Long Hire Poems
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Oh, my gosh, I’m freaking and feel such dread.
What the hay is this nonsense on my head?
I can’t go to work, can't enter the office!
I will be seen, visible to peers and bosses,
be the fool who provided entertainment gossip.
God, please, send help, I am stress-nauseous.
I do not care about appearing faultless,
but I'd rather errantly tuck a dress in my hose
and walk through the office cluelessly exposed
than have everyone think this is what I choose.
I wonder if I should call in with a case of ugly,
hire someone to gently, but effectively mug me?
Perhaps I'll get pulled and cuffed on the roadside
for publicly exposing the ugliest hair ever dyed.
Shame a wig class wasn't at business school:
"How to Avoid Looking Like the Office Fool."
I look like a horrified, horror movie hostess.
Even my own mirror is refusing to focus.
Here I am, paler than even fresh new snow,
with midnight black hair grooving to and fro.
My very first dye and, oh my, I could just die!
Box said ‘brown’, now I'm so down, I might cry.
Universe, please – send a natural disaster,
nothing fatal, it's just one repair day I’m after.
Gift cards, can it be stopped
How the swindlers begin a nice letter understand
The problem you have because of the pension that does not allow you to hire a person to help
Yes, they are so helpful, they can help if you send
Them gift cards instead of cash, they will help
It starts with a sum of cards at a value of 1000 euros, so you send the cards and, not wait they need more gift cards to cover the cost. Ok, so you send them the card and they promise to send you a packet with money
So you wait, but then they want more gift cards at a value of hundred euros, by now even a dick head understands he has been swindled
The next step is to alert the law, but the swindlers have flown away leaving no trace. They even enlist your own family to rob you of your savings
Money set aside to pay for doctors and home help
And so on
There's not a whole lotta nothing
That can be dug out of the grave
Of this life's buried problems
Of all our past mistakes
You can chisel out the tombstone
Making room for all the dates
Of the didn't go the way we planed
That in the dirt now lay to waste
Call in the Pallbearers
To shoulder it all
To help carry the burden
Of where you left off
Hire professional wailers and mourners
To cry for the loss
But can you really afford
Such an extravagant cost
When all is said and done
The last word the preacher will say
Is there's not a whole lotta nothing
That can be dug out of the grave
Divorced, and so wanting his kids-
since custody ruling forbids
togetherness much,
an idea he'd clutch-
get rescued from fatherhood skids.
A Nanny, mom wanted for them;
he thought of a plan, such a gem!
He would play the role
of Nanny control
'her' actions they could not condemn!
He then put his feet to the fire-
convinced, his ex-wife, to him hire!
They had not a clue
this Nanny- so true,
was everything they would admire.
He dressed up so fine for the part
and shared the deep love in his heart.
The ex-wife found out
did a turnabout!
Half custody, granted, would start!
I am dreaming the past
Past when KBC was the only station
Each morning started with the anthem of the nation
We had to know your intention
Before saying anything through the station
Each anchor had a level of education
While talent was just an addition
Any deviation
Captured the important attention
Of the head of the nation
Dreaming my past
Is all I want to do last
Streams of dreams I rather forget fast
Like dreams from my father
That choices have consequences
A grammatical sentence that became our sentence
Is every correctly stated statement correct?
This kind that litters my mind
Making me bitter
Tearing my heart into litres of tears
These dreams make me shy
Shy to try mention my name
My name that brings me shame
Shame I cant tame
Cant tame because my mind is lame
Tell me why my kind cant cry
When all I dream are tongues of fire
From gangs on hire
With orders from higher
Higher rot that burns like fire.
Dreaming that I cant have money in my pocket
Without getting something in their jacket
Vampires so scary
Scattered in my neighborhood
Thirsty for the last drop of my blood
Limiting my limitless potential
Potential so essential
For resource mobilization
With equal allocation not hurting expectation
For relocation before suffocation.
Dreams to revitalize my generation
A possible solution for this situation
In transformation of my nation
To grow without corruption
That is like sugar
Sweeter it becomes
And disaster it welcomes
But I dare dreams
Of peaceful elections
An end to preventable infections
Through certified injections
And an education without leakage
As a privilege
For everyone in my village
Laying my head on the pillow
Feels like my heart becomes hollow
From the beams of dreams that follow
Makes me want to jump from the window
And fall on the ground so low
Flickering pain into my bone marrow
Afraid it could happen again on the morrow
What do you see in your dreams?
Streams of dreams that my head cant keep
Make me wish for beams of dreams to turn the leaf
Of people who have a resolve and a belief
That we are better together
And we need each other
Without a bother
Of clannism
Of tribalism
Of racism
But a nation of inclusion
By implementation of all legislation
In word and spirit
Envisioned in our constitution
That beams our dream.
She wanted to teach kids, so she went to R.S.U.
Much of it indoctrination, she didn't know what to do
She could walk out and forego her degree
Or play along, hide her views, and be less free
He put his boys in a school, that once was good
But it didn't teach the basics it should
They told his boys gender was fluid, and they were racists too
A waste of the kid's time, and it isn't even true.
