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I sometimes have job opportunities with very great benefits and incomes,
and I'm often approached more times than none by various unemployed victims,
who ask me if I can do anything for them
to get them accepted into my livelihood and membership of my very great union.
Before obligating myself to any of them,
I'll look straight into the eyes of each and every one of them,
"Heed my words strongly," I then say to all of them.
"I don't take kindly to being interrupted or for myself to be repeating.
Are you willing to risk screwing up my good reputation
by screwing up regularly if I recommend you to be accepted into my very great union?
If you're a screw up and will screw up, please save me the aggravation,
because you will have then screwed up permanently my good reputation.
My superiors will never trust another one of my recommendations
that could have helped a deserving family in need had I recommended them.
So again, if you're a screw up and will screw up, please save me the aggravation,
because when you screw up with me,
I'll have to kill you sadly,
and on that issue I am never joking."
Needless to say I get few applicants asking for my recommendation,
but the ones I do recommend become the very best at performing their profession.
Scared
by Odin Roark
Fear saved the fly
The spider wept
Fear kept men alive
While Napalm paved the way
Fear keeps the 1% insulated
Handlers and mental bodyguards
At their beckon call
The mongrel on Manhattan’s frozen streets
Knows well the virtue of fear
Yet
Never will we see our species
Handle being scared like an animal
Where the lesser evolution will defend
We the sentient superiors will think only offense
How beautiful
How heart wrenching0
The defense elephants
Rhinos
Big cats
Exert to protect only that
Which is their province
Their instinctual responsibility
Wanting not to harm the perp
But only to ward off the aggression
Escape to safer surroundings.
Why does man feel he must instigate aggression
To justify his superiority?
Why do we continue our behavior
Moving science
Technology
Mind set
Ever closer to android resolve?
Might we be so complacently satisfied
We ignore the advances of AI?
Are we really so consumed with the media clap trap
We’re becoming more and more ignorant of information
Vet proof stats that tell us
Wake up
And yet
To sit in a quiet attic
Observe the simple
Yet perfectly designed survival
Instinct of the spider
Is to become aware
It’s all about living in harmony
Not acrimony
Wait patient spider
What you need for another day of survival
Is but waiting
Love nature
Or perish
What happened is certainly enough to appall.
I'm in the Army and I was forced to go AWOL.
I am disgusted by what happened and it's hard to believe.
Even though my brother was dying, they wouldn't give me leave.
I wanted to see my brother one last time before he died.
I plead with my superiors to give me leave but I was denied.
When it came to my late brother, I thought the world of him.
I went AWOL to be by his side and to tell him that I love him.
Now I'm facing a Court Martial, I'm in trouble indeed.
They turned their backs on me in my hour of need.
Now they're treating me like I committed a horrible crime.
But at least I was able to tell my brother that I love him in time.
A Court Martial and time in prison are what I'll probably receive.
But my superiors were cruel and despicable for not giving me leave.
I Light A candle.
For all the love, and all the lost.
For all who paid the cost.
I light a candle.
For the memories that live.
All the souls who died.
For the mother's who cried.
Because, the Devil lied.
I light a candle.
I light a candle for you.
I light a candle
because, yesterday is gone.
and as I write this poem,
of flames of love everlasting.
For the times that's passing.
For every breath,
and I'm gasping.
for 9/11,
Planes crashing.
I light a candle.
For the slaves,
for the power, pain, and rage,
of my ancestors,
for the lost man,
superiors and warriors.
For the Gods of the land
who died taking a stand.
Because, I can.
I light a candle,
with flames that will burn for eternity.
I light a candle for you,
in your memory from me.
I light a candle for the human race,
for the judgement,
for the day.
For a God who gave his only son,
for us to live today.
For the pain he must have felt,
because, he made and paid the way.
I light a candle
for the suffering of many.
I light a candle
for your memory
I light a candle
even when I'm feeling empty.
Thanking God,
that he's with with me.
that he's with me.
