Solomon's poetry thread

[jobee 10]

afternoon all

 

this thread is about the poems that speak to you somehow....

 

so...post a poem!

 

and then why you like it

 

have fun

 

 

Blind faith psychosis.Draft three

 

Psychosis and Money

 

What is it then that makes them pray,

that makes them creep and crawl all day,

that makes them read some silly script,

their pride and confidence slyly stripped ?

 

What is it then that transfers their minds,

to heavens and angels and spiritual kinds,

to attend Cathedrals in little groups,

then dress in robes as exemplar troops ?

 

What is it then that makes them build,

on fertile land where food was tilled,

huge Mosques; and Cathedrals too,

just to sing and confess anew?

 

Does it help in anyway,

to wile away the hours of day,

dressed in best and on their knees,

praying to anything and making pleas?

 

Is it selfishness that makes them think,

we all need them to cower and shrink,

on our behalf at their request,

so that our souls be sublimely blessed?

 

The whiff of selfishness stirs the air,

I think it’s just themselves they care,

the work is easy and less to think,

from competition they wilt and shrink.

 

This God they advocate with fuss,

when ask for proof, they won’t discuss,

O proof, O proof; what for you need ?

the devils home you’ll go with speed.

 

My lucid mind begins to stir,

I’m in the hands of a blackmailer,

I only ask; for what your sales?

they came back as hard as nails.

 

So business then shall prevail,

In Woolworth’s by an honest sale,

the Church an inquisition I think,

proof of God surely brinks.

jobee

 

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Carnegie

 

"I don’t believe in God. My god is patriotism. Teach a man to be a good citizen and you have solved the problem of life."

 

- Andrew Carnegie, Scottish-born American industrialist and philanthropist

Edited December 23, 2009 by jobee

[mr_blue_owl 10]

The Dream Machine

 

In my dream I walk along a thin spaghetti bridge

High up in clouds of candy floss it leads me to a fridge

Inside the fridge I walk along a path of velvet eels

One gets between my toes and I don’t like the way it feels

 

I see there is a doorway in a round magenta cheese

It leads me to a forest full of purple pasta trees

A garden gnome pops up, from an orange jelly stream

I ask him who he is and what he’s doing in my dream

 

He says his name is Snorkel from the bottom of Loch Ness

And tells me that he’s in my dream due to a wrong address

He proffers me a packet labelled ‘Made in North Tibet’

So from the pack I take a king size rhubarb cigarette

 

‘Dreams don’t have addresses, please do you have a light?’

‘Land of Nod, Lot four three two, first bedroom on the right

You see the address is written on this plastic macaroon’

‘My door is second right, you should be in my brother’s room’

 

He cried ‘Oh pickled gherkins! Whatever shall I do?

I should be in your bro’s dream now, it’s half past quarter two’

‘Why don’t you go there then’? I say. ‘Better late than never’

‘I can’t just walk out from a dream it’s just not done, not ever’

 

‘So how then does one depart from a dream for goodness sake’?

‘Rule Number One – don’t leave until the dreamer is awake’

A flying scarlet albatross performs a sausage roll

‘You’re in the piccalilli now, they’ve sent out the Dream Patrol’

 

Snorkel scratches his long beard with a ****-a-leekie stick

‘Maybe I should call them, and say that I’m off sick’

‘Who is them? I ask him ‘For whom is it you work’?

‘I’m on the staff of Dream Machine owned by a Scottish Turk’

 

‘I resemble my dear brother, perhaps they’ll never know’

That you were never in his room’ An eel bites my big toe

He says ‘Look, in the dream, I have a special role to play’

‘Play it in my dream instead, does it matter either way?

 

‘If you read your brother’s dreamplay you may be too shy

To take your brothers place, you see he’s gay, and so am I’

I had no clue at all that he is gay I must confess

But it does explain the reason why he wears our sister’s dress

[mr_blue_owl 10]

And from the one and only Mr Bob Dylan

I am sure many of us can relate to this

 

You got a lotta nerve

To say you are my friend

When I was down

You just stood there grinning

 

You got a lotta nerve

To say you gota helping hand to lend

You just want to be on

The side that's winning

 

You say I let you down

You know it's not like that

If you're so hurt

Why then don't you show it

 

You say you lost your faith

But that's not where it's at

You had no faith to lose

And you know it

 

I know the reason

That you talk behind my back

I used to be among the crowd

You're in with

 

Do you take me for such a fool

To think I'd make contact

With the one who tries to hide

What he don't know to begin with

 

You see me on the street

You always act surprised

You say, how are you? good luck

But you don't mean it

 

When you know as well as me

You'd rather see me paralyzed

Why don't you just come out once

And scream it

 

No, I do not feel that good

When I see the heartbreaks you embrace

If I was a master thief

Perhaps I'd rob them

 

And now I know you're dissatisfied

With your position and your place

Don't you understand

It's not my problem

 

I wish that for just one time

You could stand inside my shoes

And just for that one moment

I could be you

 

Yes, I wish that for just one time

You could stand inside my shoes

You'd know what a drag it is

To see you

[jobee 10]

Modesty

 

Would it better if men were more spared,

And women stopped praising he-men who dared,

Would it be better if tenderness reigned?

