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I had seen this girl around my workplace,
one day she handled a problem with grace.
We were nurses and things could get nasty,
and this was no place to get all sassy!
I complimented her and then we talked,
and on our breaks in the park we walked.
The flame of friendship ignited in us,
our spirits entwined like twin blazes, yes!
We became a beautiful matching pair,
with a special friendship so very rare.
Then the unthinkable- she had to leave,
gone my counterpart and chum, Genevieve!
Oh, I was filled with sadness and deep loss,
and I wept and wept for my sweet friend lost.
Who would listen to my poems eyes closed,
and I had made her a lover of vintage old!
When she left I was in a dark chasm,
it will took a long time to find my awesome.
I never heard from her ever, ever again.
How could she not look back? How do I mend?
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May 2, 2018
Poetry/Couplet/Genevieve, My Lost Friend
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1018-953-18
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Someone called me baby doll today
like it was nothing,
like it was just a name
tossed casually across a workplace aisle.
But it wasn’t nothing.
Only two people ever called me that
One is still here,
alive and breathing
on the other end of a phone call
I keep meaning to make more often.
And it scared me
how quickly love becomes a reminder.
Because life is short.
Because tomorrow is not promised.
Because one day
even the voices we take for granted
become echoes.
And then my mind went to the other.
Her anniversary is coming up
like a quiet storm on the calendar,
and grief hit me the way it always does
unexpected,
unfair,
sharp in the middle of an ordinary day.
I miss her.
Later, I passed the flower display,
rows of softness
wrapped in cellophane and sweetness.
I used to say
I don’t like flowers.
Not because they aren’t beautiful,
but because they die too fast.
Because they remind me
that even the prettiest things
are borrowed.
But maybe that’s the point.
Maybe the beauty of life
is that it doesn’t stay.
That we are meant
to notice it while it’s here
to hold it,
to smell it,
to love it loudly
before it wilts into memory.
Maybe flowers aren’t tragic.
Maybe they are proof
that something can be breathtaking
even if it doesn’t last.
And maybe grief
is just love
reaching for what it can’t touch anymore.
So tonight
I will call and tell her I love her.
And I will whisper baby doll
into the quiet,
as if she might hear it
somewhere in the place
all beautiful things go
when they leave too soon.
So many rules,
Such utter folly
Rules, rules, rules
How can one stay jolly
Rules at home
Rules in school
Rules in the workplace
All too cruel
Reductio ad absurdum*
My guiding light
Just abolished all the rules ~
That feels about right!
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*In case it matters, 'Reductio ad absurdum'
demonstrates that a proposition is true by
showing that denying it leads to an absurd
outcome or conclusion.
Some days when it is time for work,
although still tired I do not shirk,
but struggle to get out of bed
while thoughts of sleep stay in my head.
My workplace is a large marquee
that’s put in place by only me,
it’s big enough to fit a car
but cumbersome as marquees are.
I fix this unit to my van,
a place where all the drivers can
be reassured their cars are fine
or shown the faults to fix this time.
Even when their news is bad
for my report they're really glad,
they really are the nicest folk
and through the day we laugh and joke.
At end of day when all are done
it’s not the last of all my fun,
you sometimes then may see me frown
for I have to strip the marquee down.
I’ll then drive home my job’s complete,
you know this day is quite a feat,
it’s not bad when it’s dry and warm
but hard when in a gale or storm.
I’m not complaining, fort you see
my customers rely on me
but driving home at end of day
I know I really earned my pay.
I’m not a youngster anymore
to spend my days down on the floor
but even though I’m getting old
I give the service they were sold.
I like my job and always will
but nowadays find it all uphill
so if you chance to see me yawn,
remember please when I was born!
Ivor G Davies
They probably thought the elders would go quietly.
Everyone over fifty got a pink slip on the same week.
But one was not enough. We also received two emails.
And a registered letter, letting us know we were gone.
This would be our last month. We were terminated.
I attended a union meeting.
Exchanged phone numbers with two other seasoned women.
I filed a completed form with the EOE at midnight.
My boss was visited by two suits from headquarters at nine a.m.
I was outside, and I heard her say something.
One of them turned and looked at me.
Then he said “She looks so harmless and unassuming.”
I smirked. Glad I had gotten those phone numbers from those women.
To file with the EOE you have to have proof it is age discrimination.
Give them the email and phone number of two other sufferers.
