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I was walking on the seashore when I heard a fearful cry I looked out across the water where a man was drifting by "You've got to help!" he shouted, "There's a lifebelt in your reach, "If you throw it to me quickly I'll get back onto the Beach!" I hastily began to do exactly as he said When a little word of warning made its way into my head. "You reckon this will help," I said, "that is what you believe, "But to trust short-term solutions here is hopelessly naive. "You think the belt will save you, and for now maybe it would "But to teach a faulty lesson here could do more harm than good "You want something for nothing and that just is not the way "In the sophisticated economic climate of today - "You need trade! You need trade, not aid "You need trade! I can't help until you've paid. "You say that you're in trouble and my help is all you need "But a culture of dependency is all that it would breed!" "What's wrong with you, you maniac?" he answered with a yell, "I'm drowning in the ocean and there's nothing here to sell! "We can talk about your theories when I'm back upon the shore "Now just throw the ****** life-belt out, I beg you, I implore! "You have it in your power and you know that if you can "You've a moral obligation to assist your fellow man!" I told him, "You are selfish! This is difficult for me, "D'you think a drowning person is a pleasant thing to see? "You shouldn't be in the water if you haven't learned to swim!" He said "You no-good lousy ******* it was you who pushed me in!" Well this kind of moral blackmail made me look at him, aghast And say, "There really is no virtue here in dwelling on the past, "You need trade! You need trade, not aid "You need trade! I can't help until you've paid. "You say that you're in trouble and my help is all you need "But a culture of dependency is all that it would breed!" "Don't be so pessimistic," I advised him, "you are rich! "The sea in which you're drowning must be lowping full of fish!" "If that's what you're relying on," he said, "to judge my wealth, "Then you know that I have nothing, 'cos you caught them all yourself!" I said, "Well, you can't argue with the laws of competition "You were wasting time by drowning when you should have been out fishin'!" When finally he died I said, "My brother, I will miss you, "But maybe more importantly, you've highlighted an issue: "Drowning is a problem, and believe me, now you're gone, "I'll be on the phone to Geldof, Ultravox and Elton John. "We'll organise a concert so that everyone can see "That drowning is a menace, we should make it history! "Using trade! Using trade, not aid, "Good, free trade, the grestest plan we've ever made, "You say that you're in trouble and my help is all you need, "But a culture of dependency's a rotten thing to breed!"
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Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 4:25 AM UTC
Trade Not Aid
I was walking on the seashore when I heard a fearful cry I looked out across the water where a man was drifting by "You've got to help!" he shouted, "There's a lifebelt in your reach, "If you throw it to me quickly I'll get back onto the Beach!" I hastily began to do exactly as he said When a little word of warning made its way into my head. "You reckon this will help," I said, "that is what you believe, "But to trust short-term solutions here is hopelessly naive. "You think the belt will save you, and for now maybe it would "But to teach a faulty lesson here could do more harm than good "You want something for nothing and that just is not the way "In the sophisticated economic climate of today - "You need trade! You need trade, not aid "You need trade! I can't help until you've paid. "You say that you're in trouble and my help is all you need "But a culture of dependency is all that it would breed!" "What's wrong with you, you maniac?" he answered with a yell, "I'm drowning in the ocean and there's nothing here to sell! "We can talk about your theories when I'm back upon the shore "Now just throw the ****** life-belt out, I beg you, I implore! "You have it in your power and you know that if you can "You've a moral obligation to assist your fellow man!" I told him, "You are selfish! This is difficult for me, "D'you think a drowning person is a pleasant thing to see? "You shouldn't be in the water if you haven't learned to swim!" He said "You no-good lousy ******* it was you who pushed me in!" Well this kind of moral blackmail made me look at him, aghast And say, "There really is no virtue here in dwelling on the past, "You need trade! You need trade, not aid "You need trade! I can't help until you've paid. "You say that you're in trouble and my help is all you need "But a culture of dependency is all that it would breed!" "Don't be so pessimistic," I advised him, "you are rich! "The sea in which you're drowning must be lowping full of fish!" "If that's what you're relying on," he said, "to judge my wealth, "Then you know that I have nothing, 'cos you caught them all yourself!" I said, "Well, you can't argue with the laws of competition "You were wasting time by drowning when you should have been out fishin'!" When finally he died I said, "My brother, I will miss you, "But maybe more importantly, you've highlighted an issue: "Drowning is a problem, and believe me, now you're gone, "I'll be on the phone to Geldof, Ultravox and Elton John. "We'll organise a concert so that everyone can see "That drowning is a menace, we should make it history! "Using trade! Using trade, not aid, "Good, free trade, the grestest plan we've ever made, "You say that you're in trouble and my help is all you need, "But a culture of dependency's a rotten thing to breed!"
