Being Dyslexic
He was teased by other kids,
Always called "retard."
Burning inside, he showed them!
-worked hard, achieved Honor Roll.
Walking through Auschwitz,
G.I.s said Never again!
-yet, many times since.
They marched with banners,
Yelling their protest slogan of peace
-"Hell No!-we won't go."
Puritan Forefathers
Vowed to build City on Hill
-hanged those thought witches.
He so loved the world,
To save it, endured the cross
-men gambled below.
Escaping famine,
They passed through Ellis Island
-to build better life.
Jack had foolproof plan,
To be a very rich man!
-sell Tofu coffee.
My wife told me once,
Eat only three plates per meal!
-New Year's resolution.
Copyright 2008
For One Single Impression :Resolve
Showing posts with label 60's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 60's. Show all posts
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Be it Resolved To Write Poetry
Labels:
60's,
Auschwitz,
Christianity,
City on a Hill,
Coffee,
Diet,
Dyslexia,
Ellis Island,
Famine,
Forefathers,
Honor Roll,
Immigrants,
Peace,
Protests,
Puritans,
resolutions,
Teasing,
Tofu,
War,
Witch
Friday, November 2, 2007
Here's One for the Republicans!
MGT Philosophy
By Edward S. Gault
As we drove down I-93
To Boston from Salem
My friend’s father told me
About how he retired
For a year
And just played golf.
About halfway through the year,
It was routine.
When he woke up, he thought
“gee now I have to go play golf”
So he went back to work.
He said he was the manager
of a chain of stores.
When he hired a new manager
He would delegate to them
Responsibility for the whole department
-Let them handle it their own way.
He even gave them a few days off
Before they started
So they would be refreshed
And invigorated
To get to work
And to do the numbers.
Then he said that in the 60’s
He went to this place called The Shark’s Cage
Where people threw beer bottles
At this guy singing in a chicken wire cage.
I wondered if the guy
Ever got a couple of days off,
So he could come back
Refreshed and invigorated
To throw bottles back at the audience.
Copyright 2007
By Edward S. Gault
As we drove down I-93
To Boston from Salem
My friend’s father told me
About how he retired
For a year
And just played golf.
About halfway through the year,
It was routine.
When he woke up, he thought
“gee now I have to go play golf”
So he went back to work.
He said he was the manager
of a chain of stores.
When he hired a new manager
He would delegate to them
Responsibility for the whole department
-Let them handle it their own way.
He even gave them a few days off
Before they started
So they would be refreshed
And invigorated
To get to work
And to do the numbers.
Then he said that in the 60’s
He went to this place called The Shark’s Cage
Where people threw beer bottles
At this guy singing in a chicken wire cage.
I wondered if the guy
Ever got a couple of days off,
So he could come back
Refreshed and invigorated
To throw bottles back at the audience.
Copyright 2007
Labels:
60's,
Boston,
golf,
I-95,
Management,
Philosophy,
Salemn
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)



