Long Twenty percent Poems
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Your carpet sounds fine, but now wait!
You say there are spots here and there?
Some smudges show dirt that you hate?
The solution I will now share.
I'm telling you what you should know!
This Zap is the best cleaner found!
And like the commercial, I'll show
It's quick and works well all around.
Just spray it on those spots of dirt-
No need to scrub in or to blot!
Foam power is built in each squirt-
walla- and away goes the spot!
Like magic, your carpet will gleam.
No one will suspect dirt was there.
You'll smile while this cool, magic cream
will fix your stained rug with great care!
And just for the heck of it, too-
discounted now twenty percent!
No kidding, it's so very true-
you'll wonder where all that dirt went!
If I had a sad broken heart
Not because you died dear
But that you chose another bride
Who's so limited I fear
She posseses only twenty
Percent and I eighty
Chosen in my youth gifted blessed
God prepared me for thee
Now that I'm aged unable to work
Not able to serve you
You seek a twenty percent girl
Unintelligent shrew
Wish you well in your endeavor
You're getting just desserts
Twenty percent's offerings small
So small just miniskirt
This one is based on 80/20 principle
This is not an original idea
I heard it in a sermon by T.D.Jakes
When a person marries, gets a new job,
or a new home, etc.., everything is great.
Then the new wears off and fault finding
begins..Nothing is a hundred percent
usually about twenty percent imperfections..
Thanks for the challenge:
HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Contest entry....
The space around me gets larger everyday and the wind that sits beyond the mountain is blowing residue of hope in the air and the birds sitting on top of the tree trembles in fear.
The thistles underneath the bush waits patiently for its prey with elongated stems that stretches across the river bed, the creeping bushes surrounds the edges awaiting for midnight hour to open the door as darkness creeps upon the buoyant shore.
The space around me is infinite and when I stand in it my whole body is glued to gravity in the cockpit, with several buttons staring at me; the space become wider and the interior gets darker.
The pilot has fallen into a sudden coma and the aircraft start to wander off course but the passenger broke in and bought it back on track. I can feel the temperature rising above me and the meteorite falling from the planet above but the movement of the sun stands aloof in midair.
The earth is dining with the hidden dynasty and poking fun at the old Chinese windmill that sits on top of the hill, it has been there for many years, watching the clouds dancing with the moon, and the ships doing deep water dive.
They have a strong army that is void of reality, baked into a computer game. This is the fighting strategy for the two million military that occupy twenty percent of the global space. Computer animation streaming down your back but the bow and the arrow will cause great sorrow. I will take them down until I get the very last crown.
The space around me is enlarge, it like a submarine floating through the village at nights chasing the sharks on the other side as the water flows calmly beneath the dark.
The flickering light from the tunnel lights up the place as it circle the tunnels and chase the young lions on the run, it sets up a destination pack and seal the mouth of the tunnel after they float to the top.
There are many things around me and the small space in which I sit is surrounded with mischief but the particle of hope breaks out of the ground and engulf the entire town. In five minutes Troy was burnt to the ground spilling ashes and dust all around.
The space around me is swamped !
I feel sick.
Feverish with chronic,
Long standing lung disease.
The governor here
Has mandated everyone
Wear a mask when they go out
In public.
Some people will have to wear it
24/7.
Makes it all that much harder
To breathe.
My name is not George..
My skin is not black ..
Yet how many times will I,
Today
Have to say
"I can't breathe."
I will count
Just for the heck of it.
More than twenty percent
Who die in hospitals,
Die from something they catch
In the hospital.
This is day five of
Mid to upper nineties
Two more days to go.
I have no air conditioning.
Perhaps it is only
Heat exhaustion,
What does it matter
When that is life threatening.
Dust storms in NV last night...