Mr. Blinken had rainbow flags on every embassy abroad
Make traditional cultures think our values were a fraud.
D.E.I. had to pervade the department of state
Realpolitik had to be gender theory and ending hate.
Taxpayer funds are time - that you work to earn
Time wasted by fools; time set on fire to burn.
A woke hire was put in charge of a Med School to change its ways
The residents worked 20 hours in a row some days
But he inserted ideology, at the expense of class time
If a patient in future dies, is stupidity a crime?
Poseidon Desalination got permits, met all the reviews
But a committee in L.A. put an end, so Angelinos lose
The company spent over 20 years fighting off greens who sue
What a waste of time, and a loss of so much fresh water too.
They may talk in values that we seem to share
But do we want to be ruled by what they feel is fair?
Do we want to spend so many hours, for each virtue decree
Do we want the hourglass to empty, the businesses to flee?
Some think that the initial spark was certainly God given
If you accept the concept of free will I'll give you that
Some blink and think that all man's gain is surely striven
I think and therefore I am among the ones who know no one can know
For sure and so I choose to go in thought somewhere I know
I must rely on what I see for what I state in fact and don't react
To what I can't relate to anything outside my mind as mine alone
When inner dialog is represented as a matter then, of course
Discourse recourse will be dismissed as lacking any standing
The audience is left with less demanding understanding
Handing tending of the fire to the arsonists for hire
With ready fire as their aim midst claims to have a plan
I once dreamt I was a unicorn
Very few believing I’d even been born
I once dreamt I was a shark
Roaming oceans deep and dark
I once dreamt I was an eagle soaring high
With complete freedom up in the sky
I once dreamt I was a massive crocodile
Consuming anything that entered my part of the Nile
I once dreamt I was cute and cuddly when I was a Koala bear
Sleepy and docile, loved by everyone almost everywhere
I once dreamt I was a dragon breathing fire
Spectacular shows and always available for hire
I once dreamt I was a dolphin, communicating in a different way
But only other dolphins could understand what I was trying to say
I once dreamt I lived high in the mountains when I was a Yak
Solid, dependable, able to carry huge loads on my back
I once dreamt I was a Camel, strange really to think
Wandering about for days with nothing to eat or drink
I once dreamt I was a fish living as part of a massive shoal
Safety in numbers with surviving the day our only goal
I once dreamt I was a bright colourful Hummingbird
Silly, that couldn’t really be me, how absurd
When I awoke, in the mirror I could clearly see
I was none of these, I was simply plain old me
Dreams have meanings many people say
So maybe I’m all of these things in some slight way
(a salvation for my then junior high school youngest daughter afflicted with cognitive dissonance, who over the intervening years (mor'n half dozen Earth orbitz ago), I dashed off this poem witnessed nothing short of miraculous transformation evinced and witnessed by profound learning displaying significant aptitude cognition).
twas spawned fondness
for above named young lady,
when she got assigned
to thine offspring
a glint of genuine virtue grew
into shimmering orb
of brilliant radiance
if accorded sound - would ring
the tune of countless angels,
which imagined beatific,
Democratic, fantastic...sounds
generated via many wing
heavenly music filling
cosmos with joy as august aural,
choral, epochal...tones
would zippily zing
from across universe
spurring one me silly mortal
to contrive this verse
attempting to capture her
aura, charisma, enigma...purse
sue wing dynamic link
with progeny did nurse
emotional and spiritual value
dedication she did immerse
latent social services skill
plus natural radiance
a blessed hire
at Central in Norristown, Pennsylvania,
whose visits i miss lyre
plucking voice
stilled concern for precious Shana Punim,
who aspires to challenge and grow
this father may spill tears
his lessoned fatherhood role
n'er did aye tire
and glad fate that though our paths
will probably not criss cross
curiosity will gnaw within noggin,
and possibly rub raw minor loss
viz, the persevering
maiden USA touch of Kim
lichened to moss
in her rooted cultivation of care
toward biological lass a lucky toss
of the genetic combination
from Matthew
and Abby Harris our jewel
shimmering facets of luminescence
reminding me human
gem stone a kool
aid - priceless staff member
of human league,
whose golden presence doth gently rule
without doubt a beloved
unbridled priceless counterpart
some lucky guy
pledging his troth yes – she yule
see stars in her eyes
no doubt disappointment
felt by other guys
envious of he,
who snagged Kimberly Hartzell
so worthy and wise!
How often we visit a place and feel that we have been there before in a past life.
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I went to France for the very first time and decided to go exploring,
the girl at the hotel told me about the beautiful woods that were nearby.
She gave me a map and I got in my hire car and drove a short distance,
I arrived at the woods and parked the car; there wasn’t a soul about.
I put on my walking boots and headed for the entrance to the woods,
a strange feeling came over me, like someone had stepped on my grave.
I tried to shrug it off, but it kept niggling me, I carried on walking and knew
before I heard it that there was a huge waterfall at the bottom of the hill.
I felt really spooked by it, and I asked myself, have I been here before?.
Déjà vu