"committees" poems
—and not simply by the fact that this shading of
forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam,
the gloom of cypresses,
is what I wish to prove.
When you and I were first in love we drove
to the borders of Connacht
and entered a wood there.
Look down you said: this was once a famine road.
I looked down at ivy and the scutch grass
rough-cast stone had
disappeared into as you told me
in the second winter of their ordeal, in
1847, when the crop had failed twice,
Relief Committees gave
the starving Irish such roads to build.
Where they died, there the road ended
and ends still and when I take down
the map of this island, it is never so
I can say here is
the masterful, the apt rendering of
the spherical as flat, nor
an ingenious design which persuades a curve
into a plane,
but to tell myself again that
the line which says woodland and cries hunger
and gives out among sweet pine and cypress,
and finds no horizon
will not be there.
9.2k
When Rome fell down,
Don Newton with his flashing blade
Took over.
He marched the corridors of Table Tennis power
For more than fifty years.
And graced a multitude of committees with his
Presence.
As Mister NALGO, Don constructed
A glorious empire
Of countless teams
At many a venue:
Down Pasture Street,
In Weelsby, Yarra, Knoll,
Electric Club,
Saint James...
To name a few.
Amassing titles and cups
From every division
Of the Grimsby League:
A roll of honour too long to recall,
Now stretching to the horizon.
No fancy sponge, reversed rubber,
Or long-pimples for our Don.
Give him a plain old Barna bat,
Devoid of sponge, short-pimples out,
To give that ball a mighty clout.
The simple things in life
Were all he wished:
A pint of mild,
Or game of chess,
Would always go down well.
This table tennis granddad knows the score,
And takes his leisure now,
Contented as
The sun goes down.
Paul Butters
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
Snooty Rudy
Thinks he’s hot as fire.
Snooty Rudy
Leaves a lot to be desired.
Snooty Rudy
Thinks he’s better than us all
Silly Rudy
He’s heading for a big fall.
Rudy always thinks
He’s the star of every game
Rudy never gets
The joke hidden in his name.
He looks up on life
As someone else’s duty.
Someone must pay the piper
But it is never Rudy.
Snooty Rudy
Thinks he’s hot as fire.
Snooty Rudy
Leaves a lot to be desired.
Rudy never gets the check
When he goes out to eat.
When people rise to clean
He always keeps his seat.
Rudy doesn’t like to stir
From a relaxing chair.
Look around when work is done,
Rudy is never there.
Snooty Rudy
Thinks he’s better than us all
Silly Rudy
He’s heading for a big fall.
Rudy likes to join
Committees for charity causes
But when the work is done
Rudy only pauses.
He’s there for congratulations
But not for sweat and toil.
***** hands are beneath his station.
Never a smidgen of soil.
Snooty Rudy
Thinks he’s hot as fire.
Snooty Rudy
Leaves a lot to be desired.
Snooty Rudy
Thinks he’s better than us all
Silly Rudy
He’s heading for a big fall.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
Be home before the street lights comes on.
Don't make me come looking for you.
If I have to tell you again, you're not going to like it.
Don't make me get up out this chair..
Schools, must think money grows upon a tree.
Yell, at your mother again.
Don't make me get my belt.
Get me a switch of the tree.
Whew!-things the old school parents stated to that child.
Comments, many cuddlers of sympathy wouldn't understand.
Your job raised and nurture children's into responsible adults.
Crying , I'm a single mother holds no truth for those that accomplished raising them nicely into great adults.
Excuses, excuses seem to be the nod of parents today.
Who seem more intimidated of child's protected services?
Then old school parents gave you options to call them and didn't care if they took you away.
Cause in truth, it was more for your protection.
For old school parents didn't play.
You learned to respect adults.
You learned when to and not to talk.
Excuses, excuses, we hear the young parents uses today.
Make even kids of old school parents have more respect for the way they was raised.
Church, wasn't an option in dad eyes.
Even if he regularly didn't attend church.
He made sure the kids got up and rise.
It kept mother on his side.
And if he attended church, he could see the joy in your mother's smile.
Too many excuses us used by parents today.
Then back in days of old the responsibility was a total group of committees.
Mothers, grandmothers, grandfathers and yes, even there or not there fathers.
Along with aunts and uncles that held reign of reeling you in before trouble begin.
Then ,those were the days that many reflects upon.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
How many are there?
I doubt anyone is aware
At least half the population;
A fact that should really scare
And yet decades go by
And they still don’t awaken
And now our trust in them
Is powerfully and fatally shaken.
It’s the Narcissistic Generation
And it could mean the death
Of freedom and democracy
With one last dying breath
Because like most committees
The members are the kind of jerks
Who want all the goodies
But will not ever do the work.
We have a country of slackers
Who were raised to be spoiled fools
Who want all the structure made
But will not pick up one tool.
