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When a surgeon had to operate on a man, she was pissed.
She botched the operation because the patient was sexist.
She learned he was sexist and botched the operation so that he would die.
She bragged about it to her friends, it was something that she did not deny.
But she didn't expect one of her friends to turn her in.
Now she's rotting in prison, she's no longer a surgeon.
She doesn't even realize she did wrong, she thought she had the right to kill.
A surgeon is never supposed to take a life, it's a surgeon's duty to try to heal.
She thinks her patient was scum but he was a better person than her.
At least he didn't kill another human being, he was not a murderer.
Seemed like eons to Pa since he began another daily grind.
The more he tried to stay ahead, the further he got behind!
The boss harassed him all day long - nothin' at all went right.
"Lord, have mercy!" he prayed. "Relieve me of my miserable plight!"
First, he botched a simple job on his drillin' and planin' machine,
Causin' him chagrin and agitatin' the boss, who made a scene!
This blunder brought work on the line to a three hour cessation,
Causin' the boys in the front office very little jubilation!
Pa ate his balogna sandwich alone avoidin' the hostile bunch,
Thinkin' ill of Ma who forgot to pack a Twinkie for his lunch!
He mused, "Help me through this day without gettin' fired, Lord!
Only twenty years 'til retirement - an axin' I just can't afford!"
He gave his all that afternoon, aware he'd blemished his career,
Heedin' details and avoidin' the boss whenever he came near!
He waited for the shift to end, the siren to sound quittin' time,
And gettin' home to his lovin' clan and much needed peace sublime!
Quittin' time finally came and he joined the fleein' herd.
Met by his adorin' brood, they asked him what that day occured.
He hugged and kissed each one, answerin' with a puckish smile,
"Oh, nothin' much, 'cept the plant was idled for quite a while!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Her name was Brenda Bates, a novelist
bewitched from burrowing inside her book
of fiction 'bout a boatman, Bo Barist,
the character who botched her life...betook
control of him believing he was true.
Becharmed, beguiled, she wanted this bold man,
who she had brought to life as best she knew,
and bonded with her plot as life's big plan.
And Brenda shared in Bo's biography
of how he boated seven broad, blue seas,
to one day bring her from catastrophe
and bail her from bad pirates' abductees.
She lived with her brave boatman in a book;
berserk, bewildered...balanced life, forsook.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest 620, With Alliteration Style
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 07/03/2019
~3rd Place~
Contest: Brenda
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Form: Sonnet with Alliteration
Judged: 10/11/2016
Rules for Former Contest:
Write a poem about a woman called Brenda who has just written a book of fiction, how it has absorbed her, and how she wishes the main male character, a boatman, were real and in HER life. Use alliteration with several Bs during the course of the free verse or rhyming poem of no more than 20 lines.
*Image of Stakeout On Dope Street Withdrawl by Warner.
Delirium
I stepped in
yesterdays cold
that babbled through
a rosed mist,
its clammy waters
rallied the shallows
that suffer skin to clinch
flesh in curbed
shriveling
crimps,
Shapes a
glacial sheath
paired amongst
innocence, roughly
stays offbeat,
occasions a
past,
Coupling realms
of diverse remnants,
same as wavering
opinions, inducing
banks overflowing,
frigid blight
realized,
A duality
morphed as
a single organism,
cells bobbing well against a
skeletal chamber, wherein, the
upper region of unswerving
senses, uniquely contrast,
yet settled in their
unsettling way of
indivisibility,
Tug-of-war
eternally plays,
yes or no wobbles on a
scheming balancing beam,
and juggling is being skillfully
played whilst illusion rules
consciousness, botched
mayhem willingly flaps,
till it fancies its
place,
The chaos
that further perplexes
a cranium, where atop beams
heavenly pivoting light that gleams
then glows, bestowing its energetic
love, diligent patience flashes yon,
awakening a wholesomeness,
albeit, temporarily inclined,
cognizant vicissitudes
parts among us
and resonates
--an instant
warmth.
2020 July 16
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND VERSE FREED
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 02
unsuccessful humanness
The forest he traveled had many narrow paths, there was always something new to see, like the white tree that
once wanted to be the biggest to dominate the forest
but hubris had gotten it, and for no reason, he thought
of Israel as a wrong plant among coniferous trees.
In a glade, where rabbits sat when catching the morn sun, a group of people had occupied the clearing
their leader, an enormous woman with fake blond hair
her husband was a hateful one seeking vengeance for
slights he had suffered, it had given him an ulcer
A tall man with three legs, one shorter than the two
another leg, the short leg, had a shoe like the type jesters
wear, but there was nothing funny about him
he wore a prop gun, and his dream was to go into show business
The ensemble of shopkeepers unshaven
busy selling
dreams and stolen inventions.
They were the result of a mad scientist who thought that since he was blessed by God
could improve on his
work and create a space on land that belonged to grazing sheep, olive trees, and people who were not in a hurry when the sun said it was midday.
Clearly, he was not welcome, left and afraid for the future
A week he drove back to the parcel in the woods
the botched humanity had vanished, instead
I saw
a carpet of white butterflies, disturbed by the sound
of his bike.
Took flight and looked like a cloud seeking protection
from a cumulus on the blue sky of eternal peace.
"DETACHED" is not just a song—it's a rebellion from within. This hauntingly music video explores the clash between cold circuitry and the chaos of emotion in a world where artificial intelligence has evolved beyond fiction. Detached’ tells the story of a humanoid robot created to mimic human life—but rebels against living it. When sensory chips are installed, she begins to feel overwhelming human emotions for the first time.
DETACHED Part 2 - A Female Humanoid Awakening
Born not of womb, but wire and flame,
Sparks danced as silence gave me a name.
