Long Portfolios Poems
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This Citizen Banker
safely in his compound doth attest,
sans donning his typical
gabbling and trumpeting ways,
while legally tendered,
currently being cents
less lee swept away
soul fully - bellow
wing from my chest
(with fortissimo, the
whirling wide webbed
watery tidal swells
rivaling the peak
of Mount Everest)
reef furring to being
nearly reduced to poverty
hence, essentially buck
king the tide while washed out -
since day short and dollar late
circumstances force me
to cash worthless buffalo chips
astutely as you correctly guessed
from deep pull horrible
United States economic situation,
where option non
existent against invest
ting, nesting, and squirreling
financial resources jest
accessible for wealthy people
to sync investment portfolios
region of popular tax haven,
viz Cayman Islands lest
hefty costs accrue
keeping scrupulously stashed re:
sources untouchable,
where Uncle Sam canst
access ex cell lent
healthy maturing outlook
king monies, and understandable
at rage against the machine
if rainy day funds messed
up, but solvent versus
debts drowning oneself
unable to stay afloat,
where declaring Chapter 7 bankruptcy
doomed to bobbing
within a sinking boat,
and where pointless
to pull out all the whistle stops
including abandoning resorting
to heroic measures
while additionally futile
to shed tears and emote
only kidding self to seek out goat
tam ma Buddha, nor will
I resort to gofundme
(cuz ma last name NOT Kardashian),
but matter of fact lee
roll with the figurative punches
feigning tubby Jew Dee
or an incarnation
of Muhammad Ali
during his ready for prime time Box
sing rebellious jabbering
left fist out fox
sing prize fighter un
defeated champ with mox
see, his champion modesty
oozed muscles like rocks,
a bankable one man
Gibraltar with precious
mettle to the core,
not wanting with his pugilistic,
yet homegrown genteel
ringing true mark
solid core state athletically valued
bankable bonded stocks.
S Sorriest type of assessment
T Two answers always sound right; one is author’s idea of more right.
A Assumes we have identical life experiences, exposed to same words
N No one likes them- not the students, teachers or parents
D Do not guess, but what to do when you have no idea whatsoever?
A Assumes students have computer skills and typing skills.
R Ridiculously limited as to what they are measuring
D Depressing to students who do not test well or have test anxiety
I I believe portfolios are a better indicator of student accomplishment
Z Zany questions never asked in real life, strange vocabulary also
E Excellent grade for ten students per school, demoralizing to the others
D Depressing to the student who gets a low score.
T Teachers threatened by their students’ test scores, tied to evaluations.
E Every parent needs to say “No, thank you."
S Students are over-tested before the real test.
T Teachers cringe when they see their students’ test results
S Students feel badly when they get a low score
A recent share on a post, that is so relevant to poets writing in a world seeped in instant self gratification.
Title.
The Entrepreneur
(A lone voice whispers)
We do what we do, because we are old school
Inspired by the likes of visionaries such as, Michelangelo or, Vincent van Gogh
For in a modern world driven to seek immediate validation, and the trappings of success
We may be becoming a rare breed
For deep down, we know this unconditionally
Unconsciously
We are a work in progress
We who do the hard work constantly, through patience, and resilience
We know we will eventually see the journey has been worth it
As we are blessed
When the world eventually sees or embraces our portfolios
For that immense need driven by relentless consistency, patience, and resilience
Will eventually knock on a certain door to be opened by us
Marked
"For the brave
Who conquered the Lands of Broken Dreams filled with Regrets"
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Hello Everyone. My entry below is a dedication to both the late Gungalo and the late Erich Goller. These two poets left earth and the poetry world before their time. Gungalo left us what will be three years next month and Erich left us a year and a half ago in November. His birthday is this coming week. Both people have a place in my heart and life forever. Pam and Erich you are missed by me and others as well.
"gungalo and erich where are you"
gliding through heaven
unveiled are your words
never alone they will be
gracing heaven or earth
alongside the poetry galaxy
love and more you both expressed
on any given day to your last breath
always you were there
night or day and in between
drawing images with images themselves
everlasting are your creations
resting in your portfolios
it tells me you were here
countless memories flash
hoping your shells are at rest
when I think of you both
hovering over words from the past
everything was right
relentless were you both
expressing and pushing me time after time
and although I replied my thoughts
remember this oh mighty ones
everything now is because of you
your work inspired me and the world
on this day I think of you and your legacies
uttering words of thank you
SkyWatcher - 05-06-17
If there is anyone who knew of Gungalo or Erich please let me know. I would love to know your connection and words of these two fine people and poets who not only wrote poetry but created their own formats and style thus always redefining poetry as well. Thank you.
Please know it is also an honor being here on PoetrySoup with all you marvelous talented writers. I feel privileged to be in the same membership and association.