So if this country falls apart
And becomes a dream of history
For me and people like myself
It will be no amazing mystery.
The USA will falter silently
And maybe fall over and die
And none of the people responsible
Will admit they’re the reason why.
It will not be done by foreigners
The way warmongers always cried.
Instead it will be by malingerers;
Self-inflicted by the dunces inside.
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
Part 1
The snooze button empowers me to the veto the day
However some Congressional sub-committees on time and financing appear to be overriding my action
Part 2
I have played with clouds
I have seen moons drop past the horizons of distant worlds
I have talked to Solomon, Moses, Jesus, Muhammad, Siddhartha, the Dalai Lama, all of his incarnations, Gandhi, Ben Franklin, Abraham Lincoln and soldiers returning home from countless wars
And I have been disappointed thousands of times because you have awoke me before I was fully enlightened
Part 3
You should have warned me before I said something stupid
Why don't you ever signal me before I over draw my checking account
You could of let out some kind of peep telling me that the dog was about to crap on the floor
You are good for nothing
Part 4
It needs to be over between us
I am in love with pillow
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
Arnold my dearest friend was 82
his soul has made a transition
through sands and vast oceans
to another dimensional paradise
he was chatty and I quiet
he was white and I black
he was old and I young
he was a man and I a woman
bonded with zest and humour
Arnold was strict and perfect
we met at local debating club
where we polished speeches
the little gems of impromptu
and the daunted evaluations
charming and complimentary
with an adventurous heart
and the pleasing easy spirit
of playfulness and success
Arnold and his plentiful gang
of competitive read speakers
always told me to slow down
I was a post-graduate trainee
wanting to brush my confidence
way back then when I stumbled
on that working men club
in the company of grey hairs
organised in eventful committees
Arnold saw roles changed
when after five long years
I was an elected president
the transformation of time
following radio interviews
back then when career drove
the foundations of many blocks
of habitual repetition and sweat
of sifting grime from the fire
Arnold always warmed up to me
kissed me on the rosy cheek
he changed cars like clothes
and loved his dearly wife to bits
he has left a scent around my life
of a hope to love and build family
an ardent piano player and traveller
no wonder that church was so full
abundant with fond memories
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
If you would like to run a country
And run it with an iron fist
While thumbing your nose at democracy,
Then keep in mind the following list:
One. Once you're in office,
Defy the voters that you'd been wooing
By doing some of the things that you
Criticized your opponent for doing.
Two. Demonize the media.
Accuse them of grossly distorting
The truth. Call them the enemy,
And give no credence to what they're reporting.
Three. When matters don't go your way,
Resort to alternative facts and choose
Disinformation as the best way
To strengthen your base with far-fetched views.
Four. Give alt-right nationalists
Top positions on your team
And then belittle those who say
That your advisers are too extreme.
Five. Meet with the FBI
To clarify your expectations.
Tell them that they should knock down stories
And change ongoing investigations.
Six. Pressure heads of intelligence
Investigative committees to call
Reporters to tell them to alter reports.
Tell them "To hell with protocol!"
Seven. Downplay the roles of foreign
Countries in helping you win the race.
Discourage further investigations
By saying they're totally out of place.
Eight. Follow the expert advice
Of Vladimir Lenin, who would say,
"A lie told often enough
Becomes the truth." That works today.
Nine. Belittle judges and courts;
Belittle even allies and friends.
Stick your foot in your mouth even more
When you try to make amends.
Ten. It helps to criticize
The CIA and FBI.
Intimidate and discredit them,
And hang the agencies out to dry.
Eleven. Chip away at people's
Rights. Try to make them believe
That what you are doing is for their own good.
Remind them that the press can deceive.
Twelve. Continue campaign rallies
To stroke your ego; to prove you're liked.
Cover up the fact that your
Disapproval ratings have spiked.
A master con artist will know
How to take information and spin it.
He needs to find a gullible mind,
And "There's a sucker born every minute."
- by Bob B (2-26-17)
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
I've felt stress
Daily.
But the load has never this bad, baby
My head is pounding
My stomach is twisting and burning
I want to wake up in your arms
I want to be reminded every morning that you're there to save me
From myself
But I can't save the world in bed with you
I'm getting everything I want
But I can't have it all together
My head is cloudy
Worries flying to the forefront of my consciousness
Each stressor fighting for my attention
My shoulders aren't broad enough to carry the load
It's spilling from my eyes
And landing on the corners of your perfect mouth
I try to localize the pain within my arms' reach
So nobody else gets hurt
But you've stepped into my arms
And I'm letting you taste it from my lips
What do I want?
Without the factors?