Those blood and guts nerviest held and restrained.

 

Would it be better if modesty prevailed?

And we kissed and caressed all those who failed.

Ticker tape welcomes for those who are quiet.

Who mind their own business refusing to fight?

 

Me thinks twould be better to stop making guns,

By spending the money on laughter and puns,

I hope in the future we’ll think again,

And governments think deeply ‘bout women and men.

 

The Animal kingdoms no problem at all.

Its humans that’s spreading and taking it all.

Should we consider our productive rate.

Lesson our urge to procreate.

 

China had fun with this little game,

Should we take stock and do the same,

Nature tells us to watch our stock.

Or we could be in for a blooming big shock.

 

Jobee

 

 

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[jobee 10]

Re: Attack!

 

PRO PATRIA.

In far off lands and out of sight,

men still fight for what is right,

give their lives to sought things out,

lose their limbs, writhe and shout.

 

 

 

Called up men were forced to fight,

to bite the bullet and not take flight,

glad to see that call ups gone,

but spiteful wars still drag on.

 

 

 

Those called up lads are old some gone,

some nerves still shattered by shell and bomb,

the fist of government we did our best,

and still no medal clasps our chest.

 

 

 

Britain’s small wars are ignored,

as long as government is assured,

men will face the gun and die,

no one hears their widows cry.

 

 

 

For many years we have asked,

some small medal you give at last,

so as our children, and theirs too,

know their kin fought good and true....jb 3 para.03.

jobee

[jobee 10]

DAWN

 

At first a misty stirring light,

Dewdrops glisten, still and bright,.

The sun begins its dewy climb,

As it’s done from dawn of time,

 

Something stirs in the bush.

Quickly silenced not to rush.

A misty meadow appears in view,

Bidding the silent night adieu.

 

Cowslips raise their sleepy heads,

Mottled sunlight slowly spreads,

Just a touch of gentle rain,

As birds begin their ancient refrain.

 

A young foal begins to rise,

Falling against its mothers side,

The air warms and starts its rise,

Mist disappears in a swirling glide.

 

The patter of rain begins to stall,

Just drips and drops from branches fall,

By the sides of a swirling brook,

Gnats and dragonflies feed and suck.

 

A gentle steam leaves horses sides,

As filtered sun their body chides,

Frolicking lambs skip and play,

Welcoming the heat of day.

 

The cool of morning says goodbye,

As skylarks ascend to hover on high,

We bid goodbye to another morn,

And wait the morrows refreshing dawn.

[mr_blue_owl 10]

I decided I would end it all and commit suicide

I bought a recommended ‘How to Hang Yourself’ guide

All I needed was a rope, some handcuffs and a chair

And soon my body would be lifeless, twirling in mid air

 

I made a noose and slipped the rope around a strong wall hook

I cuffed my hands behind my back, just like in the book

I found a chair and positioned it just underneath the rope

I had last minute doubts, but knew with life I could not cope

 

I wriggled my neck through the noose and now I was all set

To take the final curtain, there’s nothing to regret

But as I am about to kick the chair away I find

Where there’s life there’s hope and I think I’ll change my mind

 

But there I was, stood on the chair and I could not get down

But I knew that my girlfriend would soon be back from town

For two hours I stood up there, my legs were tiring fast

Then I heard her door key turning, she was home at last

 

My girl walked in and saw me, she exclaimed ‘Holy Cow’!

‘Come on over here’ I said ‘I need your help right now’

She said ‘Of course my darling, I won’t leave you standing there’

She smiled at me, said ‘Goodbye dear’ and kicked away the chair

[jobee 10]

I decided I would end it all and commit suicide

I bought a recommended ‘How to Hang Yourself’ guide

All I needed was a rope, some handcuffs and a chair

And soon my body would be lifeless, twirling in mid air

 

I made a noose and slipped the rope around a strong wall hook

I cuffed my hands behind my back, just like in the book

I found a chair and positioned it just underneath the rope

I had last minute doubts, but knew with life I could not cope

 

I wriggled my neck through the noose and now I was all set

To take the final curtain, there’s nothing to regret

But as I am about to kick the chair away I find

Where there’s life there’s hope and I think I’ll change my mind

 

But there I was, stood on the chair and I could not get down

But I knew that my girlfriend would soon be back from town

For two hours I stood up there, my legs were tiring fast

Then I heard her door key turning, she was home at last

 

My girl walked in and saw me, she exclaimed ‘Holy Cow’!

