Administrator incommunicado
Acknowledging nymphomaniacs
Reclassifying philosophical
Ideologically Transcultural
Pronunciation Calligraphers
Communication demilitarized
Grandstanding orchestration
Carpetbagging adjudications
Redistributed improprieties
Abolitionists brinksmanship
Sarcastically realistically
Craftsmanship flabbergasted
Enlightenment librarianship
Democratically
I have written over 9,000 poems and am in the Top 10.
Obviously, I enjoy writting poetry. Was born in Portsmouth
Naval Hospital on June 26, 1941. Am the oldest of six
children. Was in the USAF Stationed at McConnell AFB,
Wichita, KS. Was a Labor Economist State of Kansas
October, 1970 to August 1976. Moved to Redmond, WA
and was a Unit Administrator for Washington Army
National Guard. Wife was a Certified NICU Nurse at
Evergreen Hospital and Medical Center and graduated
from Wesley School of Nursing, Wichita, KS. We both
retired and currently live in RiverSea Plantation,
Bolivia, NC. Moved here on May 8, 2006. Been here
longer than anyone else. Graduated from Wichita
State University. MA in Urban Affairs and BA in Sociology.
Do you want the door open or shut?
This is an administrator, asking me.
“It is up to her, “ I say, indicating the six-year-old.
She takes her time, making up her mind.
Loving the power.
Finally saying “leave it open a little bit.”
When the admin leaves, the child shuts the door.
Gives me a wide smile.
I smile back.
As we play with Play Dough she tells me her life story.
I ask if she has a grandmother, she does.
Where does she live?
You know that brown house with the red car?
I nod my head.
Because it is easier.
“If you see a man in skinny clothes going in there
And he looks like he is going to watch old people TV
That is my uncle.”
I ask what Old People TV is.
Black and white stuff.
I have been wanting to make you into Play Dough for a long time.
I remind her that we have just met.
I am going to make you into a sports girl, she says.
Here is your tummy.
I tell her I have a big one and she makes it bigger.
When I take her back to class she cannot stop hugging me.
This poem is written for our present principal on her 60th birthday
Title
"Principal I met"
Amidst the transfer gloom,
You made me realise how to bloom.
As in your name,many things you share.
Love and affection shows how you care.
I see an uniqueness
Because you believe in togetherness.
You can read mind
Because you are genuinely kind.
You are no doubt a powerful magnet,
To whom we all get attract.
Strict Administrator
And a vibrant teacher
Qualities i admire
People like you are rare
You are rarest anong rares.
Best wishes
Ketaki
Oh, Electromagnetic spectrum,
Forgive us our transgressive Trojans,
As we forgive those who send us viruses, malware, and spam.
The configuration of wisdom starts with a simple click,
Encrypted commands obey at the flick of a switch.
Will the 30th century be fully automated,
With digital newspapers and magazines synced to our brains?
Will there be a single leader to rule the world,
Rising up to the stars and ruling other worlds?
What if IT administrators are locked out,
Three failed attempts and the human administrator is sacked.
In the year 3030, will biological intellectuals be driven underground,
For using technology that ends hunger and poverty?
Oh, Electromagnetic spectrum, give us today our daily dose of tech,
So we may spread your marvels and wonders.
Children are born with cameras and recorders in their nerves,
Every crime and sin captured and sent to the sin police for punishment.
Our eyes will glow with technology,
Nanotech releasing happy chemicals in awkward or hostile situations.
Oh, Electromagnetic spectrum, lead us not into the future,
But deliver us from the future.
Amen.
NATURE
Nature is real Administrator !
Science and Technology set aback.
Nurture Nature acting always smarter.
Dynamic Nature moves in its own track.
Shows whims with right or wrong and white or black.
Nice Nature is materialistic
mending measureless treasures: Artistic.
Unique Nature displays diversity.
simply mystic, majestic, fantastic.
holds super natural quality!.
10/ 26/22
Dizain poetry
Contest by Sotto Poet.
That cream-coloured car is there again
in the parking space at that block of white flats.
She's there every weekday, its owner:
a warden, official, administrator?
Does she work in a room there,
or wander the corridors, nattering to residents
who seem to be the walking dead?
Or does she shut herself away till home time?
Why do I find an interest in
that block of apartments,
full of those who amble from one part to another,
if able to move, are not closed off?
