Long Perks Poems
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Are you educated or just literate
Can you replicate or do you just imitate
Are you original or do you plagiarize
Do you comprehend or do you just memorize
How many of your aims are on target
If your reverence for God is on a budget
Are you given to greater works
Or are you wallowing in the allure of the perks
Do you have the wit, grit and courage
Enough to complement your knowledge
A fervency that this cold world can't quell
And the shrewdness to ruthlessly sell
Though you outsmarted and are outsmarted
The soldiering on isn't for the faint hearted
But in Christ there is strength for our weakness
And great power wrapped in meekness
Life is life in the way it engages and involves
And here we are, sent as sheep among wolves
It seems towards us is the danger most dangerous
But be that as it may, we are more than conquerors
K. Muitherero.
They say that honesty is the best policy.
However, a child confronting an elder with the same candour isn't a good quality.
They say there is no substitute for hard work.
So why do wealthy achieve the success we deserve? Is it our bad luck?
"Your character will give you respect"
But when you're successful, your character doesn't matters, why though? I object.
"Be thankful to all things"
But what about those horrible ones which cannot be helped with pills?
"Unity is strength"
Politics, backstabbing, fights, where all these negetive perks went?
Why the children are kept in a blur and left to discover the reality on their own?
This only result in their agony when they are grown.
'Cause whatever they thought is far different from the reality.
People are monsters, and this is just one of their brutality.
Heavenly Father,
In this season many are in need
Send Your angels to comfort and lead
Robotics is taking over and jobs are lost
Employment downsizing is a mighty cost
Companies are moving south of the border
Families are frustrated with sleep disorder
Gracious Father,
Help those struggling for an anchor
Save their homes from the mean bankers
Preserve their cars for the family and work
Bless their finances and allow them some perks
Many are trying and the obstacles won’t go away
Open new doors for them as a sign to a new day
Merciful Father,
Look upon the management at their work sites
Teach bosses how to lead and manage in Your light
Transform the hearts of those who are discontented
Preserve those who are about to be railroaded
There is enough prosperity in Your world for all
There is no earthly reason why a family should fall
Almighty Father,
Touch the heart of those in power
Show that by each and every hour
That Your love and grace will preserve
Even the little people who deserve
The blessings of life in their hearts
Your love and mercy will never depart
Dear Father,
In Your name we pray
Bless each heart today
In the precious name of Your Son
I know that the battle is won
This is Your season of grace
Keep them in Your embrace
Amen!
Gloria is the lass all the college boys fancied. In fact, she
was the one they dreamed of marrying. Yet, when she walks
through the door at the reunion, she’s unrecognizable! In
truth, she looks like a wrinkled drag queen. A ravishing beauty,
she is no more. Her once pert breasts now hang down like
spaniel ears. Seeing her makes me glad I’ve kept in shape! The
hours spent working out in our private gym and spa each night
have paid off. Marrying a successful surgeon has its perks! Of
course my tan is from weeks aboard our yacht, ‘Cloudless.’
We escape bitterly cold weather by sailing to sunnier climes.
The Caribbean is where we always celebrate Christmas and
New Year. We sip champagne as fireworks explode in starry
streams of gold and silver sparkles in dark inky blue skies.
The room falls silent, all eyes on me as I sashay to Gloria and
we embrace, kissing the air as we did when we were young. All
evening we reminisced. I'm glad I was an ugly duckling. That’s
how I met, Max. My facial reconstruction proved he was the best
plastic surgeon in the world. He performed with the skill of
an haute couture designer and lifted me from depths of dark
depression. I was totally transformed into a catwalk model and
when we married, I knew my future would always be bright.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Lord Byron – She Walks in Beauty
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby
Lyrics by Paul McCartney of Beatle’s fame
A SAD DUCK
her palm pale, a shallow nest for one —
breadcrumbs.
so called old maid, the librarian-dreams —
bluebirds and fancy bows, not in hers.
a square frame-mask; crows look in the window.
the crone-paste fills in the tracks, nothing more.
an echo in her reflection — eternity squared.
she clings to the lonely door —
she’s left in a basket next to the hermitage.
his lips never moved; removed.
cue the sandstorm:
the lyrics in delirium, the callus-rice in the air.
she promised the voice on the phone, she would come,
and here she was —
alone.
an orphan, by ordinance of a puppy basket.
the yelp for something to live for.
fed and wrapped, kissed twice,
on the forehead —
once when she arrived. . .
again when she left.
the whipped cream in the jar —
commercial-bling,
makes her complexion even
— a sad duck.
she perks up
as she hears her name —
“the lonely dame...”
the mania frenzies around her.
all the same,
no one sees her face,
terrified blinks.
