Stories Made Up
Retirement requires careful planning, I shall have to
keep quiet all the time; fine, it shall force me to write
when ideas keep flowing in my head, today in class
we learnt that French Kings – Clovis and Louis the
Fourteenth - have been cut from the curriculum
making space for international events
Brains have no space for boring historical facts, might
as well abolish history as subject since history is stories
made-up to exert autocratic power over subjects; today
has been a total mess – no going with the flow, but no
problem – tomorrow is another day as Scarlet O’Hara
eloquently declared in Gone with the Wind
I learnt to look for political articles on BBC Afrique, seek
for jewels of wisdom amongst political intrigue - finding
none, I am so much wiser, no time is ever wasted, just
knowing what we detest helps us to know preference,
I am ready for Retirement, knowing that my title of
Bookworm, Poet and Spy
Confers a job description no form of retirement can take
away, always the incumbent to promote Astronomy,
Science Fiction, Quantum Physics, Fairytales
and Walt Disney
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Retirement Rendezvous
Retirement rendezvous
There is a member who is new
Who requires some type of rescue!
Looking back at life’s preview
He has had his kids
Been wise and stupid
Smoked enough weed
Aging exhibits on both eyelids
Retirement rendezvous
No more young dreams to pursue
A time he was young with hope
Goals matured and developed
But time took away that potential scope
Retirement rendezvous
Old age has at last struck for true
Retirement rendezvous
Today he joins the old pensioners’ crew
Stuck in his fresh basement
He scorns retirement at its commencement
With continuous utter resentment
Thinking it is a washed up experiment
Retirement rendezvous
Today, old age seems to be of no value
Retirement rendezvous
A new life and a new official venue
Retirement rendezvous
Some meet at the post office queue
Others meet at the bookies avenue
Leaving only when the night is due
The alarm clock has ceased ringing
The ladies have stopped singing
The bread winner is no longer bringing
To him nothing anymore is inspiring!
Retirement rendezvous
Why is life such a screw?
Retirement rendezvous
Is this a new life for true?
Retirement rendezvous
His thoughts he has to subdue
For him life still continues
Forthwith he looks at life with a new view!
(2007)
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Pre-Retired
Well I'm almost there ya know
that full retirement kinda place.
I'm not old enough to collect any money
can't find a job, with age lines upon my face!
So I guess I'm pre-retired?
I don't have another name, yet for it!
But if this is what retirement is like
where all you do is, just write poems and sit!
Then I'd rather be ten feet under
or something sorta like that!
I use to have a great figure
now all I am is a ball of, pre-retired FAT!
Wife still is working full time
and she looks a lot better than me!
She stays out all night after working
with her girlfriends, not me!
I'm boring I guess, and feel out of place
no real purpose felt anymore.
I use to be a manager of twelve employees
in a large, retail discount store!
So don't tell me about retirement!
and how great it is for you!
It stinks to be pre-retired
and think when my full retirement comes
It won't feel anything like you!
poem by Linda Winchell
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Science Fiction is not just about the future of space ships travelling to other planets, it is fiction based on science and I am using science as my basis for my fiction, but it's the science of prehistory - palaeontology and archaeology - rather than astronomy or physics.
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You Can Go Now
Time — what is it,
this vast father of all concepts
luring its children into
preoccupation with the past?
History is a fine fiction
within its limits, full of lessons
for those who have ears to hear them,
but when taken too seriously,
as if it were the whole
truth and nothing but the truth,
it prohibits experience of presence.
The narrative of sports commentators,
presented in present tense,
is more honest than that of historians.
'Will looks left, crosses over,
drives right, puts up a floater...
off the glass... GOOD! All tied up now,
three seconds to go, time out Wolfpack.
This place is going CRAZY! '
But how to put time in perspective
when time is a primary component
of perspective? Can space manage to
squeeze its age-old partner in philosophy
out of business by means of some
trick of focus, put an end to time's
executive decision making behind the scenes
of ignorance, war, and social injustice?
And will that help, or only give
space too much play, leading to
more of the same in another form of tyranny?
