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…Dunder Mifflin
actions not mortifying
suddenly
the voice of a sportscaster
erupts
with the time of day
giving
the time of day
quarterly
…Mash
not a lover’s quarrel
but
like Burns and Houlihan
together
to screw with “the cast”
…Priestly
but the devil
was tattooed on an arm
scaring
the hell out of us
causing
us to retreat
like boxers to our corners
…Hart
not sexual
but sleazy
an occasional liar
at
his desk, I
saw past his
Pinocchio nose
he’d
not get fired
but
our 9 to 5
was a little kinder
…Slater
but schemed
to make her own team
it
wasn’t Betty
that was ugly
…Me
for to be the boss
would mean
I’d have to drive
the machine
not
be sent off a cliff
…a novel opportunity
but
poetry
THE *****'S ANNALS:
At the table of verdict was the ***** seated;
Breathing his last before senteced to prison.
Couldn't hide the state of how's feeling;
'Dead zone', he exclaimed as he's highly fronzen.
Every heart of his loved ones really saddened.
Friends and families connived to pull him down for no reason;
Grinded his excellence and burnt down his dignity,
Holistically because he's always winning.
Intricated him to sign a stoical deal they schemed.
Jilt they served him after achieving what they aimed;
Knocked him out from the working team.
Later in years, he's now freed.
Mighty God's replaced all that he lost.
Now his traitors are jailed after right-time's talked.
Openly, he's vindicated in the law court.
Praise and adoration he sings unto God.
Quadrifurcating of this issue's solely to be thonged;
Raised completely for'll to learn not to give out a trust.
Same way staying wise when you've been dass.
Troubles in the suspooks house,
Unable to understand the *****'s acts.
Voice of the visionary's highlighted with an active mind.
Whence, the studious scholar says 'it's a fact'.
X factor positively influencing the *****'s heart.
Yeah, his emancipation is strong and intact.
Zone of proximal development, the *****'s annals abstract.
THEY SAID HE HAD A POOR ATTITUDE
HE WAS A SORE LOSER
A PERSON WHO TRAINED HARD
AND FOLLOWED COACHES INSTRUCTION
BUT WOULD SELDON TAKE DEFEAT IN STRIDE
HE WAS SEEN BY HIS FOOLOW COMRADS AS
A PERSON YOU WANT ON YOUR SIDE
BUT YOU DIDN'T WANT TO COMPETE DIRECTLY WITH HIM
BECAUSE HE LACKED A MORAL SENCE OF OBLIGATION
HE WHIND LIKE A BRAT.
HE'D CAUSE HIS PARTNERSHIPS TO LACK FOCUS
HE'D OFTEN BE SEEN WITH
FOES OF HIS FREINDS
CAUSING THEM TO NEVER REALLY TRUST HIM
HE LACKED A SENSE OF DIRECTION
AND WHEN THOSE WHO SAW COLLABORATIVE EFFORTS
WOULD BENEFIT BOTH
HE'D DO SOMETHING TO CAUSE VICTORY: BUT HE LACKED
THE STAY-IT-IST THAT TEAM WORK NEEDS
TO HAVE A COHESIVE GELLING.
WE CELEBRATED HIM AS BEST IN THE WORLD
THIS WAS DONE WHEN HE BECAME THE
FIVE TROPHY CHAMPION DEFEATING
A MAN WHO WAS SMARTER, TALLER, FASTER, MORE AGILE
AND SOME SAID MORE CUNNING.
HE SAW PAST HIS FAULTS AND DECIDED HE WAS THE BEST IN THE WORLD
AND ALL HE NEEDED TO DO WAS DEFEAT THE CHAMPION TO DO SO.
