Memos Poems - Poems about Memos

...Because I could not escape from Life – It rudely dragged me forth – The chaos swirled, consuming all – And Oblivion, my worth. We raced through days – no time to rest – And I, a franti......Read the rest...

...First crawl I learnt to crawl in a tie, Banker’s suit and smile on a lucky tot. Learning the secrets of trades and service, I’d make a difference with my skills, And earn some money on the s......Read the rest...

...I was a public relations specialist, ever promoting positivity to people, As positivity is promoted afar, by the sight of the towering cathedral. My work was very interesting, there weren't ever ......Read the rest...

...Magazine Madame measures mammoth mackerels Manipulating measurements, marking misguided memos Momentous mistakes moves and muffles meager mackerels Manufactured mutilated memo mystifies many, milk......Read the rest...

...Oh! That anguishing moment! When I craved to cry, And pour my tears, like monsoon rains, on some grass dry; A bit away, hence, from the madding crowd, I went, To soothe my grieving heart; give ben......Read the rest...

...If I was president I would teach all the prisoners to read. form a committee of ten who had my back. put cameras on every street corner so it would be more difficult to sex traffic ask them to re......Read the rest...

...“The Dead Life” (Sleep is the Sister of Death, so I am told) Wake every morning take a break from death. From the life I live inhaling immortal breath. Uncontrolled vision of lives lived in my he......Read the rest...

...WHO ARE THESE AMBITOUS MEN WHO STAND BEFORE ME ARE THEE THE SAMETHAT TAKES BARLEY FROM THE FEILDS AND STORES IT IN THE CAVES MIGHT THE MEN OF THE FEILDS SHAVE YOUR BEARDS TO SHOW YOUR FACES O......Read the rest...

...Jessica James, oh what a name! She sits in her window like a flower in a frame She pushes out contracts, memos and letters Is it true what they say that no one does it better? When the long day i......Read the rest...

...If asked..but no one ever will What I miss most I am torn Is it the champagne of your skin? The silken purity Or your Love in its rawest most vulnerable desperate clinging clutching beauty Or is......Read the rest...

...Eating my microwaved Salisbury steak Pretending winter is gone Saving pennies to move our trash from A to B Humming a sad little song Writing memos and signing them well What would happen if I ......Read the rest...

...Henry’s Rust Bucket He had managed the steep rise from a valley to his home and sat on the small stoep. Another koppie towering ahead, he looked straight forward and counted his blessings.......Read the rest...

...center> Memos To Myself I write so many Notes to myself...that perhaps I’m only lonely! ......Read the rest...

...Moby Dick, geometry, physics. Study every subject everyday. Homework is an indicator of future success. Success is not necessarily happiness but it helps. Freedom is to formulate your own definit......Read the rest...

...A Slow Storm Ash gray clouds rest above the large white home. All those within have sweaty palms and feet. A slight wind blew when they stepped out to roam, and now they must take care in w......Read the rest...