Best Administrator Poems
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
"User name" and "password"
That's all you need to know.
Type them in , press "enter"
Then you’re fine to go.
Sounds quite simple really,
Till your memory starts to wane,
You trawl the deepest caverns
Of your tired and aging brain.
You thump the keyboard harder
As your temper starts to fray,
And curse the screen before you
With its "road block" in the way.
No pet, place or loved one’s name
Will give you access rights,
When you cannot remember
Those all important bytes.
Defeated, crazed you finally press
"Forgot your password?" key
But can't answer all the questions
To get you through security
To release your rescue e-mail
From this digital dictator,
Requires you reacquaint yourself
With your "administrator" ?
So how do you escape
From this technical morasse?
Caught with no ropes or crampons
In this digital crevasse ?
Well this is my solution
When you face the software snub,
Pull out the plug, put on your coat
And "log off" down the Pub !
Electromagnetic spectrum, forgive us of our transgressive Trojans,
as we forgive those for sending viruses, malware and spam to us.
The configuration of inert wisdom begins with a point and click,
the encrypted biological commands are configured to obey.
Will the 30th century make everything automatic,
digital newspapers and magazines synced to the frequencies of the brain.
Will there be one president to rule the world,
who built rockets for interstellar travel so he or she can rule other worlds?
What if the IT administrators accounts were locked out,
three unsuccessful attempts and the last human administrator loses their job.
In the year 3030 will biological intellectuals be forced underground,
after being banned for using technology that eliminates hunger and poverty.
Electromagnetic spectrum, give us this day, our daily dose of technology,
so that we may spread your technical marvels and technological morphing wonders. Children are born with cameras and video recorders embedded into their nervous systems, every crime or premeditated sin will be captured and transmitted to the sin police for processing and appropriate disciplinary measures.
Our eyes will shine bright with technology,
nanotechnicals releasing feel good chemicals during awkward or hostile situations.
Electromagnetic spectrum, lead us not into the future, but deliver us from the future.
Amen.
A chapter in the book "The Gift of Life Two."
I Will Always Love You
by Ricky1024
>"I Will Always Love You"
By Ricky 1024
{A Dedication}
As the Sun sets in the evening's glow...
"As the Stars above stood still for You and waited for You to breathe...
"As the Earth relaxes it's tired soul...
"I will always love You so....
...
"As Time slowly caresses...
"As my 'Saddened Heart' continues but somehow can't start...
"As I search my Mind for a reason to live and go on...
"But I can still to this very day find not a Clue...
"I will always love You...
...
"And as all of my Depression's and my Pain's continue to fill my Brain and drive me Insane...
"As another year and holiday comes and goes but Your not here...
"And as I wonder when there can be another 'Rose in the Springs Dew'...
"I Will Always and Forever Love *You...
Special thanks goes out first and always to Heavenly Father and His LATE SON Jesus the Christ, Poetry Soup and the administrator, and my dear friend Lara Moretti.
*You-My Son Jason Richard Smrkovsky who passed away on April 1, 2003 from a massive brain injury due to a car accident.
"To learn more about 'Organ-Tissue Donations call 1-800-DONORS-1
and tell my friend Lara S. Moretti the L.S.W. with "The Gift of Life,"
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, that Jay said Hey!
Dad.
Control, Alt, Delete
If I could control life
from some alternative universe,
I'd delete you out of it.
You try to control and manipulate others
With your alternate version of the truth,
but all you seem to manage is killing--
Killing love, killing hope, killing self-esteem
deleting all the joy that was.
Control, Alt, Delete
Sorry, you no longer have a valid username or
password for this heart.
Don't bother applying for a new user account.
I'm done with your using.
Access Denied.
Control, Alt, Delete
I've logged you out.
Out of my heart,
Out of my head,
Out of my life.
Your poison will no longer control my life. I'm tired,
Tired of your petty attempts at manipulation.
Tired of all the one-sided care.
We cannot alter the truth.
You cannot delete your careless words
or hurtful actions.
Control, Alt, Delete
It's time to shut this relationship down.
It's time to change
status
Ignore user(s)
Block caller
Deny access
All codes changed.
If I could control life
from some alternative universe,
I'd delete you out of it.
Control, Alt, Delete
Shutdown
But perhaps,
I just did.
Sincerely,
Heart Administrator.
