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Dee clubb of davos, meets twice a year.' Un saintly rules to
Tank' that stinks.. From here.' Like vegetation to long underwater.' Slime and stench creeping 'over the borders'
A land pristine of 'white powdered' mountains colonisers
Of canberra.' Where they exported a pics-ean high fountain
Just like the one in geneva.. It springs to mind? Over an
Unruffeled lake, it all looks benign.' Back to the black-board
However we go.' Or perhaps? Its a pure white one.' Louse
Knabe, only knows.' Its a land of (choc o lait) a bit like old
Wonkas where trucks cant start before nine am or police
Will arrive and fine.' Which is not so fine.? Where you can't
Flush a toilet..' after ten o'cloch by night..You guessed it or
Another fine..Mess for any ' (not just stuff in the pipe-line) yet
Back to the conference centre where ( bugs are lauded ) as zee
Zouper food..This is all recorded.' I have heard some there
De-facate in bed.? If important thoughts are in their heads
( well the maids can clear it all up later ) its just perks of your billions.' And the fact your wealth is much greater.! Than
Nomal sense.? ( OH THAT WON'T DO.!) in the rarified air.' ten grand tips.? For doo-dooI'd say its not right.' Oh pooh.' So true unfair) yet
Thats the way of davos..In the year of the snake?? I'd nearly
Forgotton that omen.' So reptillian? btw the way do you
Want more cake.? The richest is availible only on such
Circus days.' Still makes a break from cricket bread and
Other junk food I must say.' Its really hard to see any benifits for the world.? Maybe its just me..? With my
Beliefs though one of which is (boys and girls) are much
Needed assets.' Indeed I stand to applaud; the reality of
A strong humanity.' And why not throw all our bugs overboard.)
They pollinate our farms
Without them, what would we do?
They give us the opportunity
To eat those veggies and fruits
They pollinate our farms
Help us to satisfy our appetites
With gourmet cuisines grown
By those who know the richest earth
They pollinate our farms
With their jubilant buzzing praise
Creating what we cannot
Blessings of God’s endless grace
They pollinate our farms
Give us a sample of what it takes
To bring about nature’s miracles
With their dancing wings of yellow
They pollinate our farms
Without them, what would we do?
They bring us a wealth of good bounty
To keep us filled with nutrients.
September 11, 2019
Where Bumbles Bounce Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
POET'S NOTES: I reread the instructions for this and it said memories which I have a few of - being stung when going barefoot, etc... but I'd already written this so decided to enter it anyway. Hope it's not too far off topic and if it is - God bless the entrants who have a better idea of bee memories than I do.
As liquid fire melts with twinkling sunshine in your eyes,
Opening wings now embrace deeply all of my true emotions.
Feeling the warmth of your beating heart now fluttering so,
I see a radiant chain of daisies growing in the deep green grass.
Every choice I have ever made throughout my long life,
Has led me now to you at this very special moment in time.
Beholding ivory silk starlight whispers of Heavenly angels true,
I have now a clear vision of my life, my fate, and my destiny.
Becoming the richest person in this giant, lonely world—
Means finding you and sharing our love unconditionally.
All real emotions we have beholding in this life of ours,
Are part of that God-given sensitivity from the Almighty.
Truly, as liquid fire melts beyond in great stars of the cosmos,
I think of you, our love, and the starlight whispers of angels true!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 21, 2016
(Unrhymed Couplet)
Job; a man of many troubles
For a few months in his life
Endured much pain and sorrow
Even great loss of life
He was the richest man
That then the world had known
But Satan hatched a plan
To destroy and to dethrone
God put limits to his plan
Before Satan could proceed
Jobs life he could not take
To this rule he must heed
He took all that Job had
Not a thing was left behind
Took his children and his health
It was an awful time
Friends came to comfort him
At least that's why they said they came
The kept telling Job it was his fault
That's why he now was poor and lame
Debate upon debate
Job had with each of them
He asked "why'd God create me
"I should have never been
Now God would not forsake
Though Jobs wife urged him to
For God gives and takes away
To Him my love stays true
Though his heart was true
He question why this had to be
He thought he'd always live right
But now look woe is me
Finally God would speak
He asked Job, "where were you
When the earth was made
Tell me what did I do?"
Where were you Job tell me
When I set the stars in sky
Job tell me where were you?
You know you cannot lie."
Where were you Job tell
When the seas were formed
Now tell me if you can
Tell me when they were born
"Now see Leviathan
Have you ever tamed the beast
How about Behemoth
Whose strength will not cease
Job give me an answer
This is my command you
Job said I not worthy
I know not what to do
Now God liked his answer
Jobs pride it now was gone
Then he said to Jobs friends
Follow all Jobs been shone
They sacrificed to Him
Seven bulls and seven lambs
Seeking God's forgiveness
Only as a person can
Now God healed Jobs illness
Gave him double what he had
Gave him seven lassies
Gave him three strong lads
No ladies then on earth
Had beauty like these found
When they had children
Jobs feet they came around
Now Job would still live longer
One hundred and forty years
Seeing great grand children
His life was free of tears
(Part Two, Continued)
The better choice of the two, I believe is clear enough even for the ignorant.
Everyday a new adventure in human psychology, pain, and suffering.
allowed the privilege to interact with an endless array of human variety.
This disease knows no race, gender, class, sexuality, or political affiliation.
afflicting far more than the deranged few, as some would have you believe
a stereotype of persons with addiction, to create distance from the disease
It is possible that every living human, knows, or is related to someone afflicted.
Denying to acknowledge their loved ones condition, is the definition of ignorant.
It seems only fitting that the cause of our modern day's massive rise in addiction
Heroin, so numerous in its effects, stronger than any before, and more addicting
Is the direct descendant of man's original addictive remedy, the Opium Poppy.
