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Cowardly this loathsome fellow
In old west they’d call him yellow
I guess that was his biggest flaw
Jealous greater than Othello
He wanted more, the more he saw
Hauling around his gaping jaw
What’s to come of this man of greed
Lied until his scruples were raw
He stole from innocents in need
It would run green if he did bleed
So a deal with the devil struck
To warnings he refused to heed
After years of passing the buck
It seems this man ran out of luck
His broker dragged him down to hell
One more trade up a sleeve to pluck
Scamming incoming clientele
He found a job he could do well
Now he is Satan’s man in charge
Of telemarket personnel
We're here to discuss the proposed
Move to allow one game of hide & seek
On the premises once every workday
To boost staff morale
Some proven strategies we have tried
Have failed including a meeting-free day
Sunflowers in the workplace
Funny employee awards
The proposed bring a pet into work
Idea was rejected by security personnel
Office karaoke was a catastrophe
Jigsaw puzzles were scoffed at
Morale is below par and continues to be low
After a disagreement with HR in regard to
What and what is not legible for reimbursement
When travelling on business
This needs to be hammered into the staff -
Purchases of cigarettes and toilet paper
Do not meet the requirements and neither do
Multiple muffin purchases
From Monday we will play a game of hide & seek
In the sales department office
From eleven to eleven-twenty
Report back findings three weeks from now
Mine dad in the 1940’s was an organ grinder huh!, in the high seas in the Navy. In the 1940’s
Lo, the clanging, bopping, banging of prepare containers foods. Large coppers pans and pots.
Put together meals by combining and heating the ingredients in various ways. Prepared bake fix knock up grub rustle up food meshing and mashing,
a preparing organ grinder hun!
See he tampered with seasonings and sauces interfere with manipulate forging, fiddling embossing be happening as to planned Navel foods.
Was an organ grinder
Most food was boiled in the and liquid was run out via taps sort of an Entertainer of meals
Clanging, clinging, metal spoons, forks, plates, pots and pans
Happen go on in the galley. Like he was a one who played a barrel organ in the streets. kinging and clanging pots and pans sounds.
An unimportant person who does what he is told to do would cook so the seamen could eat...
chef in the Navy
my dad was galley organ
grinder Navy Chef
Keeping the craft alive twas a Navy Chef Barrel organist.
Comes and gets it a handful of cooks wheel-turners are keeping the craft alive.
There was an open fire at the back for spit-roasting and seamen
So could apply to use it if they caught a fish three-legged pots were stood in the embers.
Navy dinner time be on sail onboard personnel three main meals per day
.Breakfast: *0600–0700 lunch: 1100– 1230; dinner: *1600–1800
Chef organ grinder played the galley
The galley food is cooked and prepared
It can also refer to a land-based kitchen on a naval base,
Point of view, gourmet to beef stew to a straight design of the kitchen layout.
(CS) with ranks
culinary Specialist
organ grinder chef
“Fair winds and following seas”, food prep and served seamen for those in the United States Navy. Where they have to say farewell to mommy’s and grands meals. In 1940’s World War 2 tolls. To those retiring or leaving for deployment to cut, munch, and eat now from the galley. Of the chefs in the Navy organ grinder manning. Said the galley a method of saluting rendering honors works in galleys the seaman Chef food prep.
My dad Galley organ grinder
11/01/23
The Last Organ Grinder Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Are you listening? Open your ears
For this is to be read aloud it needs your voice
Because it can not speak on its own...
This is a poem that I'll call a slam
One day I was feeling quite queazy
But had much shopping to do being breezy
No! I will not let a little gassy, nausea stop me
Chewing two tritalac which helps with that gas
It works by pushing all that gas down and outting
Easing the digestive track...A little walking
You know like that morning constitutional
Helps to eliminate all the problems that are institutional
It must have been those beans in that Chili
They got down there and fermented really
Well I went to the garden center at Wally
You know Wally-World and thought that I would look around
There was not a soul or a sound around the grounds
Everything was quiet on the selling front..Not one of the personnel
To talk to or a customer ....I had this place all to myself
With those beautiful plants looking absorbed in the beauty
What is that over there...Let me go look
Concentrating..all alone
Gas moving moving in one great big
Bubble___ pootttttttttttttt
Looked up ...the man I never saw well he laughed.......HAAAAAAAAAAA!
Rolling in the floor laughter....
Embarrassed! Well, I'll let you decide...
(Well is this a slam!)
We have all had to start somewhere
picking up your pen by your hand
putting down on paper as the mind speaks
hoping to achieve something real grand
At first others may think you don't have it
but persevere on in yourself believe
for one day your efforts will bear fruit
at the right moment the seed will conceive
You may have your ups and downs
but ink won't stay forever dry
shake it blow it even spill it
for it must never be allowed to die
Believe in the gift you've been given
stand up and don't let the pen slip
remember it's your personnel ink writer
make sure you hold it's grip
Inspiration will surely come to you
keep the candle lighted all aglow
watch your hand move on the paper
so the ink will for ever flow
(this is based on the following quote:
'Inspiration is like the air, it always free! but deadly expensive when you breathless, if you know what I mean . Someone somewhere could be in stressed, holding their pen hopeless. Will you be the light in the dark?')
You may run for what seems alike forever but be abandoned.
You can walk a trillion miles and never show up at your objective.
Despite how enthusiastically you attempt, you may never be restive.
