"shekel" poems
Why don't more Aussies go and give blood
It's all very easy there's never a flood
Of life giving fluid always it's short
And as all will know life can't be bought
In other parts of the world to-day
There are some folk who bleed for their pay
It's got to be much better our way
So let's keep it free forever to stay
A pint's all you give for some poor ill soul
The feeling you get is like kicking a goal
They'll test you too for all manner of sin
And that too is free each way it's a win
When all is done you'll lie around for a while
With biscuits and tea fruit juice and a smile
A stick you'll get to whack on your car
A white bandage too to show what you are
A donor of blood it's said you are special
To give of yourself and not take a shekel
Pleased be with yourself and all will admire
The giver of blood let no life expire
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
Are not thou supremely good and wise,
Imparting these prodigious gifts - not in vain,
What wonders are reserved inside the breadcrumbs reign?
Amidst the breadcrumbs - the arguments have shown
Such truth’s only given to guide us all home.
Your visions’ mildness I shall not condemn,
Taking up my pen to force your diadem.
'Tis true, Q grants the people what most they crave,
Even more perhaps - than mortals ought to save -
For lavish grants suppose the monarchs were all tamed
With more than goodness than my wit can proclaim.
But when should good people strive their bonds to break?
If not when evil tyrants are negligent or weak?
Let Q give on till he can give no more,
‘Lest we find ourselves homeless and poor -
And to every shekel which Q can retrieve,
Shall it cost a limb, a choice - or a prerogative?
To supply new plots, shall be not my core,
Nor to plunge us deep in some expensive war,
Which, our treasures were never meant to supply,
We must, with our remaining kinship, refuse to buy.
Oh faithful friends forget our jealousies and fears
Call on each other to solve the issues, don’t rejoice in tears.
Whom amongst us, when our aid is torn,
Shall be left naked and left to public scorn?
Are we not the next successor, whom we fear and hate -
If we allow these obnoxious leaders of state
To turn all virtue into nigh and overthrow
And denounce all righteousness both good and foe?
Q’s right, they fight for sums of personal gold,
The collateral is all of us to be pawned and sold -
Like sheep to the slaughter, Where We Go One We Go All.
They corrupt their titles into law,
If not, we the people have the right to reign supreme.
We did not make them the kings, these kings are made by them -
An empire has no power unless that empire has trust -
And without trust, it can no longer be just.
Take them all down for the general good redesigned,
In their own wrong any nation cannot be defined.
In altering that, we the people can be relieved,
Better the evil ones suffer, than all nations grieve.
We all know their evilness their sins they chose,
God was their king, and God they durst depose.
Call now on your own piety, your spiritual, filial name,
It is our right, to be fearless and let us build our own futures’ flame.
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
OVI ODIETE'S 'GO WITH' SERIES
READ THE PARABLE
OF THE PRODIGAL SON
Luke 15:11-32
A great landowner had two sons
The Elder was quite "good"
The younger was a wayward type
Did not do as he should
He was bold as brass and worse
He caused his father strife
He wanted his inheritance
To lead a sinful life
His father granted him his wish
And so off he went
To the brothels and the ***** Dens
As was his sensual bent
After he had wasted his last dime
(Or Shekel in those days)
He lived in a pig pen
Due to his Wayward ways
He knew his father's laborers
Did not suffer lack
He wanted to join them then
He wanted to go back
So he returned over the hill
And was yet far away
His father ran to his young son
Fell on his neck that day!
Put a mantle on his shoulders
And a ring upon his hand
"Let us Feast on fatted calf!"
This was his command
The Elder son returned from field
And saw the merry feast
He would not go in to it
Was not happy in the least!
"Why do you greet that silly fool!"
Angrily he spoke
"you give him the fatted calf!
I don't even rate a goat!"
"Your brother was a lost one
He knew not the way
You have been trustworthy
Each and every day.
Why are you now so angry?
How is it you don't see?
Your brother was a slave to sin
**and now he's finally free!**
The father was so like our Father
Finding mercy. Is it odd?
He wants us to come on home
*Come home and
GO WITH GOD!*
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/29/2016
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
Gradually,
Nature’s torrents breaks
unity’s deadlock.
There is the answer to those
Who wonder why star-crossed lovers
Could be put asunder.
Or does the Sailor
hold the raft,
Sail the ship
While also tending to the cabin guests?
So are the spirits of Selfish souls
On merry waters.
You,
Who lack the depth
Of understanding,
May plunder into this sea
Of my wise sayings --
Of the walls of the loft
Are many palms, the sweaty hands,
A frail man, a building fest
With display of sand.
The Western Cent,
And the Middle-Eastern Shekel,
Could still be spent by
A pilgrim in Israel.
But if a man hadn’t helped another
It would not have been so.
But the cradle shared of
The Cent to the Shekel,
And of star-crossed lovers,
Or the unselfish souls
Who didn’t become ocean surfers?
Is love -
One of many wonders.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
6 a.m di Surabaya - 1 a.m di Gaza
Saat bangun tidur badanku terasa lemas.
Masih terlalu pagi aku masih ingin berbaring di kasur.
Sambil kubuka akun X orang orang Gaza yang kukenal.
