Short Business Community Poems
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Lets go in parallel
Sideways look is bearable
Lest we slow in series
Or turn into a salt pillar
From frequent look backs
So lets go in parallel
Citizenry
Should learn
To differentiate between needs and wants
Much more before they waste their resources
Hard-earned money
Right now
Swift understanding
To differentiate between needs and wants
Someone to live without a want
Only a need
By Chipepo Lwele
Bunch of grapes for sale
Of green, white, red and purple.
Suit for jam and wine.
Bunch of grapes for sale
Of green, white, red and purple.
Come and have a taste.
Bunch of grapes for sale
Of green, white, red and purple.
Now your choice to make.
For Alfred Vasallo's "Bacchus The God Who Loved His Grapes" Contest.
Do hard times causes trials?
Do hard times causes vexing, troublesome?
Do hard times causes sorrows?
Do hard times causes worrying?
Hard times oftentimes are stepping stones of one’s reverence, beliefs, and tests oftentimes one may perceive their alone at this stage the Most high has
Our hands directing one’s passages in disguises confronting trials in hard-times.
You can't dish out fairness like you do lollies,
As what is fair for one is not fair for all.
Sooner or later you will be dishing out unfairness,
As you try to please all.
Communities may be better judges of what is fair,
Than central government.
Red tape is an obstacle to fair,
And greed is another.
The best we can hope for is that
Those dishing it out show up to hear what others fear.
It is everyone's business
To, in happiness invest.
And in kindness,
To take interest,
And good deeds to bless.
Nobody's patience is put to the test,
When happiness,
Is seen at its best,
When happiness,
Gains more interest.
Which is good for business,
Gives our doctors a well earned rest,
When few of us are under stress,
And we see happiness as best,
If we want to live off the interest.
Idiosyncratic to the human condition
Tried and varied, so goes my volition
I can't help but think what's out there for us all?
Yet we stumble over issues that are so trivial, so small
The long term goals of our race seem obsolete
Compared to the wants and needs of our so called "elite"
Sure one man makes billions and creates an empire
What does that mean to the rest of us? Why doesn't it ignite a fire?
Lewisburg Landmarks
The Marshall County
Courthouse keeps safeguards
While Main street trades it daily ideology.
Rock Creek moves slow,
Steady as folks heading in and out
Of Kroger 's.
And the Walking Horse Museum stands
Quiet,
Holding history like reins in it's hands.
Lewisburg ain't enormous grassland
It'll test your balance the same stay standing,
And you've earned your boots in this town.
Sou um visual?
O que na memória trago
trago-o visualmente,
se possível é de assim ser trazido.
Ao querer lembrar em mim
uma voz,
um perfume qualquer,
antes que ela ou ele eu lembre
aparece à visão a pessoa que fala,
a coisa donde o perfume partiu.
Não dou isto por absolutamente certo;
Seja como for,
o menos que sou,
é um visual predominantemente.
Vejo, e vendo, vivo,
Ouço e escuto aprecio;
Sinto e cheiro saboreio.
Rain falling down on magenta leaf
Seemed like a forbidden feeling
Dreamed as a despair on ceiling
Loud stormy, yet ears still deaf
This poor self awoke because of wetness
Ache not cured well in deeply heart
Leaving roots of wound not in curt
This suffer mind sank under sadness
mum! Mummy please didn't do it to me
dumb! Daddy please didn't dattch it to me
I had reached heaven for you too late forgiven
You had touched prison for you too late remorsen
UNE PERSONNE AMBITIEUSE, AVEC L'AMBITION POLITIQUE, A TROUVE' UN PLAN, QUI PERMETAUX AMERICANS DE TRAVAIL D'INVESTIR $50.00 PAR MOIS VERS LEUR RETRAITE, QUI QUAND ILS PRENNENT LEUR RETRAITE IRAIT VERS LES ACHATS FUTURS DE NOURRITURE!
WAST WORDS SPEAK OF UNITY
THAT SOME HUNGER THAT LABORED CHORE
FROM DAYS WERE THEY WERE
APPRECATED
THEY LIVE THEIR LIVES IN CHORE!
HINS FOR THE SPOKEN WORD
THAT ALL AMERICA COULD AGREE
THE WORDS WRITTEN FOR US
FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE !
Supermarket blue
After a splendid lunch of goat chops
With salad, my mood was dreamingly contented
To she got the idea of going to a big supermarket
Except for vegetable, fruit, meat and fish
I trapesed miles after miles in this insanity
Of trashy food, sugary food and horrendous
soft drinks laden with sugar,
Also, the juice that said zero had a sign telling
Me that sugar had been added.
Went outside no bench provided nor inside
You are not supposed to sit down, but shop!
Flea Markets
I’ve shopped the local markets
You’ve all shopped ones like these
You go early in the morning
Hope for a morning breeze
They sell things nobody wants
Like padlocks without keys
And clothes so old and musty
I just can’t help but sneeze
I was really disappointed
For nowhere did I see
A single dog, or cat, or pet
That came complete with fleas
Why are they called flea markets
Is that title just a tease
Where’s the truth in advertisement
Won’t someone tell me please