Memories of Darkness
A judgment of the past: where we’ve locked our dark halves.
Between grief and grace. The choice we made along the way.
Yet fixated on latent fears of losing face.
These thoughts weigh heavily, lounging with those inner chat voices.
No one hears me, even if they are standing in proximity.
It was the day the sun refused to shine, under a pale moonlight.
Playing broken mind games: in an apocalyptic futurist survival mood.
Standing in your circle of circumstances, brought to you by time, stops.
A zone within their corporation to find a way out of the cessation.
The world we choose out of ?context, only karma knows.
Locked inside this merry-go-round, screaming at shadows.
Of letting yourself down. For an end to this suffering.
Now those voices are so loud that everyone else is whispering.
American marriage from the beginning is like a business, a corporation, a foundation, a family.
American marriage historically, was formed with the consent of the couple and of the family, making plans to live in success.
An American marriage was the seed that bloomed into a family, of children and an example for all to see.
Back in the day, I read of how the church would also help in making couples understand all of the ways a marriage could be successful.
American marriage, is like a stone foundation, that is put down for building a strong family that will leave memories and legacy for all to read and see for all the generations to see and learn from.
Learning about American marriage stories, and having clear understanding, will lead to America having success and love for the many to see.
American marriage is a blessing from God, giving much joy to all, making our days have joy, living in God’s blessing and union in love.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always, may we shine bright with our prayers and works while in this lifetime.
Everyone has their ups and downs
sometimes you win sometimes you lose
come to a crossroads there's no knowing
which is the best path to choose
funny how the way to work gets longer every day
while the road to you is shorter by a mile
it don't make me late it's not the job I hate
and thoughts of you always always make me smile
but about my boss there's really nothing nice to say
with his workers working hard at not working at all
my co-workers shirkers lurkers each and every one
but then I have you to look forward to
when the daily race is run
and the working day is done
everyone has their ins and outs
some days are good some days are bad
go out on a limb and there's no telling
it may be the best day you ever had
everyone wants a happy ending
and I look forward to our rendezvous
my heart knows which route to go
it only shows the road to you
How many times have I been,
or perceived to have been,
the victim of cruelty or injustice,
which I tolerated,
as I felt it was necessary to survive
or, if not to survive,
to maintain a minimum standard of living -
as a child,
as a sick person,
as a subordinate in a corporation?
How did it make me feel?
Angry.
How did it work out when I expressed my anger?
Poorly.
Hence, much of my life was lived
through a clenched jaw.
Which doesn't seem pleasant.
Is there another way?
Philosophy?
Religion?
Forgiveness?
Acceptance?
Reassessing when I must compromise?
Learning a new way to communicate -
civil, yet uncompromising?
I wonder.
Carton Character Clerihew
12.8.25
Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse
wanted to buy a fancy estate house
went scurrying to a corporation bank
found it full of greedy glitzy hanks !
A district in the south
On the coastline it has graced
Is a well established charter
Ancient roots from which it’s based
The symbol of the city
Placed on the Corporation seal
That Latin script around the edge
Enshrines the common weal
A pair of towers at the Port
Consolidate the fort
Allowing commerce to flow forth
For there’s more tea to import
The glowing harbour waves
Drift in from the sea
They travel under bridges
Along the River Lee
Few today remember well
It was on a sunny June day
When this city seal was embraced
By the martyred JFK
Least we not forget
The motto that is his
Invoked now, forever more
‘Statio Bene Fida Carinis’
"By the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find,"
kindness is a necessary handkerchief:
convex lips to meet mine with gentle understanding
words that tenderize as a snarling babe sedated by mother's milk
Please wait for me there
never minding fallen appearances
spider veins spindled in my corporation - bogus skins -
depleted gums, haunted eyes
Extend a posy, a leaf of scripture, a lump of sugar
be impressed at the flounce of this wisteria skirt
and silver-studded circulation stockings
in remembrance of my blush
Large and in highway charge
Highway power
Hour by Hour
A name among giants
The Greyhound bus name started as a car
Miles after Miles the bus company has gone far
It surrounds go in travel and us
Full of promise through the years of passenger transportation
Plenty of history information
The Greyhound Bus was once a Fortune 500 known as the Greyhound Corporation
Precision in road schedule
Timing being just right
Day and Night
Bus wheels still are turning
1914 to present
The Greyhound dog stretched trademark represent
Highway friend
The pioneers Anderson and Wickman who gave the Greyhound bus its start
They saw the highway vision
Broken up into division
The hound dog attention
Giving the buses that certain effect
Greyhound bus move
Years of prove
