The distance between a genius
And a crazy cap among us
(May God both of them bless)
Is measured by success,
One misses, and one boards the bus.
___________________________
Happenings |20.09.2025| humour, politician, USA
Note: Trump likes to be known as a genius negotiator. And to my mind comes Bruce Feuerstein: The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success. And as this ditty says, one who has missed the bus in connection with tariff strife between USA and India seems Trump.
Where do you work, what is your career?
Well, I'm glad you asked, I have many titles it would appear.
I'm proud of these titles, non of which require a degree.
One of my favorite titles is mom of three.
I'm a homemaker, a cleaning lady, a chef, and a maid;
a run the monsters away when they are afraid.
I'm a librarian and teacher of every subject;
a cheer leader and manager of every school project.
A counselor, a therapist, both physical and mental;
a manager of any and all incidentals.
One may also call me a chauffeur.
Some days all this driving seems much like a blur.
I'm an event planner and activities director,
and I'm putting my years in for debt collector.
A private investigator, a hostage negotiator,
a disciplinary, and a mediator.
A soul protector, security, a body guard;
and a safe place to go when life gets too hard.
I'm a personal shopper, a stylist and a hairdresser;
a go-to for advice when they want to impress her.
I'm a wife to the most wonderful husband and father;
and a listening ear when something's a bother.
Last but not least, I am a spiritual guidance;
a child of God who will always follow in His abidance.
From The Brighter Side
Miracle Man
10/12/2024
Many days begin without much cheer,
but my day will be what I make of it.
The world today seems steeped in fear,
and the news is troublesome I’ll admit.
Negative people I generally try to avoid,
as they unintentionally tarnish my day.
That starts my search for Doctor Fraud,
And the positive words he’ll have to say.
With my glass half full I will never thirst,
But if it’s half empty do I save for later?
Being positive I drink until I near burst,
allowing God to be my chief negotiator.
I know of no decree that says
a day started right, or wrong,
must remain that way.
Prayer often changes things!
Tom
many people wished to know why president Macron
was denied to participate to Brics summit
in South Africa.
Could he spy on them?
Was he thinking to join Brics?
Could he interrupt the summit with his personal agendas?
President Putin could not participate to the summit
as the International Criminal Court was pushing
South African officials to arrest him which could interrupt the Brics summit.
Brazil’s president " Lula da Silva" called on Wednesday
for the Brics nations to create a common currency
for trade and investment between each other,
as a means of reducing their vulnerability
to dollar exchange-rate fluctuations.
BRICS formally announced Iran,
Saudi Arabia, UAE, Argentina,
Egypt and Ethiopia as full
members starting from
January next year.
President of South Africa received many appreciations
for the good role of negotiator and organiser
of a successful Brics summit.
August 25/2023
Ahead of a just fixed funeral
He'd started counting its numeral:
Negotiator of the fairest price.
For twenty five bags of Thailand Rice...
Negotiator meets, too, Mortician
And relates to him as Beautician:
One is as good as partaker,
Who goes around as undertaker
"Well, he's for badly frowning corpses
Owners pay thousands for cleaned lapses".
Man wants his wife's corpse to start smiling;
If this can't be time away whiling.
If possible her lips archly grinning:
Guests sometimes cough for face in linen...
The discussions he will not linger,
Mortician to at price point finger...
All corpses have interest to protect,
Job of the living to them detect.
An opportunity comes our way
in as related to the external
We look at it in detached nonchalance
viewing it with cognition spherical
We do not leap to seize our chance
for implications arising from it remain
Positioning ourself at the other end
we review it for potential karmic stain
In the daily game of worldly negotiations
we no longer are the astute negotiator
Throb of love our ever present orientation
we are the humble & surrendered placater
Thus neither giving nor taking as a trade
the yardstick we employ is balance
Allowing right of way to the other
in joyful and empathetic playful parlance
13-September-2020
I cannot help but enjoy my old age,
every day I know laughter is the rage.
I laugh at myself almost all the time,
I need a penny and dig for a dime.
Open the closet and reach for the milk,
knowing I'm allergic I still buy silk.
Some say memory is on the decrease,
I don't agree and I've made my peace.
My memory is as sharp as ever,
but intent and action seem to sever.
I go to the store to buy cookie dough,
pay for toilet paper and off I go.
It all happens in the blink of an eye,
open the car door and I wonder why.
Look for books in the refrigerator,
that's when age knows no negotiator.
Old age creeps in slowly on a good day,
so I laugh myself silly while I may.
