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Beneath the Tree
Beneath the tree the presents spread
A wondrous sight to see
The boxes bright with ribbons tied
And lights upon the tree
And yet the boy he sat so sad
For missing was his present
Peace for the world was all he asked
Why could that not be given
A wondrous sight to see
The boxes bright with ribbons tied
And lights upon the tree
And yet the boy he sat so sad
For missing was his present
Peace for the world was all he asked
Why could that not be given
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
History is full of cease-fires at Christmas and even where 'enemies' have gotten together and celebrated. Why is it that this feeling cannot be carried on for the year.
Whats going on!
Mystry of existence
and our reality of vanishing!
Remaining time in the middle
we name it ,as a life!
Do we live this life?
or we made to live?
Do we have a freedom?
or we are following those sheep?
who are we in reality?
humans or a hurds?
why are we ruled by,
bunch of nerds?
where is our natural life?
without a plastic!
why are we eting packaged food?
and going bilistic?
where is our wisdom
and our higher soul?
why have we become nothing!
dead and charcoal?
Awake oh human!!
and serch for the truth!
There is no salvation
without your own search!
world is polluted
yet no one care,
there is so much grif
yet no one to share!
If we all arise
and learnt to see fact,
Consiousness will go high again,
can we make this a pact?
and our reality of vanishing!
Remaining time in the middle
we name it ,as a life!
Do we live this life?
or we made to live?
Do we have a freedom?
or we are following those sheep?
who are we in reality?
humans or a hurds?
why are we ruled by,
bunch of nerds?
where is our natural life?
without a plastic!
why are we eting packaged food?
and going bilistic?
where is our wisdom
and our higher soul?
why have we become nothing!
dead and charcoal?
Awake oh human!!
and serch for the truth!
There is no salvation
without your own search!
world is polluted
yet no one care,
there is so much grif
yet no one to share!
If we all arise
and learnt to see fact,
Consiousness will go high again,
can we make this a pact?
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Daily news! sad and sorrows around! my mind spoke with such a sound!
Customer Service
I used to work at Hardee's
I marveled at the girls who gave great customer service
Even to those who were rude at times
I wonder if these trying times have made customer service go down
I got some bad customer service this morning
I wanted eight chocolates picked from the counter
She wanted to give me a box, which is not as fresh
I told her about three times I didn't want a box
Till she finally realized I wasn't giving up on my original request
I left there pretty steamed, but I got what I had asked for
I see this petty treatment all over
At work, it clouds my day
Managers who just want to make a quick buck, and don't care about you
People like Jeff Bezos who only care about space travel and not workers
It comes down to actually caring for others
Because I can eat at home, but I go out for some love with my morsels
Looking for that one person that gets it
That really wants to give me great customer service
I marveled at the girls who gave great customer service
Even to those who were rude at times
I wonder if these trying times have made customer service go down
I got some bad customer service this morning
I wanted eight chocolates picked from the counter
She wanted to give me a box, which is not as fresh
I told her about three times I didn't want a box
Till she finally realized I wasn't giving up on my original request
I left there pretty steamed, but I got what I had asked for
I see this petty treatment all over
At work, it clouds my day
Managers who just want to make a quick buck, and don't care about you
People like Jeff Bezos who only care about space travel and not workers
It comes down to actually caring for others
Because I can eat at home, but I go out for some love with my morsels
Looking for that one person that gets it
That really wants to give me great customer service
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
I have been complaining about this issue my whole life, from my nonexistent family members who don't want to be bothered, to the voters who vote for people like our current blunder, I hope he's ok after his fall on his nonpolluting bicycle.Madison Trip
Went to the ice rink to juggle three hockey pucks to some good music
Went to the library to play on the internet
Then I went to Burger King to get some sausage and mini cinnamon rolls
I didn't know you have to put the icing on yourself
I went to Pawn America and bought a behind the scenes of American Idol DVD