HE DID: SEVERAL PEOPLE WISHED HIM DEFEATED
THEY CONSORTED, PLOTTED, SCHEMED, AND EVEN CHALLENGED HIM
BUT ONE MAN SAID HE WAS EQUAL IN STANDINGS TO
THE MAN THE WORLD CALLED CHAMPION. a FELLA THAT REPRESENTED THREE COMPANIES AS CHAMPION, WON HIS SIXTH CHAMPIONSHIP FUSSING THE TITLES CREATING
A NEW NAME FOR HIS REPRESENTATION. SIX COMPANIES CALLED HIM CHAMPION,
HE REFUSE TO DEFEND THE BELTS SEPARATELY, AND HE
PUT IN HIS CONTRACT UNLESS HIS COMPANIES WOULD FULLY TRY ON NATIONAL TELEVISION TO SUPPORT HIS EFFORTS AS THE ONLY
AND TRUE COMBINED CHAMPION, HE WOULD FORFEIT THE TITLES CAUSING ALL SIX COMPANIES TO HAVE TO DEVELOP TOURNAMENTS.
WELL IT WORKED
SOMEONE SAW A PROFIT IN WHAT WAS HAPPENING
AND 11 COMPANIES CAN TOGETHER FOR ONE NIGHT IN COSTA RICO.
THEY CALLED THE EVENT
"NTAEUS'S CROWNING" THE MAIN EVENT WAS CALLED CROWNING ARTAEUS" THEY WRESTLED FOR 56:59 MINUTES WHEN THE TIME KEEPER RANG THE BELL.
HIS CLOCK HAD BEEN OFF SET. SOME CITED INTERFERENCE. bUT THE TIMEKEEPER HAD BEEN SWORN TO A CERTAIN LEVEL OF MORAL CODING.
BOTH CHAMPIONS THINK THE BOUT WAS AT A DRAW WERE SUPRISED TO HEAR, THE THE ATHLETIC COMMISSION SPEAK THE WORDS aNTAEUS vECTOR" WHICH MEANT A RESOLUTION HAD TO BE MADE. THEY DECIDED ON A TEN MINUTE CONTEST.
BOTH COMATANTS WRESTLED TO A DRAW.
As I look down and see the ground
On which my feet don’t stand
The light I see is all around
Things haven’t gone as planned
It’s really kweer, I’m standing here
And somehow, you are not
You did your worst, let me go first
Off of that beauty spot
So, was I dead between the ears
Too dumb to see your lies
Or to spot your cunning plan
In which it’s me that dies
Everywhere I look are sheep
On tiny pasture clouds
They’re interspersed with people
Who have wings and wispy shrouds
We didn’t shake on our done deal
We sealed it with a kiss
I would leap, then so would you
To our eternal bliss
The best laid plans of nice young men
Lie face down in the mud
For I chose this eternal light
And you chose my best bud
You schemed to take my life insurance
’pon our rocky shores
Ironic that your latest squeeze
Will soon be taking yours
I watched you in your fancy car
The car that once was mine
But then you took it for a drive
When he had spiked your wine
So when you get here you’ll be processed
Then sent to the basement
I hope it’s not too warm for you
For it’s an all time placement.
Bloom Road
Wherefore be this heavenly place?
Untouched by the metropolis'
inhumane demands?
Tis in your heart, dear friend, such
a place be.
Free of political buffoonery.
One must be a bold discoverer of
the heart.
For if not, Bloom Road is naught!
In the sweetest dwelling of your wishes,
Lies Bloom Road, and warm, delicious,
awaiting kisses.
Life is not an accident for those
with drreams.
It's an actuality that's both planned
and deftly carved and schemed.
Be off now, and the hunter be....
Bloom Road and thy keenest lover,
Are at the ready, just for thee.
August 17, 2020
You took advantage of me
My youth and gullibility
A medical professional held in such high esteem
Yet behind a closed door evil schemed
An older gentleman with charismatic charm
Interested, funny, reassuring, calm
Highly regarded ,recommended, well known
No fear at all of being with you alone
A bustling surgery with comings and goings
Streams of patients that just kept flowing
My appointments were always early morning
Before my work-day started transforming
It started with little things and l just wasn’t sure
My mind in turmoil as l walked out your door
Blaming myself …..this just can’t be
This man is the best in the business ….so it has to be me!
The day l knew it was definitely not right
In shock, uncomfortable, embarrassed…..l took flight
I cried so hard…l felt violated
My whole being felt desecrated
I made a call, my story pursued
Confirming my truth ,my trust and body you abused
My own questions, doubts, uncertainty l hushed
Believing instead in a man of position and trust
You did to me what you shouldn’t do
For your own pleasure .… there was no excuse
A trusting young woman you exploited and abused
You took advantage of me…..Shame, Oh shame on You!