I had outfoxed them; that was twelve years ago and I still work there.
but seriously she never gave him due process
if looks could kill
he would be dead
she had those kind of eyes
and mostly conviction
the last time she yelled at him
he remembers vividly
time froze
her theology, like always
came to the surface
her eyes pierced his soul
"would you want someone to do that to you"
he froze, he had to
and his tongue had to
it couldn't take liberties in the workplace
little does she know
because she walked away, like always
in his hearts of hearts he tried to please her
he tried to be assertive in his application
of an incident
keep in mind
in his hearts of hearts he tried to please her
he wanted her to throw him a fish
praise him for once, she never did
ever. ever
it wasn't about him, it was her
it wasn't his vanity speaking this time, either
he wanted so badly to get on her good side
score some work points
something
he would do small chores for her
be the working bee
maybe it was perfunctionary
but he never received a passing glance from her
it was really noticeable
it was like he was the dog from hell
it had an adverse effect on him seeing
her treating others nicely
it did my dear
he looks back at how cruel she was with him
yelling at him without due process
he doesn't mince words, here
it did my dear
not giving him the time of day, like she was so much better
mostly only speaking about herself when she did speak close
but truthfully ... but seriously
he think hes prepared for hell now
letting him burn from this experience so when he does
go to hell it cant be any worst
...
it won't be such a shock
connie pachecho
1/21/17
Strumming air enriching vision, full on pollen heading back;
Bees antenna are unerring always on their sky-way track,
World within a world their workplace, the link with every living plant
A hive alive was placed in Eden, I never saw; but that's true I grant'
Oxygen flows around the world, everything part or not at all..!
In the scheme of daily life; the Honey bee is there on call.
In pursuit of power & money, man reaps fields right to the edge
Instead of leaving a little spare, for the poor; alien or orphan alive in dread
Mans power to miss-use is fearful, never letting 'well alone.'
Without realising, we are not the (be-all) mankind is but a useless drone.
Why?
Why? Why kill psychologists in my life?
Why?
They don’t see my sufferings and my life.
They are just killing me.
A long time ago I haven’t own a life.
I haven’t lived.
They just follow me from workplace to workplace
Monitoring, collecting information, driving
Make problems, humiliation, all of them a Mengele
My life is nothing, my life is a dead fish
I haven’t seen, I can't find the ocean, I can’t get water
No life in my life
No life, my life killed by psychological science
No life, my life killed by parapsychological science
No life, my life killed by cold metal hearts
God, give me one more life
If it’s possible
For you everything is possible
Or just protect the rest of my life
I want to be a fish in an ocean
Put me there, oh my God!
Bluewater, coral reefs
Goodbye human life
I was shocked, I have strong trauma
I have heavy breathing
I have heart heart pain
I have pain relief here
I am shocked by the science of psychology
I am killed by English psychology
They don’t care about it
But English psychology, not my religion
Violent psychologists!
Where are my years?
Where is my life?
Killers!
Drove for thirty minutes to Subway Station,
Took a train for forty minutes,
Got into another for only ten minutes,
reached Queen's Park.
Mornings are hectic,
found a seat beside the window,
looked at all the faces around.
It was an university-bound train,
many young faces, fashionable jeans,
wearing T-shirts with interesting quotes - from " life's a garden/dig it" to
"Life is short/Talk Fast"! Some other people heading to downtown
work-places; their faces were grim! were they having a fight with their bosses? And contemplating whether it was time to quit that job!
Carried a book about art history to read. She really should have read the book before visiting Louvre five years ago! How many people read art history in the subway? She did, and enjoyed immensely, in between looking at all the faces she had never met before, and probably would never meet! This happened for twenty-five days! Twenty-five days of her life she took a subway, and headed to a hospital where they treat cancer-patients! Read an art-history book in the subway, and slogged to the hospital imagining some day joining the universities around!
October 13, 2022
For 'Chapter 1" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Excerpt from my poem "Ride In The Subway For Twenty-Five Days"
April 6 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 9-12
Key Verse –2Kings 9:3 Then take the box of oil, and pour it on his head, and say, Thus saith the LORD, I have anointed thee king over Israel. Then open the door, and flee, and tarry not.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY CALLING’S ANOINTER
Lord God, You are my calling’s Anointer through Your oil of ministering might
Thank You for making me Your servant of stewardship delight
In Your house of worship where I praise and meet You midst prayer-plight
Along Your pardon for every confessed sin-blight.
Lord God, You are my calling’s Anointer through Your proclaiming hand
Thank You for making me as Your messenger upon truth-stand
In Your direction where Your wisdom guides toward promised land
Along Your peace always victoriously grand.
Lord God, You are my calling’s Anointer through Your driving authority
Thank You for making me Your watchman upheld by Your certainty
In Your field where I should sow Gospel seed of eternal life’s surety
Along Your Word of promise of everlasting security.
Lord God, You are my calling’s Anointer through Your instructing assignment
Thank You for making me Your soldier who obeys Your commandment
In Your kingdom where I find peaceful commitment
Along Your faithfulness’ gracious agreement.
Lord God, You are my calling’s Anointer through Your illumining vision
Thank You for making me Your law-follower showing submission
In Your mission pursuits where I participate in Your great commission
Along Your supply of abundant provision.
Lord God, You are my calling’s Anointer through nourishing mercy
Thank You for making me Your covenant-fulfiller midst faith-fervency
In Your will of perfection where I abide against temptation’s persistency
Along Your protection guarding me against inconsistency.
Lord God, You are my calling’s Anointer through Your ruling guidance
Thank You for making me Your partner to labour by Your sustenance
In Your workplace where heavenly treasures are in abundance
Along Your goodness that reigns for revival endurance.
April 6, 2023