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"Work pals who Zoom together, stay together." (taken from an article "36 captions for Zoom Meetings, not attributed to anybody in particular)
I’d never heard of Zoom before a few short years ago.
But in my teaching it became a thing I had to know.
It took about a week to learn, for I’m a little slow,
but after two years I can say I still am not a pro!
I made up terms: Zoom on; Zoom off. I only can suppose
that others working from their homes have made up terms like those.
These days I teach while in the classroom, yet up on the screen
are kids I bet are still in “jammies,” just their faces seen!
Some young adults opt to stay home. It makes things hard for me.
Games can’t be played when half the class is learning virtually!
Things can get crazy when somebody isn’t using Mute,
and you might hear some background noises not exactly cute.
We teachers know not everyone is focusing on class.
One good thing is no one has to know if you have gas!
Yes, it’s a crazy world, and even Zoom dating’s a thing,
while Zumping is the latest craze to dump a Zoom-time fling.
Feb. 2, 2022 for the Buzzwords Contest of Kim Rodrigues
Moment I had waited whole my life,
Through my joys and bounds of strife,
Will it happen not or will it be,
That he proposes to marry me ?
The first day as our eyes carved,
For togetherness as if they starved,
Wasn't sure the day would be,
That he proposes to marry me ?
Those romantic meetings secretly,
As the passion grew tempestuously,
Resistance from family if, let it be,
That when he proposes to marry me?
Today is the day and now the moment,
Dreams and desires trued prudent !
Written September 21st, 2014
For contest 'Will you marry me' by Judy Konos
Awarded 1st place
I received a re-invitation email this morning. A ‘come on, why don’t you want to?’ note that struck me as odd. See, I’ve been ‘tapped’ for a couple of final clubs at Yale. It can happen if you earn top grades and interact easily with male friends by day (the crew club scene is ol’ school patriarchal).
Three of my roommates have been tapped - for one thing or another. The upper-crust, traditional networks and secret societies are a huge part of why young men and women choose Ivy League schools.
I’m not talking about frats - I enjoy flippant misogyny as much as the next breasted-American and really, does “Yo bruh,” sloppy binge drinking, and sexual assault ever really get old? Yeah, it kind-of does.
And I’m not talking about the more open and popular ‘eating clubs’ - no - I’m on-about the elite social orders that enjoy a subversive and exclusive appeal.
Some students desperately want to be ‘IN’ and believe those memberships prove they’ve somehow ‘made it’. Let’s face it, someday - if you can’t actually earn it - that skull & bones handshake might open some doors.
I’ve attended a few meetings, meals, and parties in “tombs” (in upstairs libraries and houses) around New Haven, but I guess I’m just not a ‘joiner.’ Groucho Marx once said that he wouldn’t want to be a member of any club that would have someone like him as a member, maybe that’s it for me too.
Anyway, this harangue is sponsored by the glower that that silly email put on my face.
“What’s the matter?” Leeza asked, seeing my expression.
It reminded me of watching people suck-up and ‘social mountain climb’ to get into my grandmère’s (boring) circle. If your club is so exclusive (email sender), why on God’s confused earth would you want me?
Hey, I like parties, dances and hanging out with eskimos - but I'm a pre-med student and the time/value equation just doesn't stack up for me - I’ve got the M-CAT tests next summer and prepping for those has taken up my life.
It’s ironic though, how by day students at Yale go-on about ‘elitism’ - in stylized outrage - and then by night they strain to join these crew clubs.
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slang...
final clubs = elite clubs and secret societies
eskimos - really cool people
crew = elite
Who wants the lime light and attention focused on them for being an outcast? Not I said the chicken.
If you allow your core values, integrity and beliefs to be altered, changed or persuaded by threats, bullying and intimidation, and you are in total fear of going up against the “present dent,” (the dent that is plaguing our country), then why are you even in office?
