It keeps on going as according to some plan
Till all the burning questions turn to embers
Days drag on by like endless caravans
I’ve heard my name is on the list of members
I’ve tried some fortune, like the others do
My income couldn’t cover all expenses
Required paperwork got me subdued
So little privacy was left for recompenses
The time I spent was my invisible co-writer
Of what I meant to say, and what I missed
The evening sun just for a moment burns bit brighter
No mystery unfolds, we've seen all this..
Fly shadow fly
seeking another apple on outskirts of stages
I will not move unanswered
Powerful
is my name
Shadow flies whimpering
hosting another cloud filled with longing rhythms
an audience seeking crystal droplets
Showering
like young poets
Seeking another apple
pear found instead, the bite poor verse
whisper into tangled plaited hair
Paperwork
to translate longing
Outskirts of stages
I did not move upon a shore
there lies my reddened core
Shivering
a no return
Search no longing
sigma waves seek to moisten dry throat
they float only my apple
Exposure
for your tongue
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[ Poet’s Notes : Eliska Form :
5 lines in each Stanza
3 / 7 / 5 / 1 / 3 words per line.
Line 4 constraint:
3 or more syllables ]
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They say great leaders are not born, but made ~
With no manufacturer’s warranty, who drinks the lemonade
The rule of the
Chaos Game.
This place is called
the
Repeller: there the very rule
of the Chaos Game
cannot lead with any
combination of parameters
This area is called
"The Blindspot"
The function Constituents of
Matter.
Subatomic particles
that began this visible
components of visible
matter.
Exotic Hadrons
in theory and in
experiment.
The study of Physics.
Sciences seen and unseen
with the naked eye.
A horrible trust to
a novice.
Those who refuse to understand
this science
often lends there voice
to being jerked around
and try to silence believers
in the science against
the actually existence
of physics.
Mathematical the area is called a Repeller
in science it's called
a Quantum Blindspot.
Mesons and Quarks.
Paperwork is the scourge
Of every occupation
Every day you hear the sighs
Coming from the population
Reams of paper pile up high
Deadlines come up quick
You’re stressed right up to the max
Your boss gets on your wick
Rapidly you lose the will
To continue with the day
Resist the urge to kick the wall -
Just bin the lot
and
walk
away....
I hate paperwork it never makes any sense
Organization is for others, not for me. I dislike it.
Paperwork is something I do not do
Unless I am writing a poem, a song, or a cheer.
Unless I am drawing a cartoon or a comic strip.
Paperwork? Not me. Not ever. Not in my repertoire
Unless it is creative paperwork, not filling in someone else's blanks.
Nothing drains me faster than housework
Unless it is filing
Or paperwork
Facing a day of drudgery
Takes the oomph out of my dendrite field
We crawl out of bed
We meaning me and Reluctance
Reluctance is stubborn and keeps track
We didn’t like it last year
We are not going to like it this year
Procrastination is waiting in the hallway
As we crawl past
We HATE paperwork! She screams
All of my energy gone now,
I can barely lift myself up to the toilet.
After I wash my hands I crawl back to bed
And call in sick.
Weirdly enough, Energy and Fun kick in immediately.
We run out to the art studio and play all day
I feel like the Energizer Bunny!
I was in a peevish mood when I realized
I have been assigned to be the school counselor at two schools this year.
Always difficult for I have done it before.
Never easy. Lots of extra paperwork which I despise.
Almost impossible to do a good job in this circumstance.
Luckily, yesterday, I sat down next to a counselor whose story is much worse.
After hearing what happened to her, I calmed down a bit
And did not bite the leg off the supervisor who decided these things.
So many things to do today.
Things I love to do, and other things not so much fun.
Paperwork. Ugh. I wish it had never been invented.
Despise it, even online. A never ending story.
Like housework.
Druggery that barely lasts long enough
For the ink to dry or the dust bunnies to settle.
I have a quirky mind that does not like being bored with the humdrum.
I refuse to acknowledge the
Grown up parts of myself,
Preferring to focus on the fun things I can do.
The things that give me joy and uplift my soul.
Art, poetry, painting, spending time with my grandchildren.
I am all about these things.
Things that uplift and make me feel happy.
Paperwork and housework I leave to my minions.
Too bad I have none of them.
Paperwork
Small Print
Contracts
Signatures
Interest
Who knows best
The writer
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