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The union-management talks reach stalemates in their sessions.
Our representatives are attempting to gain concessions.
If we do not obtain better working conditions and a pay hike,
we see no other alternative but to go on strike.
On the slopes of Olympus Mons, we descend underground.
Inside this mine, deposits of titanium can be found.
If we go further, we can find gold and platinum.
In abundance are other metals like silver and palladium.
There are large untapped veins we can easily see.
Industries on Earth have been grateful for their discovery.
As a result, market prices for commodities have gone down.
Our location has been a booming Martian mining town.
The way the management has treated us has been pitiful.
It seems as if they are discourteous and ungrateful.
Despite dim light in the day, and subzero temperatures at night,
I have every belief in what we are doing is right.
WEIGH ME DOWN
My words can only convey the thought
Not the true feelings that flow within
The rage that burns through my body and mind
Cannot be measured by any verb or string of words
Self imposed exile from any semblance of reality
The only peace I know resides alone, an untapped well
I am not the person everyone thinks that I am
I am not at all what I appear to be, disguised
This world I know is not my world, I do not belong
Far removed from any road I care to travel
Stolen chances echo loudly in my mind
And I know that I can never know what I was to be
I look back not liking much of what I see
And looking ahead the future is bleak in front of me
Overcoming my misfortunes really hasn’t mattered
Because they are still the anchors that will always weigh me down
Family and friends, the rising and setting sun, the air we breathe
Cliché's reserved for those moments when all is clear
Darkness and despair, anger and frustration, disgust
Cliché's reserved for when an ending is near
And all I see is light at the end of the tunnel,
Signaling the nearness of my destination.
It’s soon to be over …
A rummage, a good look around
I looked but all that I found
Was empty
A darkened void, no hint enjoyed
All inspiration, unemployed
And empty
No notion, no emotion
No inner commotion
No spark that enlightens
No flash of what frightens
Just empty
No Halloween whispers
No birthday nor Christmas
No first date, no worst date
No indiscreet sisters
Just empty
This my domain, my nowhere bound train
Where darkness and haze uncouple my wain
My keyboard untapped, my paper still plain
As I find my brain is empty again.
8 November 2020
For: Your Choice (39)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
I see Mr Trumps orders on the miltary..Who stood undaunted.
Throughout cov-idocy..! A little advice at this point in time.' I will
Offer i hope you don't mind..? It appears these people have
Inbuilt intuition.? Also grit determination and genuine vision.? Maybe they have not done (west-point?) That I do
Not know.' Yet their untapped qualitys; should be rightly
Directed.' Just my thoughts.?? Here I go.' each of these
Hero's are gold so to say.' would promote them up eash a rank
And in that way..Great milatary enrichment, will be achieved.' And upon
A scale of economy..That may well be hard to beleive?
She taught me how to love again and that it’s ok to cry.
She taught me how to laugh again all i had to do is try.
She reminds me of my child like memories when i use to run and play.
And that the future isn’t dark and bleak but it brings a brighter day.
She helps relief the burden that has been place upon shoulders.
Within her love comes my strength that helps me move life’s boulders.
In the game of life I’m just player who's tired of all the games.
But until i met my one true love i was an arrow with no aim.
We often wish the book of life would spread its pages wide.
So we can know our destiny from what we learn inside.
But this will never happen we were only meant to scan.
Our pattern of existence in a shorter smaller span.
But if we make each hour of every single day
Important and fulfilling in some a very special way.
We are sure to have a resevoir of untapped energy
To meet tomorrows challenges whatever that maybe.
