Long Organization Poems
Long Organization Poems. Below are the most popular long Organization by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Organization poems by poem length and keyword.
With the death of my parents something changed inside,
Its a secret very deep that I’ve tried so hard to hide,
I keep busy working but admit I often have denied,
There’s not a day go by that I don’t think of suicide.
Then I look at my children and become filled with pride,
To see my son graduate, my daughter become a bride,
Would be part of life so important, it could not be denied.
And spending these milestones without me to preside,
Would make my family feel like a big part of them died.
So I keep the sleeping pills hidden and the act untried,
Averting the sad thoughts, putting a smile on the outside.
Breathe easy, this secret is not a true story, that’s the upside.
Written by Lee Ramage
August 30, 2011
For Shani Fassbender’s Contest
“Tell Me a Secret”
Placement: First place
** According to the World Health Organization someone around the globe commits suicide every 40 seconds. Suicide is the 3rd leading cause of death in 15-24 year olds. WHO website 2009
SECRET DESIRE
Most Handsome I found.
Charmed and spell-bound
Overwhelmed as he spoke on spirituality.
Adoration oozing spontaneous.
He was so gorgeous,
Glorious, owning super quality.
He was a sage dedicated to welfare of humankind.
I fell in love! He read out my mind.
I knew very well, though it was a shock.
He will never be tied in wed-lock.
I hid my desire and tangling passion
And joined his organization on same mission.
Our love was a top secret.
We neither disclose nor wish to regret.
Our joint journey on social welfare.
We love each other and do care.
Love glazes in heavenly glare.
Ardent ardor on secret prayer
12/07/17
Jack just had a big fight with his son Zach about it. He said
I’m tired of hearing how you’re too tired to do your homework. You’re
not too tired to play basketball or Xbox. That was that after Zach said
Whatever.
Visiting the nursing home you think Never
will I allow myself to live long enough to end like that, that’s
a fact. But promises are broken all the time, to others and the self,
and that one probably will be too unless your face is shattered
into shards of broken glass, by accident. Then it will be quiet,
too quiet.
Day by day goes by until the day you receive news of your disease,
personal, unique, irrevocable, musical and factual, withal.
That’s that you think but in fact it’s not. You discover dying’s
much like living. That’s true until the body just stops barking, breathing
forever.
Salvation’s in the details (sub-atomic particles). Granite
or sandstone, ash or oak, Odysseus or King Lear. That being
the only answer to the hyperorganization that is a cancer
on our insufficient organization. Jack’s anonymity runs deep.
His work sunk in a tar pit or peat. Meditate on that, accept
and repeat.
ICE, not just to cool your drink. An organization to protect us has turned into an enemy of the State. How on God's green earth could we allow this to happen? It's like a snake turned it's ugly head and bit us. The very name ICE is cold and calculating. What has the country turned into?This agency is suppose to help and protect us. Since when has it become an institution for mass murder? Who is hiding behind? What's its real purpose? These are questions one must ask in order to feel safe. Is money the only means of advancing? What will it take to stop the insanity?
We need new leaders. But whom can we trust? Listen carefully to the speakers of our next elections. What they promise and what they mean? What are their solutions? Is this what we want or what we want to hear?
Baby pains are growing and make no mistake, we need the right change. Not a change.
A GROUP OF AMERICAN AND MEXICAN AND EASTERN EUROPEAN RASSLING ORGANIZATION OWNERS MEET A GROUP OF OPPOSING RASSLING ORGANIZATION OWNERS FROM
SOUTH AMERICA, NORTH AMERICA, RUSSIA, EYGYPT, AUSTRIALLA, GERMANY AND CHINA, AND AFRICAIN COMPANIES WERE REPRESENTED BY A
WEALTHGY AVOCATE FROM NORTHERN AFRICA.
THEY MEET IN CANAD, TO DISCUSS THE CURRENT CONDITION OF WRESTLING.
THEY WANTED TO GET INVOLED WITH THE MODERN TECHINEQUIES OF ENTERTAINMENT TYPE RASSLIN. THEY HIRED TWO FIRMS TO RESEARCH THE CREATION OF AN ALLIANCE THAT RECOGNIZE ON WORLD CHAMPION, AND TWO WORLD TAGTEAM CHAMPIONS. THEY WANTED RECOGNITION FROM, THE RASSLIN WORLD, THE AMATUER RASSLIN WORLD,THE BOXING WORLD, THE SOCCER WORLD, AND JUDO, CATTLE RANCHERS, RODEO, AND FOOTBALL, AND BASEBALL.