This administration is more like Child’s Play. It’s not even “Hi, I’m Chucky, wanna play?” It’s more like, Hi I’m Chucky, you better play. It’s the making of threats and making it understood that you BETTER play the game I play and do what I say. And if you refuse, argue, challenge, debate, disagree, or even have an opinion different from mine, then you can indeed expect extreme forms of retaliation.
So yall, we got viruses, diseases and outbreaks, but guess what? It’s not from the CDC, it’s from the BBB, the Big Bad Bully. And because you don’t wanna be next on the chopping block, and you’re not bold enough, strong enough or man enough to handle the backlash, threats and humiliation, that causes you to be fearfully silent. So what do you do? You turn a blind eye, you zip yo lip and you become a follower and you do what massa say do.
So here’s the breakdown -
If you Can’t go up against the Puppet Master
If you Can’t stand up for what’s right out of fear
If you Can’t do your job with pride, dignity and integrity
If you Can’t voice your concerns and speak your mind
If you Can’t hold town hall meetings in your district
If you Can’t handle the public backlash
If you Can’t admit when things are wrong
If you Can’t speak up in disagreement
If you Can’t defend the laws and the constitution in place
If you Can’t stand up for the core values and principles of this country… then you are not a RepubliCan, you are a RepubliCAN’T.
Job was exceedingly blessed by God
Blessings that could not escape
The envy of the satanic one
Cause anything close to God receives attacks
God watched over him constantly
He gave him light as he walked through darkness
God made him extraordinarily prosperous
And God’s friendship protected his home
Day and night he was surrounded by his children
His cows and goats gave plenty milk
While his olive-trees grew in the rockiest soil
In the meetings of elders he took his proper place
And on arrival young men stepped aside for him
While old men stood up to show him respect
Simultaneously leaders of the people would stop talking
Even the most important men kept silent
Everyone who heard or saw him
Praised him for all his achievements
To the poor who cried out to him
He helped them
To the hopeless orphans he gave succour
Men in deepest misery praised him
And he helped widows find security
Job was eyes for the blind
And feet for the lame
And was like father to the poor
And took the side of strangers in trouble
As he destroyed the power of cruel men
And rescued their victims
He expected to live a long life
And die at home in comfort
He was like a tree whose roots always had water
And whose branches were wet with dew
He was always praised by Everyone
And his strength never failed him
Whenever he gave advice
People listened attentively
And when he was done
No one had nothing to add
His words sank like drops of rain
And were always received
Just as farmers welcomed rain in spring
His cheerful smile restored confidence and hope
As he took charge and made decisions
Leading his people
As a king leads his troops
Giving them comfort in their despair
Together we were a family of seven
Mother, Father and us five
Our eldest sister was just eleven
As we buzzed about our hive!
Every Sunday was same as such,
And the day began at just past six,
Coffee, Studies, bath and lunch
Family time and friends to mix!
Father’s earnings was all we had
To meet the needs of all the seven
Thanks to the love of mum and dad
Home for us was second heaven!
A small house could keep us glad
With a tiny little kitchen
A room alone for mum and dad
And the rest for us kittens
It was I recall, on a festive day
When we were sat for dinner
Dad said he had something to say
That would be with us for ever”
“What we have today is quite special,
The wealth of us being together”
“family and love is most vital”
This you must always remember!”
Decades since, those spoken words
Have echoed ever so true
We all live in wealthy abodes
But family meetings are few!
That little house had more charm
Than all the earnings of today
Our family love was ever so warm
That I could give all this away!!
Quantum Spiritualities
By Mark D. Stucky
Where the world’s religions
diverge in creeds and practices
surely some beliefs went astray,
but is there a “one true faith”?
Is there one universal spirituality
with rigidly equal requirements
for all peoples across all millennia?
A universal spirituality field
across all of space and time?
Or does God encounter us where we are,
in the quantum foam of our chaotic lives?