Then I went to Cracker Barrel and bought some Herr's curls
I went to Goodwill and bought the Osborne Family CD
Then I went to Bowl-A-Vards Lanes and played a video golf game
Then I drove around the capital building
I went to Henry Vilas Zoo where I saw a polar bear only two feet away from me
I went to Chuck E Cheese and won over 1,100 tickets at the balloon game
And I got a personal pizza with sausage, pepperoni, and mushrooms
Then I went to another Goodwill store and got a wood hockey stick
I also got a REM CD with Man on the Moon and Everybody Hurts
And a tape on how to have a good work atmosphere
Then I went back to my home town of Platteville and went to Goodwill there
I couldn't find anything I wanted there
And I finished the trip with juggling with my hockey stick and three pucks
Went to the library to play on the internet
Then I went to Burger King to get some sausage and mini cinnamon rolls
I didn't know you have to put the icing on yourself
I went to Pawn America and bought a behind the scenes of American Idol DVD
Then I went to Cracker Barrel and bought some Herr's curls
I went to Goodwill and bought the Osborne Family CD
Then I went to Bowl-A-Vards Lanes and played a video golf game
Then I drove around the capital building
I went to Henry Vilas Zoo where I saw a polar bear only two feet away from me
I went to Chuck E Cheese and won over 1,100 tickets at the balloon game
And I got a personal pizza with sausage, pepperoni, and mushrooms
Then I went to another Goodwill store and got a wood hockey stick
I also got a REM CD with Man on the Moon and Everybody Hurts
And a tape on how to have a good work atmosphere
Then I went back to my home town of Platteville and went to Goodwill there
I couldn't find anything I wanted there
And I finished the trip with juggling with my hockey stick and three pucks
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
I took off from work for four days off. I try to break up the year with some time off as I work six days most weeks. I also saw a coyote on the way back to town.R Kelly
Who can we find to point at
And say Bad Man for doing that!
Michael Jackson did a good moonwalk
But his interview with Oprah made everyone talk
Bill Cosby sold some good pudding
Little did we know he gave women pills which wasn't a good thing
OJ was in The Naked Gun which made me laugh a lot
I didn't believe it when they said he stabbed and got caught
Now we have R Kelly with a song I Believe I Can Fly
Gayle King showed us he can also lie
So how many of my heroes fall into islands of blame?
Tearing down men seems to be the game
And say Bad Man for doing that!
Michael Jackson did a good moonwalk
But his interview with Oprah made everyone talk
Bill Cosby sold some good pudding
Little did we know he gave women pills which wasn't a good thing
OJ was in The Naked Gun which made me laugh a lot
I didn't believe it when they said he stabbed and got caught
Now we have R Kelly with a song I Believe I Can Fly
Gayle King showed us he can also lie
So how many of my heroes fall into islands of blame?
Tearing down men seems to be the game
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Posted: Mar 2019
About this poem:
It seems with all the cell phones we have rammed up the bullying behavior of people. I read that suicidal thoughts are on the uprise in America. I do miss the innocence of the 70's and 80's when I grew up before all this bad news on my heroes came out. How long before they find something on Will Smith.
Shadder o’these Maountains
Wal….. Prob’y it ain’t nuthin
That doggone marmot consarned me
The Mawdrator he was pound’d down ‘is gavel
Meeting ai’jouned …was all he says
Meetin’ Ai’jouned my a**
It wa’ jus pass that Aa-ternal Equaunox it waz
When ‘is nite waz gettin a chill in the aire
Passin’ round da ‘holler I waz on ma’ way home
The fust thing on my mind hopesin’
The fire still a'glowen its embers’ red
Pass the bahwn wit' all dem peeps and clucks
So goes sounds o’ late summa a’ turnin to fall
In the Shadder o’these Maountains
That doggone marmot consarned me
The Mawdrator he was pound’d down ‘is gavel
Meeting ai’jouned …was all he says
Meetin’ Ai’jouned my a**
It wa’ jus pass that Aa-ternal Equaunox it waz
When ‘is nite waz gettin a chill in the aire
Passin’ round da ‘holler I waz on ma’ way home
The fust thing on my mind hopesin’
The fire still a'glowen its embers’ red
Pass the bahwn wit' all dem peeps and clucks
So goes sounds o’ late summa a’ turnin to fall
In the Shadder o’these Maountains
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Posted: Sep 2018
About this poem:
Speaking in a little hill farmer dialect still used in this little corner of Yankeeland.Teacher Rant
I hate these kids
This pay I'm getting
What a joke!