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Build an idea, Organise your mess, Recognise your strengths, Elevate your soul searching, Denature negative thoughts. Only allow great ideas, Mimic the best person you can be.
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
Acrostic...boredom
Born with a better life Formed with a rugged line Caught in a muddy mind Inner war in full force Empty shores Grains are coarse Brain is worn from the thought Of the cause And the flaws In the bottled up troubled times... Keep that light in sight though Eyes open wide, So you can brave the flow so You can find all the times To unwind Organise And refine How you fight Home Made choke holds Feels like I'm courting A black hole I'm forming Distorting rewarding Thoughts formed flip to morbid 'It's just a bad day not a bad life' Ever had a day that lasts a life time? Guess I'll be right in the mourning What sort of a mess is this Formed full of emptiness Scorn for my premises Thinner walls Creaking floors Feeling worn Sleeping more Brain is worn from the thought Of the cause And the flaws I have bottled in hesitance Keep that light in sight though Eyes open wide, So you can brave the flow so You can find all the times To unwind Organise And refine How you fight Home Made choke holds Start with absorbing The wellness from talking Succoring the morbid Thoughts formed flip to glory 'This is a good day not a bad life' Ever want a day to last a life time? Might just be right in the morning
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Oct 29, 2022
Oct 29, 2022 at 8:19 AM UTC
(Over)whelmed
Life can be hard when your thoughts are messier than your bed could ever be. Sentences, phrases, words, anything just racing around my mind. Sometime I can sort them, catagorise them in a way that makes them easier to perceive. But sometimes, that's not the case. They twist and manipulate as if my mind is a kaleidoscope and every new thought just adds another fragment to the broken picture inside my head. Maybe it would help to understand, or maybe it would just add to the confusion. I wish I understood why my mind works like this, in these confusing an mysterious ways. Perhaps one day I'll understand why they behave this way, but for now I'll continue trying to organise my racing thoughts.
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Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
Thoughts & Kaleidoscopes
Thank you. I have no place to stay. I need to regroup; to organise my life. I really appreciate this. **** you. I feel humiliated. I need to be independant; to stand on my own. I feel really ashamed. Thank you. I am learning to be humble. I need to shed my pride; to lessen my arrogance. I accept this humiliation, on the road to humility.
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Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
One More Humiliation on the Road to Humility
Her hands were busy making coffee The cafe her home as much as her work place Idle hands is a disastrous plan Time unproductive is time wasted This much, she understands She is ever efficient in the kitchen Wash, dry, put away, organise A worker's favourite routine memorised Her hands are making coffee for a patron They take the coffee without saying hi The honest hard work of the waitress   Gets ignored time after time
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Sep 21, 2021
Sep 21, 2021 at 10:21 PM UTC
The Waitress
Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar moll: You dare say you're going to organise a petition to evict us, aha, who do you think the ****** country belongs to? ME : you are a bare-faced thief, how can you steep so low as to burgle your neighbour, after all we've done for you and your lot. From you moed in over three years ago, there's been over twenty burglaries on the Estate. Police always at your door, your husband always in prison. I don't understand what you mean by Country belonging, what do you mean. Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll: I know I am not black and you can't do anything to evict us. Just watch yourself, you're going to be taught a lesson, you wait and see. ME : Yeah! you're going to send your hoods round to beat me up or maybe steal my four wheels like you did before, what are you gonna do, **** me! I have done nothing wrong, I am not a ****** thief! Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Ah! just you wait, just you wait and see. We are going to do your head in, chuck mud at you, you ****** fool. we will hound you even into the hole of any woman, we will put ants in your head, we will drive you paranoid, you black man! ME : I am not scared of you, let me tell you that, a thief, a drunkard, a scrounger and a Racist, what a lovely human being you are. I am going to report you. Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Haha..and I am going to steal the match on you, you don't know what you and your wife are in for, we are sorting you out, sunshine! ME : You don't need to steal a match, I'll gladly give you matches to light yourself up, I hope you and your thieving gang go up in flames! Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar : Say goodbye to your life man, nothing is ever going to be the same anymore. You will never be able to trust anyone again from now on..haha! ME : How rich, a bare-faced crook talking about trust, what do you know about trust, I am not a thief and as you ****** know I live a lawful and blameless life, so carry your ****** threats and go stuff it. You do not frighten me one bit, you're a mean and racist crook! Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Somebody is in for the jump and its not me. Soon, somebody will wish they were dead and it's not me either, that's all I'm saying, man! ME : Yeah, go get your gang, come and **** me, you can see I am shaking and trembling already. Hopefully, we all on this Estate will be rid of you and all the undesirables you bring here, we are fed up of you all! Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Ha..! all I'm saying is, Bye bye Blackbird, bye-bye Blackbird....haha, Gangster departs singing, Bye-bye Blackbird, bye-bye Blackbird....hahaha...hahaha,,bye-bye Blackbird....!!!