(Written for a World Opem Poetry Mic challenge to be read on 11/27/2015)
THE MODERN DAY SOJOURNER TRUTH
Tired from the lack of work --------Trivial
Lazy, I am not.-------------------Search
Thinking about Non-Profit---------Self-Employment
Freelance Writing, Tutoring, Virtual Administrator, etc…---------Thumbtack
You can’t keep a real woman down.------------------Steadfast
Many aspirations I have.----------------------------------Praying
Gotta get up early in the morning.-----------------------------Mobile
To define my purpose----------------------------------------Harmonizing
To many negative thoughts------------------------------------Intune
To why I continue to be down---------------------------------- Enthused
This is not the measure I am in.------------------------------------Woman
I am just as strong as [any] man.----------------------------------Sojourner!
__________________________/
04/17/2014
Form: Acrostic/End-Line Word
1st Place
T.V.
Sister Act 2
Nuns, Students, Catholic
Music, Singing, School, Administrator
Graffiti, Money, St. Francis Choir
Parental Consent, Signature
All state Competition
Their Good
Final
If I suffer from an affliction
If I stutter
If my grammar is gutteral
If the words I utter
Failed English at School
Sorry I am not cool
Pity me or the fool
Who uses education as tool
To dismiss what I write
Because it is not spelt or gramatically correct
As you supersede the common collective
Consciousness up for discussion
My feeble poem tried to address
Your disregarding says it best
Speaks volumes
Look at me
Mother Superior
Administrator of the Interior
Sub Editor for closed book's
That overlooks
And overseas
Conservative committees
In self righteous sicophantic indignation
No correlation can unearth
Or has no worth
For the meek
Who seek
To interject
Blazers and Ties
Ivy institutions for fear of exclusion
Poison classes wood trenches
Desks protect from xenophobic zeitgeists
That conform to questioning
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 ;)
May nine nineteen eighty was great,
Being the day of his calling;
Brother Eduardo Manalo
Had received the noblest blessing.
The day of his ordination
Signaled his rise in his duty;
His exceptional performance
Was seen inside the ministry.
He became an assistant dean
For Evangelical Studies;
Doing all his divine functions,
And his responsibilities.
On twenty-seventh of July,
In the year nineteen eighty-four;
He became Metro Manila's
Another coordinator.
Then came the Church's eightieth year,
He took his oath as Deputy;
To help the Administrator
In leading the flock's entirety.
He‘s prepared for fifteen years by
Then Executive Minister;
The torch was passed to him by God,
After the death of his father.
He firmly strengthened the brethren
Who, just like him, were in sorrow
With the demise of Ka Erdy,
As his deep love did overflow.
He showed courage and consistence,
In the midst of persecution;
Sacrificing his interest,
He valiantly made decision.
Through the modern technology,
He officiates worship service;
The brethren all over the world
Are truly edified in bliss.
The true message of salvation
Has reached all but one continent;
He preaches the genuine gospel
With power and noble intent.
He has successfully finished
The great Philippine Arena;
The project has been constructed
At the Ciudad De Victoria.
Excellent events of the Church
Have caught the Guinness' attention;
The world records have been broken,
Bringing honor to God's nation.
Thousands of houses of worship
Have been built amid poverty;
The work of the Lord's mighty hand
Is witnessed in every country.
When the calamities happen,
He immediately provides aid;
Relief, rescue, and assistance
Have been well organized and made.
Preachers of other religions
Have come to know the righteous way;
Pastors and priests have joined the Church,
Without a doubt, without delay.
The covid-nineteen pandemic
Has not deterred God's people;
Every household worship service
Feeds each servant's mind, heart, and soul.
Forty years have quickly passed by,
Since he's blessed by the Almighty;
We will never forget the date,
Early May nine nineteen eighty.
Topic: 40th Anniversary of Bro. EVM's Ordination (May 09,2020)
loved ones as numbers
health care administrator...
calculating life
ANIMUS
A woman can more or less possess
animus simultaneous with female criteria
strongly revealed in character of Cleopatra
the world famous black beauty empress.
Genuine feminine in love and romance
with masculine firmness as politician and ruler,
great personality of astonishing administrator
used animus in her each performance.
One of my aunts showed the guts to stay unmarried
with vigorous youth in mid twentieth century
and little education, jobless, yet in glory
the position of head of the family is always carried.
She reared up younger siblings with care to protect,
playing the role of parent as her parents passed away.
