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PORTFOLIO CAREER
One could say I’ve had a portfolio career
Starting off researching in pharmacology
Slow solid progress, but make no apology
But no drug found to save mankind, I fear
I dallied with training some clients to drive
I also designed a machine to analyse EEG
Otherwise known as brainwaves, you see
But it was for other goals I had to strive
Then I became part of the computer age
A wondrous time of so much innovation
Application software, fourth generation
Business calculations leaping off the page
Of the financial markets, I heeded the call
Directing projects for banking worldwide
Such an unreal environment, but I tried
Yet city pinstripes never suited me at all
I managed services for the criminally insane
Or at least those with a psychiatric history
But even the medical staff posed a mystery
I left in time, and never worked there again
Then staff recruitment in the public sector
Sourcing talent nationally and also USA
Social workers, both the blue and the grey
Another business where I was the director
But there was just time for more consulting
Social care projects, promoting prevention
And saving public money, a worthy intention
Clients’ reversion to old think, often insulting
Then finally came my decision to walk away
Retirement, with time for travel and writing
Letting out all that poetry inside was inviting
Almost five thousand by the end of the day
Men of the cloth they'd be known to be.
One of Christian taught values.
One of Judeo-Christian taught values.
One of Judeo taught values.
They are inside a place of worship.
They are together as one but not of one accord.
They have a duty to perform.
They came together to see whose task is best.
The task is the equitable divide of the offering plate.
What part goes to the Lord who represents His House of Worship.
What part goes to those in His service, being the three of them.
Christian says, "I will go to the middle of the sanctuary...
...where I will draw a straight line, toss the offering into the air...
...whatever falls to the right be the Lord's and the left be for us."
They talk not in one accord, until...
Judeo-Christian says, "I will go to the middle of the sanctuary...
...where I will draw a circle, toss the offering into the air...
...whatever falls into the circle be the Lord's and falls out be for us."
They talk not in one accord, until...
Judeo takes the other two outside of the sanctuary and says,
"This is what I will do, I will toss the offering into the air...
...whatever the Lord catches, is for the Lord, and...
...whatever falls to the ground be for us.
Men of the cloth are of one accord.
*I wrote this earlier in my life circa unknown, but in the fall of 1976 I shared it with my fellow co-worker and it was submitted by him, unbeknownst to me, to a nationally recognized magazine. After a check submittal I received, I then signed a release, it appeared in their Spring 1977 publication, making this my first of several of my works to appear thereafter.
If you think I am mad
Then you are wrong
I am indifferent to how my ancestors were done
Raped, beat, slaved and hung
Yet you say we still singing yesterdays song
Babies scorched in cotton fields
Farming and harvesting for someone else's yield
Nationally known as Willie Lynch
I'm dropping facts I'm not giving hints
This is about what they did
Not what they didn't
We are the true decendants
They stole our very remembrance
Once they took off the chains
They left psychological scars and stains
Yet they got no repirations
Can you equate to their pain
Let alone this conversation
Not meant to offend
Its about ancestry dividends
Every nation had its hand in America's
Melting pot
When Christ returns things will get hottt
No more identity theft
They painted his face
And tried to hide what was left
War=America
Prisoners of war = 12 tribes of Israel
We got a bad deal
Don't get upset I'm just keeping it real
They took the natives land
Then offered a helping hand
Put them on reservations
Called it social meditation
They took ships to reach the 12 tribes
They came with ruffles, bullets and bribes
Africans and Arabs sold them out
For spices, wine and guns
Nothing is new under the sun
This is not just another poem
So if you think I am mad
Then you are wrong
I am indifferent to
how my ancestors were done
07/13/2018
As we approach the end of the 2000-2001 LMU school year,
I can’t help but wonder why I haven’t gotten any smarter.
In fact if I was to take one of those “smart tests”
I would probably score the same number I scored last year.
By “smart tests” I’m of course referring to such nationally well-known tests as the
SAT’s, or lesser known tests of knowledge such as
“Think-You’re-Smart-Well-Try-This-One-On-For-Size-Jack!”
or the even more obscure “Is-That-A-Monkey-Under-Your-Armpit?”
