Long Restock Poems
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Perhaps creating too many companies
would use to much of the world resources
yet investing in farms would grow more crops
Perhaps creating more companies
would use up the world's resources
yet perhaps, what we need most, is entertainment
Even during the war
they realised that their troops needed fun
even during war they realised
to have a settled army
you need entertainment
stimulate the troops to keep order
perhaps we need a certain percentage of our wage
locked in to providing entertainment
employing the unemployed
for jobs that create an entertaining world
why should we waste money
and get nothing in return
We focus on profit
and yet what we need most
is to focus on life
perhaps
what we need is companies,
that improve the world's resources
our sea's depleted of fish
perhaps fish farms
would be the path to take
we already have salmon farms
perhaps investing in more
would be a good idea
perhaps it's solar power
that creates the greatest growth
investments can improve the world
working together investing every week
we could build farms
to restock our oceans
we could build farms
to feed the starving people
creating jobs so they can afford to buy
we could build solar power
to create a cleaner air
we could create desalination plants
to turn our deserts into farms
we could rebuild the forests
to create a living home
as human beings we could see
the problems we share
as hurdles to overcome
Perhaps other people
have better ideas
hope they lead to a better world
Café Musings
Same seat, corner, window, back to the outside.
Lost in a time warp of whimsy, voices, half thoughts,
overheard chatter. She is tall, stately, impatient.
He is rumpled, unshaven, fumbling for his change.
He is invisible to most, she is obvious to all.
What funnel of diversity directs them through
the door and why? Loud voices wishing not to be heard
bathe in smart phone glow, smiles, scowls, tears, latte.
Shifting their weight they pour the coffee,
attempt to smile, know there is no clock
but look for the time, wipe the counters,
restock the donuts, muffins, and thank yous.
The funnel never seems to empty, the door never
to close, the nameless, shapeless, shadows pass
through the humming drone of discordant sounds.
Same seat, corner, window, back to the outside.
John G. Lawless
Cafe Musings
1/27/2014
SEA OF ROSES
It was a sad affair and heartbreaking
Two girls murdered, whilst at school
Yet of course, no knives was the rule
Young lives were there for the taking
The area’s now a carpet of red flowers
One child named Rose, now resonant
The other was Poppy, equally poignant
As each tiny lit candle would last hours
The local florists had to restock roses
And red poppies were another request
Taken by hand, then also laid to rest
As eventually every door finally closes
National media came and filed the story
The ‘sea of roses’ shown on all the news
The local press did photos and interviews
Sadness and anger was almost obligatory
Roses for love, Poppies for remembrance
Those red petals almost paved the street
That imagery was both bitter and sweet
There for weeks at the school’s entrance
And here you are
on the end of a smile
that doesn't seem to fit
your face, caught
in the startle of a flash,
still and ageless
after all these years.
I wonder what thoughts
were in your mind
when the shutter clicked
to hold you there,
a wafer of who you were
back then, set free of time
to surface here, unchanged.
I will never know.
Each image now
a closed book revealing
nothing but its cover or,
at best, by luck,
a small, unexpected
glimpse of something more
caught in an expression
or in a look of the far way
reflected in your eyes.
Love always reaches back
to redeem what it can
to restock the treasures
stolen from its stores
by time.
And years hence,
will there be someone
looking at a photograph of us,
deciphering the pose,
seeking out a message
written in our eyes.
Will they see something
hidden in an old photograph
left there by chance, a sliver
of who we were, a little bit
of bone to replenish what
remains of us in their
reliquary of love.
The words of the Zulu coconut,
a once coveted souvenir
from an indulgent visit
to festive Mardi Gras.
As our hero speaks
two mice nibble
unobserved
at his
coat.
"Beads
were slung;
doubloons cast.
Grasping tourists
seized the trifling throws.
Floats advanced in the queue
krewes tossed their tokens wildly.
Prize gifts are meant to be given.
So I, Zulu, went from hand to hand."
Meanwhile a mischief of mice emerged
to attack Zulu's varnished coat.
As they quickly devour him,
his paint began its work
within their stomachs
to do the same.