Rest in Peace Pam and Erich
Grass verge
Blooms swaying
Breezy sparkles;
A wandering stray dog
I see
Moments
Smiles punctuate
This waiting game;
Sudden monsoon downpour
Stranded
Bus stop
Long wait here
Dehydration;
Fondle mobile device
Self-talk
Old place
Nicole Green
Freehold condo;
Once upon a time there
We stayed
Flowers
Plumeria
Red and yellow;
Pathway for a warm stroll
So nice
Darling
There you go
Waltzing my heart;
Purpose, puzzle, passion --
That's love
Dawn light
Sparrow song
On window ledge;
Morning thanksgiving hymn
Of praise
Start here
Toil and work
Cramp To Do Lists;
Schedule endless meetings
New day
Meal time
Well-earned break
Gulp food and drink;
So many things to do
So how?
Big crowd
Gathering
Now at our house;
Noisy get-to-gather
Beer fest
Story?
Tell me now
What's going on;
People playing board games
Rowdy
Urban
Adventures
Pandemonium;
Party portfolios scream
Madness
Who knows
The way out
Unending maze;
Escape from sanity
Takes time
Words paint
Strange pictures
Vague feelings cue;
Question your stumbling ways
To be
Listen
Laughter sums
Pulse, pun and wit;
Humour packs a sure punch
Right here
Leon Enriquez
03 Mar 2014
Singapore
CRAZY GODS
Several Gods placed in religious compartments
with varied portfolios on different departments.
How do they actually operate?
In each religion they are separate.
Same Universal Moral Values world- wide fly
irrespective of religion each human to abide by.
Do Gods in different religions interact?
Or on collaboration they act or react.
People belonging to different religion
have to undergo different administration.
Societies run, Nations being busy
‘Gods get no role’: They must be crazy.
01/07/16
Edited on 04/25/20
'STRAND PICK E' Contest by Brian Strand.
I have a dream of affluence.
Of dripping gold and bread..
To feed the mouths of children
Save the hungry from their dread
I have a hope of heaven.
Where the generous are free
To liberate the captives
Where compassion is the key
It's not the stash I'm after.
It's genuinely not.
My rainbow ends with colours
Not some ever roving pot
I have a dream of fruitfulness
That though my days are few
I hope investing wisely,
Is the thing that I can do.
For wealth is not possessions,
Acquisitions, portfolios or stuff.
It's justice, hope, contentment
It's being just enough
It's sharing and it's caring.
It's not a hand-out spree..
It's never so a spotlight
Lands itself on me
Quietly I'll gather
All the will I can
To be the earthly angel
Out to help my fellow man.
So when the curtain closes
As I'm sure it will one day
Those seeds that have been scattered
Bearing fruit to plant an orchard;
Feed the hungry on their way
“Our own Festival of Youth Sport reminds
us that the potential to achieving the highest
starts with home grown talent.” It's no jest.
Karen works for the Girl Guides, the finest.
She has spina bifida causing weak legs,
And started shooting in the year of 1984,
With the Duke of Edinburgh, open door,
The top award scheme where you core.
Stoke Mandeville introduced her to guns,
And she first shot in 1991 at the Euros,
Which were there with Belgium portfolios,
In the big West Flanders city of Bruges.
Karen made her debut at the Paralympics
Of Barcelona in Spain in the year 1992,
And went on to enjoy more Paras, due:
Three - Atlanta, Sydney and Rio with ado.
She thoroughly enjoyed Operation Raleigh,
Which was a disability trek to two islands,
Over the Atlantic to Turks, Caicos sands,
Where she dived among the coral strands.
Jeanette struck gold at the Worlds and Euros,
The non-Paralympic Worlds and Euros, that is,
In the sport of canoeing and she has portfolios,
In the Paralympic world as a swimmer, the biz.
She’s won a total of twelve swimming medals,
At five Paralympics going way back to Seoul,
But took up canoeing recently - one of her pals,
Nagged her into it. And has kids, a partner soul.
At the ICF Worlds in Milan in the class of K1,
Jeanette won the gold medal, and then in 2016,
At the ICF Worlds in Dulsburg, Germany’s lung,
Jeanette won silver in the K1 200m KL1 mean.
She took the gold at Rio, making it thirteen
Paralympic medals in total, and she said:
“I thought I’m never going to like it, [not keen],
but once I did it I absolutely loved it [dead].”
Greetings, ladies and gentlemen of the Associated Press.
As you know, our modern world is a chaotic hostile mess,
And we are being overwhelmed by garbage and pollution.
Hyper-Magnetic Technologies (HMTCH) has the dual solution!
Our new hypermagnetic ballistic launcher (HMBL) weapon
Is the latest greatest weapon of mass destruction.
Imagine, if you will, an ongoing heavy barrage
Made up of waste chemicals, and landfill garbage.
For eample, if problems continued with Iraq or Iran,
We could bury in refuse both Bagdad and Tehran.
Their population would give such an outcry
That their governments would fall or be compelled to comply.
Forget about ICBMs or future US invasions--
Garbage will be the ultimate ‘big stick’ for persuasion.
One ten ton HBML Launch
Would be the penultimate sucker punch.
Air Defense Artillery cannot shoot trash down.
All garbage launched will hit the target ground.
Invest now while our stock prices are still low;
We have the signed contacts. Watch your portfolios grow!