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I am greatly annoyed by dismissive people. Only a few succeed at altering their persuasion, because nothing can be added to their equation.
They are most assuredly conclusive; and they may also be elusive.
They are not very inclusive; but more likely to be exclusive.
They are very active, and not at all passive.
They are beyond divisive. They are totally dismissive.
They only care about their own point of view.
Rationality and reason do not reside on their avenue.
Perhaps they think that they know what is best;
and all others can bow out and take a rest.
Me thinks they have a preference for intellectural domination;
because they shun debate, discussion, and more information.
They have foreclosed the matter and closed their minds. There is nothing to be added; everyone else is subtracted.
I hereby confess, I am really annoyed by dismissive people. With them, all intelligence to the contrary has hereby been dismissed.
05092017 PS Contest, What Annoys You? , Frank Herrera; 3rd. Pl.
Columbus was not the slightest bit offended
At King Ferdinand's dismissive sound
When he declared the world was round,
His was not a plan that very many comprehended.
Though the queen, Isabella, thought Chris a fine fella,
Her spouse wanted nor hair nor hide of it.
"The horizon", he snarled, "marks the edge of the world."
But Capt. C. was convinced that the horizon was not the edge of the world and that India was somewhere on the other side of it.
"Well, the subject is moot, Spain is broke, we've no loot.
Coffers practically bare, no dinero to spare,
Such a venture is out of the question.
Why not Egypt, or Malta, or Crete, or Gibraltar,
Or something cheaper that we can invest in?"
As Chris started to go, Isabella cried, "Whoa!
Let's dispense with pecunious tomfoolery.
Though we've no ready cash for a project so brash,
I could hock some, or all, of my joolery."
So three ships were anointed, and westward they pointed,
And the horizon they bravely set sail for it.
But the monarchs soon bailed when Chris' treasure search failed,
And to Spain he returned, but no honors he earned.
Instead, he was stripped of command and put in jail for it.
Later, of course, his accomplishment was plain,
And a whole New World was laid open for Spain.
No, Columbus wasn't looking for America when he "found" it,
He just couldn't seem to navigate three caravels around it.
For Columbus Day
October 10, 2022
A smile painted on, hair removed from my chin.
Another day of pretence about to begin.
False interest in the latest fashions and trends.
Fabrication of engagement to allow ends to meet ends.
Each contrived interaction wished quickly away.
Although nobody realises, as I act through my day.
Conversations conducted with unwitting stealth.
Insofar as I struggle to distinguish 'me' from myself.
An identity distorted a strain on my morals.
Struggling to navigate life's insignificant quarrels.
Dismissive remarks, I've had a day and a life full.
As insults fire from your tongue like a bolt-action rifle.
Diffused with humour and previously learned guidance.
The gap between who I was and who I am significantly widens.
The question 'who am I?' continues to stop and then start.
It can only be answered with 'what stories am I a part?'.
Like a chameleon meandering, transient through the day.
Depending on the act, and the part that I play.
Lonely in righteousness you pray the truth reveal
but forces greater of all might combine against you for the kill
With faith you fight the gallant fight and falsehoods are revealed
but forces laugh and mock you down dismissive for the kill
If no one looks will they see, if no one listens will they hear
but you are not alone as millions of prayers bare
Despite the odds of greater might the common continue the fight
the mighty in lusty arrogance with foolishness they spite
The common will not lose for then their world would end
despicable and insane the mighty condemn them
It's over, get over it, we must punish them all
the mighty rant boisterous before the mighty fall
Time is precious time is dear, fight the mighty without fear
win one battle see the dominos fall and the common cheer
Keep your faith, for 2020 has been bizarre but even more
if the mighty steal this day we will roar back in 2024
I entered a room
and saw familiar strangers
and knew in an instant
they were me: past lives
made living flesh again.
I saw the fat baby, 38
pounds at one year!
(Poor Momma's back!)
I saw the angel-face boy
of four who spoke only
gibberish-- the doctors
told my parents "Sorry,
but he's an imbecile,
best send him far away."
Lucky for me, Mom And Dad
got a second opinion, and
six years of speech lessons
till I spoke like a happy
little English lord....
Then I saw the teenager--tall,
gaunt of cheek, dismissive of
lesser intellects. I grimaced,
and he sneered: I did not like
him, nor did he like me
(though we both lamented
his forlorn virginity)
Behind him stood a 20 something.
I had filled out by then, handsome,
confident with women, tossing them
aside like used hankies, not knowing
how vast was my emptiness-- not
even knowing I was a blind man
until...I crashed into that fog-
shrouded iceberg called Death.
And Death took me to that terrible
place where my soul burned briefly,
and then, without explaining,
returned me to life.
My soul, which one day I had
not believed in, and the next
I knew to be absolute, had been
seared but my eyes finally opened
and I began to see beyond
this world of pleasure and pain,
hunger and feast, war and peace.
Then I met my married self, and
shared with him the happiest day
of our life, when she said yes
to a man still lacking but at
least now trying. Decades later,
he is still inching closer to God.
Before Rick Perry left the race,
They interviewed some fans.
One woman said a vote for him
Was surely in her plans.
The journalist asked why and so
She went on to explain.
She thought Rick Perry’s love of God
Embellished his campaign.
That answer didn’t shock me;
Pious folks want him elected.
Her second reason, though, was not
At all what I expected.
She said, “I like Rick Perry’s wife
Because she’s so submissive.”
Those words were so amazing
My reaction was dismissive.
But then I thought about it and
I reached this sad conclusion:
Equality for women’s still
An out-of-reach illusion.
