Long Memos Poems

Is how it all began our beautiful thing we both knew it was arcade concealing it the way we did and was we wrong for protecting the jukebox the many simple pleasures hidden treasures would...

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I was a public relations specialist, ever promoting positivity to people,
As positivity is promoted afar, by the sight of the towering cathedral.

My work was very interesting, there weren't ever two days the same,
As an exotic...

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Copyright 2014 A.D., ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
By Thomas Lam Hsi Andress (TLH ANDRESS)
THE 'AUDACITY' OF DISCLOSURE!!!



Thomas Hsi
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This VERY SONG is the VERY REASON that I KEEP HOPING that LOVE WILL ONE DAY...'MAYBE'...FIND ME...as...

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Oh! That anguishing moment! When I craved to cry,
And pour my tears, like monsoon rains, on some grass dry;
A bit away, hence, from the madding crowd, I went,
To soothe my grieving heart; give benevolent vent...
A...

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Behold the abominable annals of the Storm domicile,
A living, groaning edifice of lumber and bureaucratic despair—
Where Allen Storm, the paternal prodigal of procedural pedantry,
Treads upon its creaking floors with the rigor of a misfiled memo,
And...

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Moby Dick, geometry, physics.
Study every subject everyday.
Homework is an indicator of future success.
Success is not necessarily happiness but it helps.
Freedom is to formulate your own definition of success.
Happiness is an imaginary tree, its own reward,...

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Henry’s Rust Bucket

He had managed the steep rise from a valley to his home and sat on the small 

stoep. Another koppie towering ahead, he looked straight forward and counted 

his blessings. One, by one...

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Why we'd catered to the foundation of unpopular beliefs beyond what a romance like ours would follow beneath the calmness of people like us the fascinating wonder along the cities shoreline of gut wrenched haste...

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I.

I don't observe
the day between 
the summer solstice 
and a midsummer's eve

anymore

I've abandoned the rituals
that commemorate
a shift in season,
my over-ripening years

and celebrate
my sickening sense 
of hope.


II.

By day, I could apply 
a defensive membrane,
an anti-cancer cocoon
to...

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If I was president I would teach all the prisoners to read.
form a committee of ten who had my back.
put cameras on every street corner so it would be more difficult to sex traffic 
ask...

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First crawl


I learnt to crawl in a tie,
Banker’s suit and smile on a lucky tot.
Learning the secrets of trades and service,
I’d make a difference with my skills,
And earn some money on the side.

I learnt to...

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To whom it may never concern:

NOTICE
re: Regarding this notice
"Please disregard this notice"

MEMO
re: Ignored memos
"Please ignore this memo"

SIGN POSTED:
Please do not read this sign
Any employee who reads this sign will be subject to immediate disciplinary inaction...

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Dear Tracy,
     I never expected you to go
Not even anticipated your leaving
I am disturbed by my lonesomeness
Wishing you as a true friend 
Were near
     I never thought...

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If asked..but no one ever will
What I miss most
I am torn
Is it the champagne of your skin? The silken purity
Or your Love in its rawest most vulnerable desperate clinging clutching beauty
Or is it the avacadoness...

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Low-level office drone,
you move cautiously in the corporate hive
Never bringing any attention to yourself,
especially when the pink slip memos fly by
The queen bee of your department,
protects her workers very well
Although from time to time,
she has...

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Embracing this low and calm fumes
Adopting these reserved maneuvering skills
Rehearsing my lines daily…hoping to perfection
I wish to be the extra prototype when the curtain rises up
I will majestically bow to the jury…doubting their frown
Here with...

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Sing a different song

The neighborhood rotting by day
Air not fresh like was years back
Green nature gone and not to cattle’s belly
That’s why I will sing a different song

The young no longer stands for the old
Fumes...

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1. When Satan was an Angel:

    He discovered fault finding easy in the Heavenly Society.
    
    No reason to put forth an effort to improve,

 ...

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“The Dead Life”
(Sleep is the Sister of Death, so I am told)

Wake every morning take a break from death. From the life I live inhaling immortal breath. Uncontrolled vision of lives lived in my head....

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WHO ARE THESE AMBITOUS MEN
WHO STAND BEFORE ME
ARE THEE THE SAMETHAT TAKES
BARLEY FROM THE FEILDS
AND STORES IT IN THE CAVES
MIGHT THE MEN OF THE FEILDS
SHAVE YOUR BEARDS
TO SHOW YOUR FACES
OR SHALL THE WOMAN
OF EVENING
CAUSE YOU...

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Today’s the Super Bowl Parade
And you cannot escape,
If you’re in the vicinity,
The tons of ticker tape.

The paper floating through the air,
With lots more at the ready,
No longer comes from ticker tape,
Once used for this confetti.

True...

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The pix so scattered, young and old
some of fond memos, long ago
ageless encounters, some so-so,
the wall seems cluttered ~ overload!

Pix can come down ~ be changed, we grow
and those forgotten, in books fold
are somehow keepsakes...

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Because I could not escape from Life –  
It rudely dragged me forth –  
The chaos swirled, consuming all –  
And Oblivion, my worth.

We raced through days – no time to rest...

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On one of those old black-and-whites 
with Orson "Spendthrift" Welles on board, 
and many memos lying ignored, 
the studio's money men took fright. 

They brought in Stephen "hard man" Fier 
to get the budget back...

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I was rushing a project, due at 6,
With a messy top, I couldn’t resist
Arranging trays with photos of my man;
Such thick debris, a whole clean-up began.
A jar of expired tea spilled on my chest
Now, this...

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