Waiting in line,
Before the ATM of closed banks for 60 Euros to withdraw under the scourging sun
Old and invalid people are submitted to this daily torture, constantly moaning, for Our country’s suffering and for our own devastation,
While twenty-seven percent the unemployment has climbed
Forty percent the salaries and pensions went down and twenty percent the taxes up
Rendering hundreds of thousands of families poor with no money to feed themselves And their children
When
Close to one hundred thousand of our countrymen have attempted suicide of whom Ten thousand, unfortunately, have succeeded in ending their lives only in five years Because of the ruinous austerity measures taken to pay Greece's lenders
Parthenon, is mourning Democracy's assassination in the place of its birth
By the mighty creditors that suck the blood out of our veins
The Greek government in agony has turn to our allies for help to restore our Economy and thus to prevent the catastrophe that is approaching,
But the creditors, most of them anyway, with Germany leading the way,
To obliterate Greece wish with their unbearable and inhuman terms they have set
As though were our enemies and not our partners, because
Humanity has been lost in their hearts and only for them the profit counts
And I, one of the suffering Greeks, that shares the same lot as any,
In anxiety, a few words try to arrange for the tragedy of Greece to illustrate as a New Euripides or Sophocles but to no avail,
So I am waiting in line under the scourging sun, hoping my turn to come,
The sixty Euros, if am lucky, to get into my hands before the AMT is empty!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 JULY 2015
Internal Monologue
I guess I am truly getting old.
The time has come to let the old me go.
My face of youth no longer suits.
No longer feeling bullet proof;
More like feeling twenty-percent proof,
When I wake up, still in pieces.
I am sure I went to sleep hours ago.
I’m sure I did, I swear it.
My body does not feel rested.
It’s begging out to,
Get your head tested,
If you think I am moving right now pal!
You’re joking!
I ain’t moving unless there is an earthquake
And even then I will only be shaking,
But I won’t get up yet…
I love this bed.
I am setting up camp,
Understand?
She has not got up yet.
Don’t leave her all alone.
Turn off your phone and hold the water flow.
Just go back to sleep.
But I really gotta pee!
No you don’t, just hold it in.
It’s far too warm for that cold room with the sink.
So lay here with her until she wakes up
And when she does, ask her for a back rub.
I don’t know what you did last night,
But it feels like I slept on a log.
Ignore the dog that is scratching in the kitchen down stairs.
He can hold it in too, unless he hears you, walking down the stairs.
Look. She will wake up in twenty three minutes,
So give me a rest before the invasion of the kids,
The barking dog and the wifely orders;
The chores, the D.I.Y., the school run
And planting those borders!
The shopping’s today and outside looks so grey
And so very, very cold.
I’m feeling too old; my body aches.
I think in bed you should remain,
Just for a little while longer.
You know you ain’t getting any younger.
So close your eyes, just rest them a while,
So when she does wake you up,
With a word of love,
Or a shout,
Or a shove,
You can greet her with a kiss and a friendly smile
And don’t forget to say:
“Morning love.”
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
In dream last night when I talked to AI,
Our dialogue went on back and forth like this:
I said, look, we see what we like well nigh,
Hope, you’re not held with such human disease.
We can read misspelt words as fair and right,
I hope, you’ve acquired this ability--
To ignore what might fail to conform quite,
We can mute what distorts the harmony.
Wait, you see no more than twenty percent,
AI claimed, and make up from memory.
Is that so bad? I asked unrepentant
And this round ended to no one’s glory.
I woke with muezzin’s call at masjid gate,
The dream ended awaiting next date.
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Sonnet |16.07.2025| dream, technology
Note: AI= artificial intelligence, HI= human intelligence
Have you ever heard of the eighty twenty rule
Well that was created for a lot of us fools
In a relationship you re only getting eighty percent
Of what you really need
Even though there are twenty percent out there
That might look good indeed
Stop and think are things really that bad
To perhaps jeopardize the best thing you ever had
Are things really that out of line
Where you can afford to throw away a dollar
Just to chase a dime
Is it worth trading the a simple life for a life of hell
Just because you thought you wanted a piece of tail
Yea temptation will catch your eye
That doesn’t means the grass is greener on the other side
So If you signed up to cherish honor and obey
You cant change your mind when something new comes your way
Maybe your relationship is not what you want it to be
But before you start another let that one free
And once you're out there you will see
Why there is so much space between eighty and twenty
That twenty might be great but think to yourself
Once that five minutes is over what do you have left
To late you're left crying thinking about the facts
How badly you wish you could get that eighty percent back
there will always be temptation from time to time
but don't throw away a dollar trying to chase down a dime