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
Bye-bye Blackbird..........!
Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar moll: You dare say you're going to organise a petition to evict us, aha, who do you think the ****** country belongs to? ME : you are a bare-faced thief, how can you steep so low as to burgle your neighbour, after all we've done for you and your lot. From you moed in over three years ago, there's been over twenty burglaries on the Estate. Police always at your door, your husband always in prison. I don't understand what you mean by Country belonging, what do you mean. Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll: I know I am not black and you can't do anything to evict us. Just watch yourself, you're going to be taught a lesson, you wait and see. ME : Yeah! you're going to send your hoods round to beat me up or maybe steal my four wheels like you did before, what are you gonna do, **** me! I have done nothing wrong, I am not a ****** thief! Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Ah! just you wait, just you wait and see. We are going to do your head in, chuck mud at you, you ****** fool. we will hound you even into the hole of any woman, we will put ants in your head, we will drive you paranoid, you black man! ME : I am not scared of you, let me tell you that, a thief, a drunkard, a scrounger and a Racist, what a lovely human being you are. I am going to report you. Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Haha..and I am going to steal the match on you, you don't know what you and your wife are in for, we are sorting you out, sunshine! ME : You don't need to steal a match, I'll gladly give you matches to light yourself up, I hope you and your thieving gang go up in flames! Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar : Say goodbye to your life man, nothing is ever going to be the same anymore. You will never be able to trust anyone again from now on..haha! ME : How rich, a bare-faced crook talking about trust, what do you know about trust, I am not a thief and as you ****** know I live a lawful and blameless life, so carry your ****** threats and go stuff it. You do not frighten me one bit, you're a mean and racist crook! Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Somebody is in for the jump and its not me. Soon, somebody will wish they were dead and it's not me either, that's all I'm saying, man! ME : Yeah, go get your gang, come and **** me, you can see I am shaking and trembling already. Hopefully, we all on this Estate will be rid of you and all the undesirables you bring here, we are fed up of you all! Chris Macaffarty thief & Gangstar Moll : Ha..! all I'm saying is, Bye bye Blackbird, bye-bye Blackbird....haha, Gangster departs singing, Bye-bye Blackbird, bye-bye Blackbird....hahaha...hahaha,,bye-bye Blackbird....!!!
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Lurking near the brown ***** river a soulless beast with hollow heart. Its contaminated red and blue blood is directed by its masters flowchart. The Westmonster's hearing is defunct it can not detect the public frequency. Tuned in only to enormous corporations attracted to the stench of their currency. The one eye of the beast is almost blind its corporate master must lead the way. Feeding off the labour of honest souls discriminately choosing its next prey. We, the slaves of this twisted deformity must rise up against it and its master. But for now we should just organise and wait for the next financial disaster. So prepare yourselves and ready others we strike at the next financial downturn. How we will rejoice when we slay the beast as we sing "BURN PARLIAMENT BURN!"
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 4:25 AM UTC
THE WESTMONSTER.
