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Friday, December 2, 2011

Santa's Workshop Inc

   When you think of multibillion dollar worldwide corporations, the ones that come to mind are probably Walmart, Time Warner, and of course the oil industry as a whole. But perhaps the world's largest and least thought of corporation is Santa's Workshop Inc., a privately owned company based out of the North Pole.
   The owners and founders of Santa's Workshop Inc. are Chris Kringle, aka Santa Claus and his wife Mrs Kringle, aka Mrs Claus who is understood to be responsible for human/elf resources. Little is known about the corporation. Because they are located outside the jurisdiction of any sovereign entity they have managed to avoid paying taxes in at least the last ten years. That includes taxes on imports and exports.
   Santa's Workshop Inc.'s primary function is as a delivery service of toys, holiday gifts, joy, and Christmas cheer, but it is believed that the corporation is also responsible for manufacturing the aforementioned items. It is also common belief that Santa's Workshop Inc is an NPO. If that's true then the real question is, where does the company get it's revenue? There is no phone number posted for the company headquarters so I sent Santa a letter addressed to Santa's Workshop Inc at the North Pole asking this very question and have received no answer as of yet. I also attempted to charter a flight to the North Pole but it appears that the only means of transportation to and from Santa's Workshop is by way of a reindeer powered sleigh which is impossible to get a hold of.
   With the financial state of this company in question, I can't help but wonder, how is the elf labor paid for? Company benefits? And with the current cost of oil, how can Santa afford to heat and run his factories. Clearly solar paneling is not an option. Mr. Claus must have some very good connections in some very high places to have been able to stay in operation for this long.
   Perhaps the issues brought to light in this column should be further investigated, but really what good would it do? Santa's Workshop Inc has been responsible for spreading joy and happiness for decades, maybe even centuries. Maybe its best to leave Mr. and Mrs. Claus be. At least for now.
(This article is not based on any factual evidence and is not meant to be taken seriously. Santa's Workshop Inc is a fictional corporation and any similarity this article may have to any real people or company is purely coincidental. Enjoy this for what it is... some good ol holiday fun)

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Black Friday Breakdown

'Twas one month before Christmas and all through the town
The thunderous roar of hurried steps shook the ground
Hundreds of shoppers rushed in through the doors
Leaving many a person with bruises and sores
The sales were big and the crowds even bigger
The race had begun, the hand on the clock was the trigger
The prices on stocks very quickly arose
As cart after cart filled with presents and bows
C.O.'s of corporations we all hold so dear
Can now sleep at night with nothing to fear
From being stuck in the red most have begun to bounce back
As millions of loyal shoppers put them back in the black
At the local installments of retailers we love
Customers fought for their items with a push and a shove
Some even waiting from four after noon
Determined enough to out stay the moon
At Home Depot orange aprons held back a small flood
Shoppers pushed through the doors like hungry wolves that smell blood
This year at Wal-mart there was organized chaos
An attempt, I am sure, to prevent injury and loss
Then as shirts pants and shoes were tossed in numbers untold
The employees of stage were ready to fold and refold
The madness calmed as the sun peeked over the hills
And store management smiled as they counted green bills
'Twas a joyous Black Friday, I'm sure most would agree
Now bring out the decorations and hang them onto your tree
I'll end with a message to those far and near
Merry Christmas to all, I hope it's another good year.

Monday, September 5, 2011

I apologize + a couple of poems

   I apologize for not having posted anything for quite some time. My access to the internet has been limited as of late. That combined with several issues that have arisen in my personal life, has caused that time is also very much in short supply. Nevertheless here are a couple of more poems written by me.

                                              Near   By J.P. Wright

 Time continues on its way
 Though you're not here to pass it with
 Life keeps going day by day
 In spite of that which I most wish
 And as each day, hour, minute and second
moves on without you here
 The further and further away you seem
until I no longer feel you near.

Dedicated to David G. Wright. I miss you Pops.

