Nancy Jones Poet Verse

Concealed and Protected

At work I act real normally
like everybody else.
I cross my t's quite formally
and quick respond to bells.

I answer questions that are asked
while staying in my place.
I crunch results as I am tasked
and check them just in case.

I (mostly) get to work on time
and mind my p's and q's
I've mastered stopping on a dime
executive parking spots I don't use.

Proper men and proper women
not a single knows
The secret world that dwells within
from which my poetry flows.

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Keith Baker September 4, 2011 at 11:08 PM I think this is a great poem and I identify with it a lot, I especially like how line 7 is worded. With that being said, and I know this isn't in the critique section but I like this poem enough for this to bother me so I feel it should be said, "real normally" just doesn't sound right. I think you should drop 'real'. Sorry if this is unwanted.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart August 29, 2011 at 12:03 PM ah yes Nancy we all carry that little precious secret with us.. a wonderful entry if for any contest luv.. reminds me of me when I worked in business world .. now just my hubby's secretary.. sometimes I wonder..haha..

S.Jagathsimhan Nair August 29, 2011 at 11:29 AM better keep it that way, nancy, that's my advice..the moment others smell it, they will start finding faults with u because they have now a handy reason to attribute it to, jag

Tony Lane August 29, 2011 at 9:47 AM You are a better person than I am. My work people read my poems an think that they explain a lot about me. Tony

Emma Mantle August 29, 2011 at 4:53 AM A great write Nancy, so true. The place where poetry sits needs to be protected or else it can't flow. Well penned, best wishes Em :)

John Smith August 29, 2011 at 12:43 AM Yea, it's sorta like 'conceal & carry' for handguns. You be packin' poems, mama! Pistols and poems; metaphors for each other. I like it.

Lee Ramage August 29, 2011 at 12:34 AM Great poem, oh so true. it like a secret we all hold dear. Well done. Lee

Russell Sivey August 28, 2011 at 10:57 PM The title of your poem fits it quite well!! I really enjoyed your write!! Thanks for sharing!!