~ As I tidy, I organise time in little pill-pockets, sweep debris from sills and tables. I dice their cravings and fancies into some sort of meal, and wash nine hours of lines trod and toed from my clothes, ready for morning. These things make me feel needed, and I resent them as though they are chains. Do you draw me as selfish? ~ As I rest, I see my oldest cup with my keys; my coat and cleaned-boots left by the radiator gathering heat, and I wrap myself in a patchwork of dreams. I catch a wink - my favourite colours - beaded from the heartbreak-dark of a room. These things make me feel loved, and I breathe them as though they are air. Do you draw me as ungrateful? ~ As I watch, I turn my reflection this way, that way, pile ink-hair on her crown. I imagine my burgundy dress fall over her hips to the floor - reveal to my mind the vanity of sheer-stockings and dark eyelash-lace on porcelain skin. These things make me feel beautiful, and I miss them as though they are dead. Do you draw me as shallow? ~
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 8:37 AM UTC
Night, how do you draw me?
Pick me up In pieces Organise my every scrape Across your bathroom floor And clean me Wash off all my imperfections Rinse away my every fear Then warm me up on love And lay me in your bed Guard over me tonight As I fall asleep to the sound Of your lips Whispering sweet kisses To my healing skin Make me forget I even Wanted to take care of myself
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
Take care of me
the kookaburra's shuffle, along the power lines like, wing-ed music, they organise and reorganise the day's riff. darting down, to pick a lizard morsel from the earth, recalibrates, the sound of maniacal mirth. shuffle down, shuffle down, hop across, and shuffle up swoop away, fly on in. all, accompanied by raucuos din. then they settle and they doze beady eyes open in repose. a pause in the clamour of the day's beat.
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
riff
Your mother died of old age? Organise a party. Politicians won't listen? Your acoustic guitar might. A girl walks up to a boy in the playground and calls him a **** then kicks him. Concentrate on erasing those melodramatic close-up shots from the safety of your own home. Cut paper with scissors. Try to beat that personal best of thirty-one lines of ******* in just one night. One man drives one tied up girl to a petrol station and peruses over one Mars bar or one Galaxy. Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris. People choose to ignore a scream. It is only a whisper that fuels their curiosity.
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
And It's Okay To Eat Fish Because They Don't Have Any Feelings
Consider this world and also our place in it and know that time passes by every minute. Consider those ***** living and also the dead and know of the ways people earn their bread. We consider many things but few are of real importance and know that all those which are not are in abundance. In consideration of this what can anyone do? but live one’s life in a way which is true. Consider the flowers in the garden and the colours they show and know that with tender loving care from a seed they grow. Consider all the children somewhere and watch them play and know that with laughter and fun most pass the day. Consider the things which are false and those which are true and know how each one can and does affect all that we do. In consideration of this what can we all do? but try and live in a way which is just true. Consider the march of the spirit of progress and the direction we’re all going and know that every so often we must turn around and look back knowing. Consider that which we all know and also that which we do not and know it’s but knowledge and ignorance that make up the lot. Consider the beginning and that of the very end and know it’s terrible to get there without a friend. In consideration of this what can one do? but go through life with a friend who’s true. Consider about each day and then also about each night and know that without them there’s no darkness or light. Consider the sunshine and also the shade and know that with them each day is made. Consider the evening and also the time we sleep and know that because of them the night is deep. In consideration of this what is there to do? but live one day at a time and remember too. Consider that which seems right and also what appears wrong and know that they are both attributes of the weak and strong. Consider the past and the future and of course the present and know that all life relates to them and is not an accident. Consider the labour with the crops and also the extent of the field and know that with care and nature’s help a rich harvest will yield. In consideration of this what is there one must do? but only the best that one can so as to get through. Consider what people give and also what they do take and know that between them both much trouble make. Consider all that which brings sorrow and all that brings joy and know that both in life are really like an inevitable decoy. Consider the things we believe in and those worthy to fight for and know that there are some things in life people die or **** for. In consideration of this whatever we all say and do should be in harmony with life which considers us too. Consider the reality of God and the mysteries of Divine grace and love and know that without them from certain things we couldn’t rise above. Consider the relationships of people as that of husband and wife and know that around them we build society and organise our life. Consider what people need apart from their desires and obsessions and know that of things acquired many are unnecessary possessions. In consideration of this it’s fairly obvious to say that most of us have a lot and give so little away. Consider our obligations to each other and individual human rights and know that it’s neglect and selfishness which start all the fights. Consider the alternative to any situation we may now find ourselves in and know that through adversity and struggle we can succeed and win. Consider the time it takes to go somewhere and then again to return and know that it’s the distance between them we must cover to learn. In consideration of this we’ll need all the help we can get and be willing to act on advice which will cause no regret. ________________________________________________