I Light A Candle
I am never intimidated,
or resticted testifying
on Your behalf, but always
courageous and motivated
to let others know in verse
the distorted shunned truth.
Numerous tendencies
and inclinations due
to imperfections weaken
the faithless soul
and the erring spirit.
My supplication to the Almighty
is to live a purposeful, tranquil life
and the same blessing
I ask for my loved ones;
I pledge a deeper respect
for my parents and superiors,
especially for mother
who has guided me
half-way to Paradise
through her daily examples and
inspirational prayers.
I am easily prone to fall into the pit of sin
and into the grievous negligence,
but with the wisdom the Bible givs:
I can rest assured that no harm
I will ever encounter while living.
My supplication to the Almighty
is to never let the sharp swords
of the unbelievers pose a threat
and stop the warm bloodstream
in this body beautified by Him.
I supplicate the God of David
to whom he dedicated wonderful verses
of humility, faith, wisdom, and virtue
to preserve all thoughts in the hearts of men
when they are faced with the dilemma of choices;
they will perceive that without God's guidance
they will drown in a sea of lust and greed.
About 600 BC sailors went down the East African shore
A Pharoah had sent them, afraid of an oncoming war
They rounded the coast at the African horn
Astonished at what they saw that morn.
The sun arced in the north, it just couldn’t be
The earth was flat in those days, everyone did agree.
When they reached home, the crowds didn't believe
But it’s exactly the reason we know they didn't deceive
They had passed the equator, of a world that was a sphere
It shows that away from the front, we should trust what we hear.
A unit of Jewish women saw Hamas soldiers rehearse
To take hostages, blow up fences, they reported chapter and verse
But their superiors didn’t believe them, told them to be silent
The result of this skepticism was incredibly violent
On the seventh day, seventeen of them were killed
Hamas filmed on their go-pros, so much blood spilled
To Hamas liberation, but I shake my heads at that day
Israeli dogma near the top meant quite a price to pay.
Pilots warned of safety concerns at a D.C airport for many years
Near misses with helicopters was the source of their fears
One captain said he could not imagine what kind of designer
Could let helicopters cross the paths of a crowded airliner.
Then a helicopter collided with American airlines 5342
67 died, figure skaters, coaches and an engineer too
Friends who had gone duck hunting in Kansas, didn’t think they would die
Because of an avoidable burst of flame in the sky.
Our hierarchy should be inverted, the hands-on types know more:
the people at the scene, the sailors by the shore
From cockpits and borders to decks on the sea
The front line sees first what the future will be
The theorists in their armchairs, the truth they must seek
We need to bypass them, link the base to the peak.
I sat beneath a Veteran-oak,
In awe of His strength—
Here was a solid spirit!
Sympathy you get from Willow,
But stiff upper-lip from old soldiers,
With forged bark —
His limbs flexed, cut, rippled against the wind…
No chinks in this warrior-wood…
“Divide and Conquer!”
Then I thought of my Father—
A cook at the end of the war—The Big One!
You know the One I mean, as if there are small ones—
When the commanders were through eating
He was instructed to toss the leftovers
From the belch of plates—
Trashcans were in the alley,
The steel that seems intrinsic to battles
In one form or another—
The hungry German children
Would sneak pass the guards
And line-up;
My father would sneak pass his superiors
And his honor
To dispense carefully wrapped scraps…
Well, soon the line was out into the street
As my father was compelled to seek food
From wherever he could steal, beg or barter
To procure—This brought attention—the cat-out-of-the-bag,
And all hell down on my father,
As the captain screamed: Gus, these are the enemy (the children in the alley),
What in God’s Name are you doing?
He was forced to stop—no Court Marshal though…
I looked up again at the old oak,
Through the snarled branches
Deep into the staunch soldier,
Where I spied a nest
In a small, compact fork—
Having a canopy of extra leaves
For shade and shelter from the wind—
I smiled—hum…
His bark reddened, but like my father, no apology from this weathered soldier…
Here is the secret monologue of many:
"I am loyal, a servant most true!
That is until...I am not paid in full,
Then I turn to tattle, and to trash
Your trust with treason, high and foul!
