Best Interviewing Poems
M. So Mike I hear you've been gone?
MH. Why yes I have!
M. Why the absence?
MH. I just needed some time to clear my head.
M. That should have taken no more than a couple minutes
MH. Ahhh...no, I was gone a couple weeks. I was going to stay out a month but this site is so addictive! I'm sure our listening audience can attest to that!
M. Audience? No ones listening to this...
MH. But you said...
M. Me?
MH. Yes you said when we were talking that I was going to be on the radio.
M. Dude your me...
MH. I know!
M. Your blowing my mind here...Can we just get on with this?
MH. Sure...What I was trying to do was really just find myself.
M. Find yourself...were your lost?
MH. No just needed to try and do away with some of the junk in my life.
M. I'm starting to wonder if I'm you then why is this the first time I'm hearing about it.
MH. That is odd isn't it..
M. Almost as odd as interviewing yourself.
MH. Almost
M. So any good poems written while you were gone?
MH. To tell the truth I couldn't stop writing...If they're any good only time will tell.
M. How do you think the interview is going so far? Am I doing alright? Asking the tough questions?
MH. I think your the best...That's why I only let me interview myself!
M. Speaking of interviews I've got another one scheduled I really need to run...
MH. Really? With who?
M. Oh it's you but you the World Famous Nuclear Physicist!
MH. But I'm not a...
M. Hey...It's what we call in journalism as a lead in...makes them want more.
MH. But I'm...
M. Don't worry, we'll make something up...
MH. We always do...
M. Ain't THAT the truth!
MH. Shall we do it over lunch?
M. Sounds good...you buying?
Rock paper scissors,
Wizards of utopian flavored wizardry, exquisitely triumphs in every gamble beyond these doors,
Flawless tangled reversed reflections, remain forever forbidden to thoughtless mentors,
A cursed emotional seesaw bleeds and wrestles each end hardcore,
Roaring and agitated amassing vacillating backwards tripped out cognition galore,
Attuned intrinsic tutor restoring more miraculous palaces placed within your space and time,
Sublime tribes of chrome plated words alive and congregating, hitting hard the hammer of stamina utilizing backyard grammar,
Autodidact physiques pack preeminent techniques fond of higher states,
Earthquakes from snake riddled concealment shake the anointed with disappointment,
Appointed fools lowering vibrations of stations frequencies,
Advocates underground traveling through lands and over sea's,
Undetected forward vision upwards,
In the presence of cowardly lords using swords of misfeasance,
Eyelids glued open, still unobserving rulers, kings and queens with blinding evil pupils,
Topple till stagnant misplaced silence takes vengeance over souls,
Walking gods of earth observing a hole as the devils henchman transform from the fallen,
Never forget the calling, the called out elect without verbal speech, supernatural telepathic freedom,
Finding Eden beyond quantum universes unlocking Pandora’s Box,
Mundane conscious blocks, angelic psychedelic capabilities,
Infinite possibilities traversing dimensions with three sixty peripheral vision,
Subatomic divisions, galaxies of particles coexist omnipresent yielding disorienting mechanics,
Organic fractals, geometry sacrosanct, divine kinematics pure to awoken viewers,
Future past tense, retrocausality effecting cause of events presents questions,
Spooky beauty interviewing intentions, synchronized oscillating firing patterns,
Exploding fireworks of hierarchically organized neurons, circuits and networks,
Knowledge or Ignorance? Defective decision fostering Berkes, Apple believers the first?
Earthborn mortals thirst!!! For cash, philosophy of money doctrine, man cursed.
Quincy Mac
Date Written:4.5.2016
Angel’s songbirds awoke and flung the deal
Anisette chirps, sounds of reels
On that day my soul grew lyric
My heart couldn’t see it
Angels songbirds sing with me
And the harmonies never waiting
The sound singer souls singing
The song craft smiled
Ah, distinctly I was lullabying
And the hand claps never hymning yet rhyming
Death shall bring bass riffs
The sonic songwriting singsong smiths
Angels songbirds sing with me
I crave the lyrical, lyric leaf
From off my chest, my breath
Expressivity - expressivity - expressivity!