‘Come on over here’ I said ‘I need your help right now’

She said ‘Of course my darling, I won’t leave you standing there’

She smiled at me, said ‘Goodbye dear’ and kicked away the chair

 

I like it.

[linnet52 10]

Modesty

 

Would it better if men were more spared,

And women stopped praising he-men who dared,

Would it be better if tenderness reigned?

Those blood and guts nerviest held and restrained.

 

Would it be better if modesty prevailed?

And we kissed and caressed all those who failed.

Ticker tape welcomes for those who are quiet.

Who mind their own business refusing to fight?

 

Me thinks twould be better to stop making guns,

By spending the money on laughter and puns,

I hope in the future we’ll think again,

And governments think deeply ‘bout women and men.

 

The Animal kingdoms no problem at all.

Its humans that’s spreading and taking it all.

Should we consider our productive rate.

Lesson our urge to procreate.

 

China had fun with this little game,

Should we take stock and do the same,

Nature tells us to watch our stock.

Or we could be in for a blooming big shock.

 

Jobee

 

 

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I really like this one

[jobee 10]

usama bin laden

 

usama bin laden was born in riyadh in 1957- he is said to be the 17th of 52 children by yemeni born muhammad bin laden saudi arabia's wealthiest construction magnate with close ties to king faisal of saudi arabia.-after his father's death in 1968 usama bin laden inherited some estimated $300 million

 

 

the camp david peace accords between egypt and Israel- the overthrow of the shah of Iran and the subsequent creation of a ‘shiite’ islamic regime - plus-the soviet invasion of afghanistan changed the young man's perception of the world. "I was enraged," he told the newspaper ‘al quds al arabi.’

 

usamah bin muhammed bin awad bin laden

 

born. 1957.

 

saudi arabia the place of his birth

his father seemingly ruling the earth

the construction business- brought him fame

wealth and power in this arab domain.

 

52 children his father would sire

bricks and mortar- not his only desire

the sunni religion instilled in them all

they considered it better- than peter and paul

 

but young usama tired of it all

wealth and luxury was not his call

he decided that fame was his game

and ‘sunni’ fame his ultimate aim.

 

free thinking russians he started on first

Infidals all- was his first outburst

if your not ‘sunni’ your nothing at all

no think- no fun- no having a ball.

 

slapping the deck five times a day

then babying women and going astray

up to the hills shouting the odds

bombing -killing- playing at gods

 

killing all- no question asked

christians –muslims- all stand aghast

we went through this- centuries ago

then we decided to give it a go

 

you pray to your god- I’ll pray to mine

this is our Mosque- that is your shrine

come off it bin Laden we’ll ignore your call

most of this world awaits your fall.

 

Jb. ©©©

 

free thinking Russians= weak religion

 

The other Side of the Coin, 1956 Anglo-French " Suez War" - A Bravenet.com Forum

[mr_blue_owl 10]

I like it.

 

Glad you like it Jobee

I got the idea from a book I once read with a similar situation

[jobee 10]

Family,Christmas day.

 

Did you notice baby's face,

Trying hard at table grace,

Spitting out, wondering why,

Nothing goes in mouth or eye.

 

Did you notice startled eyes,

When poppers pop, trailers fly,

Christmas lights blink, flash,

New found toys whirl, crash.

 

Did you notice Grandma's care,

Trying to catch baby’s stare,

Making faces, sucking lips,

Twiddling fingers, making quips.

 

Tapping Grandpa on the knee,

"Watch that drink! I’m telling thee,

Just one more, that’s enough,

I’ve seen you on that malted stuff."

 

Then more kids come hustling in,

What a ruckus, what a din,

Don't stand up you'll lose your seat,

Your ageing limbs cannot compete.

 

Youths and girlfriends then appear,

Showing off their flashy gear,

Drinks all round, giggles to,

Last nights sipping starts anew.

 

The smell of cooking fills the air,

Tables laid with special care,

Paper hats, tinsel to,

Take your turn, join the queue.

 

That's my toy, don't you dare!

A little friction in the air,

Children squabble then settle down.

Taking note of fathers frown.

 

Just a glance of Christmas day,

Cheers to all I hope and pray.

The new year brings to everyone.

The well sung words of Lennon’s song.

 

Give peace a chance.

jobee