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Premium Member professional revenge seeker

She is a professional revenge seeker
I would not call her a friend
more an acquaintance

Let’s call her Madeline
she will never know it is her
and she is savage in getting even

if anyone does the slightest thing to her
she is ready to take out a hatchet and lop off their head

her family is terrified of her
her neighbors cross the road when they see her coming

she has been known to chop mice into pieces and place them in your yard
if she thinks you have double crossed her in any way

here she comes now; I have to stop typing
I do not want her to suspect I am home.

She had straightened her hair

She had straightened her hair,
She had to seem more ‘presentable’
No longer were her curls, wild and free,
Now tamed by expected conformity

She was the only black girl in the room,
The atmosphere suffocated by others judgement,
They whisper and laugh -
Yet she still remains professional 

She has no other option,
She gives a polite, strained smile
She has to keep calm, 
She can’t give a reaction

She doesn’t have the privilege,
To defend herself without any issues,
She patiently waits, her eyes on the clock
Waiting for the moment prove herself for the job

Now it is her turn - she enters the room,
She sits down, then smiles at the interviewer,
She is qualified, miles ahead of the other participants,
Despite her being the most qualified, she won’t be considered

She did extremely well,
Not one stutter,
She was impressive,
But they already had a ‘diversity’ hire

A secret rule,
Is one black person,
Just so HR can’t accuse of racism,
As soon as she leaves, her resume is ripped up

My Journey in abroad: From health professional to environmental cleaners

I don't lament 
Rather I feel pleased 
Learning from one new things 
While leaving the task I know well

Brain once occupied by theories, question and researches 
Converted into beautiful way of cleaning 
Natures and environment

Welcoming every season with calm and compuser 
I now get idea which month trees loose leaves and branches in UK 

AC to Adlerian psychology 
We are responsible for our life 
So I think I choose this work myself 

Sometimes ranting and raving emotion flows 
I quivered myself inside duvet 
My heart says don't lament as this job contains best payment 

Taking the trolley from east to west 
Cleaning heart of king cross 
Granary square is the best 
With lots of fountain and children park 

Well by career shifting it feels pain
But this changes welcome
whole ways of viewing things 
I am grateful to god what I get


Professional Gas Lighters

they stand at the bar
tipping poison into their own drinks
smiling like devils with cherry lipstick—
their eyes cold and wet,
like alley cats wet from the rain.

they love to tell you
you’ve misunderstood the truth
you’ve got it all wrong—
your shadow’s on the wrong side
of the street.

they hold up a mirror—
you see yourself cracking
like cheap glass—
they grin,
one step back
one step ahead—
professional gas lighters
burning the soul right out of you.

Fall

Tell me, do you feel anything ?

I believe you do.
But you possess the sleight of hand
to put up a wall.

And I, feel like a fool
without any professional magic
to protect me,

and I always helplessly fall.

(11.03.2025)

A Warning From A Lady

I am over it,
I'm cancelling it,
Marriage? I am not a vow,
Until I see what I saw,
I left the effect of Aww,
I lead my life in a soar,
Please, I don't even need to listen,
My skin is still glowing and porcelain,
There is nothing to claim,
Please, for all my attornies to shut down his name,
I have my own game,
They are all the same,
I am waiting for someone special,
I don't need to feel regret,
The drama is already on set,
We just met, 
I listen to the Angel's harp,
The melody is so well-played,
Still don't know me,
I get myself ahead of the game,
I am not your fool anymore,
As  I am searching for more,
I would not allow myself to soar,
Without my new lover,
Who does not take me for a sober,
That one is not my beauty rival,
I already have another arrival,
Of my foremost Idol,
Whom they mistook for her,
They are like snobbish and snorty goblins,
Trying to snatch away the frenzies and even my Clairins,
I have my reasons,
Unlike her, she is not herself,
Blown out of proportion,
Oh, she bit herself again,
Bye, bye not seeing you again.


