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So, XYZ Company, after my five years of servitude and loyalty
you close the doors, you dissolve the department
with less than a day's notice, because, hey, that's all we deserve-
And it was no accident you announced right before Memorial Day
So you don't have to give us holiday pay
And of course you think that's fair
You would rather deny a dozen people their livlihood
Than deny yourself your vacation home in Hawaii
Or your Montana ranch, or your private plane
At least, you avoided the hyprocrisy
Of pretending to be sorry.
And what of our bonus, XYZ Company,
that you promised, oh so ardently!
Oh dear, so sorry, quarterly revenue goals
were missed by thatmuch
so whoops, can not pay bonus after all
And it would be super great if everyone
Could just develop group amnesia
that we ever said it was 'absolutely' on the way-
Oh, XYZ Company, you scammed us, you flim-flammed us
You lied and you know it and we know it
We were betrayed like an unfaithful lover
Burned like an untrue friend
But there is no illusion here of friendship, or respect, or trust
Or even professionlism
You have no future, XYZ Company, for you are dying
diseased, corrupt, and caving in,
squeezing pennies 'til the end
And I am glad to be long gone
When the collapse comes
When the avalanche of your ruin is complete
And you are done-
Submitted to 'The Gem that Slipped through the Cracks' contest on 2/09/21
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
I don’t recognize this container I’m in.
Where did it come from and when?
It happened overnight, I thought I had time.
I thought I had braced myself for this inevitable transition.
But when the obvious became real
I was still caught off guard
Not willing now to sanction this transmutation.
It’s frustrating being forced to accept these changes.
I never agreed, show me where and when I signed up for it!
My mind tricked me.
The way I think is childlike and silly.
But the other day I went to scratch my head, and what I saw on my arms,
Made me feel scammed and caused me dread!
The fish scale, wrinkles and hanging muscles.
These can’t be my arms they’re my grandmothers.
I looked closer at this organism
And was astonished to find so many areas falling behind.
Where are the protocols in place to prevent this?
Where are the protocolist, The manufacturers warranties,
And general implements and installments.
I paid in all my life
And this is the assurance my insurance gives me.
Damn, I wish I would have read the small print.
Mistakes I have made
Errors I have committed
Hearts I have broken
People I have legitimately and illegitimately insulted
I have scammed
I have jilted
I have used and dumped
What else were you told?
For being so cold
Yes I have done thoroughly all of them
But what do they matter?
Because that was my past
My past my past my past
But you are my present
The lady I want to give my heart to as present
The lady I want to love with the whole of my strength
The lady I want to because of, go to any length
The lady I want to forever keep in my emotional tent
You are that precious jewel I want to spend my life with
The Queen I want to prepare breakfast for
The woman I want as the mother of my children
But you have choices
It is a world of multiple choices
Hold on to my past and let go of me
Or believe in my present and let write the new story together
But either ways, I will always love you
ABSOL - 07032277508
Form:
Please Donald if you'd disregard ,
my antics for a bit ;
I will tell you how I'm feeling,
and share of it a bit ...
I would never wish ill will on a man;
or with his employ,
somethings my Dad instiolled in me ;
since I was a boy....
My Dad was a hard working man,
took care of his family ;
And as I grew into a man,
that was the plan for me ...
In my family we spent time each night,
to eat a meal and watch TV,
we even gathered for the News ,
where of you I got my first views ...
I remember hearing that ,
you helped some families ;
acts of kindness I suppose ,
or payment for assistance ,
not sure just how that goes ....
Anyway it went along ,
the Towers and much more ;
even WWe wrestlin,
with McMahon;
the ing whore .....
As a son though to a billionaire;
always in the limelight of the city,
why didnt you find some older girls ,
or for age doo you not care ???
It could be alot of scammed delight ;
though tell me did you pen ;
Ghislaines admission from her prison cell,
Cause that dont seem right....
And why was Bill even mentioned ;
it puzzles me much more ,
like we all know about Monica,
and no she was no whore....
so tell me please and do not distract,
or the topics not to change,
will you go on Steve Wilkos ;
so your admissions do not change ......
In the beginning
I was pure in vision
Seeing unity
Without knowledge of division
Barely walking
With my wobbly legs
I became lost
In the mind's maze
Equating my worth
To service and cleaning
Trying to be endured
Without anyone intervening
I lost my will to be present
Or allow anyone to experience essence
Too afraid to disappoint
Easier to withhold my presence
After healing, I began to flow
Wherever LOVE would lead
Still hidden, deeply
Inside my unexplored need
I see it now, plain and clear
Spiritual memory arose to proclaim
You may have shaped my experiences
But it's too late...I know my name.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-02-2026
We drove in two separate cars a few miles along the ocean shore
I am not afraid, life has been depressing, I just don’t care anymore
We turn down a pebbled driveway, with lion statues guarding the gate
I am shocked when I see us approaching an old Victorian mansion estate
Frank gets out of his car, his blue eyes bright and with a smile on his face
He tells me he just inherited this mansion and is busy renovating the place
He takes my hand as he leads me up the granite steps and into the foyer
He tells me he has a case in town, and has also been working as a lawyer
We walk through a marbled living room and into a nautical themed den
He tells me he has lived here since May as he inherited the mansion then
He then tells me that he has known about me and is distant cousin of my ex
I start to let my guard down, even though I am not sure what will happen next
He looks into my eyes and smiles, takes my hands and gently kisses me
I enjoy his kisses and let him embrace me closer, not feeling afraid only free
He leads me upstairs to his master bedroom with a view of crashing waves
I am so amazed and elated, but I need to slow down and not give in and cave
He takes my hand and leads me out through the French doors to the balcony
We sit in antique wrought iron chairs while sipping wine, just like a fantasy
I suddenly start to feel very sleepy, woozy and faint, not sure what is going on
He then carries me to his large bed, lays me down and the curtains are drawn
I wake up the next morning, realizing I am naked under the covers in his bed
Trying to remember last night, as I start to worry with some feelings of dread
Relieved, I hear Frank coming up the stairs as I start to relax and calm down
But instead an older woman walks in and stops and stares at me with a frown
I am shocked, I ask her who she is and if Frank is here somewhere downstairs?