Time will tell, it's said.
Or will it? Maybe it's just
waiting to be told. Maybe it never
wanted the power it was entrusted with
in the first place. Maybe it too feels that it's
long overdue for retirement.
There it is now, sitting at its desk —
piled up with nothing but travel brochures —
sighing, waiting for the phone to ring,
to hear from the stockholders
those four liberating words:
'You can go now.'
poem by Dick Holmes
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Telling Stories
There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesnt mean
Youre not just telling stories
There is fiction in the space between
You and me
There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and me
Theres a science fiction in the space between
You and me
A fabrication of a grand scheme
Where I am the scary monster
I eat the city and as I leave the scene
In my spaceship I am laughing
In your remembrance of your bad dream
Theres no one but you standing
Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between
There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Happy Old Face
Profession has inspired you
rendering service to the clients
on the status of their health status
made sure that your analysis are correct
in which the doctors based their diagnosis
days in your life have been all work
as it come to retirement today.
Today marks your honorable exit
on reaping what you sow for years
rise and claim the accolade you deserve
nothing ever more uplifting than retirement
on this day onwards you shall see happy old face.
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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History!
Spoken words are history
Records of some remain a mystery
And when today and tomorrow
Row bitterly over yesterday
Today will become history
With just an empty space
Enlightened by a darkened face
History reminds me of a repetition of events
Dancing to the rhythm of the same kind of achievements
A battle is won or lost
Every love or hatred will eventually be buried in dust
I love you
You love me
Soon our love goes down in history
Someone else will find love a new discovery
So the theory behind is history
Is to have a story that commands all glory
For the inevitable past that will last!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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On Retirement
Retirement?
Retire man, so what!
’Tis just a natural thing
That many tend to do.
’Tis not the end;
’Tis a beginning, dear friend;
’Tis a Godsend;
And He will fend.
So, keep your calm;
Retirement’s a balm,
For wearied body, mind!
A new happiness, you’ll find.
And God will take you,
In a newer direction;
With Heaven as goal,
Why then worry, pal?
Cheer up man!
And pray as fervently as you can;
Life will be fine,
Once again.
God will provide;
God will decide;
Just rest awhile
And wear a smile.
Today will be gone;
The morrow will be born;
God will your life adorn
When comes a new morn!
A new door opens, right today;
Despair not brother, ne’er, nay!
This is your great DAY!
You’ll soon be in your new way!
God bless you!
poem by John Celes
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Varied Visions Of Retirement
RETIREMENT: An acquired belief that failure is impossible.
Investments made early-on, makes dividends more profitable.
Beneath it all, the pride of your labors will show.
Like a harvest moon or a brightly colored rainbow.
RETIREMENT: An emotional calmness, filled with tranquillity.
Extraordinary comforts - turn dreams into reality...
Holding this thought: Retirement is not a career ending...
New attractions, plus foresight - makes it a career beginning.
RETIREMENT: An intriguingly different lifestyle.
Imagine vividly your ego at peace for a while.
Without sacrifice your future has become a realness.
Custom designed an made valid by your own success.
RETIREMENT: An optional transitional symbol in careers.
Labors disgraces no one- no side effects- no fears.
Whenever questions of your success is in debate...
With pride convey your past reactions to any twist in fate.
RETIREMENT: An unconditional career for any season.
Great benefits, with unlimited freedoms for every reason.
This Era of unstoppable individual freedom is supreme.
A time to reflect on your momentum of pend- up dreams.
poem by Juanita Farrar
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History
If only the days where shorter when you wanted them to be,
And longer when you needed them to be,
But do you know what would be better?
Being able to control time,
Going back in history,
Seeing how our Earth was built to what it is today,
Going to the future,
Seeing how our decisions you make today effect towmorrow.
Having all of history in the palm of your hand at a point of a finger,
But even better then that,
Knowing when you should or shouldn't change it,
For the better or worse,
Knowing the differece between right and wrong.
poem by Katelyn Ross
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From Ludia To Ethiopia
What we laern today, we teach others tomorrow;
But when we die we keep quiet.