There is no respect for teachers
None, zip, nada
How has it gone so bad so fast
It used to be good for teachers
A good pension after 30 years
You could retire in your mid 50's and have about 30 years of good retirement
Teach 30, retire 30, sounded great, right?
Now that has been stripped away to give it to fat cronies like Donald Trump
And don't get me started with these kids
Parents who want to be friends to their kids
Kids being raised by grandparents because their parents chose drugs instead
Kids who do things so disgusting and bullying that redefines cruelty
I should quit, but I have three things that keep me going to this tomb
June, July, and August!
This pay I'm getting
What a joke!
There is no respect for teachers
None, zip, nada
How has it gone so bad so fast
It used to be good for teachers
A good pension after 30 years
You could retire in your mid 50's and have about 30 years of good retirement
Teach 30, retire 30, sounded great, right?
Now that has been stripped away to give it to fat cronies like Donald Trump
And don't get me started with these kids
Parents who want to be friends to their kids
Kids being raised by grandparents because their parents chose drugs instead
Kids who do things so disgusting and bullying that redefines cruelty
I should quit, but I have three things that keep me going to this tomb
June, July, and August!
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Posted: Apr 2018
About this poem:
After the school shootings on Valentine's Day, I have been researching teaching and what led to this and many other shootings in our schools. I got out in 96, as I taught and got bulldozed over by those kids every day.
Turn my back upon it all
TURN MY BACK UPON IT ALL
If I but could...
Escape from the planet of the cash
All they offer is piles of trash
Buy us off with baubles
Nice tv (to keep you doped-special deals on request!)
Brand new stereo
Have an android dear chap...
I want to go and turn way
To live life
And not just exist
All the temptations of urbania
I will resist
Go back to Mother
But they even charge you to get away
Yasgur's farm with a turnstile
They charge you for Yurts
And screw you for Tents
Twist you for a Tipi
Charge them high
Then not so many will get away
The logic of the market
The evil of the banks
I have to write
To fight
To get me free
To spin out my end
At one and at peace
Beyond the spell of the dragon
Sell my work
Just like selling my soul
The pen as a prostitute
My hand becomes its pimp
Where do we find peace?
If I but could...
Escape from the planet of the cash
All they offer is piles of trash
Buy us off with baubles
Nice tv (to keep you doped-special deals on request!)
Brand new stereo
Have an android dear chap...
I want to go and turn way
To live life
And not just exist
All the temptations of urbania
I will resist
Go back to Mother
But they even charge you to get away
Yasgur's farm with a turnstile
They charge you for Yurts
And screw you for Tents
Twist you for a Tipi
Charge them high
Then not so many will get away
The logic of the market
The evil of the banks
I have to write
To fight
To get me free
To spin out my end
At one and at peace
Beyond the spell of the dragon
Sell my work
Just like selling my soul
The pen as a prostitute
My hand becomes its pimp
Where do we find peace?