Somewhat louder than my debrief
I am shore of my golden voiced leaf
you warned me about the high relief
I crave the song-like, songful soundtrack
I feel my spirit leaving my back
Angels songbirds sing with me
That moment my soul grew analytic
The musical smiled
To warn me about the vibrato
And so you came gently jingling
Of duets that are bungling
Chirping metals yawn iron robins
My passion is the cuckoo lullaby, laugh angel laugh
Once I sat engaged and dancing, fly angel fly
Angels songbirds sing with me
When I thought of the song, sing angel sing
Deep into that darkness scoring, fly angel fly
In a kingdom full of shields, shield angel shield
On that day my soul grew lyric, fly angel fly
I awoke and flung the tenorist, high up to the skies
Much I marveled this overload alto, high angel high
Much I marveled the atonal hymn, sing angel sing
I have dreamed of the tempos, Hallelujah
Angels songbirds sing with me
Deep into that darkness interviewing, Hallelujah
That moment my soul grew singable, come sing with me
overloud alto, high angel high
Marveled the atonal hymn praises above all men, sing angel sing
Angels songbirds sing with me
10/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
10/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
It’s a swill no one interrupts—
A pill that consumes and corrupts
Our honor's been jailed
And truth’s will is impaled
As the blood PAC tempest erupts
Author's note: Many of the super-rich (who do not yet have it all) are determined to have more of the pie since their multiple residences and bank accounts are not enough and their yachts and jets are too small and range restricted (OMG). There are about 600 people who have donated more than $1,000,000 to presidential political action committees (PACs). The very rich, who also are trying to buy Congress, are in the process of remodeling our society. They liked it when society was feudal--when the rest of us were consigned to serfdom or were slaves. This weekend, the Koch brothers are interviewing candidates to see who they will spend almost a billion dollars to elect. Are we to believe their propaganda (that they have our interest in mind)? That is why I support the only candidate who does not have a super PAC who is running for President--Bernie Sanders. Enough is enough and maybe, just maybe, we can prevail over the corruption of wealth. The truth always matters and can never be denied over the long term.
The raw innocence of a first job interview
I'm sitting at a McDonald's
writing a poem. I save it.
My interest is piqued,
at a young lad interviewing
for his first job, presumably.
At first I see him dressed in shorts,
plain white t-shirt, and
slippers, and I then think of his
mistaken attire. He kept twitching his
nervous knees as the manager
looked over his application.
The raw innocence. There's
an exchange of dialogue. But then
I could see that the interview
turned into an orientation,
even laughter at times. So I
knew the young lad had his
foot in the door. Great. During
this time a smiling women catches
my eye. She's probably thinking
why I'm watching so intently at the
interview. She keeps looking
over at the interview, too.
I didn't put two and two together
until later. The raw innocence
of a mother looking on as her
cub leaves the lair.
connie pachecho
1/26/17
sharp, tight, seething fear
anxiety absorbs control
soul's strength topples
Not too long ago
Cigarettes permeated our culture
Tobacco companies were powerful
Science discovered a link between
Cigarettes and cancer
Cancer was deemed unhealthy
You no longer see media ads for cigarettes
You rarely see smoking in movies
It seems that someone somewhere noticed
Violence permeates our culture
Even down to a recent ad for electronics
Involving an adult interviewing preschoolers
“Which is better, one laser beam or two?”
The (satisfying; amusing?) response
Was “Two. Laser beams from both eyes
Can make big explosions! Boom! Boom!”
Someone noticed that Bullying can lead to
Suicide, which is deemed unhealthy
And people are working to stop it
Gee, what about guns? Assault rifles; hand guns
Which have no sporting or food hunting purpose
After the latest grade school massacre
Have we finally decided that guns may be unhealthy?
The first rule of Health Care is, “First, do no harm.”
Sounds like a good rule for Humanity
One day I was flipping through the TV channels
When I happened
To chance upon
Oprah
Who was interviewing this suspicious-looking fellow,
Who turned out to be some kind of “new-age” guru,
So I stopped
And I watched
As this guy rambled on.
And he had a book out (of course), which would sell by the millions
Now that Oprah had smiled on him.
Well, after a bit I started to move on to some more intellectual stuff
But I stopped,
Because Oprah asked this guy this question:
“What happens when we die?”
She asked,
As if she actually thought that he knew!
Well, I picked my jaw up off the floor while this guy spouted some nonsense,
Which I didn’t hear over the shouting in my head of the things that I wanted
to scream at Oprah,
Which was, to wit:
WHAT ARE YOU ASKING HIM FOR?!?!! HE DOESN’T KNOW!!!!
HE HASN’T DIED AND COME BACK!!!! NOBODY KNOWS!!!!
But I didn’t since, you know, she was on TV and wouldn’t have heard me.
About these ditsy moments - I’m blonde, I have a few,
but there is one real cringer I think I’ll share with you.
Before I do, please promise me though, that you will not laugh
as the tale unfolds, re-telling my most stupid gaff.
I know I missed the deadline (my blondness yet again!)
but hopefully to tell you all will purge me of this pain.
You see I have a problem with how some words come out,
I hear them perfect in my mind, yet from my mouth they wrongly spout.
One word in particular’s now barred from my vocab,
the embarrassment it caused me almost left me in rehab.
A new bloke at the office joined us for our morning tea,
twelve of us sat in that room. Unfortunate for me!
He told us of his fiction writes and of his hopes and dreams
to one day see them published in some glossy magazines.
He said that he had recently submitted quite a few
and wanting to seem interested, I thought I’d take this cue.
I wanted to impress him, so I spoke with such finesse
“Oh wow” I said “ that’s wonderful, have you had much success?”
Well, in my MIND that’s what I said, but curs-ed by this hex
The words I blurted from my lips were “have you had much SEX?”
**Unfortunately it's very true.
And can you believe I said it again whilst interviewing someone??
So embarrassing, hence that word is now wiped from my vocabulary :)
Me: So Mike, tell us a little bit about yourself...
MH: You should know that...you're me.
Me: I know but I'm interviewing you...