THEY WANTED THESE SPORTS TO RECOGNIZE THE ALLIANCE BETWEEN THESE PEOPLE. AND THE RECOGNITION OF THEIR CHAMPIONS.THE COMPANY WOULD BE HEAD QUARTERED IN CANAD, AND AMERICA AND RUSSIA AND CHINA, AND IN BRAZIL. THEY WOULD CREATE A RECOGNIZABLE PRODUCT THAT WOULD SET THE STANDARDS FOR HOW, TECHNIQUIE RASLIN WOULD BRING ARTFUL AND SKILLFUL TYPE OF RASSLIN BACK TO THE FORFRONT OF WRESTLING.
THEY HAD ORDINARY PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD TO BUY STOCKS, FROM THEY MAIN COMPANY, AND THEY WOULD SEND RASSLER FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD INTO TOWNS, GIVING OUT DISOCOUT COUPONS TO FILL
THE AREANAS.
IT WORKED. THEY FOUND WAYS, TO HAVE CONTEST, THAT PAIDED LARGE PURSES, BUT REQUIRE ALOT OF PEOPLE AND A LARGE RALLY PRICE.
THEY MADE MONEY BUY SELLING EXSPENSIVE TICKETS AND GIVING OUT SMALLER PRIZES. IT WORKED. IT WAS BETTER THAN THE LOTTERY.
"once a story of place were
smiling faces seeked persons
to dance. A clownish smiles just
greeted people to bit the apple
of discord. There men gained a
consensus to fearlessly resolve
there differences
and mold there passions of revenge
into the need of a united concern.
Swallowed pide fills the belly
while vain egotisms leave folk
brusied battered and
hungry."
A measure of concern
was what he used to describe
what he was
doing. He hired a camera crew to film
the fellows in both organizations.
He went to a revivals organization
and showed both films on national television.
He said he wondered about the current condition
of America. Because
they didn't see that they were
being fooled, by an elaborate hoax
which involved people across a vast area.
He said " The Funnel dropped from
the cloud" and while people waited
the destruction of America had begun"
He showed both Masked Wrestlers
and Unmasked Wrestlers. In both
organizations
while they were said to be different people.
He promised his Wrestling World consisted of
honest dealing with the
wrestling public!
It didn't take long.
Members of revival wrestling company
appeared on other companies live show.
" It concerns the World that A folk could
wish to be deceived" said one promoter.
Than all of a sudden the World renewed promoter
from the revival company appeared in defence of
of his companies mens and there actions
and he said to all in attendance and
around the world
that he could produce all the men in question
under one roof and at the same time.
He couldn't ahfear of losing his reputation
he was forced into considering a champion
verses champion unifications
to counter the new movement of overly
involved marks.
I am a child
Like the one you tuck in bed
The one you kiss on the head
The one who gets loved instead
The one who is so well fed
I am a child
I am a child
Like the one who gives you joy
Your pretty girl and fine boy
The one who gets every toy
The one who none dares annoy
I am a child
I am a child
With no home to call my own
The cold reaching to my bone
Hunger pangs, all that I’ve known
In tattered clothes, I have grown
I am a child
I am a child
The pavement my only bed
Dreaming of a piece of bread
With a small heart full of dread
My life hanging from a thread
I am a child
I am a child
With no gifts beneath the tree
With no hope to be set free
Wanting like YOUR child to be
Why, oh, why, can’t you love ME?
I am a child
I am YOUR child
I am GOD’s child
Remember me this Christmas….
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I'm privileged that Norma Nashid, founder of Restore a Child, has asked me to be an ambassador for the organization to help raise awareness of the plight of less fortunate children around the world. She asked me to write a poem for their newsletter, and I am sharing her FB post regarding it here with you.
(The poem below was written by Eileen Manassian Ghali, a professor of English at Middle East University in Beirut, Lebanon. She dedicated her poem this Christmas to Restore a Child. Her mother, Angel Dikran Manassian was my favorite teacher and my first teacher in school. Now I get the honor of enjoying the beautiful writing of her daughter, Eileen.--Norma Nashed)
If you are interested in finding out more about this humanitarian organization, please look them up on FB. I will be writing an article soon to highlight the plight of Syrian Refugee children in Lebanon. I hope my Mama would be proud of me!
restoreachild.org
http://ymlp.com/zMiueR (latest newsletter)
https://www.facebook.com/RestoreAChild
My poem will be published in the next edition
It was the summer of ‘70 when we first met in Chicago land.
By the summer of ‘71, I had asked for your hand in marriage,
and YOU SAID YES.
In the summer of ‘72, we said, “I do” and went on our honeymoon.
We later found a cozy apartment in a nice north-side neighborhood.
Less than three months later, we were asked to run a little school.
So, we headed for southern Wisconsin, because again, YOU SAID YES.