                          Corazon Desesperado  By J.P. Wright    

Corazon a corazon, mi alma a tu alma
Solo oyendo a tu voz el estres en mi mente se calma
Una vida sin ti sera igual que vivir en el infierno
Una cama sin tu cuerpo es mas frio que el invierno
Un dia sin ver a tu cara es peor que vivir sin ojos
El dia que me pasa sin besarte es el dia que me vuelvo loco
Me duele mas cuando te veo llorar que quemarmee con fuego
Intiende mi alma, el amor que tenemos, para mi es mas que un juego
Oyeme corazon, como vivo sin ti, si tu amor es lo que me da vida
No tengo miedo de un corazon quebrado, pero si tu me lo quebras
mi corazon no sobreviviria.

 To my gorgeous and incredible wife, who also happens to have very very little patience when it comes to waiting for me to to do things. I love you baby. And I always will

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Little One. A poem i wrote for my 8 month old son Tristan.

My poor baby boy Tristan had an accident today and we ended up having to take him to the E.R. I don't want to take my eyes off of him. I'm afraid something will go wrong as soon as I do...
Here's a poem I wrote for him a few months after he was born. I love you my precious baby boy

A life so new here before me
A heart so free of pain
The purest form of humanity
A soul so free from stain
No ill thought is rendered in the mind of this child
No regret, nor sorrow, nor ire
With the purest of spirits and a temper so mild
Oh what joy that this little one inspires!

                       By- Joe Wright

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Still - a poem to my wife

My heart still skips a beat whenever you get near
I still don't feel complete whenever you're not here
I still forget to breathe when I watch you enter the room
And still the next time I see you can never be too soon
I'm still at a loss for words when I look deep into your eyes
And still to this very day I can't tell you any lies
I still have no words to describe the pain I feel when we're apart
My love you are still the only woman who has ever truly owned my heart

                        By J.p. Wright

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

My Lord, My God. A religious poem written by me. + what else is to come

Hey everyone. I hope you all enjoyed the novel. I bet some of you are wondering what's next for jwwriting blog? Or maybe not but the fact is that I have many many more writings left to show the world. Don't worry. Its not just poetry. I'll mix it up with some short stories maybe a little preview of my next novel.... you'll just have to keep on reading to see!

FYI- I wrote this poem when I was going through a very hard time personally, and it helped me. Now that I'm going through an even harder time with trying to provide for my family and keep a roof over there head, I've realized that life is more complicated than I had previously thought. This poem helps me simplify life in a way if that makes any sense...

My Lord, My God forgive my sinner's heart
For each sin I've commited caused You pain
Each of my sins has torn my soul apart
And now my heart sings praises to Thy name
I kneel here at Your throne to wash Your feet
Hoping that my repentance You will see
I come that I may carry You in Your seat
But ironically it's You who carries me
I'm not worthy to look upon Your face
For the covenants I made I did not keep
Yet still in Heaven's courts You hear my case
I fall down at Your feet and start to weep
I'm not pure enough to touch Your garment's hem
But still You pick me up like I'm a king
You took upon Yourself my countless sins
So that I may hear when Heaven's bells do ring
You took up all my sins upon the cross
So that I may live in Heaven once again
You went to search when my proud soul was lost
Misguided by the lying tongues of men
You still had faith in me when I had none
You were there for me when I had no one else
You put hope inside my heart when hope was gone
You are the only one who knows the pain I've felt
Every sorrow that I've felt You've felt it too
All the pain I've felt cost You one drop of blood
And yet You still forgive the pain I've put You through
I fall down at Your feet My Lord, My God

                         By Joe Wright

A Thought & A Word. A new poem by me

A word is only worth the thought that's put behind it
And the truth behind the thought is there, its just so hard to find it
Honesty is now so rare it's become a precious jewel
And thoughtfulness itself is deemed a sentiment of fools
Even a word from a close friend must now be put in question
The question being the truth behind the thought
It has become impossible to make a good impression
It seems these days that honesty must be bought
With every word that's said in question
And the thought behind each word unsure
Its no wonder the world is plagued by mistrust and depression
How can we know without a doubt that anyone's thoughts are pure

Now back to what gives a word its worth
And what it costs to give it thought
Many have searched the entire earth
Sincerity being that which was sought
But the truth is that if given thought
The word itself would prove sincere
Proof cannot be discovered or caught
When thought is placed behind a word, its worth will soon be clear

So don't just think about the words that you say
There is no worth in your words when spoken this way
But if you put honest thought into every word
Then the worth of each word said will be felt, which is worth much more than just being heard

                      By: Joe Wright