Long Plan Poems
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Don't lose hope tired soldier
Have faith and keep strong
I am the author and I am not done with my chaper yet
The ink on My pages are still wet, for my story is far from finished
I have chosen you to be a fearless warrior
I have given you a strategy of pure genius and it will be foolproof
I have equipped you with endless ammunition to win this war - not the battle
You will be a five-star general once you follow my orders
You must stick to my master plan in order to be victorious
Once you have obeyed my orders, you will be rewarded for your acts of valour
I therfore repeat myslef dear tired soldier...
Have faith and keep strong
He told the tales with likes and similes
human character dressed as grass and trees
the fragility of life just like a mist
as touched by divine spark like children kissed
He drew attention to earths everlasting beauty
and loving kindnesses as worthy over duty
painted pictures that a child's mind could see
and of the qualities that would last eternity
Those he drew were woman child and man
in parallels explained Gods everlasting plan
a future government by Gods own plan designed
choosing those who like his Son in mind
The currant rulers here described as beast
devour and make suffer great to least
he implicated leaders intentions as the cause
as having violated all of the natural laws
He pointed out the signs to tell the time
how earth and heaven his plans to realign
where peace on earth in every nation he will gain
with truth and everlasting life they will maintain
Surprise a life in heaven was not the plan for man
but he put us on the earth in a garden understand
he intends this projects finish by his Son
with those he has redeemed to be the ones "to get er done"
I must advise you those in the grave are dead
they will remain there until the Son has said
he who has the keys of death has them in mind
to resurrect upon the earth in a future time
While Christendom adopted the ideology of hell
the Teacher of the Truth in sleep of death did tell
he called his friend who was dead and in a grave
forth the example of what his future rule will pave
How can you not get it the things he plans to do
to eliminate on earth suffering and all life renew
oh Shang gri La and Paradise He plans for thee
where Man will live in Love and joy in harmony
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How often do you think about the time?
For me, it's never very far from mind
Each hour I am reminded by a chime
And when I look, it's left me far behind
Now some will say that you should be resigned
To live each day as if it were your last
If looking up the road, you will be blind
You're wasting time when looking in the past
But time is change and things are changing fast
If you don't look ahead you'll have no plan
You must explore the time already passed
To not repeat mistakes within that span
In life there simply are no guarantees
So I suggest each spend it as they please
Daniel Turner
Spenserian Sonnet
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We needed one more day in Bangor for three simple reasons why…
to see Stephen King’s House, take a photo with Paul Bunyan
and to eat the first of many a Whoopie Pie.
At Stephen King’s house our photo was taken by Molly a three year old girl
because it is our objective…
as we grow ever older never to lose sight of a child’s perspective.
Next it was on to the a 31 foot high statue of Paul Bunyan
where he stands taller than some trees
Bangor claims to be his birthplace…
(although Akeley, Minnesota disagrees.)
Our photo was taken by a man a little older than us…
because it is our objective…
As we grow ever older…to see the world from both perspectives.
Last but definitely not least…is the one reason that remains…
why we’ve driven from Washington and chose to end our trip Maine.
It’s because we’re on a quest…we’ve decided we will try
to search the state of Maine for the perfect Whoopie Pie.
Tomorrow we head even farther east…
after driving our rental car from the farthest west….
which means we have 5 days before heading home
to complete our Whoopie Pie quest.
Our plan is a simple one…without Stephen King here to guide us
on this quest…this journey…this climb…
we’ll face this challenge as Paul Bunyan did his trees…
one Whoopie Pie at at time.
Life is a gift, a gift we all can cherish.
Life can be weird, we can sit and think about all of our moments that sometimes seem unclear.
Life is a mystery, we try to figure out why we are here.
Life did not come with a plan, it came suddenly, and we all live and learn.
Life may sometimes be so fun, we laugh and feel so happy, making us feel amazing.
Life sometimes feels down, we hang our heads and feel sad, we cry and complain, wanting things to be okay.
