Long Teamwork Poems
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The "Busy Bees" danced
The "Nightingales" sang
All day long we practiced
To make a difference with
Our acts and words for the visitors.
They would see full flow of energy
A mix of teamwork and play and loving
And on opening night in the auditorium
Up at "Central Farm" outside the City of Belize
We shared the love
As love was shared with us
We were from rich and poor families
In Belize, British Honduras, but...
A week of free summer fun gave
Sweet memories of butterflies, and breeze
And the order in which we enjoyed three meals
And in between snacks, and comfort sleep
With sound of wilds, and waterfall.
Memories of that day Miss Wilshire from the Y
parked her car, and walked into our yard
And spoke in silence with Granny
And when she departed
Granny summoned me from playing
Beneath our house; I felt scared
Hadn't done anything wrong. She said,
"You and your sisters got summer treat"
That was sweet music to my ear, I can still hear.
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As feathered fowls* mentioned by the Scriptures
They are God’s wondrous creatures bound by flock-cultures
Possessing marvelously unique features
Blessed to triumph along flight freedom-ventures.
Enthralled with their displayed teamwork at full sight
My heart thanks the Creator Who upholds their migratory plight
Beautifying the sky in their V-formation of magnificent delight
As pelicans prevail through "upwash vortex fields" midst celestial light
I marvel to see such birds praise the Designer of great magnificence
Who allows them to showcase their flying might with grace-iridescence
Inspiring humankind through their lovely presence
That exalts the Lord along environment’s license!
Psalm 50:11 I (God) know all the fowls of the mountains: and the wild beasts of the field are mine.
Psalm 78:27 ... and feathered fowls like as the sand of the sea.
January 27, 2019
Edited on October 4, 2022
1st place, "A Flock of Birds" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; Judged on 10/6/2022.
Only when thy spirits dance in bright dreams,
Shall thy great team flourish by living streams!
'Tis our heart's aim to labor with steadfast
Spirit; the goal, we are nearing it.
Firstly, we aim to do earnest teamwork.
Then give great ideas in modern, new birth.
Everyone there needs to share energy.
To keep thriving in mutual synergy.
Only when you're all dreamily alive.
Will your great team 'Walking Live' truly thrive.
Members know they must always remain clear.
And never forget to carry oak gear.
One day or another, they'll be running.
In the meantime, they need to be stunning.
Their bronze eyes, symbolically summarized.
Knowing now what they've always theorized.
That honest kindness,
As well as helpfulness,
Determine their readiness,
To survive on celestial blue-green marbles seamlessly!
We seek to join our hands in earnest toil,
Then breathe great thoughts into this fruitful soil.
That simple truth and grace,
With mutual succour in this place,
Doth provide readiness with goals,
To dwell where azure groves and emerald balls roll,
Walking live!
Never an academic
tragic at school
I just didn't get it
I learned bugger all
But is a desk natural
just look at a book
a pen and some paper
write what you took
all that sitting down still
not an evolutionary skill
long grass in a field
with teamwork to kill
the fact is hunting is learning
coordination and communication
synced movement not disturbing
alert, brave, unification
the strong and the tall
were the alpha mammal
but now it's the book worm
taking their turn
we look to intelligence
to guide us along
it's now mental relevance
over physically strong
now the alpha's the clever
they think up solutions
we forget the athletic
who enabled us humans
we needed the torso the legs and the arms
we needed the brain like we needed the palms
now we need eyes brains fingers and tongues
humans evolved to do less than they've done
apex at the top
but maybe that's your lot
the mighty do fall
when they slow down or stop
What of pride and presentation
When time is short in duration?
An octagon out of a square...
Proverbial scissors used there.
It is what it is - this, I hear
Constantly in and out each ear.
A triangle meets hexagon
In repetition, on and on.
Input dried of saturation...
Effort tried, no compensation.
Ongoing instances of these
Bring situations to their knees.
When unavailability
Of resources persists to be,
Circumstances are made humble...
Everything begins to crumble.
One example - making a cake.
Unsuccessful within its bake
When ingredients are lacking...
Outcome evident of slacking.
If its method is not followed
Proper, it is harder swallowed.
When void of cooking essential,
Cake does not reach its potential.
Take another scenario...
The teamwork of employment so.
When two workers turn into one,
Managed quality is undone.
In regards to minor detail,
Its freshness gradually turns stale...
Pending failure when correction
Is established of inspection.
Conclusions do not come with ease...
What once was, no longer a breeze.
Corner cutting in all respect
Leads to certain snowball effect.
Such distressing leads to stressing...
This, is it worth second guessing?
Band-aids sometimes necessary,
But should just be temporary.
