positive poems

 

Better Place

Isn’t it better to be positive

Rather than negative

Doing something to change things

Removing the problems

Deleting the bad things

Learning from it all

Solutions on the rise

Do try to fix things

Make the world a better place

 

 

 

Mindful

There are so many problems in this world

And life is way too short to dwell on them

 

Instead focus on the positive what can be done

To lessen the problems make more solutions

 

If your neighbor has no food take round some rice

If your friend isn’t feeling well check up on them

If your pet dog hides in a corner go see why

 

Bring some goodness to the planet and lessen

All of the crap, the negative, the bad issues

 

Be mindful you can make a difference

All you have to do is to make the effort and try

 

 

 

Meaning Life

Be happy and really mean it

Don't be mad at your ex

As she won't speak to you

Simply thank her for the good times

And get on with your life

Remember the good times

Learn the lessons

Do what it takes to apply them

Maybe the next one you meet

Will last longer and be even better

You don't know till you

Live your life and do your best

Let it all come to you

Make it all count

This is the meaning of life

 

 

Riga call centre story

Riga c/centre

'Your papers are not in order.'

"Your papers are not in order." The traffic enforcer reprimanded Riga. She was on her way back from the office after a very trying day. There had been 38 collection calls, 3 sup calls , 2 Dsats and 4 missed calls that were callbacks. She was just pulling up at the lights when an enforcer stepped out from behind a lamppost. It was like he was hiding! She had to stop for there were traffic lights.

"Your papers please madam." He demanded her papers before she was stationery. His gaze was fixed and emotionless. He knew his job and meant business. Riga handed her papers over from her wallet. He scrutinsed them and shook his head.

"Your papers are not in order." there was a faint smile on his face.

"My papers are in order, Hellfire!" the small gal retorted with a glare.

The enforcer held her gaze. He flicked through her papers again and nodded. "Your papers are not in order, madam."

"Really Sir? We will see about that Mr Enforcer."

"Yes, really madam. See for yourself." He handed them back. Riga took them.

She opened her wallet and produced a 5 dollar bill, wrapped it round her papers and handed them back.

The enforcer looked about. He smiled then nodded. "Your papers are now in order."

"Very good, Mr Enforcer. Thank you and good day Sir." Riga started her moped and set off for home.

"Yes, madam. Keep it that way, please. Good day to you."

The lights changed and she set off, keeping under the speed limit. Riga was soon out of site. It had been a long trying day. All those calls and now this…

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Venez Mil

 

Venez Mil

In the military area in Venezuela. This could be classed as the entire country but in reality it was just one large zone. There were a dozen bases and facilities. Some were only reachable by air, others by road or sea. Venez was a massive country. Frank was there for a while and did many missions. At times he left and then returned. This was for debriefing or extra training. There were times when he was meant to return and was stuck in situ. For example, when the weather went bad or enemy patrols were looking for him. He always escaped for he was Frank. It was as simple as that. When people asked how he did it, he replied by the will of God and his training. No more no less.

 

Frank's greatest attribute was his patience. Like when learning a difficult topic or waiting for an enemy to come on by. Wait and results will be given. All in good time. Like waiting to get over Amy or back with her. What would she think of the military area in Venezuela? So much went on there. Their army guarded many labs and production facilities. You know what they made. It wasn’t shoes.

 

Venez was like Vietnam. Many soldiers remembered 'Nam. Less remembered Venez for far fewer had been deployed there. They were SpecFor, Special Forces. Not normal squaddies holding the line. There was no line. The enemy battle area was all of Venez and neighbouring nations. Frank had gone over the border into Columbia six times. It wasn’t delineated. The jungle was the jungle.

 

One day he would write a book about it. Use a different name and tell the world of this ongoing secret war. What would his dear Amy think? Of all of it. He would deal with his PTSD and get to tell a unique story. Events from the nation called Venezuela. A number of their nationals and others were with spirit due to Frank. How close it came to him being there…

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call centre boredom

Call Centre Boredom

Riga once saw an erotic act in the call centre where she worked. Two co-workers were getting it on. They were fucking by the fire escape. Some other reps were there smoking. They watched or ignored the couple. One filmed it and some took photos. Others joked and laughed about it. One said it was the best stress reliever there was next to drinking. Riga ignored the crowd and watched. The red haired gal was leaning on the rail. The dark haired guy took her from behind while standing. He had to bend his knees as he thrust up into the gal. Her eyes were shut and she gasped as his cock went in and out of her pussy. He called her name under his breath. It was a good show. They had already started when Riga discovered them. People were on lunch, break or skiving. It was Friday and the call volume were low plus the weekend vibe was here. It definitely was with these two! The guy fumbled with her breasts and felt her legs. These were shapely and long. He rubbed her thighs and squeezed them hard. His other hand felt her breast. He was almost coming. So was she. He said her name louder and she begged him not to stop and go faster. Their actions were wonderful to observe. Riga was starting to get horny herself. She would go to the toilets to play after they’d done. Both came and gasped moaned and groaned. It took a while for their orgasm to subside. He came inside her bareback! She took some tissue from her small bag and put it inside her panties then straightened her skirt. He fastened his jeans. They embraced and kissed. She said thank you and see you later. Both went separately to their production floors. The show was over. Riga went straight to the women’s toilets. She was so horny now! It made her day seeing that. She would call up Zakk and fuck him later! Ex or not. He would like hearing of this.

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In Albania

 

 

In Albania

Frank spent three months living in Albania once. He stayed with his friend. His friend was a gangster and dealt with ‘fake’ money made with a stolen press. The quality of the money was equal to that produced in the official government mint. That was where the machine was from. Frank helped his friend out while there. Being an ex soldier, he knew how to secure a building or check for threats or plan a route to safely move the money. Frank dressed like his friend. Never too flashy or too scruffy. No unwanted attention would be brought then. His friend was aware of who knew what. It was impossible to keep it secret. Money bought silence. Those who did grass were dealt with. Frank eradicated a rival who tried grassing to the cops. The cops were bought by Frank’s mate so it was no issue. It was the cops who delivered the grass to Frank and his friend. The grass was very surprised but half expected it. He took what was coming like a man. Never fought back, tried to escape or make a scene. They took him to a secluded forest with an area for executions and graves. All three men shared cigarettes. Frank asked the man if he had any last words. The man said tell his brother to take care of his wife and daughter. It was over quickly and the grass didn’t suffer. Two shots in the face took away his identity and life. He fell forwards flat out dead. They removed his watch, belt and shoes. Those were expensive items. He was buried six feet below. Later, back in the city Frank and his mate drank heavily. They toasted to a job well done and to the dead man. Even though he was a grass they remembered him. He’d done the wrong thing and had to pay the price. It was that simple. His family would be bought off so there would be no blood feud. Business was business and there were rules to follow. Frank did other things in Albania. He fucked the best prostitutes in Tirana, went hiking on Albania’s highest and best peaks, explored old military tunnels still full of decaying Soviet Mig fighter jets, and scratched his head at the many small concrete gun bunkers that dotted the landscape. His three months in Albania was constructive, informative and paid well. Frank promised his friend to return in future.

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