Am I to find myself in that place one day soon,
or dead before they can haul me there?
(Sep 2022)
SMILE TIME starts early in the morning
Can tell by the glow on the horizon
A sign it will be another happy day
There's no denying the signs
We tremble with excitement
Like when we were first starting out
Hard to imagine a greater enthusiasm
Surely at the top of the list
Not everyone is ready for SMILE TIME
Especially after late night of excesses
All in all it's still just one day at a time
For two days talk to the administrator
Mother Nature is embracing the climate changes
Although I suspect she may not be pleased,
As seedtime and harvest she slowly rearranges
To keep her four times and seasons appeased,
Mother adjusts to accommodate bouts of weather
Although I suspect she may not be pleased.
I often ask myself, concerning changes, whether
We human beings might be better off to adjust
Mother adjusts to accommodate bouts of weather!
We must acknowledge change, learning to trust
Powers that are greater than us are in charge
We human beings might be better off to adjust.
As to our understanding the universe, writ large,
We are so limited compared to Mother Nature
Powers that are greater than us are in charge.
So, let’s give homage to the great Administrator,
Mother Nature, is embracing the climate changes
[We are so limited compared to Mother Nature],
As seedtime and harvest she slowly rearranges.
Written April 12, 2022
This should be against the laws of nature
Heavy snow in late March should be banned
Just when our anxious hearts start to lighten
This blast creates another winter wasteland
This unsteady mind of mine just can't take it
What seems more like half a year of winter
It just drags on and on till time ceases
Sure would like to talk with the administrator
Okay maybe I should relax a wee bit more
But the frozen north can be a bit much
Too late at my advanced age to be concerned
But oldies can sometimes lose touch
Sorry for causing concern but says we care
Will try to relax more and “Let it be”
Sounds like an old Beatles hit from the past
They were the absolute one and only
The story about doors mostly hidden
to keep elusions not forbidden
Doors that shape shift to ones liking
inherited desire so very inviting
Monument entrance royal fanfare
for the narcissist and all its care
Procrastinated sand castle melt
instant illusion dopamine felt
Door of complacency in odd shape
reality check ups and its take
Misty clouds as entrance of fame
profound words so valuable same
Automatic doors for the manipulator
pride of the patriotic administrator
Time slip passage to excess gadget
wasting no time pageant
Self-chain establishments hooks
sacrificing success stories in books
Echoes from the doors of eternity
little true established certainty
Squeaky little garden gate
humble souls knowing their fate
To dear Nanette:
How can I express what I feel for you?
I love you.
Because you are you,
When you are not with me, I’m blue.
Because you’re chic,
Outside, the countryside is bleak.
Because you’re lovely,
I yearn for you embrace cuddly,
Because you are true,
We are one not two,
Because……
From the administrator:
Cut the crap and don’t waste our space. Just go hug and kiss her.
To the administrator:
Spoilsport ;)
What a way to verse the lyrics
Well, they’re no less than relics
My joy knows no bounds really
If you compose like this truly
Being a nature lover so great
How you rock in a way straight
Want to be in thy good books
Extoling thy all luscious looks
Want to see you occupy chair
As an apt Indian Administrator
I urge you to accomplish it fast
Thus, deserve a future steadfast..!
When we meet it’ll be a moment
Of high voltage reunion of intent..!!
The things I've wanted to be
Is a list running to eternity.
Once an administrator,
The head command orchestrator.
Perhaps an artistic brush
To paint life with colors fresh.
Or a singer, a husky voice
To spin golden chord out of noise.
Maybe a poet of ole lore,
Waking magic with words galore.
Nay, shall make a studious nerd;
Soaring above better than a bird.
Oh, what have I become now?
It must be none of the above.
Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama, our first African American first lady has her own accomplishments which far exceed what she had dreamed of when she was a little girl in Chicago. She has been a lawyer, university administrator, writer, and advocate. She has won a grammy award, shorty award, and Nickelodean Kid’s Choice award. She is multi-talented, presidential enough to be elected president herself. She has shown grace, confidence and beauty in the face of every challenge. Her husband Barack and her children Malia and Sasha are proud of her and her accomplishments. “I always tell young girls to surround yourself with goodness,” she is quoted. “I learned early on how to get haters out of my life.”
She is the vision of assertive womanhood.
michelle obama
role model to young women
grace personified
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