Recently i place here a blog on an old poem from Michael Jordon.
From my favourites list of poems..It was suggested i find more.
Here are 4 more, amazing poetry from soup poets 8 to 10 years age, Poems which i would hate to see fade away into the grey, of time..
A Sonnet from Linda Milgate-2010
She knew where the corporate world was heading.
Modern Marketing, A sonnet
Oh heavy heart these PR men in power
Yellow waxen masks reciting lies
Discovered by research in college towers
Who watch flashing brains in MRIs
Recording as fear lightens lobes
Word and images recorded and sold by drones
For use by corporate men round the globe
Control both CEOs and worker clones
Yet life's free forces flow in city and town
For through the dark. forces strive to transcend
As ever bruised and bloodied onward bound
Through a jumble of fears passes the path of men.
Another gem from Joy Wellington 2012
Just doing her job.
911 Aftermath Misguided Haters
You walk through the metal detector
You look at me with a deep-seated scorn
You loath that I made you remove your stuff
You had to take off your shoes belt and jewelry
You’re thinking “I’m no criminal or terrorist so why me”
I am only doing the job the government requires of me
I am not the reason you are harassed and had to partially strip
I do empathize with you seeing I have to do the same thing too
No one cares that I am a Screening Officer I am searched when I travel
The government says what’s good for the goose is good for the gander
You want to get mad at someone then look in the right direction
The ones who blatantly took the lives of our families and friends
Who took the choice of traveling to most places away forever
Who took the privilege of carrying most things on board away
The freedom to travel with our liquids and gels peanut butter and jam
Don’t blame me because I am risking my life to keep you safe
Don’t blame me for someone not caring about your fate
Don’t blame me for what Mr. Harper and Mr. Obama says
Or for what the UK says is their Standard Operating Procedures (SOP)
Don’t blame me I am just the messenger that holds many lives in my hand.
Another brilliant poem from 2012, That touches on the troubles of the World
By Andrea Dietrich.
A Great Unease
A great unease has come, quite slow to flee.
To some it brings woe twofold. Constantly,
I feel its breath upon me though I pray
to see it gone. Instead, it’s wont to stay –
infecting me with insecurity.
And if it were a thing that we could see,
an albatross I’d guess that it would be -
with feathers changed from white to dingy grey. . .
a great unease.
This fretful thing that smells of misery
has spread its wings and grows relentlessly.
I sensed it in my land the fateful day
twin towers fell and blue sky turned to grey.
Events since spiraled, leaving not just me. . .
a great unease.
2012 Seemed to deliver so much emotion
Another wonderful ‘Feeling’ Poem
From Mandy Tams
A Road Still Driven
Searching here and there, hither and thither not
knowing when to stop,
The road is long the path is narrow the hill so steep,
is there a top?
Each twist and turn, a new obstacle, something else
But there is a way, a map for your world,
no trail of biscuit crumb.
Love finds you when you are lost, when the mist
swallows you up,
It clears away the storms; it keeps filled the cup from
which you sup,
The road becomes a pathway, the pathway a road,
The hill becomes level;
only love can carry the heavy load.
The road well driven may not be the best
just because it’s used oft,
Sometimes a change of direction helps find us
when we are lost,
Our road still driven need not make us worry,
and should never us daunt,
The road we are on needs a bump or two,
it needs a little tease and taunt.
A road so straight and often used, becomes a
We need a scattering of obstacles to remind us
we are alive,
So take your love and hold so close, use it to guide
your way each day,
Then the road still driven will not be arduous,
you will always find your way.