I want to come home to you every day
Starting right now
But I can't...without changing your well-established life
And I don’t expect you to follow me
But I pray to God that you wait for me
As I pack my schedule
Work tens of states away
Study with hundreds of miles in between us
I hate feeling like I'm choosing this over you
Truth is, I want to stay with you more than any of this.
When I’m with you
There’s no way to fail and nobody to disappoint
You’re safe and I WANT TO STAY HERE
My heart is telling my head, stomach--every part of me
That I want you this summer and always
But I'm working and studying for more than myself and even for you—my favorite part of life
In Maine I truly feel like I'm contributing to science, toward a cure for glaucoma
As an optometrist, I'll be able to help thousands of patients see the world
I can't possibly be in this for the money, either
I'm taking so many hits in the process of trying to make the biggest impact I can on this world
I’m a bundle of insecurities with a bizarre responsibility to use what little I have to make lives after mine better
It’s why I pick so many battles
Care so much about politics
Organize all of these committees
Kiss babies and stare off into their futures
Decide to uncomfortably go out and softly tell my truths
It’s why I chose to be a scientist and a doctor.
But it’s costing us—and it kills me that it’s costing you, too.
You’re a main character in this crazy, transitional chapter of my life
And I hope you’ll stay for the rest of my book.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
Though you lose, thus becoming an intimate as a lover or friend, brother or sister, parent,
you will always lose through attrition or accident.
We know that 9/11’s are attrition and
love is always an accident, because
we reap what we sow, and never choose whom we love.
Attrition is the rain, forming
from pressure within the skies,
high and low temperatures at Armageddon:
yin and yang becoming earth’s tears.
Accident is the rain, vilifying
the evil of being from these two lessers of the skies,
love is sought but never found or found at odd places:
yin and yang becomes earth’s joy.
Thus, rain is a lie, liar, lying, saying
joy and love at the same time.
But love is not from this world. It is
not recognized, but named… “No” to the world’s belligerence.
We know love is expressed by this action, yes…
Thus, it’s not a lie. Love cannot be otherwise
or we would’ve never crucified the Savior
or our true loves for the world…
Love cannot exist naked.
It is always ready to be whipped, strangled, maimed
as Jesus or a twice victimed Iraqui,
the third world or as Salvadore Allende.*
But I love the rain despite my self.
It is within the reach of definitions
but not confirmations. So, love
like rain cannot be held hostage
by human view nor divine postage.
I love as it rains, I rain as I love.
From here, in my prayer, let my love of rain be love.
*Found in Voices of a People’s History of the United States, by Howard Zinn and Anthony Arnove, and the now canonical historical work of the United States by the same Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States: “Watergate had made both the FBI and the CIA look bad---breaking the laws they were sworn to uphold, cooperating with Nixon in his burglary jobs and illegal wiretapping. In 1975, congressional committees in the House [of Representatives] and Senate began investigations of both the FBI and CIA…It was also learned from the investigation that the CIA---with the collusion of a secret Committee of Forty headed by Henry Kissinger—had worked to ”destabilize” the Chilean government headed by Salvadore Allende , a Marxist who had been elected president in one of the rare free elections in Latin America.” (pp.554). For a more balanced view on the complicity of Kissinger and his role in U.S foreign policy, moreover his role in the death of Allende, see or read the acclaimed movie or book: The Trials Henry Kissinger.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
If I'm not here tomorrow don't feel sorrow
just carry on until the rise of the Sun on the morrow
tomorrow isn't promised to anybody everyday in Chicago you hear about another dead body
chalk in the street the whole family meets
at the funeral home a parent burying a child they may have raised all alone
It's like we try to raise kings without thrones or queens with overactive hormones
our children spend more time alone while their parents are away drinking death into a city it's like we constantly create our own committees of death and demons I mean this
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
These latencies
Of mine and yours,
At an mph speed,
Can only drag so much.
Up-and-coming causes
Of committees without agencies
Of time and power,
It unfolds precariously.
It struck me that
There's no best way
To micromanage or multitask,
I cannot prioritize a world,
The common ground beneath a porcelain vase.
So, I'm here to reason
In the hapless flow and fluid blast.
Oct 20, 2023
Oct 20, 2023 at 5:08 AM UTC
Everybody wants a slice of the cake
for gods sake
make a bigger cake
let's all have a bit of the pie.
We are being bought,being sold by the
men with the folders,
the bankers and committees
behind doors,
secret cities.
Everyone wants a slice of the cake.