The worlds percentage of heroin addicted persons, passing epidemic proportions
nothing in our lifetimes has possessed this level of destructive power.
society barely managed to subdue and heal from the international Opium problem
The fact an implication of how difficult this new epidemic will be to stop
A terrible time to be an addict, but prosperous for entrepreneurial persons
Maybe this is my chance to increase my level of success in my current hustle
I have the ability, knowledge, and connections to be a true kingpin.
However, one constant continuously holds me firmly at my current level of success
Held back so long by addiction, I finally realize the extent of my enslavement
If I didn't have to support an immense and ever increasing drug habit
Long ago, I would have reached the level of extreme wealth and riches
I am embarrassed to admit the expense of my extremely costly past time
But, I will say with honesty the number spent resides in the millions
And, that is at distribution cost, purchasing quantity at a wholesale discount
Unaware and not wanting to know the true cost if bought at street price.
An entire lifetimes of earned yearly salaries, injected into my plump veins.
More money has gone into my veins, than into many millionaires bank accounts
If they hadn't been used to chase a short and fleeting sensation and feeling,
I would be among one of the richest individuals I know, without a doubt.
I spent my day shopping for rubies.
There are those who love to shop
for this, that, and for one thing or other,
and they will not stop until they drop.
I am not one of them and rather certain never will be,
but something very unusual happened to me today.
Something of a liberating nature arrested and captured me,
overwhelming me with energy for reasons I hasten to say.
I'm just a regular guy, rather withdrawn and shy.
I own a modest house and drive a working man's car.
I'm contented but will confess that my dream car is a Volvo.
But I tell you honestly, ruby shopping today was a bit bizarre.
I was invited to the home of the richest man in the world
Whose name perhaps you know, but I shall not reveal.
I best pause and tell you that this was just a late-night dream.
At random, he picked ME, gave his credit card to ME, Bill.
He made it clear and said, "No limits, and price is not a problem".
And then he said to me, "The ruby you buy will be for your wife".
I stood there numb and speechless, thinking, "I must be dreaming".
Nothing like this had ever happened to me in my entire life.
I have reluctantly shopped for shoes, slacks, toys, and cars.
Even the necessary shopping gives me a cause for anxiety.
I must say that my wife has always done the shopping for me.
I hardly believe it was I today making purchases like high society.
I must say that every part of me lit up like a 4th of July sky.
I was thinking of only one person as I headed off for the store.
I knew that my wife likes jewelry, but this was unbelievable.
I felt like the peace of a river; like gentle waves rolling to the shore.
070620PSCtest, First Line Prompt-3, Julia Ward
I WOULD RESTORE MY PEOPLES
If money was no issue and I could buy and restore anything...
I would buy back; the freedom, Identity, cultures, artifacts, and land of my people!
I would restore our land to everything we need to once again be the great and Independent Nations we once were.
I would buy back the education of our past, present, and great futures that lie before us, here and there after.
I would buy back the truth of our existence, reveal the lies that have kept us captive, Say goodby to those who still perceive themselves as the Masters and sing a sigh of freedom while starring at the depiction of a New World Plantation from a distance.
If money was no issue and I could buy and restore anything...
I WOULD RESTORE MY PEOPLES
MY ANSWER TO THE RICHEST QUIZ ON YOUTUBE
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The definition for the word decadent in this poem is the following: extremely
pleasing
The synonyms you can have in mind are the following: unrestrained and
shameless
I want to indulge in this love
To arrive at its very core
I want that delectable taste
The pleasure that it has in store
I want to revel in opulence
Luxuriate in comfort fine
To savor its decadent treats
Indulging in what is sublime
I want to relish its sweetness
To take in and not abstain
I want to be ravished by love
To give in to pleasure and pain
I want to be wild, uncontrolled
Glutted in a wanton excess
To be obsessively taken
Have my inner woman undress
Like richest silky smooth chocolate
I'll tempt, tantalize, and I'll tease
Making love to be what I want
To melt in my need to appease
Decadently decadent love
Is all that my heart and soul crave
To be lost in time and in place
To drown in a love that can save
Eileen Manassian Ghali
This is a repost. There was a time when I was deleting my poems. This was ohe of them. I have brought it back to light. Thanks for reading.
Your body is my sacred shrine
Its pilgrims are my seeking hands
My hungry lips traverse these lands
I worship you as though divine
No sacrifice I count as great
My only vow, your heart to sate
On lips, I spill my sweetest wine
The taste I take in burning kiss
You bless me with the touch of bliss
My fruit is yours on which to dine
I offer you the richest fare
My soul’s disrobed, my body bare
Our union mirrors the sublime
The galaxies explode in praise
This sacrament, we’ll keep always
Your body is my scared shrine
I worship you as though divine
On lips, I spill my sweetest wine
My fruit is yours on which to dine
Our union mirrors the sublime
For Craig's Constanza Contest
November 18, 2017
Who first stood atop the empire state?
Who first slipped into Khufu's tomb?
Who first walked across the stones of the Great Wall,
wind biting their face?
Who first plunged into the darkness beneath the Channel?
Who first watched the sun set across the Bay,
suspended on the skeleton of the Golden Gate?
Who was first?
You'd say impossible,
I'd say "the workers".
We forget too easily
how we owe everything to them.
our homes, our connections,
water at the curl of a finger,
light at the flick of a switch.
Without them, even the richest man would
live like a peasant.
Yet today we look away
or worse, never look at all.
We let them trade lives for profit,
watch in silence as they stomp over
the people who should be valued the most.
Pocketing pennies,
whilst their blood stains everything we've built.