Long Organization Poems
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Four by Samuel Thomas Bradley
19-06-2023
Seconds, minutes, hour’s days and years.
Particular by a clock, an area the world.
Something usually happens, or is scheduled to.
Occurrences actions an event instance doing.
When happening the exact amount it takes is used.
Available or allowed, needed the right moment.
No time for jokes.
Quality experience, occasions during specific past.
Often books, with newspaper style events.
A stage a life when woman gives birth.
Spends a place an organization.
Active military required or stay in prison face hard time.
Company, paying a worker back to front.
Bigger smaller faster the need for speed we’re after.
A piece of music beats together.
Ahead good always be right, knew the truth.
Used to say, nick, stitch, test, be patient take quickly.
Tell the whole on many occasion, very often and frequently.
As when you're having fun, all wounds heal until become.
Cheaper all dropping, we wait disappointed, accept too long.
Express annoyance buying a candy bar, respect the past at last.
Suspended matter until you’re sweet, formed act process.
Never crossed just lost in deep details of.
Consideration of feelings with situations, persons enjoying.
Western mainstream economic, two schools a penny systems on topic.
Less important passed on, collected a few to change.
Tiny drops of gas liquid moisture, a can of soup.
Precise exact, many developed, new meaning.
Literal and figurative the various shades of distorted context.
Do you get my meaning, you understand, what I'm telling?.
A meaningful idea, a poem subtle, literary critics disagree.
True purpose, life devoid of reason or explanation.
Intrusion on experience, loneliness of fear.
Very brave, I'll never stop trying. Very brave, I am determined.
“Time is thought condensed into a meaning.”
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.
Oh God, expand my narrow, cluttered, room!
And clear the clutter out, so I may see!
And still my Seas, as You did, Galilee!
Life threatens to collapse in, with a Boom!
Like Aspen, that arise after a fire,
Or ground-cover that sprouts from ash and dust
Or sweet alyssum permeates the must
About the room, through window of desire,
So, pray I, browse the pages of my mind,
And grope for answers to luck, fate and hope
And grub for words, and wish I were A. Pope...
There is a solace, that I sometimes find
That tells me, Love is easier than this
O! HOW can Love be EASY, when it spurs?
O! How an outside dog be free from burrs?
And yet, I know it's true! How soft the kiss
My Love gave me, that made me blow the motes
Away, swing wide the sash, let in the day...
Away! With all the piles that naysay!
And sheaves of papers bearing scribbled notes!
...Some say Tolkien, himself, could not sort well,
He lost some of the Ring in managing...
He buried his notes, his housekeeper did fling
Some part of Frodo's past? (I'll never tell!)
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UPDATED/FIXED/REWRITTEN IN A FIT OF DESPERATION 2/22/2019
Submitted for: Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Elon Reeve Musk, a lion-like vibrant business-person,
Founder, CEO of many an organization;
President of the very philanthropic Musk foundation,
Hails from the great democratic South African nation...!
Makes, like a naughty labrador, statements on his Twitter,
Like a bull in a glass shop facing, criticism bitter;
Has grabbed twitter shares reaching mountainously largest stake,
Records of rich, standing as second richest, he did break...!
His scornful preferential gender utterances, often,
His irk satires on global links his status did soften;
Colation of Canadian president with Hitlar,
Musk soon became a naughty international fiddler…!
Asperger’s syndrome, special needs, and ‘loony tunes’,
Thus tweeted his staff; created caricature cartoons;
Twitter, like pure crystal, translucent, and exact, he said,
Rejection, like a crude gloom cloud shroud, soon on him did spread...!
An empirical catastrophe overpowered Musk,
Criticisms covered him up like harvest-time paddy husk;
As though bowing his head to fate, many a stock he sold,
Re-tweeting his mock tweets, his opponents became so bold...!
A fool like him could take over Twitter, he, at last, said,
Though rich could he at every night happily go to bed?
Mocks and re-mocks like boomerangs flew around and fired back,
Gossips go globally like rats-race in an empty sack…!!!
31 December 2022
MUSK Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
God created, out of emptiness, the firmaments and the earth,
Matter strewn into cosmic void; galaxies of glorious yield,
Heaven’s Architect and Builder; Designer with purpose and worth,
By master plan hurled the world; site His love to be revealed.
Disorder reigned by order; organization thus in force,
Supreme maestro with peerless grace; directing with expressive hands,
Leads heaven’s angelic choir’s Hallelujah Chorus,
Moving toward crescendo, swelling as the universe expands.
Creative drama played out on void and empty cosmic stage,
Celestial bodies: Black Hole, White Dwarf, Great Red Spot, Asteroid,
Moons, circling in ballet pirouettes; vast worlds, performers engaged,
Under direction, creation’s playwright, The One Eternal God.