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Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 8:40 AM UTC
Some Considerations
Consider this world and also our place in it and know that time passes by every minute. Consider those ***** living and also the dead and know of the ways people earn their bread. We consider many things but few are of real importance and know that all those which are not are in abundance. In consideration of this what can anyone do? but live one’s life in a way which is true. Consider the flowers in the garden and the colours they show and know that with tender loving care from a seed they grow. Consider all the children somewhere and watch them play and know that with laughter and fun most pass the day. Consider the things which are false and those which are true and know how each one can and does affect all that we do. In consideration of this what can we all do? but try and live in a way which is just true. Consider the march of the spirit of progress and the direction we’re all going and know that every so often we must turn around and look back knowing. Consider that which we all know and also that which we do not and know it’s but knowledge and ignorance that make up the lot. Consider the beginning and that of the very end and know it’s terrible to get there without a friend. In consideration of this what can one do? but go through life with a friend who’s true. Consider about each day and then also about each night and know that without them there’s no darkness or light. Consider the sunshine and also the shade and know that with them each day is made. Consider the evening and also the time we sleep and know that because of them the night is deep. In consideration of this what is there to do? but live one day at a time and remember too. Consider that which seems right and also what appears wrong and know that they are both attributes of the weak and strong. Consider the past and the future and of course the present and know that all life relates to them and is not an accident. Consider the labour with the crops and also the extent of the field and know that with care and nature’s help a rich harvest will yield. In consideration of this what is there one must do? but only the best that one can so as to get through. Consider what people give and also what they do take and know that between them both much trouble make. Consider all that which brings sorrow and all that brings joy and know that both in life are really like an inevitable decoy. Consider the things we believe in and those worthy to fight for and know that there are some things in life people die or **** for. In consideration of this whatever we all say and do should be in harmony with life which considers us too. Consider the reality of God and the mysteries of Divine grace and love and know that without them from certain things we couldn’t rise above. Consider the relationships of people as that of husband and wife and know that around them we build society and organise our life. Consider what people need apart from their desires and obsessions and know that of things acquired many are unnecessary possessions. In consideration of this it’s fairly obvious to say that most of us have a lot and give so little away. Consider our obligations to each other and individual human rights and know that it’s neglect and selfishness which start all the fights. Consider the alternative to any situation we may now find ourselves in and know that through adversity and struggle we can succeed and win. Consider the time it takes to go somewhere and then again to return and know that it’s the distance between them we must cover to learn. In consideration of this we’ll need all the help we can get and be willing to act on advice which will cause no regret. ________________________________________________
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Sometimes I Write, To Organise My Thoughts.
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
Writing [7w]
Snoozing quietly on a sunny day, with eyes half closed, breathing relaxed, listening to the sounds the sun brings out. Children screaming with play, lawn mowers cutting, bees buzzing and singing birds. Languidly lost in time bemused at the thoughts running free in my mind. I start to muse on ridiculous things: Why liquid soap? Why a date of birth but no date of death? (That would be helpful like a use by date on food, fit in that bucket list or miss your deadline) Why do ice lollies only come in packs of three like condoms? Why are children so ultimately free? Why does the sun make us feel so safe? Why does road rage come out in the sun? Why do we insist on eating burnt carcasses and underdone chicken? At barbecues that take forever to organise with people you'd rather flail alive?
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
Musings on a sunny day.