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Posted: Sep 2017
About this poem:
I would love to go live next to nature, hippy style, for my last few years(or however long higher powers have granted me)- but they evn charge you to die, let alone live!- this poem expresses my frustration at the situation- 'urbania' is a expansion of 'suburbia'- to cover ANY urban sprawl or town...'dragon' is a reference to a life horror i allegorized in my oem 'dragons domain' also on here... my only means to reach my goal is my pen, and selling the produce of it, which makes me feel rather like an intellectual prostitute- you just cannot win, can you?...Yurs cost over 3000 uk pounds, Tipis not too far behind- there's my dilemma...Don't Call Me Names!
I am not a nerd
I am not white
I am not fat
Don't call me Sir
Or Mr.
If you want to call me anything
Mike
That would be best
So I ask what you want
To be respected
Not labeled
To be free to feel good
And not have someone rain on my parade
Peace!
I am not white
I am not fat
Don't call me Sir
Or Mr.
If you want to call me anything
Mike
That would be best
So I ask what you want
To be respected
Not labeled
To be free to feel good
And not have someone rain on my parade
Peace!
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
I was watching the Breakfast Club and how the criminal was saying mean things to the other students in detention. At the end they were all buds.
Yes, I love you
Today I weep.
You killed my Caucasian sister
You wounded my white and black brethren
But I do not weep for them
No. She died honorably.
Standing up to dead the past,
And all negative representations of it,
Before you mowed her down.
I do not weep for the wounded.
They will wear the battle scars and
Have a story to tell:
The day they escaped a coward's chains
And lived to love again, free.
Why do you insist on making it
Hard to love you? Why do your children
Have to rot in prisons and
Become slaves of the State
Because you choose not to let go of
The hate that fuels your desire to spread
More hatred?
Don't you realize by now,
After one-hundred fifty four years,
In your effort to hurt me
You only hurt yourself?
You are my brothers and sisters.
We are Americans.
You shame us all when you choose
To continue to wear the
Chains of oppression.
You are comfortably bound by
Hatred, practicing an ideology
You proudly teach the youth
Because you hate me more
Than you love your child.
Today, I weep for you.
Can you not see that the love and camaraderie
That exists among and between
Your brethren is stronger than the evil
You claim is part of your heritage?
Still, I cannot hate you.
As much as I hate what you do and I
Hate what you believe and I
Hate that you choose to live in darkness.
I know that if I allow myself to hate you
I become just like you.
That frightens me more than you or
What you believe or
That which you are capable.
I choose to love you.
I love what I know you can be.
I love what I know your children will be,
With time and through the experiences
The whole world has to offer
And just one ounce of the courage
They need to step out into the light.
I love you because my love kills your hate.
Yes, I love you.
You killed my Caucasian sister
You wounded my white and black brethren
But I do not weep for them
No. She died honorably.
Standing up to dead the past,
And all negative representations of it,
Before you mowed her down.
I do not weep for the wounded.
They will wear the battle scars and
Have a story to tell:
The day they escaped a coward's chains
And lived to love again, free.
Why do you insist on making it
Hard to love you? Why do your children
Have to rot in prisons and
Become slaves of the State
Because you choose not to let go of
The hate that fuels your desire to spread
More hatred?
Don't you realize by now,
After one-hundred fifty four years,
In your effort to hurt me
You only hurt yourself?
You are my brothers and sisters.
We are Americans.
You shame us all when you choose
To continue to wear the
Chains of oppression.
You are comfortably bound by
Hatred, practicing an ideology
You proudly teach the youth
Because you hate me more
Than you love your child.
Today, I weep for you.
Can you not see that the love and camaraderie
That exists among and between
Your brethren is stronger than the evil
You claim is part of your heritage?
Still, I cannot hate you.
As much as I hate what you do and I
Hate what you believe and I
Hate that you choose to live in darkness.
I know that if I allow myself to hate you
I become just like you.
That frightens me more than you or
What you believe or
That which you are capable.
I choose to love you.
I love what I know you can be.
I love what I know your children will be,
With time and through the experiences
The whole world has to offer
And just one ounce of the courage
They need to step out into the light.
I love you because my love kills your hate.
Yes, I love you.
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
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