I sit here and cry for all the lost
The victims of our world in conflict
The innocent should not pay the cost
These tears a coming horror predict
Mothers and children are blown away
The victims of a world in conflict
We talk yet we have nothing to say
Not understanding what's going on
Mothers and children are blown away
With blood spilled is the victory won
Survivors haunt ghost towns as they wait
Not understanding what's going on
We cannot leave the outcome to fate
Watching the destruction of the weak
Survivors haunt ghost towns as they wait
Rise from our silence it's time to speak
No longer looking the other way
Watching the destruction of the weak
The helpless do not know what to say
I sit here and cry for all the lost
No longer looking the other way
The innocent should not pay the cost
Richard Lamoureux and Eileen Ghali
For Shadow's Teamwork Contest
September 2, 2013
Alternating stanzas...starting and ending with Richard Lamoureux
Poem 2 for the teamwork contest
Where is the light that lived within
Why has the flame of doubt appeared
The trees bend slightly in the wind
Towards darkness now have you veered
Focus on the things dear to you
Where is the light that lived within
Your day will come before it's through,
You that have lived not died with sin.
Deep in your soul you seek therein
The pleasures that should not have been
Where is the light that lived within
Questions of how this came and when
How long have you abandoned life
What have you done where have you been
Will you choose to remain in strife
Where is the light that lived within
Penned on 26/08/2013 using
Form : Quatern by
Seren Roberts and Wayland Bunch
Contest : Team Work
Diamond Buyer or Cubic Zirconia buyer
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still for eternity trying to decide
marveling upon the stones
might eternity speak you as mine
that forever and always
we are as one
Lovers to an unloved world
Us together it hints at the right time
it is allocated for it's destiny
Us as one
might the beauty of the world shine upon us
shine & sparkle with it's magical beauty
a sparkle that turns unloved into loved
then might love captivate us into togetherness
it captures what I imagine
to make easy of togetherness
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working too hard to be lovers can absolutely be a dangerous thing for a relationship. When love starts feeling like a grueling second job, it usually means you are forcing compatibility, ignoring red flags, or Working your fingers to the bone.
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we can try to recreate
a perfect thing by
using lamb and beef
to recrreate the taste
or just buy alpacca meat!
of the Alpacca taco's.
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When a couple says "we're pregnant,"
it sparks a big debate.
Some people feel it is a sweet
way to show teamwork.
Others feel it is silly because
only one person carries the bab
It's a ball and you kick it
Seems simple enough
But it's more than a game
'cos you have to be tough
I'm not talking a buzz-cut
Or some scars from a fight
For this resolve is internal
Overlook it, you might
You may cuss, scowl or spit
That doesn't impress
Now this game's claimed by women
Swapping shorts from a dress
And the girls that will follow
In their thousands for sure
In competitive joy
This old game has it's cure:
It is teamwork and faith
It is laughter and tears
It is training like crazy
It is banishing fears
There's never been greater
A reason or rhyme
To describe this potential..
Ladies - this is your time
For the men have inspired us
Reaching dizzying heights
But the women converting
So many wrongs into rights
Take tenacity, love
Add a wholesome respect
Work ethic unriveled
With the fans they connect
Crossing boundaries, restoring
All that seemed far apart
The game has been longing for
This feminine heart
Zealots are totally incapable of any emotion other than rage. It is an unalterable law that people who claim to care about the human race are utterly indifferent to the sufferings of individuals.
— Quentin Crisp
ZEALOTS
The raging machine, storms of zigzagging arrows, fueled by each word that bounces off the trampoline of their eardrums. A zealot sage, an oxymoronic knight, not a saint. Stained not with tears but billowing eyes and cheeks.
emotional wreck
concentrated on one theme
no deviation
The heave and the ho of heavy sacks. Teamwork in torrent. The zealot doesn’t stop to hear a prophet, except Simon. Simon will buzz in their ear about a diamond but the team has their eyes on the gold. With cold, strong hands, they sharpen their swords, meditating on the prize. They want to topsy-turvy, throw out the law, upturn the tables of dirty coins.
if one turned his head
a scene of perfect substance -
heals blind, deaf and dumb
Does the tyrant trump the zealot, or is power the point? Both explode. Not on their sides, you will be imprisoned or stomped out. Simple Simon was a zealot whose ears steared toward the Son of God.
Simon the Zealot
apostles known by their works
one’s tax collector
Zealots loose whilst hell’s hammer wills the fastening of cruel suffering. This innocent has the right approach to rid the world of tyrants though the chariots have not entered the course. The zealots would still be wielding their swords as the stone was kicked away in a powerful way.
Zealots have their way
the martyrs follow Christ’s way
Simon chose wisely