As by magic she did appear Laughing freely with voice and eyes Instantly the puzzle was clear Neatly the pieces organise, A perfect picture full of cheer
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 1:34 PM UTC
Acrostic for Alina
Although I’ve tried hard to forget I’ll always remember With all its glaring effervescence my first ever sleepover With my friend who was afraid of the dark and as she hung the walls of the night With lamp light that squabbled with Sleep over my No-Mans-Land eyelids. I wondered how you could fear something that wasn’t even a something But a lack of something. Now I read the weather forecast In the horoscope of Orion’s belt I wonder why we were so afraid Of a world of muted colours. Like Light was an absent parent That returned sporadically and left an aftertaste with each visit And blew cigarette smoke in our faces. Like Light was a worn-out lover too painful to label as X Around whom we’d begun to orbit and organise our lives. I stand in the dark we’re all afraid of and wonder if perhaps The night is not lonely or cruel but simply wants to kiss the stars.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
Streetlamp Sonnet
work joan barimaster, is having a hard week where she has 14 catering jobs and an annoying son, you see robert was saying, i will be famous, i want to be a famous person, but joan was getting tired of this and had to ring up diswork, which was a workplace that gave people like robert a chance to work in the community and when joan tried to explain it to robert, robert would say, i want to help you, mummy i want to help you mummy, but joan wanted to have some peace and getting robert into a job like this will be perfect, you see joan told the boss, she has every faith in robert to do this work, and the boss said how about we start robert next Monday, he can join our building site team, it might be up his alley and after we finish, we will keep him with us, until you are ready to pick him up, and joan said, will he get bored ya know, if you finish early, so to speak and the boss said, no, we will make sure we are really nice to him and robert said, no, mum, i wanna help you, i don’t want to work with other people with my abilit, i have the ability to help you, please mum, can you help me, and joan said, let’s go home, you see i have a busy life and i need some time to myself, so you must do this thing for me and then robert really yelled at joan saying what if it’s not the type of job that i want, what if, working with you, makes me feel happy, you know, you shouldn’t ***** with things that work, and joan said, you only got that off becker, ok, i need you to do this work so i can organise my business, ok, you can still help, but i need most mornings just to organise myself and robert said what will i do, ands joan said, just work in the community, which is ****** important, and whilst doing that, i will organise all my jobs, and robert said, you just want me to find a girlfriend, so you can walk me down the aisle and we can invite the whole family to welcome my new lady love to the family and joan said yeah, but i also need some time to myself, i am getting old and i can’t have you under my feet in the morning joan said, and on that monday morning, robert started work, and he worked very hard but he refused to wear a helmet on site, and there was a bit of friction between him and his boss, but that blew over in 20 minutes after realising it’s dangerous to work without a helmet and robert was the hardest worker there, but the boss, thought he worked so hard that, the boss wanted him to work at the new homeless shelter, run by the city’s community centre, and robert was delighted, especially after he told his mum, saying, he will be working as part of a homeless shelter, how cools that, he understood, and at the end of the day when joan picked up robert, the boss told joan all about how hard robert worked and also told that he wants robert to take part in a homeless person project which robert was happy with, and joan said to robert, are you sure you want to do this, and robert said, yeah yeah please mummy yeah and the next few days robert has been going to bed and getting up for work, going to bed and getting up for work, day in and day out and robert was getting tired from this work, too tired to go to her mums catering job, but he had to, and slept on the couch in the den, mind you this was the best thing for robert and at the end of robert’s first week at work, joan and robert had dinner in the club, and robert was tired and took his medication and went to bed
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
mother and son other way round part 2
work joan barimaster, is having a hard week where she has 14 catering jobs and an annoying son, you see robert was saying, i will be famous, i want to be a famous person, but joan was getting tired of this and had to ring up diswork, which was a workplace that gave people like robert a chance to work in the community and when joan tried to explain it to robert, robert would say, i want to help you, mummy i want to help you mummy, but joan wanted to have some peace and getting robert into a job like this will be perfect, you see joan told the boss, she has every faith in robert to do this work, and the boss said how about we start robert next Monday, he can join our building site team, it might be up his alley and after we finish, we will keep him with us, until you are ready to pick him up, and joan said, will he get bored ya know, if you finish early, so to speak and the boss said, no, we will make sure we are really nice to him and robert said, no, mum, i wanna help you, i don’t want to work with other people with my abilit, i have the ability to help you, please mum, can you help me, and joan said, let’s go home, you see i have a busy life and i need some time to myself, so you must do this thing for me and then robert really yelled at joan saying what if it’s not the type of job that i want, what if, working with you, makes me feel happy, you know, you shouldn’t ***** with things that work, and joan said, you only got that off becker, ok, i need you to do this work so i can organise my business, ok, you can still help, but i need most mornings just to organise myself and robert said what will i do, ands joan said, just work in the community, which is ****** important, and whilst doing that, i will organise all my jobs, and robert said, you just want me to find a girlfriend, so you can walk me down the aisle and we can invite the