cocoa
Gingerbread
Garlands, wreaths
Holly berries sprinkle red
Festive door greetings

Mom's carols
Of babes in mangers
Three wise men
Journey far
Angels, shepherds, miracles
Tradition belongs

We are not
Grim cheerless police
Glad tidings
We offer
Yes, we say Merry Christmas
In more than one way

We believe
Goodwill moves the world
Candles lit
Wish for peace
You and I are more alike
Labels camouflage

Christmas Eve
Stockings, cookies, snow
Jesus and
Santa teach
Goodness, giving, to children
My faith lies in these.

11/27/18

Premium Member Winter's Wonders

White was the winter night covered in snow
Icicles dangled from eaves all aglow.
Nestled were nestlings of child and sparrow.
Twined was the bittersweet all-round the harrow.
Earnestly each tiny heart took a leap,
Rosy, so rosy, was each little cheek.
White was the winter, wondrous, sublime
On forest and field and men in their prime,
No eye lacked a twinkle, no door lacked its wreath,
Dainty hay mangers lined each pristine street.
Even the traffic pranced looking merry
Reindeer antlers on grill, noses like cherries.
Lights hung from fir trees in villages squares
Arias sprung from church choirs in pairs.
No one was maudlin, the season was fine.
Dad, “Pass the turkey and then the red wine!”
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Holocaust Helga, a Lesson For Us All



            Holocaust Helga


She knew she was like a star, so bright,
Everything in her world was just so right!
With nobody, she would she ever  fight

Perchance some of you knew her?
Only dreamy thoughts to her did occur.
Refusing though, to see her reality’s 
oncoming massacre.

How she dreamt of  those nights waltzing 
in Linz.
With a handsome man, Adoph, was her
prince!
She avoided any bad news, surely, her 
life was glorious and a cinch!

The Holcaust, began and oh, how she laughed!
Thinking nothing of fatal  Xylon gas,
Till she saw her sisters, falling about her like 
cold, dead trash.

It finally hit her that life was no big laughing,
hilarious circus?
As she lie dying, choking on her own mucous.
Bless her, a reminder for all to face reality!
May such horror never touch any one of us!

We are not babes in safe mangers!
Yet we are told to trust killers and any
illegal strangers?
Live as an adult in the present, talk
to others about imminent dangers.

The loss of our rights by all tyrants in
all countries is just the beginning.
We will all lose , unless we stop listening 
to propoganda spinning.
Time to get full rights back, and that is but
a beginning.

Your body is yours, not your lame, looney
government.
They are to serve you, not walk over you~
like you are less than cement.
And to this work....only actual freedom
lovers will have the courage to comment!

They are not bad~they don’t know world 
history.
It’t just a thing of the past, a huge mystery.
It sheds great light on today’s mandates, 
passports, vaccinations  that destroy our 
personal lives’ and territories.


              10/5/2021
Form: Rhyme


The Journeys of Paul

did you ever wonder 
about the journeys of Paul?
the thousands of miles he travelled, 
It was a major haul
at a time when there were 
no jets, helicopters or airplanes
no means to travel 
by cars, motorcycles or even on trains

but Paul was a true servant , 
so on and on he did go
doing the Lord's work 
which upon him were bestowed
he was trying to disseminate
hoping to eliminate
the opposition and dissent ion
on his Gospel mission
he confronted many dangers
encountered new towns and strangers
sleeping in mangers and stable
no luxury to even eat at a table
walking for miles on end
never knowing when
how long his trek would continue
as he traversed from venue to venue

do you think that you could survive
what Paul had endured?
carrying out the works that
the Lord God had foresaw
to do what Paul had did 
and live to tell the tale
not many of us today
could have accomplished it as well
Form: Epic

Your Boom Lineup the Bass

Assocated Writers of Wrestling:,
Boxing and Wrestlers Guild INC.
All Pro Grapplers Union
South Beach International Stars
United to bring a night
of Wrestling
and the glitz of Ceromony.
                      
