company memos are flowing out
escaping like fireflies in July
overly communicative
no confidences now
leaking information
losing credibility and integrity
hoping for likeability
worlds worst employee
no confidentiality
lack of professionalism
she has put our company at risk
jeopardizes our future and her own
Categories:
likeability, work,
Form: Free verse
I dreamed my way here
I’ve had my cringe moments
I feel pressure, I lose perspective
I’ve wholeheartedly failed
I misspeak, underthink, overreact
I try to do the right thing
the right thing isn’t always clear
I’ve tried to hold on
I’ve let go with grace
I’ve charged ahead
I’ve stepped aside
I self-sabotage, then try to do better
I’ve self-consciously retreated
I’ve stood up for others
I’ve backed down and apologized
I’ve rinsed and repeated
I’m a chameleon, but I’ve never been perfect
I’ve under-reacted to challenges
I’ve overreacted to the ordinary
I devalue likeability
I indulge the language of play
I share my human experience
I don’t know what else to say.
Categories:
likeability, career, confusion, emotions, extended
Form: Free verse
Maybe just maybe I am and always
have been an
Undiagnosed
Apoplectically archetypal orthodox
Dislexic
Who unfortunately tried to spell
it out to anyone willing to listen
But obviously my words came out
all mixed up and wrong
So I never made any sense whether
that was or be
Whether scribbled down profusely and
indiscriminately on paper
Or spoken word of mouth thinking
other's could follow my train of thought
Which I perceived to be a well thought
out intelligent engaging conversation
Only to find out later people were only
merely placating and appeasing me
Because the one thing and defining characteristic I did have going for
me and on my side
Was that I what and while I lacked
in certain regards and area's
I somehow made up for in charisma
and sense of humor which manifested
in the guise of likeability
And the reason I used to get away
with things I never should have been
able to
But hey if they wanted to assume and
presume that of me
And they themselves opened up that
avenue of excuse for me to abuse
Then why on on wouldn't I take full
advantage and prey upon it
Categories:
likeability, 2nd grade,
Form: Free verse
She is a willing listener
Imagine being able to confide without fear
Many people have told her their stories
Private thoughts are kept confidential
Likeability factor is at an all-time high
Exceptional way of not giving you advice
Her willingness to listen is appreciated
Openness is her middle name
Never have to carefully choose our words
Each person feels honored to tell their tale to her
She knows when to keep her ideas to herself
Trusting her is easy
We like being validated
Outstanding is her ability to empathize
Meaningful conversation
Accepting is her go-to way
Never have we felt so understood and appreciated
Categories:
likeability, friend, friendship, woman, women,
Form: Acrostic
Come closer, dearie, and let me tell you
About a cleansing concept, I know that is true
It revitalizes and freshens your likeability too
A concept that starts with a clean slate overdo,
You can start all sparkly and dazzling, giving a coo.
A resounding theme which is clearly the opposite of boo hoo
We are all starting with a diamond fresh page with no goo.
A clean white pristine canvas. Of course, the concept is new.
A happy fresh start, clean, and joyful, a do-over for you!
Categories:
likeability, new year,
Form: Free verse
Courageously creative
Likeability factor through the roof
Intelligent and interesting
Carefully comments with feeling
Heartfelt poetry that grabs your soul
Enthusiastically excited about other’s works
Person who is willing to read and critique
Elevates others by listening
Nirvana is closer to his poetry than earth ever was
Needing a lift? Friend him.
Awesome writer who helps others
Marvelous friend and uplifter
Exceptional poet
Categories:
likeability, tribute,
Form: Acrostic
I have heard the lawyers say this all week
In elevators, in the hallway, in the restroom.
They say it in whispers, but still they say it.
It is something they never say.
Don’t let her get on the stand.
She is the defendant.
Accused of murdering her husband and her sister.
She looks plain, unassuming, not the criminal type.
I think they are all nuts.
They should let her testify.
She might save herself.
I meet the defendant myself on Tuesday.
She is not nice.
I looked for every redeemable quality.
Did not find any.
Now I get it.
She has a zero likeability factor.
Categories:
likeability, light,
Form: Prose Poetry
The drunk
When drunk he is expansive tell jokes
Others find insulting give vent for his opinions
That is not asked for; suddenly he is offended
With what someone said and with drunken
Dignity leaves.
When he is sober, he much regrets what
He had said the day before and walk
In streets strange in the hope of not meeting
Anyone he knows they will see him for what
he is a rather modest, shy man who never
Grasps it is what people prefer, his likeability
and not the opinionated drunk with a bottle
of beer in his hands.
Categories:
likeability, anger, art, blessing, books,
Form: Blank verse
I wanted to tell you how magnificent you were.
Your laugh, your smile, the way you said hello to everyone.
I wanted to run up to you and say “You are glamorous!”
I wanted to say “I love you!” because I loved your spirit.
I admired your reckless fearlessness. I wanted to be like you.
But I was shy, and timid, and intimidated by your gloriousness.
So I did not do it.
I wanted to.
Boy, did I want to.
I started to twice, but you waved and said “Hi,” and I could not do it.
You were too TOO.
A bit after high school, you were missing for four months.
Your body was found in the trunk of your car with a rope around your neck.
I was horrified, angry with myself.
For not telling you.
For not being brave enough.
I was so damned angry with me.
For not being brave enough to tell you that I loved everything about you.
Your enthusiasm. Your smile. Your personality. Your likeability.
Your prettiness, your willingness to include everybody!
I guess you know now.
You can read this in heaven where you are no doubt lighting up the angel’s world.
Categories:
likeability, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
If poetry were a man
And he would be a man
As he exhibits all the symptoms of the most haunting members of that sex
On the one hand, a near-crippling arrogance, yet balanced by great likeability
He dons black vintage t-shirts and a bomber jacket
A girl in a red halter lights his cigarette
He drinks espresso as lesser men drink water
And the night, the beautiful night, is his.
With us, his poets, he intrudes with a strange codependence
And we respond with ready affinity
His favorite time to visit is 3 am
Drunk, of course.
We make the coffee
And as he sobers, he tells the most wonderful stories
As we wait, pen in hand.
Categories:
likeability, beauty, poems, poetess, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Partisanship hinders compromise
Oblivious voters put cronies into power
Likeability trumps substance
Idiotic commentators bicker
Tension builds amongst the people
Idealouges pollute the system
Charming individuals manipulate
Society falls apart
Categories:
likeability, angst, freedom, history, political,
Form: Acrostic
Beautiful innocence, purity plain and true is fleeting
Spent the honest face of likeability that wore the thin veneer of naivety
Forgotten the simple control of ratiocination, it has gone.
To be seen and heard, to be adored has become a primary focus, a purpose
“Listen to me, I’ve nothing to say”.
Jargon, so annoying, the argot so cloying
Phrases falling thick and abstruse
Self-respect adds pace to the celerity of idiocy
Suffocating sycophants arrive
Needing to be heard by one and by all
Surrounded by yes and no
Encircled with friends but friendless
At home but alone, minds clouded by the void
Told what to say, and love and do and who
Care less of others opinion, a talent blind and envious
Believing themselves eloquent sophisticats, nothing but empty headed morons
They could fill a room with words and not know their meaning, nor spell them
Not realising how vacuous and unnecessary they’ve become
Their inanity is an insult to the inane
Hate them, despise them. Want to be like them.
Categories:
likeability, angst, confusion, people,
Form: Free verse