Best Technicians Poems
The walls are stained by my fingers,
raw from trying to scratch them away,
but they’re unharmed and unmarked
on the random spots, here and there,
where I broke my knuckles
thinking I could knock them down,
and the lies and truths that passed me by,
and the things I couldn’t be bothered with,
were opportunities gone a-begging,
moving lips, I couldn’t hear a thing
and I don’t know what they said.
I don’t remember the things you told me
but I do remember you telling me,
and I believe the worst of it
and I don’t care for the rest,
I might have loved the design, though,
and I know the machine was ruined
before the engineers and the technicians
even knew that it existed.
The TV is on for now,
a million faces and a million voices
and a million unthinkable miseries,
they knock on the screen from inside
and they cannot reach me,
it’s all white noise, though, anyway,
unless I apply an ear well enough
to pick out a particular sound or two
and make of it whatever I will.
I’m not quite sure of what it was
that you knocked into my head,
but I wish to God I could only know
half of what you knocked out of it.
7th February 2019
Categories:
technicians, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Kill the Silent One
(Silent Killer)
He has invaded, unseen
Lurking and silent
Evil destroying one and all
From cell to cell
Crawling underneath
Leaching blood and soul
Smiles are murdered
Futures destroyed
Families ruined
The silent one is a killer
Who must be killed
The order has been given
Command centre now on full alert
Maps perused and studied
Strategies contemplated
The invasion...........
Will be at early dawn
Men prepare their battle gear
The landing party both excited and nervous
Life depends on them
Ones death also looms
They have no guilt
No fear
For whom shall be killed
The silent one's days are numbered
Victory is their only option and concern
War has been declared
And
We shall overcome
The silent one
The dawn is approaching
The men kit up in their uniforms
Preparing equipment, double checking their instruments
They march forth ready to do to battle
At dawn, as the brightness above shines down upon them
They enter the theater of operations
Weapons ready
Doctors in full dress
Scrub nurses ready for action
Technicians monitoring vital signs
The battle has begun
More saline, clamps, increase IV, Scalpels
Blood stains the heroes of the moment
The end, a silence, a satisfaction, a tear
This patient can be declared
Cancer free
The silent one was murdered
Cancer removed
Life restored
Family rejoices
Tears and kisses
This battle won
Categories:
technicians, cancer, health, hope, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Mother India
Each August 15th since 1947, a day of expectant waiting –
Either terror from India’s enemies and frenemies
Or the terror of weather, some natural happening
Or holiday hazards, even hospital tragedies …
This year, 2017, has India and Israel in alliance
Culture and history connects these ancient folk
Different, yet similar, even in religious compliance:
Ritual purity, Hindu and Jew, avoiding beef or pork
For generations now, we have been South Africans
But grandparents loved the movies, famed Bollywood -
And we learned more of music from these films
Names like Nargis, Sunil Dutt, Rajesh Kanna, plus Shah Rukh
The classic movie, “Mother India” – with hard times
With village life, and then those famines
Family sacrifice, especially from Mothers divine
Sad songs tug those chords across miles and times
So now, this August, we say Happy Birthday: Jai Hind
And in sibling magnanimity, Bless Pakistan too:
Politics and language, love and hate, led to partition
Moving on, we seek Shanthi and Shalom, Salaam and Truth
Poor India, rising India, nation of every contradiction
You are still worth admiring, both kurtha tops and sari
Cool cottons and silks for export, along with technicians …
Those deep religious roots siphon truths told by Mahatma Gandhi ....
(c) Anil Deo, 2017Aug15
Categories:
technicians, absence, africa, beauty, birthday,
Form:
Rhyme
When I was young my mom, like most women, donned a hat when she went out.
Dad said it added to her beauty…of this I had no doubt.
My mom had a collection of hats she stored in boxes under her bed.
So many different kinds of bonnets that sat atop her head.
Moms of today are different they go out with their heads bare
but one thing they share with Moms of the past are the many hats they wear.
If we tried to count the hats they don...we couldn’t...they go on indefinitely
Perhaps one way to approach it...is alphabetically.
Moms are:
Accountants
Babysitters
Chauffeurs...they do what
Doctors and
Electricians do…they are
Farmers
Governors
Housekeepers, and
Ice cream makers too…they are
Janitors
Kitchen and
Laundry workers, and
Maids who clean the floor…they are
Nurses
Optometrists,
Painters
Quality control inspectors and furthermore they are
Receptionists
Seamstresses and
Teachers…they can
Upholster that sofa or that chair…they are
Valets
Washroom Attendants and
X-Ray technicians…ready anytime and anywhere…they are
Yard managers and every Mom I know is also a keeper of the
Zoo
That’s 26 different hats they wear…
26 different jobs that all Moms do.