I refuse to just sit, fret and fritter,
No 'Oh poor me,' no becoming bitter.
6/10/2019
For "A Contest on Aging Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Here I lay for all the world to see.
I am gutted,
Faded;
A dying phenomenon.
I used to be on the tip of every tongue.
Now I crouch in the subways of your minds.
Your children do not know me.
It is hard to teach them what you yourselves have forgotten.
In days gone by, I made the stars shine for you.
When you summoned me, I was there;
Standing as the negotiator of wishes.
When the seas of expectation were bone dry,
I was the trickle that "sprang eternal".
Now children see me as "family" in gangbangers.
Teenagers inhale me from cans of paint.
Parents say they never knew me.
Here I lay; broken, saddened, but never beaten.
I am still the great negotiator.
.abj.
But she sees things
In a different light
Where most would land
She takes flight
What seems simple to most
She couldn’t quite master
Her peers, on a float
She’s climbing a ladder
Some things, however,
Come easy as pie
She’s witty and clever
She sees the big why
A word generator
And charmer to boot
High class negotiator
And a looker too
An artist of course
A starving dreamer
Acknowledged the source
Friendly demeanor
Sprucing up the world
With aesthetic hues
Such a colorful girl
Liberal views
Never an outcast
In her circle
Her horizons vast
From yellow to purple
Her equivalent bubble
Housed all walks of life
For, she knows the struggle
Of balancing the line
The Great Negotiator
likes to play golf actually
likes to play a lot of golf
even though he touted
from the podium that he'd
be too busy to play golf
unlike that lazy Obama
who couldn't get enough
golf time it appeared didn't it
& The Great Negotiator has
visited his golf clubs 13 times
in 100 days but his staff
like to kind of not talk about
it too much really,
it actually being kind of a
sensitive topic,
& the Master Deal Maker
would be winning so much
you'd be tired of him winning
& then maybe just perhaps
he might find time for a round
of golf in between the many
deals he'd be pulling off
left right & centre & winning,
winning, winning in his first
100 days as the Great Negotiator
who could make a deal & get
things done,
& all that other stuff he endlessly
spouted forth in that vapid earnest
New York deal making whisper of his,
oh yes ... The Great Negotiator.
With the quickness ...
unprecedented corporate rise
Fabulous omni-view sky work space,
immune to boardroom gossip sickness
Poker-face negotiator disguise ...
keep the key competition guessing
Do the necessary background homework,
anticipate any proprietary lies
Next gen capitalist with no corruption trace ...
squint the inside of planetary councils
Logic sequencing of managerial decisions,
investors' hugs are a burgeoning dividend embrace
Lawyers love the legal byzantine thickness ...
corner the market on low g orbital gear
Warp expansion of the company's political assets,
explains how a lowly rock hopper ascends with the quickness
He could reconcile sky and earth
but too early, too young he went!
I ask you: is there ever a time
when a woman is just a woman?
She is a mother, sister, lover,
giver of life, and the Queen of hearts.
She's the Yin that balances the Yang,
a partner, and the voice of reason.
And she's often both the catalyst
and the stabilizer men desire.
She's a subtle negotiator;
an Angel with a soul and conscience.
And the weaver that bonds families
tightly together with threads of love.
She is a kitten with her children;
yet a tigress when protecting them.
So, I ask, is there ever a time
when a woman is just a woman?
Dearest to and embraces the weaknesses of others
On his account, he is a negotiator between life and death
Commitment to this fight has been sealed by the oath
Through pills and syringes he’s on Life’s side
Or by cutting, expertly done to the awe of a butcher, then
Reliefs everyone involved when every of his efforts count
May Motivate
After laying around thinking learned later
What I vitally needed was a negotiator
Regarding things about that I often wonder
And also on occasion will begin to ponder.
What in poetry writing should I never do?
Add words here and there or take away a few;
Maybe it might sound overly melodical
Mainly caused by being too methodical.
At beginning and certain point poem must start;
Don't always want to appear being smart
Or people by my poems may be overcome;
Start sounding confusing like a distant drum.
For poets to perform and be a perfect host
They must find out what bore people the most
In thought process and or as a central theme;
Perhaps, a poem which at first was a dream.
After all of us grow older year after year,
What will each person be afraid to hear?
Personal, other poets things they try to take
Got mad at me for comments I often make.
Story is now a poem after reaching an end
No one into ecstasy will or did it ever send
So make an effort, read mine and then wait
Until to, write more yourself, they may motivate.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
www.poetrysoup.com
www.story-telling-around-the-world.com
Related Poems