I didn’t feel like running today
Some days I don’t—but I do.
I’ve never finished a run thinking,“I’m sorry I did that.”
I always feel empowered, powerful and ready to deal.
I have blisters on two toes but that doesn’t matter.
Pain is an administrative problem—I just wrap them
with paper surgical tape and run.
I also buy these 1" Polyurethane foam sheets (from Amazon),
that I cut to fit my feet—stuffing them in my socks for padding
—as if I were a professional athlete.
We don’t flinch beneath the heat, cold or rain,
and we don’t prevaricate or complain.
While I believe that life, otherwise, is pretty much nonstop compromise,
I reserve a protected territory for self-respect—where I practice small acts
of discipline—which I can track.
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Songs for this:
Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen
Somebody's Going to Get Into This House by Jane Wiedlin
Beneath a tropical sun that glows bright,
Port Louis awakes to the shining light.
A vibrant pulse, a harmonious hum,
Where dreams arise and glowing futures come.
Modern buildings in brick and steel stand tall
Beside colonial shops near their wall,
Whispering history etched in each stone,
A heritage preserved, for ever known.
Port Louis holds a full-fledged banking heart,
With local and global deals split apart,
A commercial hub, with shops quite close by,
Packed with supplies one would dream in the sky.
It hosts an old administrative house
With government seat pitched at the sea`s mouth,
The busy harbour gleams, a sapphire deep,
Where southern breezes shielded, softly sweep.
From Caudan Waterfront, the view takes hold,
A glowing modern marvel, brave and bold.
A culture hub, the Caudan Arts Centre,
Upholds artists and singers` banner.
The streets filled with diverse shades of faces,
Reflect the mixed origins and races
Of the population, a melting pot
Of cultures, creed and colours in one spot
In city of old and new in one shot.
Death and heaven
are not good neighbors.
They live too close together,
there are disputes,
mostly territorial,
heated confrontations arise.
If they lived further apart,
if they had mediators
to intervene, restrain,
adjudicate...
alas both,
could be somewhat intractable.
As for the day-to-day affairs
of the earthbound
both death and heaven
had largely lost interest
leaving all administrative duties,
to the angels and demons
(who knowing each other well)
got along most amicably,
working closely together
for the good, the bad
and the just plain ornery.
"administrative donkey"
Jack's ass was
surely a jackass
but he was a he
so please stop
calling him
Shirley
The bedlam lifts if only for a while;
a brief but needed calm falls on the house
when she departs for school aboard the bus.
Though trying hard to suppress overt smiles,
I grin in the direction of my spouse,
for any more would be superfluous.
But storms can interrupt our best laid plans
and so it seems our calm was but an eye;
no sooner had we contemplated peace,
than fires gave way to cast iron frying pans:
a chance that funnel clouds could fill the sky
and pressures here at home might soon increase.
Who is this damned administrative fool
who brought it on himself to close the school?
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A Brisbane Sonnet: abcabc defdef gg
We all have to work...
I finally work smarter, not harder
A true self-starter
I've mastered the Art of...
#1 Breeeaaathinnnggg, inhaling, exhaling
Inspired by Mr. Smart; so fitting
Straight-shooting, not curtailing.
I've learned to scale my business
by aligning my tribe
Leaving people who want to survive
And attracting those that want to thrive
The Art of Patience
Marketing, Administrative Expertise!
Organizing your business plans, so profits you can see!
I have a passion for business
I have a love for transactions
I eliminated ego & improved my plan of action
Now... I am an Attraction!
I am in demand
My source is so abundant
I love to service & stand...
For the Art of seeing
And doing what we love
The Art of Being...
I love working smarter.
Mogul Gu.
If I open a school,
You’ll worship every rule;
To begin to touch a Tool
A Proven Settled Fool:
A Pond to Swimming Pool
Now A Horse, once A mule:
One who would a crowd pull;
In number my classes full!
Yes, A school all-day cool
But where you won’t ever drool…
For your ascertained truancy
No administrative Leniency;
For your beastly claw
That could blood draw…
When to cases you respond
And your facts don’t correspond;
You a lot cherish tradition
But would not make an addition…
You have been a facility
And we glimpse imbecility;
You often drive Dad’s vehicle
But can’t write an article…
Now, rarer than a virgin
By a very wide margin
And being forced to take Eagle’s flights
From polling stations of Ugly fights.
In many countries
Being hanged on their tallest trees
And given a cause to grip ‘The Rescuing Near’
All the time wearing some bitter tear
Free-and-fair Election
Needs the greater protection
Of Transparent-Election-Promoting pictures
And Political- Sanity-Restoring lectures…
Camera-brandishing foreign observers!
And Democracy’s fiercer preservers!
Inconsolably begins to weep
As the polls draw nearer
It, unfailingly going down the deep
With the manipulations of every flag bearer.
A headache-lot worrying the United States,
When kicked around by other states
But lately her name nearly dragging in the mud,
When her forty-sixth presidential appeared to have gone mad.
Now, why would elections be fair
Covetous Eyes on victory, the snare
Year by year elections
To continue dying in the arms of advance elections?