Moms are the original and still the best multi-taskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet!
I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
for there wouldn’t be enough room to store the boxes under their beds.
They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
yet they had no experience as a mother until the day when we were born.
Because it was at that miraculous moment, despite their fearfulness and qualms
when they smiled as they looked at us and realized……’I’m a Mom.’
For that is the hat that encompasses the rest...the hat we call motherhood
and I must admit, from where I stand
Moms…you make that hat look good.
So Moms, here’s to a wonderful Mother’s Day as this poem bids you all adieu
For all the many hats you wear…
our hats are off to you.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
Categories:
technicians, mothers day,
Form:
Verse
Once upon a time I could change the oil and give the car a lube,
Tune the timing, change the plugs and patch an inner tube.
In days of yore I'd do simple jobs beneath the old elm tree.
Nowadays, I daren't twist a wrench without an engineer's degree!
In olden days things were simple to work on beneath the hood.
Stuff crammed under the hoods today is not at all understood!
Why! You must pull the doggone engine to fix a simple leak,
And everything is diagnosed by a smart-alecky computer geek!
Now I can't even locate the spark plugs, I must humbly confess,
And where the life-sustaining battery reposes is anybody's guess!
I must even contact the local garage to get the radiator filled.
'Tis plain to see that all is governed by the national mechanic's guild!
In simpler times the way to detect an errant rod and piston knock,
Was to put a screwdriver to your ear and listen through the block.
Nowadays, technicians lounge about with computers in their paws,
And in a trice can flesh out your automobile's ailing flaws!
Back then, I could replace brake linings and distributor caps,
Change a fan belt or replace a gasket or two perhaps.
But all these fancy gadgets are beyond me - I can't figure them out.
So I'll gnash my teeth and sit beneath the spreading elm and pout!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
technicians, funnychange,
Form:
Rhyme
I was helping a customer with her internet issues,
and remarked that before we’re done, that she will be
like one of our field technicians.
She indicated that she did not want to be a network guru.
"When pigs fly,” she said. I told her that I had read an article of a
farmer that had done just that, he was able to get his pigs to fly.
He had strapped small jet engines and wings to the backs
of his piglets, started them up and away they went.
He had them launch from the barnyard with some geese,
horses, chickens, cows and newsmen looking on.
Lead heading on the local newspaper article said,
"PIGS FLY, GOOSE IS COOKED".
The farmer was sorry that the goose was too close
to the action, but had a great victory meal..
…and the customer was laughing so much that she
didn’t notice that she had accomplished the task at
hand, and was able to get her internet up and running.
Categories:
technicians, animal, cool, farm, flying,
Form:
Free verse
My request to relay to your kinfolk
That made their journey inside Heaven's Gate
To keep a watch over one of my folk
Her parents have reserved her special date
She met all the medical needs guidelines
For the best research university
All the scientists studying her enzymes
Have expertise to do the surgery
Skilled technicians on this miracle case
All are trained to perform as a machine
All prayers are needed, for wishes of grace
Don't want any, wishes to be unseen
Spring is in the scheme for her release date
Grandpa, waits for the day I see my mate
Categories:
technicians, family, health, inspirational, love,
Form:
Free verse
Does the whole world need hearing aids
Or am I just that Dumb
I was trying to get hooked to the internet
But I was sure something was wrong
"I've got you signed up.
Now just hang up the phone
And redial the technicians
Just follow their instructions and you're on."
So I hang up the phone
Go to the computer room
And since it isn't wireless
I check out the phone jack.
Whoa, something isn't right
There is no cord to the phone jack
And thus none to the computer
By heck.
I call up the tech and he says
"Don't worry about a thing
That's my job to connect you
To the phone line."
"But" I try to say
"You don't understand I'm not connected to the phone line."
"That's my job," said he
"Just follow my directions and you will soon be."
"But I think I need help."
"That's why I'm here" said he
"I'll connect you if you
Just follow my lead."
So I shut up and he walks me through the steps,
"Just hang up the phone
And push START
And you will be on your very own."
Categories:
technicians, adventure, education, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Can we develop an App that
Produces fruits and grains?
We are a generation of
Technicians, None of us
Aspire to become Farmers.
You want your Kid to become
An Engineer or a Doctor,
Nothing Wrong but atleast
Encourage your Neighbors Kid
To become a Farmer.
