Long Unit Poems
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How do I shine brightly again?
Previously I challenged the fluidity of the universe,
Of God.
Like an electric fence,
Misunderstood and fire fuelled.
I've tamed my dragons and have them sitting, domesticated under my arms.
I carry them with me,
The inner serpent I once demonised,
Like a large dog I wished other owners could empathise with.
No one sees them,
But we are one unit,
How do we fit through the crowd?
How can its immensity be present in the masses?
How do we weave through the bodies, not unseen but accepted?
How do I partner with my own severity?
I've got a hold of my extremities for now,
Until another injustice occurs.
My dragons are like attack dogs,
I hold their faces and nurse them to return to still.
My arms are busy cuddling them,
My darkness who I understand.
Raising a small human,
With a tribe inside,
A small body to guide who is a timeless soul.
How do we navigate the pathway?
A family of slippery serpents,
Staying close and misunderstood by generality.
One being with lifetimes swirling,
Thick skin and unseen protection.
Can't you see into their eyes?
No one could be cast aside here,
Scales nurtured and healed,
Arms heavy holding multiple,
Parts of one,
Forgetting they hold me too.
Oh my goodness, oh my gosh
We're totally out of toilet paper
Someone broke in and pilfered it
Known as the toilet paper caper
It's really not a laughing matter
So wipe that grin off your face
The FBI's Stolen Bum Wipe Unit
Was called in to take the case
Went around from door to door
Searching for a lead or a clue
Except for a couple of possibilities
Wound up wearing out their shoes
As the leads started growing cold
Up pops this suspicious event
A race being staged at the university
Likely no criminal intent
But the first across the finish line
When they rang the final bell
Was awarded two dozen 3-ply rolls
By the makers of Cottonelle
Why lie when the truth doesn’t matter?
Why speak when words are just pitta patter?
Nothing of sense makes sense anymore
We crave speed but is it really just time moving faster?
Every day, every hour do we scare at being relaxed in the clatter?
Release the mind to the casms of dark matter
Is this where the soul can truly relax?
Burn them down, work them hard, cast aside then remove to the scrapper
A unit here, a unit there - what’s to care? It really doesn’t matter
When truth falls from grace where do we stand in life’s chatter?
Is it real? Is it fake? Or is the point of this life the simple fact that it all just does not matter?
The name of Cook County Sheriff's Tom Dart
His staffers grin that he's really quite smart --
When it comes to his budget
He can't find ways to cut it --
'Cos 'bout taxpayers Tom could give a fart
Every word in the first stanza is true
Would I lie to astute readers like you --
When his boss says to spend less
Tom plays political chess --
Pay raises for his whole bureaucrat queue
Note: Cook County Illinois is a governmental
unit which includes Chicago and many
of its suburbs. Its total population is
5.18 million (2018 figure). Dart's boss,
Toni Preckwinkle, has asked her commis-
sioners to cut their budgets 10-15% this
year. All have complied -- except Tom Dart
who actually wants to increase spending!
LETTING GO
Lingering claw marks denied my compliance
Etching my desire into their defiance
Tears that say good-bye to ages passing
Tears that hide a Dad’s love everlasting
Indifference, feigned stoicisms lie -
Nurturing the strength to let them fly
God may be the wind beneath their wings
God may promise them eternal things
Only Dad contains the tears each parting brings
Crayon marks adorn the open door
scratch marks from a long discarded toy
old Chevy waits – the one we had to store
clenched tears announced “her unit must deploy”
footie pajamas
marching in a distant dust
children seeking peace
4/2/2016
submitted to – Letting Go- Three Form Style – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Laura Loo
Whispers of the Wind
sounds so soft and sweet
convey Christ’s calming caress~
sing down from my skin
May 9, 2022 12.57pm
KEEPING ANOTHER POEM BELOW AS REMEMBRANCE. Posted today: May 15,2022 12.47pm
Thank You So Much
Valuable were your work, support and service
Rendered at this institution for many years
You were one of the assets of our department
You worked hard for all teachers and students
Outstanding was how you came through
With love and sincerity in all you do
In our unit, notable were your contributions
Trustworthy in all your efforts and actions
Time came to share your services to others
A greater opportunity to bloom like flower
More chances to reach further goals
For yourself and for mission-vision of our school
Thank you so much for everything
Good luck and best wishes for a new beginning
Let’s still see each other around the campus
Sharing smiles of friendship as bright as a rose.