For there are women, young and old,
Who feel it is their place
To be subservient to men,
Which I find a disgrace.
We’ve come so far and fought so hard
Yet there are those still stuck
With values long-rejected by
Most females filled with pluck.
I’m glad Rick Perry’s given up
And stepped out of the fight.
Unfortunately, he’s got clones
Just waiting on the right.
Some go to a shrink or psychiatrist and jabber,
I do this anywhere anytime,
I express, pen press and feel bliss for free,
open cus opinions mean nothing to me,
I guess people don't matter cus people flatten they don't flatter
when I was in the gutter
with gut dread rather
than believe and help relieve pain
they brand lies in my name
then complain everyone complains of false troubles the same,
so dismissive so disrespectful actually self centred and selfish
as two minutes later they feel
the need to talk of their exes exit months ago
you've already tried to help them through still here they go
though it's too much effort to listen to you,
they are like all eyes on me and nothing to give
so you refuse to talk as they did
and they get upset, can't believe it,
so you explain why would I talk about you
after you told me my problem's not true.
All this is a sideshow to my real problems
so I let it go and leave it, forgotten,
but they're aggrieved, think I'm unkind
and start telling everyone I lie
make up stories and this spreads like wildfire
from deadhead to deadhead
now I'm seen as a blagger
that will sit and blabber
and rather than decide in their own heads
for themselves they side like a shelve
while my situation is killing me inside
but if it's spoke of it's pre-believed as a lie
though they've no clue, losing my mind,
enjoying the bonding as a group ignorant to truth
what a hoof to the tooth, so I'm aloof
while they get used to this,
I'm unaware cus I've got a real fight with strife
that requires a focused mind and this is my downtime,
get stoned blank mind.
Real problems distract and impact me,
who can I turn too with no one true,
slowly I leave my friends life,
I go free
and after their laughter there's realisation
they can't figure out why, I'm just a changed one,
while I've so much on my mind
I forget the reason,
I forget their treason,
still my subconscious propelled me away
and only when my mind unravels years later
I realise why I didn't stay.
A lifetime of friendship was instantly corrupt,
rather than help me you said I make stuff up!!!
a soft humming sound filled the kitchen with pure good
workers were bringing in their loot in the middle of the hood
their offspring were learning to be sharers, not takers
the pot was filling up nicely with honeycomb by ardent makers
the queen sat on her throne, listening to the humming drones
she loved this feeling of superiority, as she wrote her glory poems
why does she get to sit? one small bee complained to his dad.
Shhh! The worker bee said sternly, not wanting her to feel bad.
the queen was oblivious, writing away on her beachfront missive.
A diva of royal breeding, these workers were invisible and dismissive.
Her feelings were all about herself, which means her novel was a bust.
She never gave the workers any credit at all, this stuck-up Queen LaCust.
I start-out fresh every morning
but my resolve is reheated
Oh, it's med-school Monday-me.
Thank god my bf understands the fact
that on weekdays my time contracts.
Be careful, she may be grumpy and jumpy.
She’s the administrative flunky
the maker of plans
who strategizes for exams
It’s Tuesday-me
I'm in my zone and likely busy
slumberless and frumpiest
a pithy, dismissive miss-prickly.
who may not have been fed
and barely went to bed
It’s Wednesday me
in over my head, but focused,
patience at its lowest
memory’s key when deep
in theories, diseases and diagnoses
steer clear of me please.
Thursday me
with a brain like ground caffeine
irritation verging on obscene
trying not to be mean but acting like a tween
I need everything 2 B done, I’m under the gun
still acquiring scads of knowledge
but prepping for the evaluations to come
It’s Friday - did I sleep?
It’s evaluation day
dressed to impress
there’s a ballet underway
of peers and professeurs
weighing and clinically assaying
how I cope under a microscope
by 3pm I’m played and frayed
but looking forward to some play.
A few laps in the Shangri-La hotel pool,
and before I know it, I’m smiling and energized,
and with a bit of surface polishing, ready to date!
Why aren’t weekends considered therapy?
Is the air lighter? Are the days brighter?
They may not be but they seem so to me.
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Songs for this:
Formidable Cool by Wolf Alice
Tom's Diner (feat. Suzanne Vega) by DNA
Ramble On by Toni Jevicky
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sci-fy news from med-school..
We use antimatter everyday.
With PET scans, we inject radioactive isotopes (literal antimatter) which emit positrons that interact with electrons in your body to create gamma ray bursts we can track to create a detailed 3D map of your body.
I’m hurting inside with such misery
feeling like death at times
dismissive falling to my knees
Trying so hard to make you happy with love and reflection
dreams now shattered
can’t understand these thoughts inside me
Distortion is fogging my inner complexion
Time seems blissful with every interaction
You think you can buy my love that I hold
relationship ended my love won’t be sold
All I ask for is a simple hello
hurtful responses emitting pain in my soul
Do I still feel the passion as when we first met?
Inept remembrance in that secrecy our love kept
This destructive relationship hurts me so so deep
Never before have I been this oblique
Transgressions aside you know I’ll stay true
Remember that time when I looked in your eyes
exchanging our vows as making promises to you
All that is over now as if it never happened
Our lives were one with love and devotion
now they are nothing
as water ebbs from the ocean
I’m not knowing what to do
can’t hide my emotions
I suppose with time you and I will heal
except with someone else
which will be the second time someone kneeled
Thanks for your grace
your willingness to be true
always remember
that I am always here for you
Be safe in your passage looking up into the night
if you ever need me my dear
I will be there despite
Be safe Be true be everything that makes you be you
One day another will recognize
everything as the things you dream too