Farmers are on the brink of
Extinction and I don’t want to
See Bunnies Fighting
for the Last Carrot.
Lets pledge to save our planet
And inspire some kids
To become Future Farmers.
There’s no shame in being a Farmer!
Categories:
technicians, farm, food, inspirational, kid,
Form:
Free verse
KP: With embellishment aborted,
sidewalk and street talk wail from paper.
Tears vividly seen because cursive one's don't wipe away.
An intrinsic institution allergic to plagiarized allegiance,
we're born and bred to bleed blue from womb, and the wound.
Traits of our soul incarcerated in a pen case
presenting selfies that speak volume without an impediment.
Lingual masseuses with mischief marinating, depending on
which taste of epic we prefer.
We write to pulverize color barriers because underneath the shell
tethered laughter is majority. Lumen repair technicians
dimming differences, a cultural mend from cultured men
adjoined through their pen.
Siamese artistes with an umbilical transporting manna from our
third eye to feed the famine.
Brother of mine, break bread with your pen
RL: I too do not wish to embellish
So I place my ear upon the sidewalk of discovery
For I wish to hear the colour of your steps
Our souls are meant to breathe upon paper
The fibres of the papyrus bleed into our convoluted minds
as we give of our panicked moments
Ours is a calmed darkness
A mimicking hope
Yesterday flows over tomorrowed possibilities
as we attempt to rewrite answers to those questions never asked
Differences float above our commonality
So we choose to dive below the surface
For beneath our papered skin resides the hearts of free men
Paper converted by pen becomes flesh
The bond of brotherhood
Tethered between minds
Transported beyond societies perceived differences
For we choose to anoint our spirits in blue ink!
Thanks Keith for joining me in this creative adventure.
It is a pleasure to write with such a talented writer.
Written by: Keith Papyrus & Richard Lamoureux
September 25, 2015
Categories:
technicians, emotions, friendship, thanksgiving,
Form:
Free verse
Adroit Android
Somewhere between the outer limits and twilight zone
Operating within acceptable parameters of functionality
Sam Android, according to his name plate
Etched along his metallic neck and back
Came from outer space with an agenda
He did not come to serve mankind
He did not come in peace, either
This android had something other on his mind
Programmed by another species
In their image and intelligence
Sam Android gathered information of a certain kind
Reconnaissance of metals is what he is exploring
Shopping for refined alloys and powders
Our scientists wanted to dissect him like a bug
To see what makes it tick with little love and lots of tricks
Androids do not like to be touched by strangers
Clearly printed in the manual he came with
Our technicians studied it and everything found on his space ship
Before they flipped its switch and turned him on
Once activated, there was no off switch, no turning back
Sam had two bright cobalt eyes that came alive
Absorbed everything in sight
In that cold and calculating way of extraterrestrials
It moved quickly with precision and intellectualism
In a nice calm voice it told the soldiers and scientists to move back
When they did not, and by the way, it only said it once
Then opened fire with a laser gun
Penetrated all the walls of the facility of knowledge and higher study
We learned a potent lesson about adroit androids from outer space
They are clever, savvy, do not like to be touched
Or say things twice
We must listen to our cosmic friend
Who could not have been more succinct and clear
Before it blew our buildings and men away
He came here for the metals and other alloys
Communicating with eloquence and in good form
Androids are adroit, programmed that way
Categories:
technicians, adventure, computer, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
alone inside with me, less than inspirational
so look out for the more interesting folk
momentary excitement, the fiery motivational
beyond the familiar, to stoke and provoke
daydream departure from mundane conversational
adventures cocooned in my warm cosy cloak
cool charismatic characters, charming skills to admire
the wily wheelers, the dubious dealers
the mighty movers, the shuffling shakers, to these I aspire
delvers of science, the body-mind healers
frisky purveyors of seduction spray fuel to the fire
risky game chancers, the common sense stealers
suspenders of disbelief, poetic weavers of word
jovial jugglers of juxtaposition
addicted acquisitors, spinners shifting the absurd
fabulous fakers, deceptive magician
image presenters, dark or backlit, focused or blurred
sculptors of form, instrumental musician
composers of melody, glorious singers of song
whatever the stage, great performers of art
athletic achievers stretching stubbornly strong
rhythmic dynamo dancers moving close or apart
food-feeding salivators, their tasty pleasures prolong
delightful set dishes or delicious a la carte
whether imbibed on its own or in good company enjoyed
the brewer, the vintner, the masters of malt
innovative designers, architects of structure and void
the philosopher's stone, comfort-zone assault
insightful free thinkers, long-held paradigms destroyed
tall storytelling teachers without fear of fault
mathematical manipulators of numbers and code
quantum diving or high-flying to the stars
engineering fabricators, tunnel, bridge, rail and road
crazy drivers and loop-turning avatars
tinkering technicians, ecologists with wisdom bestowed
planners of protest, the remover of scars
inspirational givers, those with just the skill of their bent
empathy crossing over to be by your side
the meek, the afflicted, those who can ill-afford the rent
the refugee fleer from our wars worldwide
safety seekers, brave rational people with lives to augment
as we build indifferent walls... hope denied!
