"briefing" poems
Without legitimate occupancy,
Adverse possession is the legal right
Of anyone who moves in and maintains
A property, so here's the deal. We must
Move in to 1600 Penn,
The current tenant having broke the lease.
The caravan from Guatemala first, Hondurans trudging slowly from the depth.
Then the Yemen children not yet murdered,
Those with preexisting conditions next,
And women whose assaults were ridiculed,
Those roughed up by cops and politicians.
Losers in the war on drugs, the big house
Having far exceeded capacity.
The mentally ill, discarded by the
Great communicator after he tore
The Solar panels off the roof. This is
Anger, not poetic license. When a
Long train of abuses and usurpations
Evinces a design to reduce them
Under absolute Despotism, it
Is their right, it is their duty to throw
Off such Government, and to provide new
Guards for their future security. Such
Has been the patient sufferance of these
And such is now the necessity which
Constrains them to alter their systems of
Government. And journalists under fire,
If there's room still left in the briefing room,
Let facts be submitted to a candid
World.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
The Helos hovered silently
as the Seals roped to the ground.
They touched down on Sesame Street
where the “Big Bird” could be found.
The C.I.A. had tracked him
Using feed from P.B.S.
President Mitt o.k’d the hit
when we tracked him to his nest.
A blue grouch in a garbage can
liay bleeding on the floor.
That **** named Cookie Monster
won’t eat cookies anymore.
Ernie, Bert and rubber ducky
Were in the bath they say
When Seal team six broke through the door
and blew them both away.
Big Bird hid in Hooper’s store
While all this had transpired.
Then he laid down suppressing fire
With a weapon he’d acquired
Several Seals lay silent
in that sleep that isn’t sweet.
Snuffleupagus opened up
and forced a Seal retreat.
A stealth Helo exploded
raining wreckage on the street.
Maddened Muppets hurling Bricks
compounded Mitt’s defeat.
As of today Big Bird’s at large.
Him we couldn’t whack.
The briefing failed to tell us
That a Liberal Bird fights back.
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
Ketchup bottles have been taken off the shelves
Homes don’t even have ketchup themselves
French Fries, Hamburgers and Franks are all upset
But who in the world let?
A mystery we all must solve
We all must get involved
Look for clues in find
It’s the French Fries in who we must be kind
Let’s see of we can find any clues
We must be determined and not lose
There were traces of ketchup spills
Where there is a way is also a desired will
On the TV, there was a briefing at Heinz concerning why the ketchup was stolen
A competitor with its own brand recipe of ketchup stated, “Our ketchup is the best, and we are ready to do the test”
But will really contest?
Heinz has been around for years, but a new competitor wants to triumphed in preserver
Now how long can French Fries and other foods requiring ketchup continue in going plain?
Now the competitor being called, “ALL THE SPICES COMPANY, INC.”
ALL THE SPICES COMPANY, INC. does have a ring in its name
But what is their ingredient too whom they want us to be lame?
Now Heinz has a special blend, which they will never tell
Yet in the supermarket stores it does sell
But not knowing much about the competitor, how can they tell?
The Consumers have control in the flavor test
They will surely determine who is the best
Maybe more of less
Well after much tasting, Heinz was the victor without any effort
I am sorry to say, “ALL THE SPICES’ just couldn’t cut it
They wouldn’t have compared to even mustard
But don’t let me go there
However, just beware in who you feel is the best
Let your taste buds be the test
The French Fries can continue to have the ketchup style while competitor, “ALL THE SPICES” we be thinking on Heinz resources during while.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
Last night,
my thoughts were of the coming days
i got up even before dawn
preparing to face tomorrow.
everything about tomorrow
is on the table...like a briefing on what to
expect...souls awaiting...sunny, stormy days
newly sprouted worries, and old ones that
refuse to go...food talks...pride...errands,
the good and the bad...everything,
all arranged on a platter.
it's like reading a big book...filled with
nows...yesterdays...and tomorrows..
thick with pages that turn fast, or slow,
pages that are bright, unwrinkled,
others are flapping...twisted, crumpled,
even torn......depending on the wind,
which could be breezy...or gusty.
some pages bring long-lasting smiles
some are too wet with tears
some cause a blink...once, twice, or thrice;
a brief way of escaping...yet,
truths are there when eyes open again.
we ponder over the pages skipped,
for clarity...for closure...not for turning back
there's no other way.......but ahead...
....like the wide and endless freeway,
painted lines divide lanes...define direction
...explaining continuity...moving forward,
no matter what.......because,
tomorrow
always comes
>>>>> ::: >>>>> ::: >>>>> ::: >>>>>
Sally
Copyright January 8, 2018
rrab
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
#*
Silent whispers
Purple spoke to pink
Lavender winked
Somewhat convinced
Sugar red hibiscus
From his bed of green
Sprung into the conversation
With purple and pink
Yellow blush
Nine o clocks
Had to attend the briefing
By the sun
In his next meeting
The flowers seemed not to be in a rush
All, recently bloomed
They had moments enough
To live
They tried to make the most of it
Under the rays of the sun*#
Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 8:43 AM UTC
The wind that blows is all that anyone knows
-Thoreau
“She hit me!” “She did not!” “He hit her first!”