A dutiful father and caring mother followed on way.
Single woman with high animus drew due respect.
With extra maternal instinct I showered ceaseless affection
to my children always considering as priority
with strict discipline and principle in family
as I learnt from my father’s strong administration.
A man needs anima for love and care to be shown
to realize moral values of life in sacrifice.
A woman with animus is elegant and nice
with aggressive amazing personality to own
Rhyme scheme abba cddc effe ghhg ijji kllk
08/06/2016
Anima-Animus Contest Part II
Sponsor Tom Quigley
Darkness falls
Here & everywhere –
Night falls
Bats & owls rule in the darkness;
When will dawn be born?
When will Soja-man count
Counting the myriad of his booties
On the wounds of my Africa?
When darkness falls over mother earth,
Night dims the face of Niger;
Then, hiding fishes emerge,
Countless, as they are, singing
And dancing on the face of Niger
Drumming to the shores
Befriending night & our Niger,
Celebrating the fisherman’s exit
Like a funeral ceremony;
As darkness falls on the region
A stone thrown into the deep ocean
Each clans-man clamours for an idle bed,
Like stragglers fleeing from battlefront,
Every property is left unguarded
To the custody of night
To those possessive arms of darkness,
Then, night sits over the clan like a chief!
Night falls over Africa,
No moon is visible here
Not even a fading star where we lie down;
But, what happened to her bright moon?
Would the sun notice to shine
Over her soil soiled with her own blood?
Here, Soja-man plants his huge feet,
The boot-feet sink the sand of the soft earth;
And leaning on a staff of the silent gun
He bestrides, possessing all the clan
Like an agent of night –
But, when will he count his booties
With all those wounds of new Africa?
Now, he comes here
Wearing a garment of many colours,
Are you Mr. President?
Aren’t you Miss Contract?
Then, Mrs. Administrator?
O, my mistake? Dr. of Law, the Judge?
If none, you are all of the above!
Soja-man, a ruler to be defended,
A servant to be served by all –
Brother, he’s Prof. Contradiction!
Everywhere night persists;
When will day break?
When will the sun smile at my Niger
Soja-man reigns in the darkness;
He eats up each nation
Boring into nature’s treasures
Like ants boring into dry woods;
Yet, ants don’t eat the raw flesh of brother-ants!
Poor warrior! rude ant!
Pretending in a modern benevolence –
Na power dey hungry am!
Wetin you mean, Soja-man?
Na you birthright to rule?
Yes! to rule by boot & bullet?
Darkness falls
Bats & owls rule in the darkness;
When will dawn be born?
Would fishermen ever come to the shore
Of new Africa springing?
FIVE FACTS
NATURE, the administrator is SMARTER than science and technology.
SPORT is the SPIRIT to compete regardless of victory or defeat.
BATTLE of the sexes will RUN as neither sex will agree to forfeit.
SIN and snake both like to SNEAK with individual analogy.
MIND yearns, HEART cherishes, SOUL judges, DESTINY begs APOLOGY.
12/11/15
'All Yours (Jan 22 ) Contest by Brian Strand
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirty
While the Mullah versed in the Hadith and fiqh harangued his flock
All over the milling crowds outside plastic cups did hands lock
By four even before the dazzling Cyclop-eye pierced the gloom
The mosque’s Administrator convened a crisis meeting ad hoc:
“Be it known from this hour forth no more couscous nor green tea
Will be served for our stocks – thanks to chefs – stand consumed empty
The hallal shelves at malls’ “Square-Oven” and “Prix-de-Chef” stores
Stand undermined transparent since noon this Faithfuls jamboree!”
The King of Morocco promised his palace tea consignments
The Begum Ali her weight in gold for present requirements
Local residents boiled water to brew other sachet scents
A steady stench rose like humus vapours for lack of toilet vents
Rowdy commotions outside drowned the holy deliberations
To bring the harrowed Mullah out on the Faithfuls’ positions:
Braying half-Turk clad in jellaba borne over heads by hands
Wan Quixotic head with beard wobbling through elucubrations:
“Set not this Tent-Maker Miscreant on consecrated land
Let drop this putrid loin of meat on tarmac or public sand!”
“Sire!” quoth the Administrator, “This be no Tent-Maker’s son!
Forsooth, he’s of no other than the Tent-Vendor’s vagrant band!”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014