Under unfortunate circumstances, the school was forced to close, and in less than 18 months we headed back to Chicago. Our first child was born during
our short-lived stay in Wisconsin. We had great friends there. You could have said, “No, let's stay in Wisconsin”. But you believed in me, and yet again, YOU SAID YES.
Later on, the organization with which I worked secured new leadership, and I
chose to go in a different direction. I found a good new job and an even nicer apartment not far from the lake. Our little girl was less than a year old, but it seemed I was restless and destined to do new things and go to new places.
With a good family, a good job, and a nice place to live, one would think that settling down would be the appropriate thing to do. But within less than a year of being back in Chicago, I spoke to you about moving to Mississippi to help the poor and start a church. I would have understood if you had said no; but in the summer of ‘74, YOU SAID YES.
By the summer of ‘78, the Mississippi fever had run its course, and the California sunshine was heavy on my mind. Although it would take us 2,000 miles away from family and friends, you never said, “No, I don’t think we should go”. But you believed in me, and yet again, YOU SAID YES.
As I look back, you saying yes means so much to me. It means that you have always believed in me during our 44 years of marriage. During those early years, I experienced some defeats and at times was also mistreated.
Had you not believed in me, I am certain that I would have retreated.
For any measure of difference that my life has made and is making in our world, I am indebted to you and grateful to God for bringing you into my life. For all those years that you have stood by my side and always believed in me, I pause just now and say, “Thank you”. I want to thank you for being so kind, and for always being the very best friend of mind.
(Snaps fingers) Let's talk sonic alchemy, a cauldron bubblin' deep/
Rare groove rising, a phoenix from jazz vinyl's pyre/
Acid Jazz is born, setting the soul on fire/ in London's smoky clubs, back when the eighties roared/
A rare groove movement pulsed, a sound from nowhere that knows no bounds/
More like a fusion, a sonic, soulful thing/ Funk's greasy fingerprints, soul's sweet perfume, Hip-hop's swagger, and fusion funky-fresh, street hood blend/
breaking down old skool jazz/
60s Jazz got an electric shock, a story with DJs spinnin' without end/
Acid Jazz they called it, club jazz, groove so deep/ Psychedelic acid , with a Jimi Hendrix riff/
Man, think trumpets with a swagger, bass lines thumpin' thick and low/ A drummer hittin' harder than anyone you know/ samplin' Clyde Stubblefield drum playin' into four beats throbbin', layered tight, a tapestry of sound/ under a heavy sweety groove so damn tight/ the house club DJ scrachin and spinin' Mike Clark's breakthrough funk beat from Herbie Hancock's cut 'Actual Proof" into an Acid Jazz song that is killin and soul funk chillin’/
Vocals droppin' knowledge/ ladies and hipsters the acid groove is here/
From Western Europe rising/
to Japan's electric gleam?
Latin rhythms joining, a collaborative deep beat dream/
United Future Organization, a trio cool and sharp, Brooklyn Funk Essentials, makin’ sure the groove is a hip, tight, wicked mix, of spoken word off the radar chillin’ bland of nu funk horn street soul/
(Beatbox rhythm under the following lines) Club jazz, the Chambers Brothers “Time Has Come” psychedelic acid rock jazz at Its best/
Dig, you gotta let it go Bro/Acid Jazz and the word mechanic band, precise, and into the jazz flo/
Yo, jump out your set, hit the dance floor, you be burnin'' the joint down/
Smooth and cool with rare vinyl uptown charm/
the funk is heavy/ a vibe that chills and thrills/ Acid Jazz ain't just a sound/ man, it's the high life, still. (Snaps fingers again)
Proud parents gathered for the fifth grade band presentation.
The kids labored long and hard to enhance their musical education.
'Twas the band's first concert since its recent organization.
The harried teacher approached it with a sense of trepidation!
Moms and dads endured the commotion at home for many weeks,
As their blossoming prodigies practiced and honed their techniques.
Suffering through the blare of trumpets, the bleat of saxaphones,
The wail of clarinets and oboes, the atonal pitch of trombones!
The girls were dressed in white blouses and black, slinky skirts.
Boys wore dark trousers, black bow ties and snow-white shirts.
Each of the girls had a pretty ribbon adorning her hair.
Boys had even combed their hair - which was very rare!
Teacher apprehensively grasped her baton and waved the downbeat.
The program began with a simple rendition of "Bonaparte's Retreat."
At the end of the concert a heartwarming thing occurred.
The audience rose exclaiming, "Twas the sweetest music ever heard!"
Though at times they were not in tune and the tempo somewhat slow,
They proudly gave it their best and put on a wonderful show!
Was a spark in a child's soul that night fanned into a flame,
Boosting his or her enthusiasm to strive for musical acclaim?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)