Life may sometimes feel strange, but remember tomorrow is another day.
So, enjoy every day, and get up if you fall down, don’t give up, change the road you're on, and pick a new path, and forget anything bad.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Before her glassy eyes, crystal bubbles seem
to strangely dance.
Slipping down into the water as deeply as she can,
she revels in the liquid warmth enwrapping her.
Such contrast this is to the crispness of the air around her!
Before running her bath, she felt compelled
to turn off all the heat in the house.
Now she reaches for her glass on the edge of the tub.
Bringing it to her lips, she savors one last time the wine,
her one small taste of "heaven"
from the bottle now lying nearly empty
where it spilled out to wet the floor’s cold tiles.
Very relaxed, she sets the glass back down beside her.
It topples over. The woman hears it shatter. . . yet she lies still.
Intoxicated (as was her plan),
she lays the sharp edge of a razor blade against her wrist.
Making sure to clutch it well,
she slices through veins but feels no pain.
Then the other side. . . Red fluid threads
stream among the fading fizz (all that now remains of the dancing bubbles).
And as she drifts off into numbing unconsciousness,
it dawns on her that her tub has somehow become unplugged!
She is too lightheaded. . . too feeble now to move.
The heated fragrant water slowly and steadily subsides.
A sharp chill invades her body.
With her final breaths, the woman thinks of how her one last plan -
to be discovered immersed completely in water -
has ended up just like every other messed up thing she ever did
and how her plan,
like the water of her "perfect" bath,
has just
gone
down
the damn
proverbial
drain.
7/7/13
Tony Abbot ex minister prime you came on the net
To spoke at length, to good friends of mine. Graham
And Jhonny ‘a real friendly talk’ about
How you as a part-time fiery walked some hot
Walk. In 2018 when you helped
And that’s all good..' Where so many did lose their lives
And Homes possessions as the blazes grew' as they
Never should Brian Naylor and his wife died now he was
An anchor!! That was a man! he
Spoke true. Not a zak a dozen his thoughts
And style. And you know that too! He’d beat this drainstream
Media, by fifty country miles. And Graham
And Jhonny well i give all respect! Yet they trod sorta
Easy with you Tony.' In style But me?? Well, now i'm
Different.. I ain’t done (you bet!) yet!
Cause you know ( the story ) and the tipans
That roam, that old bush city, that satan calls
Home! Once you were destined for much better
Things yet you joined ‘that circus you ran in
The rings’ you know the skulduggery the
W e f plan. The noble reasons? I.e. genocide
Deception and even the scam, on lesser humans? Women children
And men, the old and vulnerable, just inspect your inner
Soul And see if there remains anything the devils not
Stole? Why not interview Bosi?
Adam Antic too. Turn to Malcom Roberts and the country
That nurtured the beginning of you!! Turn to the
Ringers to the cockys and such' to truckies
And Doctors. To the police who resigned
And all those WHO STOOD TOUGH! Just like Graham
And Jhonny' 'they gave about all that they
Had. (Yet couldn’t really confront you). And that’s real sad
They were concerned
At any backlash.. I reckon that now? Yet I
Will not stand on ceremony. I will push you
And how!! I ask you Tony will you
Put your cattle in the yards? Will you give out some fruit?
Shake the limbs by each bough . eat and drink out of silver
it’s not really that hard! What value gold
Against honour? Turn from the murder' about now!
Raise up a standard, for that’s by far
Your best shout!
Seek out Babet and Pauline Neil Patterson
Rod Culleton they're still about.'
And they are just a few. A whole country is willing wanting leadership
That will do.!
(it just needs more people to stand, who are – really, true blue!).
©Joe Maverick 23rd May 2024
Who is the bear;
That is running scared?