She tells me she’s the owner, Frank was a contractor hired to do some repairs
She’s been scammed, the job’s not done and Frank's gone with all his tools
I feel a tear run down my face, as I realize I was played and now a gullible fool
11/2/19 The last and 4th part of The Distant Shores Series
Anything You Want Contest
Judged and NA'd on 11/2/19
Writing Challenge - December - Any poem NA'd in November 2019
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
You are my everything
My every hope
My every dream
I adore the way you sing
The way you sound
The way you speak
I love you…
And I don’t mean that metaphorically
Or rhetorically or any of that.
I mean plethorically
I love you more than plenty
Or adoringly
I mean this, my words aren’t empty
Can’t you see? My love could fill the seven seas
It’s like it was meant to be, or is it just me?
Please don’t say it’s just me…
That’d be the end of me
This I can guarantee
There is no future I foresee where there is no “we”
So I’m on my knees begging,
Please… please hear my plea.
I’m sorry if I seem desperate
But that’s because I am…
My life without you has no meaning
It’s like I’ve been scammed
It makes my mood go up and down
Like I’m on a tram-poline…
But I keep it to myself and write these poems
Because I don’t want to cause a scene,
Make myself seen
At this point, it’s just routine
To hide my feelings for you…
I wish I could make it known
Whenever you cry, my heart of stone
Cracks just a little bit more
I wish I could tell you…
You say you want a man
I would say “here I stand”
But I don’t think I can
I wish I could make you happy…
I’d never make you cry
I’d never leave your side
I’d give you all you wanted plus more
If I could, I’d give you my sight
Maybe then you’d see what I do
For I see a girl
who fights for what’s right
Who shines with such light
Who’s smile is so bright
I see a woman
who is so strong
Maybe not all brawn
But it’s to that mind which I’m drawn
I see you
Not just for who you seem
You’re sweet like ice cream
You’re just like a dream
In my eyes You’re the perfect person
Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
I might not be very wise,
But this I can’t compromise on
keep being who you are
Keep shining like a star
And don’t you ever forget
In my eyes, you’re perfect
We have been cheated
of watching the mist on the mountains
of the every day joys
living by waterfalls and mountain fountains
of nature in all of her
majesty in daily display
Civilization has broken
a pristine earth in play
to live in the system
built of tar and cement
the struggle for its money
upon things it is spent
My joy is where lakes
and their water lilies bloom
where the prickly cactus grows
and changing seasons in each room
when the clouds are blown
like feathers about in the wind
where our considerations think
left to men it will end
Will you miss the blue parrot
neon yellow chickadee
gone the toad golden
likely too soon will the bee
the dance of courtships
where flocks move to mate
as the corporations poisons
their death is its fate
So many dead zones
now exist in our seas
left to those who now govern
the worlds bounties now seize
If you expose them
you could disappear
passed executive orders
now make this law clear
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
There is a poetry contest on a web site to write your own dedication
A difficult task for a humble man; good thing I am not him.
They will line up by the door, I am sure, thousands by the score,
And I realize it will be televised for a million viewers more.
"We've come today", the president will say, "To honor Joseph Flach
Who has accomplished so many things, but none I can think of as a matter of fact.
But he must be loved by all of you and be someone that you revere,
Otherwise I must ask why else have we all gathered here?
"My notes are thin, and I never knew him, so someone please help me out,
Any of you amongst this slew, if you know something just give a shout.
Surely there's a reason for this dedication, he must have done some kind of thing."
They all look around, not making a sound, the silence is deafening.
"I once saw him juggle, at least three balls for about 10 or 15 tosses."
"He once played in a tennis tournament and he had the most losses."
"I read a poem that he once wrote and a few of the words made sense."
"He once spoke up at a town hall with a rip in the back of his pants."
Not a pretty sight and quite a fright to see them all get up and go,
Wondering why they were scammed to come to a dedication for some average Joe.
I heard them mumbling and on my last name stumbling, "Just who is this guy named Flach?"
Lucky for me, in reality, I've got years to try to win them back.
Acclimatization is a serious matter.
I mean one cannot keep bouncing around
a kaleidoscopic chameleon-like center
can one?
Therefore I have almost absolved myself from
causing all that emotional mayhem
that a youthful spirit engages upon
not having yet acclimatized itself
to whom I was, or to what I would become.
Was it my fault that all those
‘soon to be’ lovers
bought a copy of me,
an unedited work in progress?
Most who waded in the ankle-deep shallows
of those earlier days were but rough drafts,
early editions of what they eventually turn into.
The maxim: “they know not what they do”
has to apply or we would never arrive at that stage
of namely and to wit,
that stabilized imperfection most achieve.
Though I do pity the girls
who bought that knock-off copy of me,
the women who were scammed
by a none-copyright version of myself,
but to be fair,
they also were none-acclimatized
and should have saw
the dire warning: caveat emptor.