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I'm in charge of everything.
It's my responsibility,
To keep control of everything,
Maintaining the tranquility,
Of everything and everyone,
And see that all runs well;
For this workplace is my domain,
I watch the rise and swell,
Of all the comp'ny's status quo,
And employee relations,
Making sure that everyone,
Is mindful of their station.
My shift will be the perfect one,
And if not heads will roll.
I want to see a perfect score,
When tallying day's toll.
The boss must know it's not just that,
I'm so dependable,
I'm more than just a pretty face,
I'm indispensable.
The boss must see that I'm the one,
Who runs things by and large;
A well oiled machine is this,
Because I am in charge.
Judy Ball
Sometimes in an effort to do a good job and gain the respect of our superiors we tend to forget what's really important. While it's iimportant to do your job to the best of your ability we must remember that the mark of a good leader is the ability to shoulder authority without growing muscles in your head. ;p
Minds,
Perception.
Ability
To associate
Ideas, or
Analyze.
Inept faculties.
His power is
Depleted by
Obsessions.
Sensationalism
destroys the ability to give
attention.
Deals with
feelings, high-strung
Causes a lack
of concentration.
Failed or inability to focus.
Attention spans short.
Practice makes perfect.
Obviously, he be
Perfectly obsessed with hate
with Obama, and winning.
Fail to relate
to urgent issues;
Plagued with deficient,
recognition, and
unable to retain thoughts;
lacking perception.
Sensations that signal are faint to the
Disinterested.
Relations to recognition causing
A lack of Understanding.
As their memories are distraught.
But it’s not his fault.
I say the fault lies with
The alleged sane, who allow
the venue to continue in this vein.
While backlash from the
silent consent is
spreading this illness.
Like a mental
Small-Pox
It won’t stop;
If our attention,
is forced to see that
which we don’t care to see.
We must then think;
How to get away from that which
sucks up our attention and
diverts concentration of our minds.
We need be…
in full control of our own faculties
and experiences,
that which holds our attention –
Holds our destiny.
Re-creating new manifestations,
Of morals - love- and
resolving issues.
Those are the tools we must use,
to change this negative energy;
And assert the power
of our collective minds.
Because the present Oligarchy;
Lacks the ability to connect the dots.
If not; In the interim,
shall we hold our breath;
While our lives are neglected?
If there be no change to this status quo
There will continue to be important
task unfinished, and the chaos of
” No dots being connected”.
The Dakota Wars
Took their toll
Native Indians
Out of control
Five settlers were killed
Is what started it all
Little Crow declared
More would fall
This all happened
Many years ago
As the history books
And the records show
August 16th
1862
Treaty payments arrived
Truly due
But the fighting had started
Like i stated above
Settlers and Indians
There was rarely love
August 18th
1862
Little Crow on the warpath
Tensions grew
The Battle of Redwood Ferry
24 soldiers killed
Dakota war parties continued
How could relations build
At the battle of Wood Lake
1862
The Dakota surrendered
269, quite a crew
In Mid December
The trials were set
330 convicted
Their fate to be met
Lincoln commuted
Most of the above
Leaving 39
For the deathly shove
One was reprieved
Leaving 38
Confirming
Execution date
December 26th
1862
In Mankato, Minnesota
The 38 flew
To be with their ancestors
Fly on the wind
Chant with their spirits
In plea to rescind
The above date
Histories numeration
Is written as America's
Largest mass execution
9/11
And the Civil War
Two tragic tolls
Above the Dakota Wars
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/native-americans.php
We hear, then reason; "-ane" becomes a chain,
Mundane, inane, profane — in one shared refrain.
The ear makes kin; the mind supplies the blame.
Their sound alone condemns an innocent name.
But '-ane' has no common ancestor that's known.
No single root from which these shades have grown.
They're joined by sound, not blood; a chance refrain,
They're strange bedfellows, lodged inside the brain.
'Mundane' simply means the earth beneath our feet.
The dust, the stars, the bitter, and the so sweet.
No dullness is dealt within its core domain;
We dulled the world, then christened it 'Mundane'.
'Profane' stood simply outside sacred ground,
Beyond the shrine, where ordinary life was found.
But thresholds hardened; differences gathered blame.
What stood beyond the sacred, gathered within its shame.
'Inane' was empty, hollow, a void within.
While 'vain' knew emptiness through a different kin.
Their meanings conjoined, though separate they remain—
Two roads to nothing, rhyming within the brain.
Then 'bane' arrived from quite another tree,
In Old English it's 'bana': death and enmity.
No Latin cousins riding on the train—
A killer merely dressed to rhyme with “-ane.”
So 'mundane', 'vain', 'profane', 'inane' and 'bane'.
Parade like blood relations throughout the brain.
The rhyme persuades; resemblance stakes its claim.
The ear invents a bloodline with which to inflame.