You take the femininity of my stance,
decide that I never stood a chance
To be the greatest player in all the league.
The moment I’d spoke
and how I would joke, never put your fear at ease.
After sipping wine and after sipping mine
it was like you were giving me advice
You speak like you know, yet really you don’t
I’m learning to not even think twice
I don’t know from where you’ve got the impression,
that you have the power to truly lessen every part of me and my best intentions
I think someone’s hurt when their name is not mentioned.
You yearn for a loop that you chose to lose
you act like a gift that we should all choose
It’s starting to feel like you’re leaving me clues.
I’m not so convinced by this satisfaction;
It feels like a master plan, a deafening distraction.
All of those times you’ve schemed to make pain
thinking you’d made a storm, you can’t even make rain.
You’re just an eye-roll, a deep sigh and I’m fine
all of this jealousy, none of it’s mine.
So next time you decide to curse all of my skies
I’d save all your breath, I’d save all that time
because my world will keep spinning, I’ll get on with my day
while you talk and you talk, till there’s nothing to say.
I have a confession to make. I’m a trust fund baby
and a member of the educated Elite.
In my defense, I'm a newcomer in both categories.
I got my trust fund at 18 and graduated Yale University this year.
I was a double major, at university, in biochemistry and celibacy,
until as a sophomore, I met this tall, handsome, awkward, disheveled, physicist in a coffee shop and knavishly schemed my way into his life.
(He insists that he knavishly schemed his way into my life.)
Let’s get poetic-ish..
I said,
“Let’s start a flirtationship
abstract, immaterial and fun.
We have a little chemistry - an interesting.. tension.
Could we just have an involvement and not read into it?
Something friction free, hands free, germ free, and guilt free?
Let's get a pizza, don't worry, I'm paying.”
Of course, that was a lie.
I had designs, I wanted him in the utmost
and honestly, when do I not get what I want?
"I was by far the knavishist." I admitted.
"Then you don't know knavishEST.," he responded, shaking his head 'no'.
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songs for this:
Honeypie by JAWNY
Really Saying Something by Bananarama & Fun Boy Three
Her woes weren't on her life in siege
But the forerunner of fate's besiege
Her guts sensed an unknown chill
As faceless men stalked her in dark.
Speaking truth, half of men turn foes
Other half silent in fright of a regime,
A force that divide men by their faith
To rule forever with evil staff of hate.
She spoke of castes that suppressed
She spoke against blind belief of mass
She spoke of slavery from blind Faith
She spoke against the power corrupt.
She wrote of suffering brought by men
Her strength in free thinkers fast grew
Nightmare of a regime if people think
Evil designs spread in the market of hate.
Mom for many, courageous and clam
Never wavered before truth and facts
Spoke with clear concepts and concern
She knew her enemies, but went on.
She wanted this world a better place
She yearned men to equally prosper
She wanted poor free their shackles
Of slavery of mind of conniving men.
They schemed a plan for her exit
Men with guns were sent stalking
Shots were fired on a fragile frame
She fell dead before her own house
They cheered her death for a fees
They started build narratives in hate
The powerful struck a name in a list
A list of people soon going to die.
(Gauri Lankesh (1962 – 2017) was an Indian journalist-turned-activist from Bangalore, Karnataka. She was shot to death by assailants outside her home on 5 September 2017. At the time of her death, Gauri was known for being a critic of right-wing Hindu extremism.....Wikipedia )
I want a tree like my grandmother had, Lizabeth said.
She planned and schemed and wrote it down from her head.
It was the fifties when trees were aqua, silver and pink.
People thought they were modern, boy, what a think!
Jennifer searched forever for the exact shade of pink.
She showed it to grandma and said, “What do you think?”
Grandma was delighted, it was like the one she had as a new bride.
I cannot tell you how excited I am with this tree by my side.
It reminds me of my honeymoon, for we married in November.
It reminds me of marvelous Christmas memories in December.
It reminds me of Grandpa, I am sure he can see it where he is.
I am honored by this gesture, she said to her granddaughter Liz.