They might be unconscious that you are giving them all the required.
No matter how loudly you yell, nobody will pay attention to you.
While you are being cared for, you may clear out to people as well.
If you don't act, you'll never expect what possibilities you subdue.
It will lead you to harm path if you don't aim it and hang it, it fell.
Rise out of bed because every day is a fresh day.
Examine your life from the perspective of what's in it for you.
You can avoid getting pulled into the worst by rejecting the new.
If your glow is ready to meet new people, life will not be ugly.
Written: July 16, 2021
Motivation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shreya LN
In retrospect, I should have paused this poetic video.
Were I a musician, I would put this moment to music.
Had I done so, there would have been permeating and heart
felt words flowing from the deepest portals of my heart.
It was a live medical scene involving my doctor, an RN,
and one other medical personnel. I saw the live scene today,
but it was later this evening when I felt the full impact.
And when I mused upon and felt that moment that took place
several hours ago, tears filled my eyes.
I was overwhelmed with the reality of three people in one
room, all of whom were centered upon my personal care.
I am not certain that this was the first time, but today,
I felt the power of their caring medical embrace. I am
certain that they did not feel as did I, because this is
their life. They do it with a sense of mission and purpose.
As a result, I and hundreds more are the richer for it.
As I look back in my mind's storage bind, I only wish that
I had said, "Please, Dr. Jones, can we pause this moment.
I must share with you, just now, how the engaging presence
of you and your medical team is speaking to me". No photograph
was required, but the picture of the four of us has arrested and
captured me; and I tell you, the power of that fleeting moment
will linger and endure for the rest of my life.
I do not know if medical teams like them ever hear such words from
their patients, but I am compelled to let them know that I was
greatly impacted by their care. There were also three others
occupied with my care. Much love and respect to them as well.
No. There was not a troubling scene causing stress or worry.
However, to me, there was simply that special moment that said,
"We got this". May the first mentioned three, who were at the same
time in the room speaking of my health issues with me, be made to
realize that their dedicated and caring work has been duly noted by me.
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A folktale
There is a small country sharing part of its border
to a giant country, both have been friends for
over 300 years during world war two they came
helped the small country to get rid of the enemy.
Then propaganda articles appeared in many papers
how bad the government in the big country was,
(Let us make it easy the small country we can call
Norway and big the country Russia) the Norwegian
took no notice, they visited Russia often to buy
vodka, cigarettes and other items that are expensive
in their little country; and some travelled to Moskva
which has a rich cultural heritage.
Then the Americans/NATO held a proxy war and
the American soldiers and tanks got in the way
of tour buses, needless to say, the soldiers were
confused that the people from the tiny country
we’re not afraid of the big bear this because of the
US combatants were victims of lying propaganda.
Well, the military nonsense ended their proxy war
the Norwegian continued to travel to Russia to do
their shopping and as always they were welcomed
and no one mentioned the silly manoeuvres by
the misguided military personnel were playing in the snow.
(after Irene)
It’s a ravaged town down in these parts
The jobless faces and those heavy hearts
The sun barely makes it in before it disappears
A cold cold sky, clouds corrupt
Even the billboards won’t look up
‘cause goodness hasn’t come this way in years
Bone kids living outta tinted Fords
Barely separate from the cord
Innocence tied to the stake and surrounded by spears
I used to know happiness and love
Now I cry out to whatever’s above
‘cause goodness hasn’t come this way in years
Some camouflaged personnel roll by
I go to salute but don’t wonder why
I guess I bought into the dogma of courage and fear
When all the protection and virtues cease,
I might even kill for one moment’s peace
‘cause goodness hasn’t come this way in years
The water is receding after the flood
Baptizing a Lutheran church in mud
It’s all the space left to pray and weep acolyte’s tears
Forgive us our trespasses into crime
Our holy ghosts live on borrowed time
When goodness hasn’t come this way in years
The folksinger died in a burning crash –
A whole culture paid for his pine box in cash
While his own kids parade their scars in front of the mirror
But by then, there won’t be music left
When a scene dies, it dies a megaton death
And goodness will not come this way for years.
2011
A letter home never to arrive.
Dear Mom
I can"t as usual say much,
But I am good and feeling well.
We are on this crazy mission,
It involves the most strange of military personnel.
They are without doubt a strange and mad outfit,
But they wear the same combats,
We are supposed to keep them safe,
They go by the name The Tunnel Rats.
They go beneath the ground
Searching Charlie out.
Tunnels have been found
Where the enemy can almost walk about.
These guys really are quite mental,
Sometimes the tunnels collapse
Other times they don"t come back
We think because of traps.
Anyhow, I aint had to kill nobody yet
Though I have fired off my gun.
I kinda hope it was my volley
That made them critters run!
R and R is good
They fill us up with steaks
And I thank you for the lotion
It really helps my aches.
Hope big Sis is well
An the beauty parlour"'"s busy ,
I bet the fact there is no young men left
Is sending her in a tizzy!
Tell Paw my nerve is holding fine
An I hope I make him proud,
This War it will be won
I shout that out so loud!
The other day I spoke some words,
To a Tunnel Rat, man he made me think,
He said that when he was beneath the ground
He swore he could hear Charlie blink.
Well, what more can I say
Apart from I love you Mom,
I hope to hear from you soon
Your loving son
Tom.
Thomas Elliott was killed
In action November fifth
1969.
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