We hear resemblance, then presume a chain.
One word's dark shadow stains another's name.
A rhyme becomes a verdict; sound becomes blame.
Those unrelated roots all inherit borrowed shame.
We forge from echoes pedigrees of blame.
Make strangers kin, then stain them in our game.
Each word stood innocent; our ears supplied the stain—
We dulled the world, then christened it “Mundane”.
Through so much we have been,
my best friend turned stranger.
I'm reminiscent of my life back then,
thoughts of you permanently linger.
An R&B singer,
my heart-beat plays your acoustics.
My best friend turned stranger,
I cannot keep on doing this..
I miss our conversations,
relations,
that stimulate my creations.
My best friend turned stranger,
distance cannot destroy our
life time foundation..
**Dedicated to my Best friend Lauren Prater..
A woman who has touched me like no other
woman has ever.... Smart, ambitious, and faithful...
Traits that place her near perfection..
My best friend who will NEVER be a stranger..**
Jared Pickett
1/15/2010
Asavvy1
They restricted celebrations,
forget your relations.
They restricted travel,
watched families unravel.
They restricted purchases,
no provided services.
They closed the schools,
those were the new rules.
They closed the churches,
no Sunday soul searches.
They closed the gyms
and the flab begins.
They closed the restaurants,
forget sweet tooth wants.
They closed the theaters,
no full-length features.
They closed retail stores,
no welcoming doors.
They closed the bars,
murmurs of wars.
Society accepted it as well as they could,
as everyone felt the need to be good.
But then they closed the brothel –
an act so heinously hostile –
What? You call that a plan!
That’s when the fight began.
Absolute Surrender
A world that we live in,
Belonging to desires, is it a sin ?
Can we escape its illusive grandeur ?
Do we mean profession or amateur ?
Eternal truth of life we all know,
False relations, emotions and all ego,
Gather courage and accept the fact,
Holistic approach and you are on the track,
Introspect certain letters of credence ?
Joys will multiply, feel His essence,
Kindness and truth show His way,
Love and affection do always pay,
Meaningful should be a life you live,
Nevertheless it's a take and give,
Only if you could send some sunshine,
Perfect you will get the brewed wine,
Quantum of goodness has no measure,
Reciprocate passion and then treasure,
Soul to soul links if you can build,
Then world is yours in just one blink,
Universe will appear as a melody,
Vibrant beings His unique parody,
What if He is the greatest musician ?
Xylophone, kids can percuss better than a physician,
Your being can be a perfect eonian wonder,
Zest in heart and lyrics in head, if to Him you absolutely surrender !
August 21st, 2014
For contest 'Abecedarian' by Shadow Hamilton
Ranked 3rd
Near the river,children,
newly married women,
neighbours and relations
neatly dressed, wear threads on
necks, men wear threads on wrists
Next aarti's shown, to greet
Nation's pride Cauvery
Note:
South Indians rely on River Cauvery for the irrigated agriculture.Since the river experiences water flow seasonally, people are always excited to welcome and they celebrate the day(the water comes from the dam) as AADI PERUKKU. During this day,they tie knots on their necks and welcome the water by showing aarti(a form of puja,where the light from mudllamp and camphor along with flowers are offered) and peform several rituals.
A place which feels so familiar, yet we have never been there before
The sound of the birds, the wind beneath the leaves, the water flowing nearby
A place which we all dream about full of sunshine, happiness and peace
The light is so bright that it illuminates everything in its path and it is the only source of life
A place where we are free from pain and suffering yet prisoners to our own imagination
It is all that we hoped for, all that we wished for, but we are still unsatisfied
A place where we never go hungry but we die inside from being thirsty
Thirsty for more, thirsty for that which we were before
A place we call home but there are no doors and there are no windows
The people here are called a family but they have no relations
A place that makes us question our own existence and our true identity
Everything seems so clear and life is so simple, with no complications and no boundaries
A place which doesn’t exist but is the reason that we either live for or die for
The first thought of her isn't so nice.
You must think of her at least twice.
Some must muse of her at least thrice,
and often, that doesn't suffice.
The fact is, she's as cold as ice.
But she's very much a part of life.
Relations may be both love and hate,
Causing both head and heartaches.
I neither love nor hate her and to be
really honest, I don't even like her.
I suppose 'lukewarm endurance' would best
describe our relationship, but realistically,
I have learned to accept her. Her season is not
one to happily anticipate. Her freezes force some to
hibernate like bears and also cause others to navigate.
like birds. She's valuable and that's no debate.
I survived 5 seasons of her in two northern states.
In a southern state, I will always remember the good
ice-cold snow cream we ate. But her chilling bone aches
were very difficult to take, forcing some inside and others
to necessitate an escape. Anyway, there's no denying how
We all differ. Some of us like it hot, and others like it cold.
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