Creator’s masterpiece, amongst the collections of art superb,
Brilliant strokes beyond compare; array of hue from artist’s hand,
Surrounded by His countless loves, He flung and spun a special orb,
Earth for mankind, both deemed good; The Master’s comprehensive plan.
Male and female, created in God’s image, share His planet earth,
Mankind stands on terra firma; thankful for terrestrial home,
Gazing up in wonder and awe; by grace given eternal worth,
Earth, small cosmic space-size acre; no inkling the millions beyond!
Tuxedo night
Get the limo
Guess
Tell
Me Lady
I am in the car
Stepping out
We gonna dance the
Night away
Wretched Behavior beat Tuxedo Big Breed
At the rap and roll Jamba land
Strange reedmember got swank dacka
The disc ah dant, man Daggar, like
Sabatoging people's dreams. Folk think darts ah
Cool thang. Watch the mischeivous b. Scandelous
Griffa dude, he self serving behind the back
Tricker,vman ain't nobody getting married round here.
Fliss dough witta, she ain't got know man. bills
kneads paying den , day when hymn her man.
She fuss wiff hymn den, she have know man.
Day shytt ain't gonna jive in here.
That shytt ain't gonna jive in here.
Up in here wiff day bankday shytt.
Day shytt ain't gonna jive in here!
They wished me to ask her
To invite all the independent
Organization.
To form a parent company
That regonizes
An Undisputed Independent
Championship
That makes each members
Company number one contender
To the overall tecgnized trophy
If one really cares
They can approach their local Mayor
To ask them a question on a Greek organization hazing dare
Either walking through the outdoor mall
Or in a bathroom stall
Yes in the can!
A citizen can make a stand
While dropping a their flap
Making sure the Mayor knows where things are at
It is the people’s right when seeing a community official in sight
To let them know of their plight
But does a person have the access?
When political leaders deal with the masses?
Or are they dependent on the business suit oriented reporter
Doing the information recording
As for getting on the press list
Powers that be should insist
Issues be dealt with and not dismissed
Maturity comes handling a situation
And experience defines this exercise as a professional position
Understanding about the communication flow
Does not depend on who you know
If an important subject needs addressing
It could be solved with a simple apology or someone confessing
Only danger is
When the biz
Is left unattended
A big mess may not be able to be mended
As I sit here by the ocean water
After studying undergrad years ago in Florida
My notebook reflects over the happy hour drink
Our beloved public servants may want to start to think
This whole situation cannot get any colder
And should expect to hear from the master called the voter
Flipping the switch in the ballot booth
That states ‘we have had it’ and we want nothing but the truth
The other day I read a Facebook post,
where they asked this silly question again.
Find a word that starts with the letter O,
but that word must end with the letter N.
Of course, I know it’s just my opinion,
and taken from my own observation.
That it would not take much of an optician,
to see this as open ostentation.
Now I feel I have an obligation,
to sit on the octagon ottoman,
Where I often eat an Oregon onion,
while petting my baby orangutan.
His name is Owen Odin Orion,
his occupation is just an oarsman,
But he has joined an organization,
to help an orphan find his origin.
He had a small organ operation,
with an option to open an obstruction.
They had to keep him on some oxygen,
while they blasted it to oblivion.
I wonder if I have an obsession,
for words that start with O and end in N.
My opposition says it’s an omen,
I say it’s an overreaction again.
The rising sun has set.
Night has fallen.
The plow rests,
tillage and toil finished.
The corn ear withers,
but seeds are saved.
The scrolls are opened
event recorded;
the news spread:
"The sun has set,
the old Owl has flown
into the Heavens."
Yet, the sun will rise
and peek over the horizon,
the tractor will roar,
a new crop will sprout,
Green hands will turn brown
the flag will wave,
financial accounts recorded,
hospitality offered,
and the light of brotherhood shared.
Your torch has lit fires
that flicker and flame;
The fledgling will grow
and, hopefully, become wise;
New eras and life-chapters
will begin,
continuing the credo
as a Legacy to you:
"Learning to Do,
Doing to Learn,
Earning to Live,
Living to Serve."*
*National FFA Organization Motto
Thelonious Monk
piano keyboard prophet
harmonizing scales
Melody from flat to sharp
rhythm soothing to the soul
Comments: Thelonious Sphere Monk (1917-1982) is recognized as one of the
most influential figures in the history of Jazz. He was one of the architects of
bebop and his impact as a composer and pianist has had a profound influence
on every genre of music. Thelonious Monk Institutes of Jazz are located at the
following locations: Washington Office: 5225 Wisconsin Avenue NW, Suite 605,
Washington, DC and Los Angeles Office: University of Southern California, 3443
Watt Way, Lower Level, Los Angeles, CA. The Thelonious Monk Institute of Jazz, a
nonprofit education organization, was founded in 1986 by the Monk family along
with the late Maria Fisher, an opera singer and lifelong devotee of music.