With experiences as diverse as individual snowflakes
and as unpredictable as quantum particle positions?
Will we have, if we’re mindful,
unexpected meetings with
mystical forces in thin spaces
where heaven and earth touch?
Spiritual entanglements
between God and our souls?
Seemingly random events
taking us closer to destiny?
(First published in Agape Review, 20 March 2022. See also my other “quantum” poems.)
(Image by geralt on Pixabay.com.)
N ature calls and our attuned hearts gently quiver
E choes across the land harmonized so sweetly resonate
W anderlust a scent we recognize akin to magic in the air
B eguiling youth of spring blessings revealed around each corner
E cologically mastering a symphony of jittery bumblebees and butterflies
G ardens sumptuously await with their panoply of aromas and bouquets
I ntoxicating one and all with april wild perfumes imbued on every breeze
N esting mates parade with glee their loving ways before us
N othing ever will compare to the bustling effervescent bucolic awakenings
I mpromptu meetings where lovers intersect by chance to find romance
N ever doubting the universe is on their side complicit that all the stars align
G randiose the scheming and the interplay of God’s divine cosmic machinery
S easons come and seasons go but spring’s the one that stirs the butterflies in me
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on January 22, 2021 for contest NEW BEGINNINGS sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 2ND
When two souls meet
To say that love comes not a day ...
There's no time ...
And even now scheduled to take place.
It comes suddenly and installs ...
In the most sensitive of our organs ... the heart.
Beginning to think so ...
But also realize that because of this moment ...
Not be determined by the people ...
When he arrives, often the symptoms are overwhelming ...
Turn everything upside down and the mess is happy if installed.
When two souls are the first that highlights ...
There is the physical appearance, but the similarity of souls.
They understand and they miss each other ....
Grieve because they have not met before ...
After all everything could be so different.
However know that this is the way ...
And there will be no return to his claims.
It's like they speak beyond words ...
Understand the sadness of others, the joy and desire ...
Despite being in different places.
When souls are intertwined like ...
They begin to miss each other ...
In a continuous process of rapprochement ...
To consummation.
Souls who are suffering may very well,
For often such meetings are ...
In instances where no more can go beyond ...
All the fullness of love ...
Loading, all the joy of love ...
And wanting to share life with each other,
All the emotion contained awaiting the final encounter.
They want things that become almost impossible,
But they are so easy to live.
How to see the sunset, sun ...
Or walking down a road with beautiful trees ...
View the night to come ...
Going to the movies and eat popcorn ...
Laughing and joking ...
Fighting sometimes
But making peace with a very special knack.
Love and love, often ...
Knowing that soon after will be together again ...
Without the parting being present.
But often they are at a time ...
And in a different space ...
Than to allow their realities.
But after that are ...
Are marked ... tattooed ...
And though may walk together forever ...
They will never be able to separate ...
And most importantly ...
They will have to find somewhere.
Souls who are never be lonely ...
Because they understand, by itself, the infinite need ...
They have one another for all eternity.
OF CEIZAR FOR MY LOVE DUNCAN
Fairest and prettiest of all queens, you're never faithful to your king whose hands
barely touch your luscious lips that others secretly kiss;
and you meet them in an empty dungeon to satisfy your urges of lover,
not honoring those vows blessed by that priest who sprinkled Holy Water.
In the prime of your youth, you were given in marriage
for an exchange of great wealth by a father so greedy and heartless
who sought his interest, refusing to admit you were of a tender age;
and he brings his gifts to appease a king who won't demote his rank of prince.
Loyal maids know each secret and arrange your meetings with another knight,
keeping a watchful eye, and they would warn you if they heard footsteps;
naked and screaming, enjoying the ecstasy of lustful lover...wishing it would be night,
to forget the lack of everything: from sensual kisses to warm caresses.
Does guilt ever accuses your conscience of wrongdoing,? No, you seek revenge
by having continuous affairs with knights who have more sexual drive than an old king.