“You can ask anyone – I hit the mike!”
“No, no, she hit me!” “No, he is the worst!”
“No, not at all, that’s not what it was like!”
“The president’s a meany!” “The press is rude!”
“This is unprecedented!” “You’re a fake!”
“Take away his pass; I’m not in the mood!”
“It’s unacceptable!” “Well, you’re a snake!”
As the nation crumbles in violence and smoke
The press and president are one bad joke
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
Surviving prosperity is another burden, and not a beneficial human lesson, for my longing, wandering emergency bird self! If my sensitive soul sensor catches bad coordinates, I chew and accuse myself constantly and digest! I have been known as an educated man for a long time, and yet today more scientist minds are honored! I became a highland loaf, or a stranger in the field; chased peanut steaming silly grotesque idiots! This is why I have always loved to hide in the hiding places of illuminating senses! Only vigilant Prophets can put order in the ring of hunters if they still want of their own free will!
I deliberately don’t knock on the crooked herds of computing diggers! Pale scared you are already constantly dodging; incense-lost advanced settlers happily at my table who get rich from gigantic possessions - afraid - they would give nothing in return! Pallerized, more pores can still grow up if they are surrounded by a foolishly turned-out century! There can be no confusing fiasco left but a victorious deal at all! A briefing - if you like it or not - deserves merely privileged ones! Ground dexterity is key!
Our employee inactivity is obligatory for blind robotics and it can be sold, our reality can no longer be cherished by loyalty! After the final count, he was easily attacked by fiesta! Simplified ground fat: Who doesn't take care of themselves selfishly, it's trampled on easily! "I could never judge you with gratifying pleasure!" Today, Asian laziness breaks down on everything; for sculptors sneezing against a wall, it is rare for a laurel to be created
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 3:01 AM UTC
We pass quietly in the dim morning light,a nod of the head and all is right.
Coffee cup in hand and a marked up IAP perhaps in morning briefing you stood right next to me
I didn't recognize your face your name I did not know
But the connection we share most will never know
When they said you didn't make it back today .my heart sank in my chest I prayed for your family ,friends and all the rest .
We know all too well the dangers that we face ,yet we can't keep our self's from coming to this place.
For there's something deep in all of us that binds us to this fate .
Billl Hamilton
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
Petite and concise
Short doesn't always convey solidly.
Though it trends immediately.
I'm suppose to relate to this?
So, this is what keeps the masses?
The few stanzas.
Holding a shallow briefing.
Arranged extinction of meaning.
This Sparknote poetry.
I'm a short fuse.
Time bombs set faster than a haiku,
Lazy.
Apathetic
Medicating
Entertainment,
What's to appease ? Do you think I
retain a story in a few breathes?
Is it folly to those who take strides?Tormented by creativity and pages of effort?
Maybe it's personal preference.
Or maybe I'm just bored.
Rarely do I complain but,
enough small talk of weather.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
i try to keep
you in the periphery,
not anymore
a clear
and present danger.
now an
a w a r e n e s s
of your power
over
me
remains vigilant.
i feel it
always by
my side,
aware it
could strike
at the
moment
of your
desire.
i can't think
of any
protection
against this.
i don't know
how
to
save
myself
from the you
in the ether
at the edge
of the wind.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
American citizens in “bread-lines” to get little boxes of food. How desperate do you have to be to join that line? The sad, generous, little boxes of nutrition. We are all human, we all need our next breath and our children’s next meal. We all need shelter.
It’s a carnival of pleasure to mock human need. Tell me my mistake.
Watch our President’s Daily Briefing. He doesn’t mention bread-lines. He chooses not to. How counterfeit is his competence. No “fire side chat”, no promise of hope. How mean is this fat, grubby, “rich” man who s***s on golden toilet seats and ignores starving Americans’ desperation.
The tyrant’s plea, as the collapse begins, is “I’m not responsible”. Tell me my mistake.
We have lost our immeasurable strength. We are become callous. We are robbed, of our better, more generous selves by narrow focus, by zero sum greed. Our collapse will be just, like verse set down in primitive times when the margin of error was clear and understood.
It’s a calm discrimination to choose carelessness. Tell me my mistake.
This unfolding viral nightmare is but one of the fires along the tree line. The encroaching environmental disaster, the loss of our political system’s integrity, the militarization of police racism.
Maybe China will do better - if I’m reading my score card correctly, it looks like they’re up next as the world’s great superpower.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC
Bombs around me
Earth surrounds me
I battle in my own coffin made of dirt
Disease runs rampant through
Down around the trench, my tomb
My heart empty, all I feel is hurt
My emotions elude me
My ideas confuse me
I stand as a man I don't know bleeds on my shirt
He tried to **** me
I have no will to be!