As dreaded foes tread freely upon you,
I will make merry in your misery!"
"You may hate me, but faith is not free,
Loyalty demands largesse, and a fee!
For the times are adrift in seas of greed,
Full of subtle hints, hidden in sly smiles:
You there! Heed and hear: Pay me well
Or prepare to be quelled!"
Poem inspired by Mencius' important exhortation:
Mencius had an audience with King Hui of Liang. The king said, "....You must have some ideas about how to benefit my state." Mencius replied, "Why must Your Majesty use the word 'benefit'' All I am concerned with are the benevolent and the right. If Your Majesty says, 'How can I benefit my state?' your officials will say, 'How can I benefit my family,' and officers and common people will say, 'How can I benefit myself.' Once superiors and inferiors are competing for benefit, the state will be in danger. When the head of a state of ten thousand chariots is murdered, the assassin is invariably a noble with a fief of a thousand chariots, When the head of a fief of a thousand chariots is murdered, the assassin is invariably head of a subfief of a hundred chariots. Those with a thousand out of ten thousand, or a hundred out of a thousand, had quite a bit. But when benefit is put before what is right, they are not satisfied without snatching it all. By contrast there has never been a benevolent person who neglected his parents or a righteous person who put his lord last. Your Majesty perhaps will now also say, 'All I am concerned with are the benevolent and the right. Why mention 'benefit?' ''
All rights released into Public Domain
Border surveillance female scouts
their warnings unheeded about
an attack, imminent, from Gazan Hamasniks
IDF superiors pooh-poohed the risks
Prime Minister Netanyahu ignored their reports
on Yehudah and Shomron he focused his every resource
Yet ‘Bibi’ survives as PM to this day
the surveillance report long since filed away...
O, Justice, Justice, have ye fled underground
~ where Hamas abducts innocents all year-round
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'Justice, Justice, Thou Shalt Pursue' - Deuteronomy 16:20
Hamasniks - members of Hamas, whose 1987 constitution
mandates the killing of Jews in Israel and worldwide
IDF - Israel Defense Forces
Yehudah and Shomron - Biblical lands the media refers to as
'the West Bank' (of the Jordan River).
'Bibi' - Prime Minister (PM) Netanyahu of Israel's nickname
Listless waited the farewell cake on plate,
And all the rest, nigh too eager to leave
On uttering polite words that came late,
I recall that custom-built tedious eve
Called a send-off to balding me to give.
When eased I was unto my life's late eve
Called retirement, an edge of precipice
That left me with old memories to live,
Warm words when felt like biting cubes of ice,
When virtuous turned many an old vice.
Cake tasting bitter sweet with thick icing,
Cold drinks gotten warm by hypocrisy,
A pomp-enwrapped gift packet left waiting
For evening to end rather hurriedly,
Boat-less from ship when one’s lowered mid-sea.
When a toothless tiger’s left lone to fade,
Unto vacuum, cajoled for the farewell,
A cruel send-off more sinister made,
A routine that ought to be done, done well,
When style and form, not substance, must prevail.
When strange virtues were extolled— news to ears:
That ‘I would be missed for long time to come’—
By all, colleagues and peers and superiors—
Ho-hum that failed to add up to the sum,
In tune nor rhyme, strident beats a loud drum.
Yea, I remember well my farewell plight,
My value was when mouthed without a pause,
Just when I slipped into life's looming night,
Clicks before I cut cake amidst applause,
‘Old foggy’ who ‘a pillar of strength’ was!
So how I recall farewell night of ere,
An edge of precipice called retirement,
A torture of hollow words hard to bear,
When overnight I felt a force nigh spent,
The night I acquired in my gait new bent.
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Quintain (Tongue-in-cheek) |02.02.2013| remember
Poet’s note: To be fair to the company I worked for, my farewell function was nowhere so dull as this piece might suggest. But the truth is: I do not like farewells, soaked as they are in hypocrisy. I tried to avoid this one as much as I had a few earlier but failed.