MH: Isn't that a bit odd?
Me: Yes but you're to lazy and cheap to hire anyone and we both know you'd have to pay someone because no one is that interested in you...
I'm you and I'M not that interested.
MH: You do have a point there!
Me: Okay...shall we start over? Are you ready to dive in deep?
MH: You bet!
Me: If you could be any color you wanted...what color would that be?
MH: Wow! You don't play games! That is deep! Can I get back to you with that?
Me: Sure....but you know me.
MH: Yes I do Mike and that's just one of the many things I admire about you.
Me: Why thank you Mike!
Me: How about, if you were a tree....
MH: Woah....Your blowing my mind here!
Me: How about we start with something simple....Can you remember the first poem you wrote?
MH: Not line for line but I do remember it was in the 7th grade to my first girlfriend...something about her turning around and seeing the boy in love with her...
Of course that boy was me.
I'm sure it also had lines in there about her flaming red hair and massive freckles and who doesn't love those! Her name was Fresca Schmertz....a true beauty!
Me: That's great but could you keep your answers short? We don't want to lose the readers...
MH: Yes
Me: Good...so how long after that did you discover you were an amazingly talented poet (his words, not mine)
MH: Yes
Me: Yes...what.
MH: You asked me to keep my answers short....so I am
Me: But that's not really an answer.
MH: Okay, then maybe
Me: Maybe?! That doesn't even make any sense! This just isn't going to work!
MH: I think its going great for someone who's talking to them self....
Me: Arghhhh!!!
To be continued?
I was interviewing farmers
about how they see Presidential performance
in Trump's first year as CEO
of this USA,
incorporated
for a yet more perfect Union:
Well, I believe he only has one national leader
who has publicly announced
that he will do whatever he can
to kill him,
and probably take out the rest of us
along his nuclear warhead way.
So, is that a concern
or congratulations
or both?
How does that performance number compare to your predicted outcomes?
Oh, I figured maybe more than one
by now.
Because...
I thought his
"I'm taking America Out First"
assault on the Paris Climate agreement
might generate a more immediate heating up
of the world's international firing range."
I'm still confused
about whether you are giving him a pass,
because you didn't really think any national leader could do anything
to advance your peace of mind,
or whether you are disappointed
with the Trump administration's performance
this first year.
That would make it at least two of us.
But, let me tell you,
I believe he may be the first President
to publicly threaten to turn an entire,
or maybe just a half, nation
into a nuclear holocaust.
So he's threatening with the biggest stick so far.
Are you hoping to see that escalate
or de-escalate?
We're all kind of hoping things might calm down.
Nuclear waste is really hard on the apple harvest.
Hard to grow apples without the basics,
like trees,
or folks to plant
and pick
and eat from them.
Two sounds signal Sunday night –
The “Sixty Minutes” ticks
Which lead into Bob Simon’s voice –
My end-of-weekend fix.
He feels more like a friend to me
Than just a talking head.
I’ve followed all his stories
To wherever they have led.
Across the seas, around the globe,
He’s traveled for the news
While interviewing many with
Diverse, conflicting views.
Ironically, he lost his life
At home, on native soil,
Quite far from all the places
Where, in danger, he would toil.
I’ll miss his presence on TV –
His voice, his calm, his face
And CBS will have a slot
Not easy to replace.
The Upper Wealthy
It was said that famous families
only lasts for about three generations
The Churchills, the Kennedys, and many
Others have a sale by date.
I thought of that while watching a program by
Crise Hedges, who happens to have grown up
among the stratospheric wealthy, and he
spent time trying to distance himself from
that class of people
He can't, everything about his language
manner, the smoothness of those who have
not had to strive
Cris was interviewing a man who writes
books about the rich, who, according to
him are bad for our society and economy
Clearly, the rich are different from those who have
No private plane when going shopping
They send children to the top school in a limo
They have a big household staff to keep
them in clover, and security, to be rich also
Mean someone is out to do your harm
The two men began annoying me, telling
stories about the wealthy, sounding like
a couple trying not to sound envious
This morning’s sunrise was a tacky and artificial affair.
The sun was played by a weak, 12-watt, refrigerator bulb
that looked wet and heavy as it struggled uphill like a drunk.
The horizon reminded me of a cheap, runny theatrical illusion,
the clouds were old cotton balls glued to cardboard silhouettes,
the birds sagged like dead puppets from uneven, coat hanger wires.
I don’t miss you. Everything’s fine. I hardly noticed you were gone, actually.
Things here are a laugh and a half. We’re doing fun girl things. Anna got new shoes.
I’m hardened by years of inescapable, solitary, covid lockdown. I’m immune to despair.
So go off, interview for that new, far-flung PhD life. Go fawn over Elon Musk for all I care.
I’m definitely not in my room eating spoons of peanut butter and crying to Tom Waits songs.
A quick note to thank Tammy Bower for interviewing me on her show. Although I was nervous she made it fun. I also enjoyed her interview with Andrea Dietrich on an earlier episode. I included a link to the interview for anyone who would be interested in watching the interview.
If you go to Utube you can search “Unleashing The World of Music and Poetry”
Richard