Tapi hanya akun Omar yang tampak aktif.
Memposting apapun yang sedang dia alami.
Omar mengeluh susah tidur.
Kedinginan berselimut kain tipis usang.
Banyak nyamuk masuk ke tendanya.
Sementara di luar suara zanana mengganggu.
Diselingi ledakan bombardir pesawat jet.
10 a.m di Surabaya - 05 a.m di Gaza
Aku bosan menunggu antrian bank yang ramai.
Sambil menunggu sepi kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Dia mengeluh melihat banyak belatung.
Merubung sisa tepungnya yang hampir kadaluwarsa.
Dia tak bisa lagi membuat roti.
11 a.m di Surabaya - 06 a.m di Gaza
Aku menunggu ojek online di tepi jalan.
Sambil merokok kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Dia mengeluh kehabisan sabun dan shampo.
Sementara air untuk mandi dan mencuci.
Hanya tersisa setengah ember.
01 p.m di Surabaya - 08 a.m di Gaza
Aku sedang makan siang di Peneleh.
Makan pecel sambil kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Dia mengeluh saat mengantri di toko.
Menghabiskan waktu dan tenaga.
Berdesak desakan hanya untuk sekantung roti.
04 p.m di Surabaya - 11 a.m di Gaza
Saat sore aku nongkrong di Wonokromo.
Minum kopi sambil kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Dia mengeluh setelah belanja di pasar.
Bawang , tomat , terong , kentang dan cabai.
Harganya semakin naik tak terjangkau.
06 p.m di Surabaya - 01 p.m di Gaza
Aku sedang duduk di beranda masjid.
Menunggu isya sambil kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Dia mengeluh setelah berjalan jauh.
Merasakan kepanasan dan kelelahan.
Hanya untuk mengecas ponselnya di solar panel dekat pantai.
08 p.m di Surabaya - 03 p.m di Gaza
Aku masih makan malam di Tunjungan.
Makan rawon sambil kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Ternyata di Gaza sedang hujan deras.
Omar mengeluh setelah tendanya kebanjiran.
Barang barangnya basah terkena air hujan.
09. p.m di Surabaya - 04 p.m di Gaza
Temanku mengajak minum kopi di kafe.
Minum cappucino sambil kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Dia mengeluh sudah lama tidak makan ayam.
Yang bisa dia lakukan hanyalah menggambar ayam.
Lalu menaruhnya di atas piring kosong.
10 p.m di Surabaya - 5 p.m di Gaza
Aku sedang menonton sepakbola.
Saat jeda kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Dia mengeluh setelah memeriksa Gofundme.
Hampir seminggu tak mendapat donasi.
Sementara uangnya hanya tersisa puluhan shekel.
01 a.m di Surabaya - 08 p.m di Gaza
Tengah malam aku bersiap tidur.
Sambil berbaring di kasur kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Ternyata pemukiman dekat tendanya baru saja dibombardir.
Omar mengeluh setelah kelelahan membantu evakuasi.
Dia hampir muntah melihat serpihan tubuh berlumuran darah.
03. a.m di Surabaya - 10 p.m di Gaza
Aku merasa kesulitan tidur.
Sambil mendengarkan musik kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Ternyata dia masih tetap mengeluh.
Merasa lelah terus menerus mengeluh.
Terlalu banyak keluhan hingga kelelahan mengeluh.
Aku juga lelah melihat Omar terus mengeluh.
Tapi orang yang menderita memang harus mengeluh.
Hanya mayat yang tak bisa lagi mengeluh.
Mayat tak merasakan penderitaan untuk dikeluhkan.
Daripada menjadi mayat lebih baik Omar tetap hidup walaupun terus mengeluh.
November 2024
By Alvian Eleven
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 1:44 PM UTC
Complicit in the things we do to
further God knows what,
and what the hell has God to do with
what's going on?
what's going on is what we are complicit in
killing
killing
shekel or shilling,you take it,make war and
you don't know what for but you do it,we do it,
we don't but we do
and that's what comes through,
most people do not have a clue
or couldn't care less.
There's a butterfly in the red sky and
it's bleeding
so we feed it with lies and make it despise those
who don't fit the bill,
and the bill for this war must be laid at the door
of those who are
responsible and responsibility is no joke,
those who crack mirrors and make smoke
to cover their tracks,fail.
I see the trail through the sky as does
the bleeding butterfly
and the missile hits,
fits another bill
will
it ever
end.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
why don't more Aussies
go and give blood
its all very easy
there's never a flood
of life giving fluid
always it's short
and as all will know
life can't be bought
in other parts
of the world to-day
their are some folk
who bleed for their pay
it's got to be
much better our way
so let's keep it free
forever to stay
a pint is all you'll give
for some poor ill soul
the feeling you get
is like kicking a goal
they'll test you
for all manner of sin
and that too is free
each way it's a win
when all is done
you'll lie around for a while
with bickies and tea
fruit juice and a smile
a stick you'll get
to whack on your car
a white bandage too
to show what you are
a donor of blood
is said to be special
to give of yourself
and not take a shekel
pleased be with yourself
and all will admire
the giver of blood
let no life expire
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC