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Now at my workplace, waiting for my corporate lead, and no sooner said there she was as everybody behind me being fellow workers--not working, before she reached the front desk counter, I turned quickly to them and told them to continue their obligations people are working, and with that said, they went back to work, and I turned back around and flights of a moment, sees her ...
Welcome Ms. Sanford/Isabel Sanford, of the "Jeffersons" sitcom, herself and her lady-in-waiting, she displays a sweet disposition as she fills out the guest registration. A few minor details, and lastly, mentioning the purpose that she's in the Bay Area, not so much the hotel, I hand her an envelope.
This Ms. Sanford, was left for you by San Francisco's Morning A.M. TV broadcast. The bellman will take you to your suite straightaway, Ms. Sanford, do enjoy your stay with us and if you have any further questions, call me, my name is ..., enjoy your stay Ms. Sanford.
What about love
Is dating for fun
Being attracted to each other
Is a very interesting thing
However, if the passion fades
And the love disappears it will be boring
Just like you and your ex, you have broken up
So there is no need to keep mentioning each other
Or thinking about each other
It is meaningless and meaningless encounter
When love comes, you are together
And when the feeling is gone, you separate
Everything goes according to your own feelings
And you don't care about the feelings of the other party
If one party doesn't feel anything
The love of the other party will also be cut in half
It is forced to end like this
And there is not even a chance to appeal
It is really selfish
Love is something that cannot be explained
Sometimes the more you understand, the more you love
Sometimes the more you understand, the less you love
So it is better to enjoy life.
The intensity of her minds wiring
into her writing leaves some people
feeling uncomfortable that the rug
of shag comfort has been ripped apart
from underneath them and that was not her
intention, in mentioning that shes so gifted,
and prolific, that shes making it hard for them,
too just drink inside the depths, of the carpet
fibers of her minds intelligence, weaving
creative ingeniously into the design of just being
who she really is, an ornamental carpet ,to display,
on the floor of peoples discontented and
uncomfortable jealousy in their weaving of
the fibers of the rumors of her being " Just Crazy".
I'm sorry for
hurting you,
sorry for not telling
You what you want to hear…
I'm sorry for not
missing you,
Promise to do that
in the next life...
I'm sorry for not
mentioning you
to my friends…
I'm sorry for not
saying your name in my sleep anymore
‘Cause, I'm still getting over the hurt,
the lies and frustrations,
You played your part,
you mastered the act...
Its my time now,
Its my time to shine,
Its my time to roll the dice,
Its my time to play the ace...
Let’s see you try
and rule my life,
I am in CONTROL!!
And you?
Well, you are just a distant memory...
"Teacher Tanaz"
I am teacher Tanaz
Wish to be your Topaz
I am frolic
But my activities are catalytic.
Chemist by selection
Laughter in your end reaction .
I act carefree
Wishing you all to be stress-free.
Working in unison
Dipping smilie in your solution.
Titration, Filteration, adsorption , absorption
Words that help me to draw your attention.
My chemistry is full of colours
With all tastes and flavours.
Call me when u are gloomy.
I am always there to make you happy
Teacher Aarti'
You stand for honesty.
Mind full of purity.
Famous for your punctuality.
Worthy is your loyalty.
Worth mentioning is your sensitivity.
Worth noting is your diligency..
As you retire, who will overcome this deficiency?
With regards
Ketaki
hanging out amongst those who are like minded
new to the group naive to the lies and deceptions
groomed with gifts fun spotlight low expectations
time goes by everything great money had you blinded
you had the lovers fame reputation all felt so right
competitiveness between group members alike
tension becomes intolerable to the point of dislike
truth be told about how to settle with a fist fight
threats were always spewed but no action taken
group members siding causing small divisions
most tired of the tension making hasty collisions
all about money fashion lovers has caused a shaken
this one particular night you decided not to indulge
feeling not up to par your soul making you elusive
hung out as usual thinking how things can be decisive
something felt off your intuition gave you a nudge
not feeling the vibe decided to step out side for air
unbeknownst to you the tension was thickening
come back in moments later you were witnessing
an argument turned deadly body sit dead in a chair
blood that carries secrets slowly coagulate
thick dark stickiness that drew in flies
smells whilst being puddling burying lies
sitting in panic with beads of sweat from distress
wondering what to do where to go who is who
paranoid with being inexperienced about crime
this was not part of a plan to hang out this time
nobody to trust running scared sleepless night too
would they let you just walk away knowing what you seen
following you haunting you in dreams to scare you quiet
this secret causing the heart and mind to have an inner riot
telling was out of the question not even mentioning the scene
seeing members from time to times looking with evil eyes
made you reevaluate the meaning of like minded people
following popularity status spotlight really reels in sheeple
darker than you will ever admit magic deceit and lies
realizing having your own individuality avoids like mindedness
you don't have to say you endure and was scare most of the time
this experience help heal suppress parts traded for being a slime
learning things about yourself now has you with sharp sightedness
In Chicago, my summer of '70 was spent working with a program seeking to rescue drug addicts, alcoholics, and street gangs. The following
summer of '71, found me on the convention floor at the McCormick Place in Chicago where I was a counselor providing guidance and spiritual instructions
for those who had accepted Christ as their savior at the Billy Graham Crusade. In May of '72, I was graduating from a Bible College in Chicago. In June of '72
on a Saturday noon, I was saying "I do" at the altar of a church and by next morning I was on our honeymoon in Central Wisconsin. By the Fall of '74, I
could be found in the Mississippi Delta pioneering a little church and during missionary work among the children in the community. I also had a job doing
social work among the senior citizens in that rural farming community. This is also where I was when a peanut farmer, Jimmy Carter, became President of
the U.S. in 1976. After driving 2000 miles across the country, life continued on the fast moving track and found me on the Streets of San Francisco in the Fall
of '78. Not long after arriving, my attention was glued to the San Francisco Chronicle and the local television stations bringing fresh and up to the minute
news of The People Temple, its leader Jim Jones, and the mass suicides in Guiana, South America. Then there was the assassination of the San Francisco
mayor and a supervisor and the riot that followed. In the fall of '79, there was the 'Iranian Hostage Crisis" and take-over of the American Embassy.
02212018PSContest,Honorable Mentions Contest Worth Mentioning, Richard L.
The coldness of past memories
nagging in my mind,
when the first sight turns out to be
an army officer in a dark green suit,
with a rifle in his hand,
not the pleasing dark blue and gold school gate.
The familiar yells and greetings,
replaced by a awkward cold silence...
when every students stand in single file,
to pass the metal detector's always doubtful glance
without suspicion.
bags checked, inside out,
colourless and transparent they are,
and almost everything else:
water bottles, lunch boxes, pencil boxes..
And every classroom filled with voices,
always not talking of how they spent the extended holiday
but the reason* for being extended,
even though it was banned.
Student population rises,
but only after more than half of May was gone.
Teachers helpless,
unable to cover the syllabus
but also unable to have morning or afternoon classes.
Sports clubs and other societies...
their meetings always lacking members...
Unable to mind our own business,
cuz no students was allowed to open classrooms
without a teacher.
And even before the scent of the newly starched uniforms were gone,
exams began to haunt the days...
stretching until it ended on the 1st, the last day of the term.
Oh man, is this what our school term used to be?
* for the 'reason', you can read the poem "Flashback of the Day" which I have written on 4/21/2019
I decided on not mentioning it in the poem...
We planned for cycling in Northern Montana
Me, Marvin, Louis, and Anna
I had doubts about them, though they were healthy
For Anna could never resist a selfie
Marvin couldn't plan, Louis attracted disaster
Mainly because he always had to go faster.
Me, my only problem was I'm slightly bats
and guiding these guys was like herding cats.
We flew in with our bikes to Glacier Park
Started our day while it was still dark
Marvin wore a T-shirt, the fool didn’t care,
Sweating up the switchbacks, in the frosty air.
Then snowmelt got him soaked, and the road took a dive
Cold wind froze him; more ice than alive
Anna asked me to take a photo with a bear
I turned around, but she was no longer there.
Just a fatter grizzly, and a titanium frame
Maybe I can sell it, waste is such a shame.
Louis blasted past a "Road Closed" sign,
Rockfall twisted his bike like an old clothesline.
(Chorus)
Don’t be like us, leave the park for the bears
From my vantage point, I can say no-one cares
What starts as a dream can get very stark
And end under a tombstone mentioning Glacier Park.
Then I headed out on 'going to the sun'
the scenery was a heartache, the riding so much fun
The slope got steep, I had to zig zag wide
A fast cyclist came down; I veered off the side
I survived, don't know how or why
But my friends had joined that bike shop in the sky.
So I'll hang up my helmet, think of each friend
and how a dream of Montana drove them round their last bend.
Hollywood could be their favorite kind of lumber
Puppets come from the pine forest cut and dry
In a mahogany box polished and refined
Labeled and shipped out to other countries
With big warnings not to smoke on the side
Puppets don't smoke
They are not alive
But smoking is bad
We understand
Under certain circumstances
The next best thing to being alive
Is a painted smile and beady eyes
Never ask questions of dead wood
It is obvious they can't answer
They are not just another log from the forest
Some stump stuffed in a box for something
Avoid whittling in front of puppets
Talking fire or smoke is impolite
Mentioning matches in mixed company
Is considered treason in some circles of trees
Puppets will never take bribes
They are not that kind
They are not people
Not prone to compromise
Inanimate objects can't talk
Maybe they don't want to
It could be your cheap perfume
Or that carving tool in your pocket
I refuse to say anything
About a puppet on a string
That would be mean