So i ask of you to just love me as i will always love ruby:)
When I first saw you
the cacoon of my heart opened with butterfly wings
you were life's fragrant nectar of blooming blossoms
that attracted
as I floated above Earth on first love's winds
a newborn creature
that had left the dried husk of yesterday
on the dead limb of childhood
you were the first and most delicate of my desires
of untapped realms filled with promises and dreams
yours were the eyes that gave me my introduction
to the intoxication of passionate purpose
with its wild yearning of natural bonding
that gave me pause
and the illusion it meant something
maybe...to learn and understand
the depth and breadth of love in the human heart
maybe...to understand how fleeting it all is
no matter how strong the emotion
or how fluid the time or how sweet the nectar
now a memory kept of a time and place
when love was young and full of wonder
and every thought was plucked
from the gardens of sprouting passion
of unknown journeys by untested love
yes...you were the first and most delicate of my desires
of untapped realms filled with promises and dreams
8/4/19
Potential is untapped power, not defined solely by past performance,
Potential is a latent ability, not useful until put to purposeful action,
Potential is a hidden capacity, not just a measure of immediate success,
Potential is unrealized aptitude, not limited by circumstances.
Potential is a dormant talent, not realized without effort,
Potential is undiscovered strength, not the previous achievement,
Potential is undeveloped skill, not solely determined by genetics,
Potential is the yet-to-be-harnessed reservoir, not useless, but remains so unless utilized.
Potential is a thirst for learning, not stagnant or unchanging,
Potential is the belief in progress, not bound by past limitations,
Potential is a mindset of improvement, not inhibited by fear of failure or self-doubt.
Potential is self-awareness and belief, not constrained by external opinions or societal expectations.
Potential is unexplored opportunity, not fully known until it is tested,
Potential is a seed of possibility, a gateway to greatness not yet fully explored,
Potential is getting out of your comfort zone, not only this but giving your best,
Potential is the YOU that is YET TO BE SEEN, so WHAT in you is yet to be seen, and WHEN?
Of the age of one to thirteen
Young, untapped kids
Of the team of 53 beggars in "Kaduna"
Fresh, unripe fruits
Of multiple-colours of plates at hand
Vivacious, veil children.
Of a song of sorrow to beg for food
Haggard –looking dirty issues
Of no means of livelihood . . survival
Wretched beholding green horns
Of kids known only to hunger . . .penury
Poverty-stricken children
Of brood with no shirt . . . shelter
Alms-begging unsullied progeny
Of our future seeds garbed in gloom
Destitute-turned juvenile
Of them hoodwinked with religious slate
Miserable-infantile, no scroll to read . . write .
They are the “Almajeris” of this land.
Alayande Stephen. T
12.20am
22nd of July, 2006
On our way to Kaduna NCP/NCC Meeting
Precisely at the one of the garages, we saw it happened .
NB-The word "Almajeris" is an Hausa Language from Nigeria used for the
wretched ,tattered looking young children in the Northern part of Nigeria. Kaduna
is a State in Nigeria.
I See You...
Wanderer, wanderer, lost in the haze
void of direction, succumb to the craze.
Give ear to my madness, so deftly designed;
deception de-jour: aimed to muddle your mind.
Hocus and pocus no need for free thought,
erase your opinions, your conscious to rot.
As sugar and soda your smile decay,
a hoax and swindle, then off on your way.
Smoke and a mirror, please don’t look too close.
The truth makes one banal; drugs for the morose.
Illusion can conjure emotions untapped
a quick misdirection, now I’ve got you trapped.
You think you arrived here, quite all on your own
you’re one of a billion, another sad clone…
I’ve stolen the treasure that once made you free
brainwashed you to thinking all’s as it should be.
Gobbledygook and hyperbolized drivel
platitudes, platitudes, mentally shrivel;
accept what I tell you, and not an ounce more,
wanderer, wanderer, you’re lost evermore.
07/12/15
Through me untapped insperation lays
Only through me greatness will follow
I started from the bottom I can only rise
With these words you can tell me head is not hollow
I will not give in
I'm only at the starting stage
All I need is a bottle of gin
To become great I must break out of my cage
I've accomplished so much from the start
No time to slow down
I promise you I will not fall apart
To you I was a clown but now I'm wearing the crown
I have you memorized
deep in my words no way out
Next thing you know I was idolized
now you know what I'm about please do lash out so i can get the knockout
Going hard is the game yes my name is Steven Dunn putting you to shame
I'm the new poet getting it done yes I'm number one having fun
The way I came up was like a flame inside of a frame
Did you just burn yourself I remember you got spun into a shun by Steven dunn