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Control, Alt, Delete
If I could control life
from some alternative universe,
I'd delete you out of it.
You try to control and manipulate others
With your alternate version of the truth,
but all you seem to manage is killing--
Killing love, killing hope, killing self-esteem
deleting all the joy that was.
Control, Alt, Delete
Sorry, you no longer have a valid username or
password for this heart.
Don't bother applying for a new user account.
I'm done with your using.
Access Denied.
Control, Alt, Delete
I've logged you out.
Out of my heart,
Out of my head,
Out of my life.
Your poison will no longer control my life. I'm tired,
Tired of your petty attempts at manipulation.
Tired of all the one-sided care.
We cannot alter the truth.
You cannot delete your careless words
or hurtful actions.
Control, Alt, Delete
It's time to shut this relationship down.
It's time to change
status
Ignore user(s)
Block caller
Deny access
All codes changed.
If I could control life
from some alternative universe,
I'd delete you out of it.
Control, Alt, Delete
Shutdown
But perhaps,
I just did.
Sincerely,
Heart Administrator.
(Written for a World Opem Poetry Mic challenge to be read on 11/27/2015)
Patterns of our past may or may not
reveal that the die has been cast.
However, such revelations may give
clues to the real you.
When navigating the path of our dreams,
we long to unravel and make sense of every
scene. We remember the visions we had seen.
While gazing into the rear, it becomes clear that indeed,
we strutted upon the stage of life and did our best
to execute our plans, but discovered that it is
The Lord who orders our steps.
Although sincere in our prior pursuits, upon such
discovery, we are pleased to learn who we really are
And what The Master Designer had in mind when He
Made us. It is then when we become really free,
Because we have seen the pattern that God made
For us.
We learn that we are not a builder but an architect,
Not an explorer but a producer, not a leader but an
Administrator, not a speaker but a writer. You have
Always had eyes, but now you see clearly.
Often that is when the drive to excel is altered.
Our ambitions are redefined. Our inward being is
inspired afresh and like a well-watered flower, we
are renewed and begin to blossom where we have
been properly planted, and thrive again.
Michelle LaVaughn Robinson Obama, our first African American first lady has her own accomplishments which far exceed what she had dreamed of when she was a little girl in Chicago. She has been a lawyer, university administrator, writer, and advocate. She has won a grammy award, shorty award, and Nickelodean Kid’s Choice award. She is multi-talented, presidential enough to be elected president herself. She has shown grace, confidence and beauty in the face of every challenge. Her husband Barack and her children Malia and Sasha are proud of her and her accomplishments. “I always tell young girls to surround yourself with goodness,” she is quoted. “I learned early on how to get haters out of my life.”
She is the vision of assertive womanhood.
michelle obama
role model to young women
grace personified
Once there was a Master that was put on hold
The one keeping the green safe felt this was very cold
“We are trying to contact you!”
“About an issue that said the Master was through”
With the phone in the ear Augusta the assistant
Was forced just to listen
Acting very honest not needing a mask
The recording entertainment was the office work task
Seconds went by then minutes
And Augusta screamed ‘we are not getting into it’
“The Master is in the office waiting
And you have not picked up my call, I am stating”
Then there was a click
And a voice came on real quick
“The Master wants to speak
About this delay that is supposed to take weeks”
“We are sorry for this awful scar
On your century old spring tradition whose course is designed by a small word like par”
Okay the Master agreed to wait
With the goal everything in the end will be made straight
Hanging up the phone
Everyone was feeling alone
The Master needed to make that call
In order to be able to stand tall
When one is put on hold
It’s not due to being cold
There were people in front of the Master
Needing things done faster
Knowing it was all right to take time to administrator a shot
Using the fair way to get a good spot
And once the delay leaves the hazard
A major issue will be in tatters
The Master should carry on with the driving club
Realizing in the end patience will make it a success not a dud
If I suffer from an affliction
If I stutter
If my grammar is gutteral
If the words I utter
Failed English at School
Sorry I am not cool
Pity me or the fool
Who uses education as tool
To dismiss what I write
Because it is not spelt or gramatically correct
As you supersede the common collective
Consciousness up for discussion
My feeble poem tried to address
Your disregarding says it best
Speaks volumes
Look at me
Mother Superior
Administrator of the Interior
Sub Editor for closed book's
That overlooks
And overseas
Conservative committees
In self righteous sicophantic indignation
No correlation can unearth
Or has no worth
For the meek
Who seek
To interject
Blazers and Ties
Ivy institutions for fear of exclusion
Poison classes wood trenches
Desks protect from xenophobic zeitgeists
That conform to questioning
This should be against the laws of nature
Heavy snow in late March should be banned
Just when our anxious hearts start to lighten
This blast creates another winter wasteland
This unsteady mind of mine just can't take it
What seems more like half a year of winter
It just drags on and on till time ceases
Sure would like to talk with the administrator
Okay maybe I should relax a wee bit more
But the frozen north can be a bit much
Too late at my advanced age to be concerned
But oldies can sometimes lose touch
Sorry for causing concern but says we care
Will try to relax more and “Let it be”
Sounds like an old Beatles hit from the past
They were the absolute one and only
I have worked in ten schools as a school counselor.