May 10,2022 11.11pm
Poem written for our librarian and teacher in one
as requested by our Academic Head
She was moved to another department this coming
opening of school year 2022-2023
Things would be better so we both thought
But then into the other lives we seemed to be caught
Promises, attitudes, and feelings surely would change
I know that wasn't what we planned to arrange
With differences in opinions and so much we didn't say
It really was for the best that someone walked away
Yes there is plenty that we'll miss and would so much like to see
But after trying things twice it just wasn't meant to be
That's not to say that Love wasn't there
But the same picture of life we could never share
One a giver of life and will put themselves out
The other a believer that tough times teach us just what life's about
Giving to others isn't bad or something that shouldn't be done
But the preexisting unit has to be #1
Nor is it about who's right or which one has to be wrong
More on being adults and trying to still get along
The choices we made even though we didn't agree
Bit us in the ass and that's plain to see
Fixing things before they finally fall apart
Is the only way to save the Love in Someone's heart
To fix things it's probably more then to late
It's hard not to look back and clean the whole slate
Because we're not together doesn't mean that we don't care
If we need a friend maybe the other will always be there
Hoping that from each other we could expect the same
It's a hell of a lot nicer then playing pass the blame
There so much more that we both want to say
But for now let's just take things by the day!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2010 unclecharlie
Form:
The radio played the day you waltz into this world and an orchestra played love songs in my heart every minute of every day I was with you. The days equated to notes in the greatest song ever written.
The years chorus’s to be repeated as often as possible. Your name tripped off my lips in very conversation regardless of the subject. This is what it feels like when someone as played with your soul. Every song must end even love songs , strings fading into the distance or the words of a doctor on an intensive care unit . But all end.
Like an oyster pearl
One jewel in an ocean
a priceless treasure
28/08/2019 comp entry
From the Desk of February 14, 2026
Globe_Shere Pro Rassling
a Stromberlino Media Group Co.
123 Tussle Avenue
Grapple City USA
00123-123
President of Operations
To all Members of Both Pro Wrestling Assocation
and National Council of Wrestling respectivly.
Dear Madams and Sirs:
As you know we have been in neogacations to purchase the Pro Wrestling entity known as Pro Wrestling Canada
or Pro Canada International. The deal which would have combined the three companies has fallen through. We were able to procure only 44% of the company with another company who had been in a bidding frimsy against us. The Company WiffleBall Earth, has purchased a 44% share of the same company: with 22% of the company being held by the Board of Directers. If between now and Next thursday we aren't able to make a deal to with the Board of Directers to purchase a majority ownership of that company that the B>O>D> have created, we will then try to purchasce a majority share buy out of Wiffle Ball Earth. A current deal has been in the works to purchasce the WiffleBall Company.The Board of Directers have issued a Supension of Hosillties ACT that would divide the companies personal so that conversations between Newly formed Alliances and Factions which could further dived us as a cohesive unit. Furthermore company personal will be reassigned and a certain level of decoruim will be expected from employees of of this new merging Company. In an attemp to curtail any share buyiong or selling within the companies, all assets will be still vauable but suspended until Thursday of next week when a press conference will be held.
The shows to air this week will have an interin Genral manger. in the agreement with WiffelBall Earth all titles will be recogned as they are now with the current champions still throned and there challengerss in ranking to be same. The Champions who will be televised during the interium period will be those of the indepedent promotions who hold a minorty share in the company.This period will then be over and the sheduling which exsisted as of4;09 2-12-26 will take stage and show in full production.
Thank You
Harvey "The Ox" Stratten
President of S>M>G
Was it a Kayfabe storyline or a real business deal?
When I was little I thought the older a person was, the more brain cells you grew.
Thus, older people are smarter than little people.
That thought was long gone by the time I was four or five.
At eight I was so confused by big hand and little hand on the clock, I thought I would lose my mind.
Big hand to me was little hand, because the big hand they were talking about was the thin longer hand.
Thinner to me meant little, not big.
The thick hand they were calling little hand actually should have been referred to as short hand, but it
Was not. To the big people it was little hand. To me it was big hand because it was the fattest hand.
I did not know how to tell time for about a hundred years, because it did not make sense!
I could not get it, so of course, this was the unit I was elected to teach when I was a student teacher.
And for those of you who like math, do you understand a bit more why the word math strikes terror in my soul?
Big hand. Little hand. Good golly, Miss Molly.
If they had only used short hand, and long hand I would have immediately understood
Because I KNEW words.
Not math, not telling time, not numbers, but I did know words.
Teaching me to tell time would have been insanely simple, if the right words could have been used!
Why did they not understand what I was trying to figure out?
Because they did not LISTEN to me.
I was a child, after all.
A child who knows her words.
Big hand for long hand?
Long hand for big hand?
Everyone was too busy shaking their head and telling me ‘no’ to realize what I was saying.
Listen people, listen, because your children are smarter than you know, and they are
Trying to talk.