(Which in actuality only consists of the question itself followed by a box marked yes that you
can either check or leave unchecked. This may not actually be an official test but a kid asked
me this in the Lair and thought I’d be a fool to say no), which brings me to the point I will
focus on, expand, and blow completely out of proportion by the end of the article. The point
being that education is for the birds (which is one of the reasons why they’ve learned to fly
and we’re still stuck flapping our arms on top of our roofs).
Yet another defenseless Black man
Screaming to no avail
For his mother as his life is...
Slowly,
Shamefully,
Dehumanizingly snuffed out
By police officers, this time, Black police officers.
Black on black crime at it's most brutal, and why?
Why? For heaven's sake, why?
Heart-wrenching it is watching a human being,
Clothed in my chocolate skin,
Stripped of his humanity, of his dignity.
Why? For what?
I felt like driving my clenched fist through a wall.
I felt like pulling strands of my hair out, except,
There are none to pull.
Watching a deadly black on black crime
Televised nationally - utter outrage!
What is this world coming to?
Rest in peace, Tyre Nichols.
I Felt Like Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
Date written: 02/09/2023
Donald Trump Das Fuehrer's Braggadocio
Wrapped up in the Christmas holiday spirit,
I surmise doth allow
nationally collective obliviousness
to steer ship of state
(these United States)
to suffer retaliatory browbeat
ting activates, detonates, generates
je nais sais quois maliciousness
upon North American consciousness
from wickedly vehement uproarious tirades
the "FAKE" president doth crow,
whereby every word uttered
by the misfit mealy mouthed madman
in the Oval Office directly
impacts Lady Liberty, sans dow
wager even when the brash,
defensive, haughty...commander
in chief doth raised by alternately
by one or both colored eyebrow,
which nonverbal hostile
body language triggers
concomitant domino fallout
to devastating effect,
whereby analogous nee
palpable invisible reverberations
trigger thee threat
of global mortal Kombat flow
war moves the dial on
the Doomsday Clock to foreshadow
the stark realization of glow
bull thermonuclear conflict to hoe
var ominously over planet Earth,
which scenario haint Noah Joe
king matter, cuz
more'n juiced *****sapiens know
wingly, would be decimated,
where from Noel fierce
riding hobby horse, could
weather thee irrevocable low
down, once bombs away loosed,
and poised to strike
every fibrous marrow
with an irreversible tendon cee,
yet some hardy
species might narrow
lee escape radioactive fallout,
and blithely usurp meaning overthrow
this most menacing creature,
whose opposable thumb didst pro
pell the nasty, short tempered,
and mean minded
to upset status quo
and shred of a fatalistic,
graphic, and horrific roadshow
no Wizard of Oz (zee us born)
negating, obliterating, and pulverizing
the uninhabitable landscape
with burnt offerings
much more frightful than scarecrow,
which worst case scenario,
could explode today or tomorrow
leaving no trace of unlovely bones
merely mass cremated powder,
hence forsaked salvation
from... say Beto
O'Rourke, whose actively
democratic gumption joisted paradigm
grim fate recklessly
(hypothetically) did veto.