Categories:
technicians, character, inspirational, life, motivation,
Form:
Verse
The cost of living collided to the sky and plus claustrophobia minus class of cloud equal to clerk count to countries and Kiribati. I live to love the lovable and to live with laughable to laudable and laundry plus yard to the Yankees family. I stop to think and thank the technology.
Life is too short to be conditioned class of clauses to calm the camouflage to candle plus the Suez Canal to clandestine. It clears the clan to bookworms. I touch the logo to the bank of Bangkok.
Run in the rain so that you train by the grains to green line and desktop to dockyard plus document to illegal and illegitimate actions. He chews gum to China. He rests by the tree to try to be enough to him. Honest earn the animation to amateur.
Line to lemonade, let me know if you care to call to Kalahari desert and condemn conquerors that you control to contact clergy to collect college degree to dig hole to hold up to Hollywood star.
You sound happy to hatred and rudeness to rodent to the duke of Sierra Leone. Tornado torments my thought to help technicians with strategy temple of temptation. The cannabis to bunch of drugs addicts to grow corn by the corner of the road.
My roundabout rings bell to eliminate all form of bellicose. I rush to Lisa Russell to witness glory and gun down the gamblers. We scout to stallion to start stalwart to solidification. I move to smell the night air with an apple on my right hand pen on the left to talk to the night. I feel covered in silhouette.
Categories:
technicians, art, beautiful, inspirational,
Form:
ABC
"CARE TO SHARE. I ALWAYS SAY"
I sat in the green booger today,
reading and waiting.
I lit my cigarette and let the smoke
make love to everything it touched.
there was a pep boys auto service
to the right of me and music blared
out of the garages: sweet home
Alabama and I swear.
dreadful combination if you ask me
but to the technicians inside, just a
distraction until it's time to go home
and tickle their whores.
my cigarette eventually came down
to the filter and as I turned the page,
my mouth opened and a sneeze shot
out like a German celebrating a victory
the moment their tank hatch opened.
it was then, I let out a hot and steamy
passing of gas.
I looked around to see if anyone was
there to hear or smell it but I was alone.
the music had stopped and I knew that
I'd have to wait for another opportunity
to create this perfect combination of
mucus
and gas.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-21-2016
Categories:
technicians, fire, funny, sick, today,
Form:
Free verse
Blessed are those that study English for they shall bite their tongues in order to pronounce
words.
Blessed are the Mathematicians for they shall calculate how stars came into existence.
Blessed are the I.R.K.(Islamic Religious Knowledge) students for they shall know the amount
of nots and lines in the Qu’ran.
Blessed are the C.R.K.(Christian Religious Knowledge) students for they shall memorize and
summarize the Bible.
Blessed are the Agriculturists for they shall plough and make ringes on the moon.
Blessed are the Historians for they shall have the opportunity to tell lies on what they do not
see.
Blessed are the Biologists for they shall find the amount of the heart beat of a living thing
from birth on earth.
Blessed are the Fine Artists for they shall draw the Kann Scape of heaven.
Blessed are the Economists for they shall save every kobo over a century.
Blessed are the Commerce students for they shall one day buy and sell in the Ozone Layer.
Blessed are the Home Management and Clothing and Textile students for they serve clothes
to the sun, moon and stars.
Blessed are the Food and Nutritionists for they serve food to the planets in the sky.
Blessed are the Chemistry students for they shall one day resolve human beings.
Blessed are those studying Literature for they shall one day write on how God was made.
Blessed are the Geographers for they shall burn in the atmosphere in an attempt to travel to
the sun.
Blessed are the Technicians for they shall construct houses, roads and bridges on the sun.
Blessed are the Physicists for they shall one day make the earth bounce and dance.
Categories:
technicians, funnyday, religious, day, food,
Form:
Light Verse