History made and still continuing
As dust kicks up in the wind behind any Greyhound bus
Another journey into the sunrise and sunset
Never ending chapter
Go Greyhound and Leave the Driving to us
Love affair
Heart to heart transactions in the air
It was a large Banking Corporation Office Tower in New York City
Eyes met
Tony and Regina’s dating set
No With drawl
Tony and Regina worked as Temps for the same agency
Worked in different departments within Investment Management Group of Stocks and Bonds
There was definitely a love thing
However, it was noticeable and plenty of observation
A regular employee of the bank stated, “Tony and Regina have romance going on
It didn’t matter, love was love
I can assure you, Tony and Regina felt it was everything to think of
They even went to Bloomingdale’s 59 and they joked around
In fact, there was this long dinner table fit for a mansion, and Tony played like he was rich and having an elegant affair, and it was a sensation
Not only was Regina impressed, there was an audience that wasn’t expected
Applaud love and Regina behind it
Nonetheless, love story genuine
Suddenly love took a down turn
Not on Regina’s part as my temp assignment had come to an end that day
Regina was out sick
We were so busy dating, and never exchanged phone numbers
Heart struck
Love search
I can't believe you don't believe
we just rolled passed your fenced in home
But we left something behind
People looking and thinking if we're their kind
I feel like a clown
Then you pretend We're not around
People know where they are
Savoir faire the only suite to wear
The demands of workers
Silent pockets of greedy corporations
You can reach down you'll be found
Knee deep in butterfly farts
How can I stand behind him
Memories of alien foot prints
Deep in the woods
Where only I exists
A man called many things but not called you
Different times of his life
Like chickadees mobbing a blackbird
Dont lean on me
I stand half fallen
Being torn from my beliefs
Seeing nothing come out
The machine is not working
They don't dance anymore
But its just like nothing happened
I don't want to be part
Part of this shadow
Part of a life
That knows kind
But won't ever find time
We got too much pride
It's just another day
At the Butter Exchange
Is grand commerce in motion
Yet be under no illusion
Of the merchant’s potion
‘Clip, Clop,’
Go horses’ shoes
On the cobble stones of Lancaster Quay
From nearby office windows
Proprietors observe with glee
The little children of Sunday’s Well
Are taught a well-known adage
That they must hold their balance
Whilst traversing Daly’s Bridge
Great ships unload boxes of tea
Outside the Customs House
Bringing Ceylon’s finest
To the financier’s spouse
When evening strikes
The Savings Bank closes
And across the river
An alderman’s motion proposes
The Corporation tram
Carries the workers to dinner
Their journey brightened
By a passing street singer
Yet throughout the city
Lies an abundance of misery
A reminder of poverty
And economic bewitchery
A nation's demise
Women's rights are at a crossroads, the right to go up to the top in any corporation, sit at the table making decisions that might be useful for the firm, but unsafe
for the society impressed by the powerful.
The highest accolade, often overlooked, is to give birth to a new life, only a woman can do this, but we appear
to forget what is important
The continuation of human life.
Women, married or not ought to have four children if civil life as we know it is continuing, that means a society must free women economically to pursue this
noble aim; not as mere breeders, but loved members of
our nation,
Abortion is killing the nations in Europe, we must understand this before we end up a minority and a culture alien to us
No woman should have to go through a pang of regret
when the embryo, before it is conscious, is robbed of the chance of becoming a child.
From the collection, “The Unknown Writer.” 2019
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God bless you all.
not only a few times
had I sketched
the pattern of your smile
in every swaying leaf
in every waning moonlight
in every wandering clouds
blowing softly to the west
but I ,
I couldn't sketch
the pattern of the wonder
in your deep brown eyes
and the secret sigh
you gently cast away
when you asked me a question
and I answered with conviction
Rewritten this March 10, 2022
For "The Throwback Challenge Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
Judged--N/A
Notes: This poem was one of my earliest poems written in 1994. Written during our " Partnership and Corporation Law" class. My professor was a perfect model for an oil-on-canvas portrait. But instead of sketching him, this poem was born and it was followed by some little poems which where published in our university publication," The Democrat".
We all pay for dumbing down
educational standards all around
from thriving metropolis to sleepy small town
Incompetency reigns throughout customer service
Doctors' inaccurate diagnoses make patients nervous
Corporation mission statements, worthless lip service
It starts in the classroom, where teachers won't demand
if you want to say something, first raise your hand
Then later on, when rampant cheating's ignored
which leads to society's ox getting gored
So, let's stand up to teacher union's bureaucracy
Their idea of excellence - in truth, mediocrity
Insist on high standards, from grade one through university
and say No! to preference based on 'diversity'
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