I have a skin, brown tan melolin
Inside of me is water, energy
I have nodes from which buds are formed
I am shapeN like a football, a peanut, a fat lumpy carrot
I may develop sprouting, buds, green spots
I may be spoilage, not cause my parents giving me everything I ask
Interspersed in a tubular, vallecular
If for I am green growing out my sprouts
I am better off tossed out
Thrown away
What, Who am I
The one with many eyes, but no hands
Whom, am eye with eyes and spots
Inside me is water, starch and energy
Inside me ivory tan inside me
I am russet Burbank Shepody, Umatilla
What nation to I come from
What nationally am I
You see I am not human
But I human-to-see
I have many so love
the growing points so are potato tubers,
each with a little stem bud
the Red, White, Russet Oh’ how we love
begin to sprout, the growths those roots,
eyes, and bumps have a high
concentration of compounds see
I’m not human
I am a potato
There is such darkness all around
spiritually morally socially emotionally
it is effecting everything in sight
wherever we are it's scattering nationally
We need a remedy to this ill
something to overcome this evil force
to face it head on as it stands
make sure to strip at it's source
God needs to come with His light
this light so filled with power divine
coming down from heaven above
sent with enlightenment to shine
This light would be God sent
to rescue this world in it's sin
it's penetration would eternally show
mankind helpless hopeless can't win
This light's stronger than any sun
eternally always will be for ever
Jesus coming powerfully in His truth
for He is our source our eternal giver
The Snohomish County Health District is using the Angel of the Winds Casino's Everett arena. In order to treat victims of COVID-19. Whereas in Seattle 300 Army medical core medical professions are being utilized to treat patients not being effected by the Coronavirus. In Kent and Issaquah motels are being used to intern people affected by it. They are being monitored by the police. Yet in Kent, a homeless man broke lose and robbed a local convenience store.
The Army medical core is using the Seattle's CenturyLink Event Center and field. Treating non victims of COVID-19. Field hospitals are being established nationally and world wide. Treating this contemporary angel of death.
In Yakima twelve to thirteen inmates broke lose because their facility was being impacted by COVID-19. In several of the most impacted states, such as New York. The National Guard has been called out to render assistance. As of yesterday, thirty three of the fifty states have been effected by it.
There have been non essential business in Washington State. Ignoring Governor Jay Inslee's order to close down. First they will be warned, and finally they could lose their business licenses. For continued noncompliance.
President Donald Trump and Congress approved a stimulus package for our nation. Checks should be arriving direct deposit by the IRS in about two to three weeks. His stay at home order has been extended to April 30th.
Online schools are becoming the new normal for students. Even students without home computers can use their teacher's lesson plans. And in some areas home computers are being delivered to k-12 students.
We should watch, wait and pray for the COVID-19 to pass over us. By vanishing into thin air.
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 31, 2020
Black and blue boo boo bruises courtesy hurled Bobo box
No matter I sustained multiple contusions about the face and neck and minor head concussion after the missus tossed an unopened box of five apple pie stuff'd oat bites in my direction (what got whisked - as clocked by yours truly at lightspeed), nevertheless (whew), no permanent damage prevailed regarding the cherished goods.
While recuperating in the hospital bed,
I decided to craft incident report,
(yet refuse to implicate the missus)
quickly letting fingers
skitter across keyboard
couched with divine intervention,
cuz yours truly nearly got declared dead,
thus the following words quickly typed
before creative juices fled
despite skeptical readers,
who might immediately deduce
that I rightly ought to be
declared out of my talking head
thankful caring empowered
stalwart connections qua invaluable friends
gifted with emergency lifeline when pitted
with suicidal ideations, predilections,
utilizations fostering existential crisis,
hence resilience taught to thwart
self harmful and hurtful modus operandi
thru the dogma, ethos,
and faith of worthiness
and in remembrance of JED,
(whose founders lost
above mentioned son to suicide),
thus inadvertently halting epidemic,
whereby teens and young adults
offered mental health resources
by building resiliency and life skills,
promoting social connectedness,
and encouraging help-seeking
and help-giving behaviors
through nationally recognized programs,
digital channels, and partnerships,
as well as through the media
spreading the word
to cope against desire to annihilate self
(think nihilistic existentialism)
receiving immediate access
to forge an excellent outlook
reliable material broadcast
across social media platforms
exemplifying and identifying linkedin
ingenious and innovative modus operandi
such as promulgating hotline
flown like the goodyear blimp
videre licet zeppelin made of lead
clearly displaying credo
(which unfortunately never came to my aid -
just another statistic courtesy anorexia nervosa)
summed up as Ned:
A character education program that uses a cartoon character named NED to promote kindness and excellence in schools. NED is an acronym for "Never give up, Encourage others, and Do your best".