                       CHAMPIONSHIP FALLOUT
                          The Golden Days Of Wrestling
                                     PRO SERIES

Managers Specail.. "he Sacred Order" BattleRoyale
                       !5 men in----13 out
last two are chosen managers and
Winner takes all Contenders Pride Championship
will allow te titlist Championship Oppurtunites
thruoghout the year. It's called the 
Pro League Stakes Championship
the titlist is number one contender
to all avalible Championships
upon contract negocation.
The Managers Pride Contracts number
12, Twelve oppurtunities to become
a champion. The Mangers will have control of
the Wrestlers career guiding the Wrestler
to a Championship.
Last Years winner went on to be
the 2022 Match of the year winner.
The names listed here are great stars
who given the opputunity
might wrestle there way into
both contention and Championship Title.

Also,
The Night when Giants Collide

Maury Muary The Giant of Mercer
will face Undeafeated in 120 bouts" Cisler Calm" The Movae Giant"
in a round the waist strap match.

Best out of three falls
one match no DQ...
One Match a texas tornado match
the Last match
A beany Brawl Falls count anywhere.
Referree will Be The Mean Man From Havanna
Cuban Teal Gonzalos

more matches to be annouced.
Bassey Gripp here 
with Your Pro Wrestling Update!
Form: Ballade

The Managers

We are the managers of every situation
Citizens of a fragile nation
We are the believers of impossibilities
Despite our numerous capabilities
We run away from our responsibilities
And blame the failure of our leaders for the ruin of our cities

We are the managers
Managing the manageables
Enduring the endurables
And pushing the pushables

We are the mangers
Our wages we are hardly given
Yet we still manage to go to work
For their mistakes we have strangely forgiven
After all we must work

We are the managers
Who rarely have stable power supply
Yet we must fulfil the law of demand and supply
Maybe because we cannot fly
Proper management we do apply

We are the managers
Who despite being failed repeatedly
We hold on to our dreams persistently
Doing the same course repeatedly
Just because we will not hold the table of Mr Lecturer
Or bow to the harsh dictates of Miss/Mrs Lecturer
For to us, our dignity and future are the things that matter

We are the managers!
Yes we are the mangers!
In whose home resides hell on earth
Probably the love never came from the heart
And for the sake of morality
That exists in our community
We forever manage our incompatibility
And forever remain in an unwanted emotional unity
WE ARE THE MANAGERS…
To be continued…

ABSOL - 07032277508
Form: Rhyme

I Am Not My Brother's Keeper

I am not my brother's keeper
or my sister's either...
they've got their own lives to live.

But if they need my help
I'll always be there for them...
they're always welcome to all that I can give.

Of course I could make conditions...
set up harsh restrictions
and make them pay right through the nose.

But this isn't where I come from...
dogs in mangers don't have much fun...
life's river is only happy when it flows.

So I'm not my brother's keeper
or my sister's either...
they've got their own lives to live.

But if they need my help
I'll always be there for them...
they're always welcome to all that I can give.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Summer On the Farm As Related By Britches

Summer on the Farm
As Related By Britches
By:Tom Wright
8/7/2006

Britches gets up early
To greet the breaking of dawn,
A stretch, a scratch,
And if sleepy, a yawn;

Old Elsie the cow
Anxiously awaits his pull,
He hopes when they’re done
His buckets near full;

Later he’ll throw
The chickens some scratch,
By then his mom will yell ”Pancakes”
And he’ll go eat a batch.

Tater peelings and buttermilk
Will make up scraps for the hog,
And while he’s at it
He’ll sail a biscuit to the dog.

Then with four buckles on
It’s off he goes to the silo,
For his fair entry’s ration
Of molasses and Milo. 

The gate still needs fixin
On the property that they lease,
And his mother’s making pillows 
So she’ll need down from the geese. 

He’ll re-pen that Billy
And put the piglets with sow,
Fork hay in the mangers
And head out to plow.

He’ll spend untold hours
Following a mule named Blue,
Which causes me to ponder
Who was smarter of the two?

Britches next year graduates
Bringing news quite alarming,
That whatever life’s role
It would not include farming.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

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