whole family to welcome my new lady love to the family and joan said yeah, but i also need some time to myself, i am getting old and i can’t have you under my feet in the morning joan said, and on that monday morning, robert started work, and he worked very hard but he refused to wear a helmet on site, and there was a bit of friction between him and his boss, but that blew over in 20 minutes after realising it’s dangerous to work without a helmet and robert was the hardest worker there, but the boss, thought he worked so hard that, the boss wanted him to work at the new homeless shelter, run by the city’s community centre, and robert was delighted, especially after he told his mum, saying, he will be working as part of a homeless shelter, how cools that, he understood, and at the end of the day when joan picked up robert, the boss told joan all about how hard robert worked and also told that he wants robert to take part in a homeless person project which robert was happy with, and joan said to robert, are you sure you want to do this, and robert said, yeah yeah please mummy yeah and the next few days robert has been going to bed and getting up for work, going to bed and getting up for work, day in and day out and robert was getting tired from this work, too tired to go to her mums catering job, but he had to, and slept on the couch in the den, mind you this was the best thing for robert and at the end of robert’s first week at work, joan and robert had dinner in the club, and robert was tired and took his medication and went to bed
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I’m sorry, Sir, I know you said I had to write out 50 times “I must improve” - but 50 times a different thought came to my mind i must look after myself properly i must eat more i must drink less i must make time for myself i must get the test i must organise the divorce i must sort out my job i must sort out my head i must get the car serviced i must tidy this ******* place up i must give up the **** i must phone my friends more often i must become a better person i must take control of my life i must find a therapist i must hoover i must grow up i must calm down i must sing more i must accept myself i must finish that poem i must challenge ‘must’ i must find a new balance i must raise my self-esteem i must put on weight i must get to bed earlier i must return those calls i must take up meditation again i must get to the bottom of this paperwork i must ease off the whisky i must read more classics i must remember how to feel good about myself i must print those t-shirts i keep talking about i must feed the fish i must organise my finances i must rearrange the living room i must look into a mortgage i must pray to the god of small things i must hold good people close to me i must burn out my cynicism i must stop spending more than i earn i must stop pushing people away i must stop feeling icky about her past i must stop being a drama queen i must stop beating myself up i must stop putting it off i must stop going through the motions i must stop looking for the answer in others i must, i must, i must stop substituting poetry for action
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 3:43 AM UTC
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I’m sorry, Sir, I know you said I had to write out 50 times “I must improve” - but 50 times a different thought came to my mind i must look after myself properly i must eat more i must drink less i must make time for myself i must get the test i must organise the divorce i must sort out my job i must sort out my head i must get the car serviced i must tidy this ******* place up i must give up the **** i must phone my friends more often i must become a better person i must take control of my life i must find a therapist i must hoover i must grow up i must calm down i must sing more i must accept myself i must finish that poem i must challenge ‘must’ i must find a new balance i must raise my self-esteem i must put on weight i must get to bed earlier i must return those calls i must take up meditation again i must get to the bottom of this paperwork i must ease off the whisky i must read more classics i must remember how to feel good about myself i must print those t-shirts i keep talking about i must feed the fish i must organise my finances i must rearrange the living room i must look into a mortgage i must pray to the god of small things i must hold good people close to me i must burn out my cynicism i must stop spending more than i earn i must stop pushing people away i must stop feeling icky about her past i must stop being a drama queen i must stop beating myself up i must stop putting it off i must stop going through the motions i must stop looking for the answer in others i must, i must, i must stop substituting poetry for action
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Are you a male or a female? Farm Boy Describe yourself: The Milkman of Human Kindness How do you feel? A Change is Gonna Come Describe where you currently live: Island of No Return If you could go anywhere, where would you go: A New England Your favourite form of transportation: My Flying Saucer What’s the weather like: Same again Favourite time of day: When the roses bloom again Your relationships: The warmest room Your fear: Right wing rant What is the best advice you have to give:   Don't mourn, organise If you could change your name, you would change it to: Danny Rose My soul’s present condition: Accident waiting to happen
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Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 5:51 AM UTC
My Life According to Billy Bragg
Who has stolen the puffs of smoke, That earlier arose form my lungs? For just a moment I saw them, Then gone. And now far above, In a disloyal sky, Glimpse their shape before they're hidden again. Strewn around in a disorderly manner, Your lack of pattern confuses, I cannot decode you. Organise yourselves into a system that may be understood. Do so now, my lost little plumes, Then I can read and re-claim you as my own. The cooled breath of my winter morning weighs heavily upon the daytime's sky. I am sorry that i breathed. Next time will be different. Watch the winter heights confusing themselves with my puffs. As snow and cloud fuse, Think of the Sun and await His great returning to the land of your birth. And the happy days when the puffs are lit by His will, Taking up new shapes, Like the masters of dance that they are. My winter does come to a close.