Taken what is not his
What it is, what it is;
Telling you what's good for you
And what's not
Drinking portage and hemlock (what)
And who is the lion
whose got the people crying
Saving grace has no place for intolerant tying up people with masking tape
Must break free, watching out for the killer bees
And who is the man
That has a better plan than I
Whose life is it yours to take
And whose lies are you gonna enforce
I won't intricate nor retaliate
I'm just gonna sit here and wait
I won't intricate nor retaliate
Just gonna sit here and wait just wait
Eat all of the vegetables here on my plate
Carrots, broccoli, sweet beans and rice
Peas, collar flower and spinach leaves
I am gonna eat the greens and the fat of the land
Why is the lion up and roaring?
And why is he trying to take what's not his taking what is stolen
Put it down, put it down lion;
Chasing and killing innocent children women and men
And who is the lamb, steady and fine where is Ben?
Open and ready to determine His kind
Saving grace has no place for intolerant hipOquits huh!
And who is the man
That has a better plan than I
Whose life is it yours to take
And whose lies are you gonna enforce
I won't intricate nor retaliate
I'm just gonna sit here and wait
I won't intricate nor retaliate
Just gonna sit here and wait just wait
Eat all of the vegetables here on my plate
Carrots, broccoli, sweet beans and rice
Peas, collar flower and spinach leaves
I am gonna eat the greens and the fat of the land
am gonna eat the greens and the fat of the land
cause that's the kind of man I am
Eat the green and fat of the land
04/15/14
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Arranged music by Jonathan Echtinaw
In the U S March is Women's History Month, and tomorrow, March 8, is International Women's Day. So, ladies everywhere, this piece is for you. Salud!
You are woman, so defined,
You are perfectly designed,
Every aspect of your being makes you who you are.
You meet the challenges you face
With intelligence and grace,
Because of you the human race has come so far.
You have measure, you have worth,
And your purpose here on Earth
Is to show the world war's not the only way.
You may question, you may doubt,
But you bring good things about,
And do it all without a rancorous display.
Man is creation at its worst,
Why you were not invented first
Is a mystery, unsolvable, it's true.
Though chauvinists may sneer and scoff,
We might be so much better off
If the running of the world were up to you.
We'll never understand God's plan,
So from one less-than-perfect man,
To all you women,
Thanks for all the things you do.
There will be
There will be
Oh yes, there will be
there will be
there will be days like that;
better receive it yet,,,
don't be endowed as a follower, be a leader;
there will be days like that;
when you won't need this nor that;
open your eyes, look to the skies, raise your hands toward heaven;
God has a place for you;
and a plan He has too;
and there will be days like a blazing, burning hell;
But God my Father will cool and comfort you;
while He's telling you;
You are His child and He won't leave you in the corner scared;
There will be;
There will be;
Oh yes, there will be;
and He will see;
to it that you will be;
There will be days like this;
There will be days like this;
oh, my, my, my what about the nights;
Some days I feel like I'm under;
instead of being over, I'm covered;
by glooms and despair, it's everywhere;
so don't just stop and quit;
I know that I am heaven blessed;
I know that I am heaven sent;
this I speak it, I insist;
ahh ahh ah aha ha...
There will be days like this, there will be days like this;
there will be days like this, there will be days like this;
there will be days like this;
there will be days like this;
there will be days like no other yes! even better and blissed;
there will be days;
there will be days;
in all of thy ways acknowledge Him;
give Him praise in all your ways;
give Him praise no matter how good or bad your days are;
for there will be
for there shall be;
it will be good and bad, happy sad;
There will be days like this;
There will be days like that;
what's under your hat, but thought process...
there will be...
there shall be...
it's within man's greed, to be, to need;
and I end this in a prayer;
I pray that all matter, matters;
for there shall be good days and sometimes bad;
my advice is to you;
stop doing what you do (all that's negatives)
stop moaning start rejoicing;
stop signing and demining;
raise up your arms, hands and voices;
try this and other more positive choices;
close your eyes and reach to the skies and pray;
for this is a better way;
just because there's....
There will be days like this!!!