I hear nothing but the blasting turret
Flashing in my eyes
A worthless life of 19 years
Fear in my head, fear in my heart
Wish I was dead, I might make my brain art.....
On the wall
Briefing, gunshots pounding,
The world mangles my mind into mush
It forces me to unwillingly rewind
I can't ******* rest, I want my blood to rush
There's a man with a gun behind
I can't take it, I'd rather be ******* dead!!
Meanwhile the demons scream from inside my head
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
7.30 a.m up
8.15 a.m out
Water in hand
Ready to stand
As a marshall at the parkrun
At the park
People and dogs come together
Conversations, chat
People thin, people fat
Ready for the briefing
Allotment corner
Here I stand
Radio, safety kit in hand
Welcoming the first lap up the hill
Well done Madame, well done Bill
Well done dog
Well done man
Well done second lap
Diggin in with the last energy on tap
Thank you Marshall
Thank you Marshall
My pleasure
My pleasure
Tail marshall comes through
Thats the end of the run
Gathering cones and job well done
Fellowship, friendship and some fun
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 6:05 AM UTC
why even attack,
slyly creep under
or even parasitical nibble
at a figurine
that in 100 years will (
gain impetus akin
to an Alexander the Great... ?
a joke of a surname... )
when you have
all the grey
areas of an erwin lambert
to mind...
the joke that was ******
that became the mythological
romance akin to Attila...
the congested mouth of
human history,
lacerated, cancerous,
tooth-rot
and a tongue of gangrene,
nothing, but theatre,
surviving;
give it 100 years...
and no sooner the moths
that might agitate the flame...
but all they grey-mass-in-between...
ihre vater, die "wenigscherz"...
how these children
sum up the evil
in one but man...
peddlestooled into the lime
from the cameo...
dictator helpless before
dictatorial mass of bureucrats...
hier! hier ihre eisenvorhang!
break the rank
of the patron of bureucrats
(herr Kant)...
and place
the sztylet of Brutus,
with a semi-patricide scorn into...
a nail within
the hanging frame of
a dandy crux...
a feeling akin to:
castrating a pedegree Alsatian:
shining teeth...
pumped teeth...
impersonal the gnashing...
most of the time i imagine
myself reincarnated
in a theatre of a castrated
rottweiler...
making stretched-clown-masks
from strangers' skins
of childrens' faces...
just for kicks...
mind you...
apparently the N.S.A.
has all the personal data briefing
whether or not...
i'm jihadi material...
or just a fantasist /
fetishist...
good to know that even I,
do not have knowledge,
of a minority report;
must have whisked passed me
on a feline whim of
teasing a whisker before
a fetish for: leisuring a Mexican
in cleaning a dilemma's worth
of a paw;
prepare th mince...
an obese exhibit with
Alzheimer's...
during warfare,
war dogs & dogs require
the most contaminated meats,
to add to their expected
ferociousness...
ha ha...
the Nazis didn't insaminate
their subjects with
feline *****
why is Frankenstein
so pale...
and transgenderism, so, norm?
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
Life's missing
End briefing
Mission abort
It hurt
Hot dam
Like the stove has been left on
eternally in this land
Strife winning
Bended humans
Mocking emotion
As I sip on my potion
tryna rub the bottle to see a genie
grant me my wishes
But this red vision
In my mind
It aches it ache
Oh
How it ache my spine
The wishes granted
I am plastered
Higher then a master
Broke and filled with lethal cancer
I can live
I can live
I still have one wish
But why oh why do I feel like the Devils *****
On some whimsical addition
to an inevitable encryption
seen by the demons and the Holy messengers,
if I dare unfold the scroll
unchained the Demon who murders brothers just like Cain
... Cain.. Cane the cane
was up her nose when she lost all her values.
A deranged wish but I hope
it takes part to let the apocalypse start as our souls depart.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
What was it?
Meteor falling?
Visit of aliens, an encounter?
Defense Ministry briefing?
Micro-apocalypse?
Semantic or phonetic ellipsis?
Or unfiltered beer?
Or was she Serbian?
Such a fake name...
In a french tunic or a jacket?
what century of antiquity? 19th 18th?
Storojeviih do you understand me?
You won't find such a datum in cyberspace!
You left early,
The spectrum is still on.
This is often the case with people,
Abnormal states
Or let's put it this way:
Alien abduction.
In Orginal:
Watchmen in an unknown wardrobe item
Что это было?
Падение метеорита?
Посещение инопланетян?
Брифинг Минобороны?
Микроапокалипсис?
Семантический или фонетический эллипсис?
Или нефилтрованное пиво?
Или сербка она была?
Такая фалшивая фамилия...
В тунике или в пиджаке?
какого то века антика? 19ого 18ого?
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Аномальные состояния
Или так скажим:
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May 8, 2022
May 8, 2022 at 4:29 AM UTC