I have had twelve administrators over twenty-seven years.
This one was the quintessential ridiculous administrator.
Let’s call her Dorothy Doo Wrong.
Dorothy Doo Wrong compartmentalized grades 3rd-5th.
It ensures that the teachers never get to bond with their class.
It is impossible to bond with children you only see half the time.
Dorothy Doo Wrong says no matter what you are supposed to say
“You are not in trouble.”
Teachers need to practice this, for the times that a student might
hit someone, hurt someone, or kill someone.
And you should never act angry.
I was doing lunch duty once when a child put another child in a head lock.
It thought he was going to choke him to death before I could get there.
He argued with me in a yelling way when I told him to go to the office.
When I used a walkie-talkie to say “child has another child in headlock,
I am sending him to the office, DDW said “okay.”
Two seconds later a child in the lunchroom threw food.
I picked up the walkie talkie and said “Sending student to office for throwing food.
Dorothy Doo Wrong yelled “I AM COMING DOWN THERE!”
She came with the head lock choking kid. Gave him another chance.
Later I was told she LOST her COOL when head lock choker did it again
and then the food-thrower threw food.
Wish I could have been there.
The story about doors mostly hidden
to keep elusions not forbidden
Doors that shape shift to ones liking
inherited desire so very inviting
Monument entrance royal fanfare
for the narcissist and all its care
Procrastinated sand castle melt
instant illusion dopamine felt
Door of complacency in odd shape
reality check ups and its take
Misty clouds as entrance of fame
profound words so valuable same
Automatic doors for the manipulator
pride of the patriotic administrator
Time slip passage to excess gadget
wasting no time pageant
Self-chain establishments hooks
sacrificing success stories in books
Echoes from the doors of eternity
little true established certainty
Squeaky little garden gate
humble souls knowing their fate
Do you want the door open or shut?
This is an administrator, asking me.
“It is up to her, “ I say, indicating the six-year-old.
She takes her time, making up her mind.
Loving the power.
Finally saying “leave it open a little bit.”
When the admin leaves, the child shuts the door.
Gives me a wide smile.
I smile back.
As we play with Play Dough she tells me her life story.
I ask if she has a grandmother, she does.
Where does she live?
You know that brown house with the red car?
I nod my head.
Because it is easier.
“If you see a man in skinny clothes going in there
And he looks like he is going to watch old people TV
That is my uncle.”
I ask what Old People TV is.
Black and white stuff.
I have been wanting to make you into Play Dough for a long time.
I remind her that we have just met.
I am going to make you into a sports girl, she says.
Here is your tummy.
I tell her I have a big one and she makes it bigger.
When I take her back to class she cannot stop hugging me.
I have worked in ten schools as a school counselor.
I have had twelve administrators over twenty-seven years.
This one was the quintessential ridiculous administrator.
Let’s call her Dorothy Doo Wrong.
Dorothy Doo Wrong compartmentalized grades 3rd-5th.
This ensures teachers never get to bond with their class.
It is impossible to bond with children you only see half the time.
Dorothy Doo Wrong says no matter what you are supposed to say
“You are not in trouble.”
Teachers need to practice this, for the times that a student might
hit someone, hurt someone, or kill someone.
And you should never act angry.
I was doing lunch duty once when a child put another child in a head lock.
It thought he was going to choke him to death before I could get there.
He argued with me in a yelling way when I told him to go to the office.
When I used a walkie-talkie to say “child has another child in headlock,
I am sending him to the office, DDW said “okay.”
Two seconds later a child in the lunchroom threw food.
I picked up the walkie talkie and said “Sending student to office for throwing food.
Dorothy Doo Wrong yelled “I AM COMING DOWN THERE!”
She came with the head lock choking kid. Gave him another chance.
Later I was told she LOST her COOL when head lock choker did it again
and then the food-thrower threw food.
Wish I could have been there.