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Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 4:54 AM UTC
The puffs of the lungs.
I feel it creeping, Crawling across my chest. Pick up speed as it spreads up my neck. Temperatures rising, My skin starts burning. I don't need to look I know exactly what is happening. My rashes are back again. I can't hide from the truths of Chronic Urticaria, Raw emotions it carefully paints, Sketching along my skin. Five minutes in to a Thirty minute consultation. My emotions churning around in my head, My heart pumping. Uneasiness shooting fire through my veins, Pain trying to escape, It needs to find a way out; My skin bright red, Eyes glazed over filled with tears. Unhappiness the forefront of my fears. I told him, give me a pen and paper And I could tell you my whole life's story, But apparently what i need Is some Talking Therapy. Thirty minutes, me, a phone and a complete stranger. My worst nightmare. Trying to make sense of my mound of messy thoughts, He tells me he finds the notes he's read from my last consultation; My first consultation, Hard to understand. To make head and tails of it. Ha! Try being me. My past, my difficulties, my insecurities, My many many losses, He can see my life's not been a breeze. He needs to help me organise my memories. Say's he understands that I'm struggling, How the current position I'm in is Causing so much internal suffering. He wants to help; To fix me. I guess it's time to admit i am broken. Finish the conversation, I'm left as a quivering, emotional mess. Tears streaming down my face and My body covered in deep red. Pain etched across my skin for all to see. I accept, it's time we tried to fix me. © Karen L Hamilton, 2015
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
Bright Red for All to See
I feel it creeping, Crawling across my chest. Pick up speed as it spreads up my neck. Temperatures rising, My skin starts burning. I don't need to look I know exactly what is happening. My rashes are back again. I can't hide from the truths of Chronic Urticaria, Raw emotions it carefully paints, Sketching along my skin. Five minutes in to a Thirty minute consultation. My emotions churning around in my head, My heart pumping. Uneasiness shooting fire through my veins, Pain trying to escape, It needs to find a way out; My skin bright red, Eyes glazed over filled with tears. Unhappiness the forefront of my fears. I told him, give me a pen and paper And I could tell you my whole life's story, But apparently what i need Is some Talking Therapy. Thirty minutes, me, a phone and a complete stranger. My worst nightmare. Trying to make sense of my mound of messy thoughts, He tells me he finds the notes he's read from my last consultation; My first consultation, Hard to understand. To make head and tails of it. Ha! Try being me. My past, my difficulties, my insecurities, My many many losses, He can see my life's not been a breeze. He needs to help me organise my memories. Say's he understands that I'm struggling, How the current position I'm in is Causing so much internal suffering. He wants to help; To fix me. I guess it's time to admit i am broken. Finish the conversation, I'm left as a quivering, emotional mess. Tears streaming down my face and My body covered in deep red. Pain etched across my skin for all to see. I accept, it's time we tried to fix me. © Karen L Hamilton, 2015
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*why should there be a medical diagnosis of pronoun use, when the pronoun they is treated as show-off problematic and paranoiac naturally, to ease the conversation?* the day when the tetra gram ah tonne met the compass of the crux and turned the sacred YHWH into N.E.W.S. - to make it easier, the crucifix, an abstracted square - collapsed - they are indeed shoving ***** at as, with prayers at the Hagia Sophia, they're shovelling ***** at us, because they're realising that the power they claim to have is ineffective, hence their need for religious topics to organise legions, to utilise religion is to finalise political ineffectiveness; political apathy breeds religiosity and attachment to symbolism rather than geometry.
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
Bermuda