Thomas Hobson (1544 –1631)
in 19th century late
a Cambridge ostler and postal carrier
set his priorities straight
he owned a livery stable
of 40 Hackney horses or more
plus boots bridles and whips
and put the horse the cart before
after the animal left the barn
by bolting fast the door
and as precautionary balm
the nag nearest the stable gate
the worn-out equine storm to calm
was the firm rule he did make
this one or none in the stall
was that which customers had to take
or do with no ride at all
but for the paying equestrians
either way they win or lose
as there was no choice but accept or reject
for any of them to choose
I feel like I can go now,
I don't know that somehow,
It is just for the show,
The boat starts to row,
I began to go with the flow,
No matter if the tide is low,
It is what I reap and sow.
It is a sense of fashion,
It is still my passion,
There is nothing to mention,
I put on a lotion,
It is not a love potion,
I set myself into motion.
Torned pages turned into a papyrus tree,
Exciting fireworks set into a glee,
The spotlight hit the same place,
To save some private space,
What is it all about just to set me free?
The hind of salt and pepper,
The seasoning is proper,
I know it is a show-stopper,
I don't need a kitchen helper,
To set my meal on the table.
Let it be sunny,
Look, there is the bunny,
A pot of honey,
Pour into the glistening of willing,
I saw myself being silly.
this I must confess
left letter at wrong address
became a big mess
Postal Service Horn Haiku
At the Depot
As the snow flies, on a cold and grey December dawn
to waiting homes no mails are borne
from the depot.
Phil Bloggs, a mailman, scans the news
but his screwed up tabloid gives him the blues
saying 'To compromise both sides refuse,'
at the depot.
Hark! Foxes, stray cats, rats, critters all.
though humans languish, have a ball
in the depot.
On letters, parcels and Christmas boxes
little mice play, as do foxes.
Such a sight you never saw.
as stray dogs chew and rodents gnaw
in the depot.
What fleshpots in sealed parcels beckon
hungry vermin, who can reckon
in the depot?
What meaty dish, what luscious pie
teeters in a box stacked high?
No robber cries 'stand and deliver'
though many freeze and many shiver.
Phil Bloggs turns to another page
and what he reads puts him in rage
in the depot.
For guns and rockets billions go through
but for impoverished nurses barely a sou
in the ghetto.
The Postal Worker
The lady behind the counter,
she takes my packages,
and gives me, "looks"...
when I tell her I write books,
and request to send my items
media mail.
It is much cheaper by far,
to send my words to another place,
printed between covers,
I design.
It is a way of sending tangible expressions
to friends, family, and strangers...
soon to be friends, and claimed family
without going broke.
No joke.
I love to send just simple cards,
things that I create.
But sometimes it is my fate,
to write more things down,
like a clown...
in a rodeo at a show,
giving the cowboy time to get away...
free and clear from harm,
with charm.
My hair grows red,
as I am fed crackers,
by the parrot
that lives in the zoo
with a few...
wild peacocks
that make stew
for the rabbits to eat.
You see how my feet wander?
They go all over and back.
one day
i'm not
going to
take my meds
for weeks instead
i'm going
to buy a
baseball
bat and
one day
when it's
windy i'll
whack off
the heads
of dandelions
floating with the seeds
Undelivered thoughts
Stuck in a postal limbo
Like lost love letters
With the only proof they were,
Random shouts in solitude
Vintage Postal Stamp ( Poem )
Turn of the century Vintage Stamps
Traceable history make value enhance
Prices get higher as the years go by
Dream of finding one valued so high
Extremely fine with the perfect gum
Designer flaws bring high premium
Famous from error illustration
Collection of art inspiration
We are crazy for detailed graphics
Finding rare depends on the markets
Unused are the old collectibles
Their worth can be unbelievable
View history with a new focus
My playlist is something to notice
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLWSq_PMWxD9rf9MI0i2eIzSz4thTFPlqy
By : Doris Anne Beaulieu
Godzilla likes to terrorize
And bring fear in peoples lives
When he took an anger fit
Tokyo destroyed bit by bit
Fiery eyes full of hate
Not one second he would wait
To start tearing down
A big city he has found
And used as a fun game
While hotness and red flame
Rage out of his mouth and nose
Temper rises as he shows
His ability to cause
A lot of suffering and loss
To whoever's in his path
His postalness is growing fast
So run as far as you can
This monsters getting out of hand
And wont stop anytime soon
His enjoyments spreading doom
As he goes on more rampage
Using Tokyo as a stage
To perform a play that will
Go on cause he likes the thrill
We are the deliverers of the United States mail.
Even when there is rain, snow, sleet, and hail,
in our daily services, we will not fail.
We deliver letters and packages to where you work and live.
Nothing but good service is what we have to give.
inspired by another member's poem
Our postal system
Mostly sucks
And we should let it die
It losing money
Consequently
The cost of mail’s too high
Mailing a package
Is a pain
You’ll have to stand in line
Five windows are there
Four are bare
During the peak business time
E-mail came along
Letters mailed
No need to buy a stamp
The postal income
Took a drop
Too late now to revamp
Let private business
Run the show
Expect efficiency
Competition will
Then produce
Needed proficiency
Old saying: Rain or snow, sleet or hail, the mail must go out.
2/13/2010 Saturday,
My fellow Americans, the US postal service has let us down, a light 4 inches of snow kept
the mail truck from traveling sixty miles to our town, south of Atlanta. It is a sad day, one
that I will never forget; it will go down in infamy as the day, old sayings have been proved
unreliable. Life as we know it will never be the same!!
To join our class action law suit please sign in the box below, and forward on to your
congress person.
Why do postal workers have a hard time changing jobs??
They are always thinking "In the box... In the box... In the box!!"
Do not treat my love like a slender stamp
Left dormant day by day upon the desktop
Quiescent, quiet, I quarrel with my integrity
For I want more than ice-cream and lolly-pop licks
For I have shown responsibility and trust
For I too inquire to be desired
Teasing me with your tongue while tampering with love written memoirs to
someone else
You send me away
But one day I'll come back to you when you forget
his address
(This is a fictional poem)
Last week I received a letter that said I won a million dollar sweepstake.
I got so mad that I started to shake.
I know that the postal service can be slow.
But this letter was mailed to me twenty years ago.
I went to the post office to complain about this.
But believe it or not, they said it was good service.
They said that because of the postal service's inefficiency, I was lucky to get the
letter at all.
That pissed me off so I kicked the postmaster in the balls.
But that turned out to be a federal offense.
I was arrested and now I'm facing a lengthy prison sentence.
Now I will rot in jail.
All because of the inefficiency of the mail.
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