Best Secretary Poems
THE MAD SECRETARY
Hunched over the computer, I am mystical,
With mental white gloves and a karate belt -
A daylight cursor, but on my bicycle,
A word and energy transformer, a flickering Celt.
Such metaphysics I can make into sensation,
Turned into binary formulae by the boss,
My passion is for punctuation-
But the lingua franca doesn’t give a toss.
I see the point. I accommodate the pause.
I rinse the cups and make the coffee sweet,
I am saving myself for this man of laws,
Of Brehon provenance, who will entreat
Me to be his love, his partner and co-genitor,
Of a life graph, where he can trust the monitor.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
you circle each word
red, you enjoy
the correcting -
“read”
the riding crop
dropped
words race away
in your inner world
dark stallions
no bridle nor bit
bareback the beautiful
once driven, given free reign
across your cartography
no maps required
for the keeper of secrets
you know the way well now
across the sensual plains
bypassing
bad dreams
flying heavens
alongside condors and eagles
Pegasus
delivers
star of Leo
to the one holding
the bow and arrow
Sagittarius
son of Pan
and Eupheme
nursing the Muses
gently Eupheme
nurses the Muses
gently Eupheme
nurses the Keeper
The Keeper of Secrets
Candide Diderot. ‘24
secretarius. Latin/etymology.
Boss
unhappy,angry
howling,ordering,demanding
outcomes,profits,disciplines,hopes
helping,soothing,smiling
smart,sexy
secretary.
What inspires us to write heart felt poetry
To divulge our innermost feelings
It's certainly not to gain fame or fortune
Ever heard of a millionaire poet
Those two words are never uttered
In the very same breath
It's a proven fact poets don't write poetry
With the view of earning a fortune
Poets write poetry to satisfy an inner need
To create, to inspire, to motivate
That tug at the heartstrings
That bring sunshine to dullest of days
That express every day feelings
In a most poetic way
We know when the words just fall into place
That something special is about to happen
We don't need to wrack our brains
Our innermost being writes the words
We just dutifully record them
And sign our name at the bottom
We are the secretary of our soul
© Jack Ellison 2014
she knows how to do it
whenever I go to office
her smiles write
a story in my heart
More rings than fingers
A defensive juggernaut
Playing and coaching
Standing tall for human rights
The legend of Bill Russell
A euphemism! I? That I do decry!
Why the very word does imply
That I would ignore, omit, pervert…
If only to prevent some hurt.
Well, let me speak out forthright:
Search thoroughly my ways as I might
I truly must express some doubt
That a that is what I am about.
The purveyors of confusion
Suffer from a big delusion:
‘Lest anyone think I am unfair
I will look into it, that I swear.
Of all the words that I may rend
Lest some of you misapprehend:
It is quite uncouth, and not so grand
To replace the truth with something bland.
I am no cosmetic, that I vow.
I simply put a smoother finish
Upon the face of things, somehow
To enhance, but not diminish.
When things are not so peachy keen
My words can keep things bright and clean.
I ply those gears which do not quite mesh
With unguent words that do refresh.
One charge which will not bear any fruit
Is that I do circumlocute.
My words such a charge does refute:
I tell it straight sans substitute.
For those who think I do mislead
‘Tis clear my words they do misread.
When what I say is scarce obscure
Why is their translation so impure?
Some suggest, my words to defeat
Are oft effete and incomplete.
Should I really have contrition
For occasional omission?
I think I will withhold comment.
Controversy I will not foment!
Believe me, I will not attempt
To discuss things beneath contempt.
I am secretary at work
I open papers to file
Each time I touch them
they whisper;
“I love you, I love you.”
On the way home I hear the echo;
“I love you, I love you”
At home they whisper,
“I love you; I love you?”
What should I do but listen,
and listen to mysterious sounds?
I love you, I love you!
Paul Ryan seems too concerned,
I fear,
that there are non-MAGAs who actively seek to harm
the U.S. President.
While I am among those
who would prefer to live in a nation
that never would have ever elected a kleptocrat,
an anti-Lady Liberty Colossus,
this is because we feared he might deliver on his promises
Which felt like more of a threat to healthy democracy,
thereby bringing far more harm upon himself,
and the rest of us,
than we would ever wish
upon our worst enemy.
DT2 is harming himself
quite Make America Sick Again
effectively.
He needs no Make Business As Usual
greedy and corrupt help with that.
Young secretary, she was at a loss
if for an increase of pay she should ask,
thinks she has done well all the given task,
plea is denied for she doesn’t oblige the boss.
September 8, 2021
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They stop and talk in an animated way.
Everyone adding something to the conversation.
I think it’s because they do not see adults during the day.
They are the teachers, the mighty mighty teachers.
One of them stopped in the middle of a long story
She said, “I can’t believe I am telling you all this.”
I could not believe it either, but I kept my mouth shut.
And the saga continued.
They do not get attention during the day like the students.
No one says, “I agree with you “or “that sounds good.”
I am in the office today, playing secretary. It is an eye opener.
The teachers all stop to tell me their life story; it is amazing.
Best job I never had was being tickle secretary to a pink dragon, Chad.
I had twenty-six job before I met him, and believe me, they were all bad.
Tickled him every hour from his tail to his gigantic fire-breathing nose.
He laughed like hyena pack who had stayed all night in a bar until close.
If he guffawed too hard, I had to mop up the room and well beyond too.
The great news, is that Chad was good-natured and fun, never ever blue.
Spending time with him was a delight, I never got tired of working with him.
Now I clean up a grizzly bear with a toothache, his name is growly Jim.
My secretary-lady just a bought,
Women's Brown Sheepskin Coat.
But what the point a skin to strip,
From one, to put it on to other sheep?
Young secretary she was at a loss,
to decide she flipped a coin for a toss,
if for a raise she should ask,
thought she’d done well all the task.
Plea denied, for she didn’t oblige the boss.
February 7, 2020
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
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The Democrats were ready to stop you! I saw and heard them talk to you like garbage!
But here you are about to be sworn in as Secretary of Health and Human Services
I wrote a few years ago about when you were running for president it had so many reads. I wanted to thank especially all those who had the courage to sign it. Thank you. PR.
I was in high scool when your uncle was killed, it made this nation so sad.
The I watched when your father shot, I was very overcome with sadness.
For years the records were a secret and hidden.
But our new President is opening the books, we will find out why your father and your uncle will killed.
And Of course, Martin Luther King….
I though America is going down the hill…well, it was.
I think those days are all over and a peaceful return to America in the world.
We can live and learn, facing the future with God’s love and peace.
Best wisheses to Robert Kennedy!
Director of Homeland Secoritny
2/13/2o25