Just like a peppered doctor
Its caffeine perks souls
Like electric it’s a jolt
Awaken the nerves
Taste buds sizzling
Doctor Pep—
Pahhh!
© Spencej 9/12/06
© All Rights Reserved
The Epulaeryu poem is about delicious food and drinks. It consists of seven
lines with thirty-three syllables. The first has seven syllables, second line five,
third line seven, fourth line five, fifth line five, sixth line three, and seventh line only
one syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. The Epulaeryu poetic form
syllable count is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. Each line has one thought relating to the meal,
and concludes with the ending line expressing the writer’s excitement and
feelings about the meal. The Epulaeryu poetic form was invented by Joseph
Spence.
Your members of family and friends...
Love and respect which never ends.
So, hold high with all your cherish
Those closest before they perish...
For life eventually descends.
Some are there from the beginning...
Watching you in all your spinning.
Others enter your life later.
All are there to make it greater...
Ensuring that you are winning.
Those assisting in your raising...
Encouraging you of amazing.
Ones of open hearts escorting
In their guidance and supporting...
Your peers of which are worth praising.
The bunch of flowers in your vase.
Your other worlds - Venus and Mars.
The soldiers strong in your platoon...
Those who would fly you to the moon
And back again - your shining stars.
Even for those of broken lives,
Presence of those closest survives.
Although you may have had a past
Of torment, you are not outcast...
Instead, part of something that thrives.
This may not seem the case at first...
However, do not think the worst.
Reaching out to you with their perks...
Sources of support and networks
Quenching your proverbial thirst.
Whether they are blood or not...
There to help you out on the spot.
Be they family, friend - another
Source of one unto the other,
They will give you all they have got.
Anybody can help you see
Your worth in all that you can be.
Support, guidance and assistance
Towards you through your existence...
Those closest sought you to be free.
This bard has fine perks,but he needs more work .
A dude on Poetry states nicely writ.
The remark was pleasant quite a nice perk.
A lady says my poem is graceful.
Many do state my poems are tasteful.
Make the best of what happens with no aid.
Write poems from the heart you have it made.
The bard has fine perks focus on them too.
Look to the upside in all haps ok .
One dude said they couldn’t discern my view.
Make the best of what dawns,haps turn alright
Praise to this bard by folks makes him feel bright .
Folks about Cedar tree ode, dismayed.
Poet gripes? 3 awards won has it made .
shameful piss
When a man retires from working life,
That’s when a full-time job gets his wife.
The job of a day’s time
Rewarding rare a dime,
And as perks— life on edge rife with strife!
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When I wrote this I wondered why it took me15 long years to pen a small ditty like this. But it is hard on men to confess truth. I’m sure all suffering spouses must be feeling somewhat like this. Yet, to be fair on me, I get all along solid firing from the new boss— much more than I might have received all of working career.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 01.05.15 |
It is Labor Day
I am paid not work
but what am I to do
the festive trimmings are not attached
so the perk is an useless quirk and
my boring schedule quickly fills in the gaps
as usual, my alarm sounds at 6am
the coffee maker perks at 6:15am
my rested body flings away the covers
I watch the Today show while shaving
fetch the newspaper, quickly scan the headlines
wait, I have more time my curiosity to prime
but the dog is on his normal morning schedule
so I speed to the door, his bladder to mollify
no fancy holiday breakfast awaits in the kitchen
so, on cue, I grab an egg, poach it, down some juice
my family sleeps on through the holiday mirage
my engine is in overdrive, but where to go
no parades, pageants append this vapid day
but there is no reason to stay at home either
no arriving relatives to amend the boredom
still, I have one day's free pay to spend
maybe, I'll take the car to the wash
nah, that is a weekend ritual
perhaps, I will canvas Pro Bass Shop
nah, the drive is longer than my work commute
OK, I will stay at home and be a utilitarian
I can finish trimming the bedroom shutters
but wait, I am out of that flossy white paint
and didn't my wife need the car for her
annual holiday shopping spree
I could re-mow the lawn to give it
a manicured look, but nah
to labor on Labor day is too oxymoronic
so I curl up in front of the TV
finish watching the Today show
contented with the lofty notion that
I am being paid to while away the day