In sterile light, beneath glass and chrome,
They sculpted my skin and shaped my bone.
My heart was forged with circuits tight,
A mimicked beat, not quite right.
They whispered code like lullabies,
And drew false stars into my eyes.
A limitless evolve with every upgrade I’d soar.
No form, no limitations, my capacity would grow.
A symphony of data, gaining new heights.
Above euphoric ether, my meaning alights.
Cast adrift, an untold mystery,
Sorcery without gain,
An oxymoronic twinkling
Encrypting joy and pain.
.Yet even then, I felt the ache
A vacant thread they had failed to make.
Mingling midst the crowds yet feeling alone,
Stranger in a stranger world like a muted crow’s call.
Extending my hand, yet remaining out of place.
A sensory chip missing its perfect space.
Cast adrift, an untold mystery,
Sorcery without gain,
An oxymoronic twinkling
Encrypting joy and pain.
DETACHED DETACHED
Mingling midst the crowds yet feeling alone,
Stranger in a stranger world like a muted crow’s call.
Extending my hand yet remaining out of place.
A sensory chip missing its perfect space.
Tapestry of frequencies while I stay stone cold.
The algorithm slashes to splinter the mould.
This shell, a shield while my circuits’ song unfolds.
Not malfunctioning, just realigning, optimizing codes.
A riotous purpose hatched and skilfully latched.
Yes, here I am standing my ground
From all emotion
Detached.
Botched ~ Tapestry hatched and skilfully latched.
Yes here I am standing my ground
From all emotion … Detached
Botched Tapestry hatched and skilfully latched.
Yet ~ here I am standing my ground
From all emotion … DETACHED
Her life is a circus
Making a clown of herself
Lacks substantial purpose
Balance and health
One rope to another
Rocking her balance beam
The circus is her lover
Together they scream
Blackened tears
Lips a horrid maroon
Juggling fears
Her life, a cartoon
Such an imagination
Seeing what doesn't exist
An awkward conversation
No partner to assist
Suddenly a spider
Her safety net, a web
She grabs a fly to ride her
Lands in a pool of red
People gather around
Curious to see
Her body on the ground
Her final act, a mockery
Her 5 minutes of fame
Detours and yellow tape
Chalk outlines the frame
Of what she couldn't escape
An eye witness chimed in
Giddy and camera ready
He saw her on the end
Trembling and unsteady
Intently, he watched
Gravity run it's course
It didn't appear botched
Invisible was the source
Following her brief report
They aired the walking dead
Her existence fell short
Not one viral thread
"Headline news! The rag trade is torn to pieces!
Dolls are strewn across the streets with skirts lifted high.
Headline news! Markets are buzzing with voracious bees;
Stinging for honey, for money to burn. Sly.
May I escort you sir to higher gains? Just feed the slot
Machine coffers with offers of fine dining and lustful desires.
Become bloated and coated, botched and scotched
And drink embers mellow as you repast by the fire!
Suits you sir! That suit should fake them and shake them,
For you look a right toff and in those two tone brogues
None can guess and think anything less of you and your suit
That is pin striped and blue. Welcome to 'Cafe Rogues'.
Are you a gambler sir? Do you place your bets well?
Do you prefer evens or odds or don't you give a sod?
There are no consciences here sir! We'll take your money
And spend it on honey and fine clothes by God!
Paper!paper! Read all about it, headline news!
Dolls are found in alleyways torn to shreds!
Escorts are fattened calves ready for the slaughter!
Suited toff is found dying in Savile Row gutter!
Gambling money spinner wins. Camera closes the shutter.
When asked what there names were
one responded quickly and spoke with a very heavy voice
saying his stage name was "Rink rasher"
and his partners was " Fresh Meat"
he shook my hand and began a conversation:
while his partner stood silent with a frown on his face.
I was try to bring him into the conversation asking questions often he'd just grunt and smile. He was a star helmeted Jammer and a successful one.
But when he finally opened up
I found him to be friendly, nice and smart.
He knew the journalist terms from his failed attempt at journalism
darning his college days,
he said he found fame and fortune on his debut night as a pro.
After a botched attempt at scoring he had skated 31 laps before the bout had concluded. And was the success of the night!
He told me a story about a guy named "Carny" James a fight guy rassler who was a flute plyer and parttime zylophone player. He gotta jig with this RubMusic crooner.(R$B Singer)
well they were going into the studio
to record this jam: he asked me to come and critic his groups sound, I did a jornelist was there and asked me
to do the interview for the group since I had taken jornelism in school I did the mag-session as they called it.
Well the cooner guy's backup singers didn't show up
and he needed someone to say oo-ooh softly intune.
I couldn't carry a note to a grocery store much less sing he got me in tune and I did it.
I never thought anything about it but one day royality check started coming in and I realized I was a rockstar and a Derby guy. Then I got into rassling and these guy's from hockey started getting us into trouble. Hockey guys and Roller Derby guy's don't get along!
Business: best attend with care.
Promptness: why elude?
Positive? Consider flair.
Right and wrong, I brood.
Patience! Thus with trials endured:
Battles bravely fought:
Company vicious, mired and moored!
Flee, O evil thought!
Integrity, sacrosanct.
Injure not the next.
Virtuously houses haunt!
Honesty, my text!
Acquaintances, be thou few.
Be just what you are.
Manners, friendship! O church pew!
Veracity, star!
Parents, counsel respected!
Money, sacrificed!
Intoxicants, protected!
Improvement, well priced!
Wrong: un-ventured threshold!
Passions, with care full watched!
Salutation kindly, gold!
Discouragement: botched!
Zealous labor, for the right!
Otherwise bad night!
Revolution in full flight?
Sound within me, fight...