Zulu's last
witnessed
speech:
"Far
better
to restock
the soil of earth.
Better to be spent
as nourishment to some.
Better still to end this life
by sprouting as a seed of hope.
Better than this: "paint may be toxic."
If you care to look in your cupboards,
You might doubt being out of bed,
As all you will see is red.
If you rush to the bathroom cupboards,
For something to keep you out of bed,
You may start to wonder if you are dead,
As all you find there is red,
If you dare to open more cupboards,
You may well end up under the bed,
Where you will find only more red.
When you have opened all your cupboards,
And established you are indeed out of bed,
Proof that you are alive not dead,
But have cupboards full of tape that is red.
Now will you clean out your cupboards,
When you come out from under the bed,
And stop acting like a bureaucrat who only uses tape that is red.
If you care to restock your cupboards,
Instead of going back to bed,
You will no longer think you are dead,
Your family will be well fed,
And you will no longer be seeing red.
I went to a cheese and wine party on Saturday,
where huge platters of cheese were on display.
There was Gorgonzola and creamy white Brie,
I devoured huge chunks with a glass of Chablis.
Danish Blue, Mozzarella and Swiss Emmental,
of course I had to try a sample of them all!
I declined Edam and Gouda, I find them too waxy -
and the last time I ate them I was sick in the taxi!
Soft creamy Camembert and blue Roquefort,
went down a treat with a glass of vintage port.
Crumbly Cheshire and Cheddar were so divine,
and tasted heavenly with red Beaujolais wine.
I’d chomped through all of the Stinking Bishop,
our hostess had to restock the whole dish up!
Then I munched little cubes of Monterey Jack -
if my doctor saw me he’d have a heart attack!
When our host carried in a blue Stilton in a truckle,
I loosened a notch on my now straining belt buckle!
I admit blue cheese can smell like men's sweaty socks
but ripe Stilton and crackers, this cheese simply rocks!
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11/12/18
Wouldn't it be great to win a small prize,
So I can restock my stationery supplies.
I first write it down,then I type it up
I make lots of mistakes, then I rip it up.
Just when I think I've got it just right,
I knock over my coffee,
It's been one hell of a night.
At last it's all finished,
I've got a pile in the bin
If I don't win a prize,I will pack it all in.
I don't need a lot, just paper and ink,
Oh and a litre of correction fluid I think.
Now I'm going to the post,
I say this with a smirk,
If I can win a little prize
It's got to be easier than work.
If you think this is a begging letter,
Of that there is no doubt
If I could say I've won a prize,
I would have something to shout about!
God is very real
and the power in His name
will always reveal
when the Lord God desired to restock
His newborn Christian flock
He sent His son Jesus to perform a miraculous act
to show mankind that He had their back
for through Him there's manifestation
of our spiritual salvation
He works through those who truly believe
He anoints them and the Holy Spirit they receive
He will help and guide those who need Him most
bestow upon them the presence of the Holy Ghost
so Jesus healed a man who was lame
with only the power of His Father's name
It was a most wonderful deed
to show how a powerful name can intercede
so If you commit yourself over to Jesus Christ
you will experience a much better quality of life
just do yourself this important favor
and accept Jesus as your personal savior
believe that now you will succeed
for in you He has planted a mighty seed
worship Him and pray in His name
you have nothing to lose and so much to gain
become a new creation and live by the power of His name
and from this day on, your life will never again be the same
Thank You God
In this day I give praise
That you sent your son.
To provide one a way
Into a being that seeks
Your face and love
Jesus paid the ultimate sacrifice
Once for all to receive forgiveness
To become molded and purified
Into a Child of God
Thank You God
That we can keep these animals around
Because without Jesus there would
Not be many left from what I see
Mankind would be down
to sacrificing mosquitoes
At this point of time
I see in Noah we had to restock
These lovely breeds that cause no harm
For if mankind continues to reject
And seek out their own lust
To satisfy their eyes and heart
These animals will bring comfort
to remember there is
Hope , Love , Peace and joy
In this world we just need to seek
It's available for it's been paid for
Once and once for all