We loved videogames, Paul, Sam and me
Came up with an idea, started a company
Sales were good, but success was a curse
It started when the law said we must be diverse.
So we hired Mary, Chantelle, and Helene
But social media was their preferred scene.
Mary spent work time applying lotions
Helene said she was passed over for promotions.
Helene walked away with lots of dough
We settled her lawsuit, but it was a blow
Then we had to pay the business tax
Sam gave half our staff the axe.
Then the hydro plant fell to a progressive plan.
so salmon could swim upstream without a dam.
They built lots of turbines where trees used to grow
So our servers were down when the wind wouldn't blow.
Then Paul said that marriage should be between Adam and Eve.
An online mob descended like you wouldn't believe.
I told him to grovel, but we felt the sting
So I sold our patents to a guy in Beijing.
If you wonder why you can't get a job
Or the one that you got makes you feel like a blob.
Ask the idealists who care about all except you.
They're sitting at the levers, that self-righteous crew.
Don't be cool
Hate aloof
Cliche Spending is slow reading headlines
Lettings, yourself conceited
I wouldn't encourage feelings if me
Just raising the literacy rates
With Irish American letters is all time
But, I'm somewhere at
Unstable and content
Introverting caution
Lived from wars before my own ink
Extroversion is an extra paragraph
Treasury department extortion
On copy desk before rents talked about
In the newspaper
You exist
As an exit
Misnomers a banking poetry song
Calculates make wedding vows
Acquire before you lives and skip
Thousand Oaks California is based
On thoughts of being poor
Building affordable welfare support
Pet Shop Boys
Watching model prisoner chicks
Who become victims of war ignorance
Unable to
When trust is broken
Feelings start fading
In love you become lazy or crazy
Can't confide in each other
A place of peace, calm or serenity
Now a battlefield, steadily pouring out aggression on each other.
Two hearts that caress and defend each other
Start bruising or humiliating each other
As they wrestle
The children watch, then start screaming
Don't forget it's a programming
Scrambling their imagination
Thinking marriage is a warfare not a welfare.
Domestic Violence
A stigma, a mind disrupter
That needs time and love
To eliminate the trauma it caused
Many more to say, but when words are too much;
It becomes void, say no to domestic violence!!!
It is quite common to kiss injuries on those wee.
At three, my son asked to have bath autonomy.
I tossed a washcloth, then stood where he could not see.
Soon, he called out words that amusingly shook me,
"Mom, it washed sore, come kiss ouchy on my pee-pee."
Shopping, strolling him down the grocery store aisle
where female hygiene products are sorted in piles,
my son, age four, earnestly said, "When I'm grown, I'll
buy all these things with flowers on them for my wife."
His words styled a smile in me that would last for life.
I used mild-applied wooden spoons for mood anchors.
This set me up for disgust from food cart flankers
when my son yelled, "Look Mom, a hole bag of spankers."
My child, four, eyed that, not the shelved Power Rangers?
I hoped no one would report child welfare dangers.
Once, when a minister summed up his sermon's span
asking "Who's the greatest force in the universe?",
my son, at five, stood up with some dramatic plan.
Lifting his toy hero as high as small ones can,
he enthusiastically declared, "Batman!"
Thoughts of vacation, developed my fav word pearl,
"How many times do I wake up before Disney World?"
Time to take care
Of health at home
Kitchen affair.
Full ref with goods
Fresh from green farm
From toil unfold.
Cook food ensure
Full pack belly
Smile glee heart.
Share table full
Mouth full true joy
Thank God we're bless.
Call of the beloved animals
Voiceless, We may be
Heartless We are not
Please make the choice
To be our voice
Wow them!
Little sparrow
Leaves twitter alone
Morning does not end
Until the tweets are done.
The pigeon
Does not use a billboard
To say
I do not hoard.
The loyal dog
Wags the tail
As he runs to meet
His master without fail.
Cute Monkey steals
The banana
And playful antics
Our dear heart
The lazy python
Does not program
Patience shows
As it waits for the chow.
The alert rabbit
Knows no bad habit
Other than making us
Share HIS produce.
The little chicken
Grieves for
Missing family
Just like humans do.
Wonderful Cow
Chews the chow
We bathe HIM in milk
And HIS beauty glows.
Watch Mother duck
Walk little ones in tow
Does not pride in
Her face glow?
Bumble bee
Could not fly
Say the scientists
Flies he, anyway.
Tiny ant
Works all day
Showing us
Hard work is the only way.
Animals and more show
So much love
We should
Protect them now.
Numerous scientific studies have shown
That a baby's feelings of confidence and security
Directly depend on the behavior and condition of the mother.
If everything is in order with the emotional state,
Not only the children will be happy
But, also the husband.
Therefore, the husband's task
Is also to try not to disturb
His wife's emotional peace.
If mom would take a break
You need her the opportunity
To have her personal well being's full recovery and happiness.
Happiness comes
when the pain ceases,
love we found
when we cry
smiling with joy...
Standing in a market square
Kabeer wants everyone’s welfare,
Nor friendship to any,
Nor any enmity!
_______________________________
Kabira khada bazar mein, mange sab ki khair,
Na kahu se dosati, na kahu se bair.
Kabeer advises us to look at everyone with the same equal eye, no one as an undue friend, and no one as foe either; hailing all, hating none. What Isha Upanishad said, and what Bhagavad-Gita too, Kabeer has put it in a layman’s language.
When the world doesn't satisfy you
You will dream of an idealistic and notional one
Some people dream of the outer space
Some people dream of a world after death, the heaven
And some people think of god's salvation
No doubt, the earth is a nice place to live
Although sometimes truth and justice is rare
But love and affection isn't lacking
But welfare isn't lacking
Oh, please just be grateful
A life and a soul is always given to you free
People say oldies are hoarders
They collect miscellaneous Throughout the years
Knowledge,experience and utensils
The whole family contributes to the collections
They are memorable
They are precious
Electrical appliances,dresses and shoes
Souvenirs,books and certificates
Piled up the space
They seem to be very rich
With a small gallery
We also fall into this category
But recently we send away all the litters
To the recycling centres and welfare centres
Helping others
Few men are poor
But unluckily riches on earth are
corrupted
By devils
A blender
Can be used for mixing or crushing
Of many things
Including the visible and the invisible
Happiness can survive alone
But happiness sometimes does blend
With sadness
While you're touring you see
Startling poverty
While you're enjoying food
With a lot of people yearning for it
At this moment
Feelings in your heart
Seem to be mixed by a blender
Sadness always hurts deeply
Like being crushed by the blender
Unless sadness is blended
With hope
Welfare will give the needy hope
A prayer too
An encouragement too
Some confidence too
Some efforts too
And one's own determination
To live to struggle and to try too
Welfare is a type of business
That does without profit
But for some unfortunate people's benefit
Is that none of your business, sir
Oh, surely not
The sympathetic heart answers
I'm the owner
of my presence
volunteer...
But not the owner
of my absence
as often occurs...
They put me present
where I don't wish to be,
and put me away
where I love to stay...
This is pure
imposition,
lock on mine
existence...
Unbearable abuse
that wild capitalism
invents... !
I'm for utility
of the money... but no,
I'm not fanatical... !
How could a poet be...!?
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