The peasants and farmers
the suicidal
self harmers
the dopeheads and deadheads,
the student
the impudent
the clever
the daft
Crusoe built a raft and he's coming back for tea
the cake has to be bigger or we
will get
crumbs.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Speaker McCarthy? please
He has hoof and mouth disease
Because he ate the cheese
On those Bengazi Committees
As he went on to explain
It was all for political gain
To cause Hillary pain
And show her his distain
Now let me remind
The Speaker is third in line
For the presidency you’ll find
The Republicans must be blind
To think McCarthy a horse’s ***
Could ever be up to that task
In ignorance they bask
Could someone pass the flask
Granted he’s one of the boys
But that’s what most annoys
Given the syntax he employs
To the language he destroys
But if they think he’s okay
Then who am I to say
They should find a better way
And keep him at bay
It’s not hard to figure
Why the Republicans
Don ‘t get any bigger
They lack resolve and rigor
And the speaker that they pick
Will show us just how sick
That they can be real quick
Because they are that thick
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015, All rights reserved.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
.
(20 minute poetry)
What gives that we lack when we fall through the crack and I drop through the mirror again?
It must be he that I see stood back from the crack, the mirror just laughs or could that be me, each imperfection is magnified and the reflection dare I say it is sanctified or should that be mortified?
So I pick at it
kick at it
I am
altogether sick of it.
And if I squint at it or
add a tint or a hint of a smile to it,
It mocks me and
takes the mick'
It's level one,
out with the toe hold
and put a beveled edge
on it,
time to be bold.
Secret committees to squander,
the crack in which through falling I wander.
It doesn't make sense to me either
neither to you I suspect,
But
that's what gives when we
lack turn our back on the pack and introduce a joker to the deck.
So I pick at it
kick at it
I am
altogether sick of it.
And if I squint at it or
add a tint or a hint of a smile to it,
It mocks me and
takes the mick'
It's level one,
out with the toe hold
and put a beveled edge
on it,
time to be bold.
Secret committees to squander,
the crack in which through falling I wander.
It doesn't make sense to me either
neither to you I suspect,
But
that's what gives when we
lack turn our back on the pack and introduce a joker to the deck.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
They say the Spirit or Heaven
With it 8 Highest Committees
Is most fair
Having seen this in my own life
I vastly believe it to be true
We only create karma
When we fail to forgive
Granted some things seem
Truely unforgivable
But before you run off
Holding on to grudes
Screaming out your revenge
Remember that Heaven is most fair
And if you feel that
You shouldn't forgive
That's fine
But know that the ones who harmed you
Will not only walk in your shoes
But you will walk in theirs
Fully, truely and unaware of it
That's why I believe in excuses.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
Bodies going down in my city
Man I tell you it's ******
No lobbies or committees to combat
The epidemic of systemic genocide
Man I'm so tired
Of losing all my friends to dope
******* shoot it up
Snort it like coke
All up in their nose
If you're into popping pills
They got those too
***** lethal but it's legal
The government's got you boo
Get addicted want to quit it
hit the clinic get your fix in a minute
Heroin's a game
But only the pusha man is in it to win it
Cause the dope is slaying
Dealers don't give a **** about the implications
Of the drugs they slanging
Saying man come back I got more of that
Homie keep on banging
Family trees rearranging due to falling leaves
But as long as they stacking stacks
They'll perpetuate the perpetual disease
The illness is the illest
The realness is the realest
And if you feel this
Tell me what the deal is.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC
Saint Peter do you hear me when I'm prayin' ?
If so I hope you know that I ain't playin',
I swear to God I mean it when I'm sayin'
If there's no ******* in Heaven I ain't stayin' !!
I've lived long and now my hair's a grayin'
The Golden Rule I've always been obeyin'
From the straight and narrow I've never done much strayin'
But if there's no ******* in Heaven I ain't stayin' !
I look forward to the glory of the cities,
Put together by holy angelic committees
Singing praise and holy angelic ditties.
But I'll not see it if I don't see no *******
So Saint Peter please hear me when I'm sayin'
IF THERE'S NO ******* IN HEAVEN I AIN'T STAYIN' !!!!
Can I get an AMEN ?
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
Little men arguing in shabby rooms
Meetings, manifestos, revolvers, bombs
Informers, spies, social organization
Speeches, minutes, dues, What is to be Done?
The great cause of the Proletariat
Greetings from our good comrades in Smolensk
Nihilism, committees, secrecy
The thirst for culture is aristocratic
Nihilism is the only art of the people
Rumors, whispers, clandestine magazines
The unification of workers and peasants
Resolutions passed in the factory soviet
Clenched fists to reject the personal life
Electrification and equality
Cigarettes, ***** the people’s justice
Against the parasitical bourgeoisie
Solidarity to destroy the kulaks
His poetry reeks of sentimentality
Self-centered intellectual decadence
The people’s will for the people’s party
Education for the twentieth century
Lift high the red banner,
fill full the graves
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.
The Several Olympic Committees
Sewerage, filth, top-scum, toxins, debris
Deadly bacteria, openly-floating poo
The pollution of the ages flowing free –
(They say the River Seine’s in bad shape too)
Aug 2, 2024
Aug 2, 2024 at 10:43 AM UTC