Not in itself, giver of good governance
When on the cherished seat balances a mere Breathing Thing
With that unleashing a painful endurance of a four-year Administrative Nothing.
A foreign remittance is still memorable.
At that time condition was not bit favourable.
A lot of details and queries.
I couldn't reach my branch.
Every moment a new rule my bank's launch.
Foreign branch performed its role.but my own branch can't be ignored.
No reply on my emails it's strange.
After manager's cooperation environment got change.
Foreign branch provided me number.
The number belongs to chief manager.
My branch needs to give a forwarding letter.
The letter authorised by chief manager.
I texted about the remittance need.
Next day unfortunately manager sir took leave.
I tried to convince him that I am geniune.
And wanted a favour for remittance soon.
Finally he accepted my application from email.
the remittance becomes a story tale.
Next day I got forwarding letter ,
My manager was nice but a bit loyal administrative nature.
But the importance really lies in his signature.
He signed and things become resolved.
Finally the remittance mystery was solved.
Office manager Mr. Honey Badger called his administrative assistant Mr. Bloodhound into the office. Honey badger was extremely mad because he looked out of his office window and could see that the employees in the office were whispering and snickering and not working. Honey Badger told Bloodhound to go out and sniff out what was going on.
It seems that the accountant, Mr. Rooster, and the receptionist, Miss Hyena were having a torrid love affair. Well, Mr. Rooster was crowing about it and Miss Hyena was laughing about his performance. And to top it all off, Mrs. Mockingbird was repeating everything she heard all around the office.
Well Mr. Honey Badger called them all into the office and sent them to see Mrs. Lion, the HR manager. Mrs. Lion told them in no uncertain terms that if they failed to cease their unprofessional activities at work they would not be returning after lunch.
Mr. Honey Badger never had another problem with his employees.
NONPARALLEL NATURE
Novel Nature notifying nobility
Overwhelming opulence of resources to explore.
Nonparallel nonpareil
Pretty precise in perfect purity
Amazing astounding administrative affinity.
Rustic raw yet rolling on refinement
Attaining artistic adaptive ability
Liberal Law of Nature supernal
Lovely lovable luminous in diversity of life.
Emancipating eccentric ecstasy.
Leading smartest role in stirring emotions
Nurture Nature for future.
Alluring attracting your kinship to Nature.
Twined turbulence and tranquility.
Undaunted unconquerable unbounded unique ubiquity
Radical rational reasonable reality.
Enhancing evolution on excitement enrapturing, exulting admiration.
07/12/19
Contest on 'FINE TUNE THIS COLLABORATION'
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Office manager Mr. Honey Badger called his administrative assistant Mr. Bloodhound into the office. Honey badger was extremely mad because he looked out of his office window and could see that the folks in the office were whispering and snickering and not working. Honey Badger told Bloodhound to go out and sniff out what was going on.
It seems that the accountant, Mr. Rooster, and the receptionist, Miss Hyena were having a torrid affair. Well, Mr. Rooster was crowing about it and Miss Hyena was laughing about his performance. And to top it all off, Mrs. Mockingbird was repeating everything she heard all around the office.
Pick a Title, Vol. 6, Personification Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
6/26/19
Hillary Rodham Clinton of Chicago,
the former charismatic first lady of USA,
a good orator and a fine communicator I’d say,
confidence drips on her ever smiling face aglow.
In the turbulent times of her life in ninety eight
she was an emblem of cool composed maturity.
Despite the fragility she upheld the family integrity,
and carved a place in the contours of dignified trait.
As a breaker of the invisible ceiling she is a pioneer,
because women’s causes are so much dear to her heart.
Worldwide girl child education drive she made to start,
deeply spiritual, for all human values she is a warrier.
Many capacities gave her administrative discernment,
despite whatever happened in twenty sixteen
the American hearts she surely deserves to win.
They may get someday in her the first woman president.
March 23, 2019
We were friends from far villages
We lived centuries of no breakages
Our relationship was that of villagers
Before this century of political pillagers
We lived happily in our villages
And our culture was of no edges
Our togetherness was for ages
That would not have us in cages
The profundity of our thought
Should correlate to what we sought
For the togetherness is called unity
It’ll always give us love and liberty
We had our different names
But politics gave us another name
This administrative name wasn’t naive
So it shouldn’t make us to be too naive
We may need to go apart
But our spirits will never part
Leaving one another will be a departure
Of a man who takes unknown adventure
Tell me why I heard someone once say that we were all equal regardless of race.
But every time I turn on the T.V. I see people getting shot up all over the place.
Black, white, red, and mixed aren't we all supposed to be treated the same?
It's a disgrace that the people who are supposed to make you feel safe are the ones shooting you dead ass in the face.
Hands up please don't shoot me but that don't seem to matter.
When I ask why this stuff happens they just look at me like excuse me did I stutter?
So tell me why all this happens and yet we get no ing justice.
How many more bodies will it take?
How many more sons, brothers, fathers, uncles, and nephews?
How much more bloodshed?
How many more people who can't breathe?
How many more cops being put on administrative leave?
How many more names?
How many more hashtags?
How many more questions do I have to ask?
How much louder does my voice have to go?
Or what, because I am a black girl no one should listen?
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