What we witness today, we express it to others as well;
But if not, we will keep silence.
Life is like a trip from Ludia to Ethiopia!
And there is a day to be born and a day to be schooled;
After which one acquire certificates during the length of time.
What we learnt yesterday are the ones we teach to others today,
But when we die we keep quiet;
And it is all about life for us to learn daily.
Life started with the trees in the Garden of Eden,
But these were laws for us to learn and to become perfect;
And today, it is better to give than to receive.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Retirement
For fifty years I've laboured away
working towards my retirement day.
And all that time I'm glad to say
God has provided my needs for each day.
So as I enter this retirement phase
my heart is full of gladness and of praise.
For, God Who's been with me all the way
will walk with me ‘til my final day.
Then through heaven's gate we shall go
where the songs of angels eternal flow.
There with the saints I'll sing my praise
before the throne of the Ancient of days.
Curtain falls
Many words you spoke to me
The epithet, ‘a sahithyan’
Still rings in my head.
Many an appearance you granted
The one with my studs on your lobe
Still sticks to my retina.
Time and space might make me unwanted.
Fear of scandal might force you to wind up.
I learnt it from your tone today.
Curtain falls. Episode is over.
The retina will retain it.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Old Happy Face!
Profession has inspired me
rendering service to the clients
on the status of their health status
made sure that my analysis are correct
in which the doctors based their diagnosis
days in my whole life have been all work
as it comes to end this retirement day.
Today marks my honorable exit
on reaping what I sow for years
rise to claim the accolade I deserve
nothing more uplifting than retirement
onwards I shall wear an old happy face.
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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For long, history was mainly political history, and historical narrative was confined to an account of the most important crises in political life, or to an account of wars and great generals.
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Hilda's retirement.
Hilda has been a postlady
For 18 years or so.
She really has enjoyed her job
but now it's time to go.
She'll have lots of time to make cakes
and give the grass a mow.
So let's wish her
'Happy retirement'
now she swaps her bike for a hoe,
Hilda's retirement 30 August 2003
poem by Ruth Street
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Have I said enough?
Nothing more to reflect and nothing more to say,
Enough and no more; did I cover it all completely?
Days may roll over into months, and months into years,
Impervious yet, never the need to say anything more on this...
Alas! Everything doesn’t happen at once; else, what could Time mean to any one,
An instalment in reality is what we get through in each instance of Time and no more,
As of today, what I know is what I assume; and that undoubtedly will mature some more tomorrow,
Today, I had hoped to have said enough to seal my lips forever; but will my retirement stick through?
poem by Ram Josyula
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Does God There Us Await?
perceive the cosmos
is grounded pervaded
by mind intelligence
perceive Quantum Theory
denies the concept
reality the world
is composed of objects
whose existence
is independent
of human consciousness
quantum mechanics
facts established by
precise experiments
decrees key to reality
reality is state of mind
quantum mechanics
decrees basic components
of objects particles
electrons quarks
are not 'self-existent'
quantum physics
decrees 'ultimate reality'
exists but is not
embedded in space time
therefore in what
form reality will we exist?
beyond this life pod
illusion when we shed
body matter restraint
step outside space time
into limitless eternity
does God there us await?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hell In Deep Freeze
Only freedom of ideas is real, bondage simply is
a bondage of ideas because our IDEAS form our
reality - I am afraid I have run out of ideas today -
sitting here in the armoury where all is bound and
chained to their perceptions, limitation is the only
concept we know, limited to this time and space,
limited to saudade, nostalgia, wishing for peace
and contentment when hell is in deep freeze, my
head is burning with my soul smouldering in the
depths of Purgatory, longing for the oblivion of
sleep to melt the stone in my heart and give me
the strength to laugh at myself, looking such an
absurd, tragi-comic figure as a dwarf standing
at attention with an expressionless face just
as I learnt from studying Sam Vimes
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The current institutionally provided retirement plans will not cover people's needs upon retirement.
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