Premium Member What I Learned from a Professional Gamer

Jitter Click
Butterfly Click

What I learned from a Professional Gamer

present tense
finger jittering

what?? in kindergarten
I was painting
     butterfly

               technique
no wonder I get beat
                      every time

grandkids, today, skip the basics
and turn professional
in no time at all

I’m pointing, stabbing
attempting to beat
the impossible

not only
must you know what to do
but
you must be nimble
and quick

one day these kids
will meet their match

I let them have fun
before they grow up

slow down
not too fast
hee hee hee
you know whose laughing
not me

…yet

Premium Member Putting the 'Pro' in 'Professional'

   ‘More drama swirls around Caitlin Clark’
      ‘Angel Reese’s pregame outfit kills the internet’
         'Aliyah Boston’s three-word response to Breanna Stewart’

    Another day of headlines for ~ ‘Women’s Professional Basketball’

The Professional

Sports Wresting
They sought a style of wrestling
Something legend were made of
Crisp moves showing each combatants
Abilities
Move for move
Move and counter move
Submttive and  non submissive 
Contestive rule enforced grappling
Blow for blow showing ahworld each
Competitors stance
Allowing to complete to riddle
The frustration of awkwardness 
Smoothlines
Punch and counter punch
Move and counter move
Graceful exercusion allowing
Each combatants talents to be showcased
Winners defined by each stipulation
Wrestling
Pure and simple
Professional wrestlinbeyond the specticaul in in the midst of belonging
I cling to love:might should shield me
In every realm I am he
Who is champion
Might ah- world see.
I speak my name
Oh glorious
Crowned or uncrowned
In God we Trust

This Isn'T Much of a Poem

A manager worried about how many pens
used in a month
can barely sleep, dreaming of running out
of ink, and how pencils aren't professional-
shouldn't everything be typed now
anyway? Even this poem
is Times New Roman, pondering
the merits of Comic Sans,
while a memo is sent on behalf
of an executive vice president,
wishing everyone Happy Holidays,
but also warning of the need
for cost cutting in the new year. 

From: Dollar Store Blues (Published 2022)

Premium Member Professional Napper

My dog is a professional napper.
No one naps as hard as he does.
With one eye open, he furiously snores.
Because of his large body, some give him a wide berth.

Even though his eye is open, he is asleep.
I reassure mailmen, but they stop when they see his size.
He weighs one hundred and seven pounds.
He is as friendly as an exuberant pony.

He’s like my mother, I tell them.
Come on ahead! Nothing wakes him up.
As they get closer, they begin to tiptoe.
Sometimes they will throw my package to me.

I think it amusing and amazing.
They do not know that you can sleep with an eye open.
I know though because my mother used to sleep with both eyes open.
I wish I was exaggerating, but this is a true story.

Premium Member Be Professional

My husband forced me to interview his new secretary.
Because I can type?
I was furiously opposed.
Be professional he said, which is not in my vocabulary.
So here she was, sitting across from me.
I leaned back in my husband’s oversized office chair.
BAM!
My legs were in the air, and my dress was around my waist.
Panties clearly showing.
I crawled off of the danged chair.
Felt my hot face.
Looked at the shocked applicant.
“You are hired,” I said.
No idea that she could only type seven words a minute.
Did not care.
Neither of us laughed.
Until we began working together.
And got to know each other.
Then we could not stop laughing.

Professional Juicer

River flows in desert, 
Express roads in wilderness, 
Bountiful harvest in exile, 
Technological assignments to a master, 
Make electrons flow in circuit(s). 

Watery jokes in sadness, 
Colourful muse in loneliness, 
Faded depression inks happiness. 
Yet, wisdom never relent its chase. 
How circuit breakers save blue heaven! 

Trances are loyal, 
Than physical nature's monuments. 
Logics are reasonable, 
Than loyalist in temptation. 
That's Lucy in the sky with diamond! 

Let no right fight, 
For left is at the corner.  
If left keep calm real good;
Argument won't win discussion, 
When cut-outs are well stationed. 

Understanding to the listeners, 
Knowledge to the speakers, 
Wisdom to the readers, 
Muse to the writers, 
All works together for the best.

Premium Member Miracles of Modern Medicine

Miracles of modern medicine disguise mysteries
I have seen incredible advancement over years,
Hospital stays are not extended following surgeries
Success and survival statistics now allay most fears.

Doctors are up on the latest surgical technology
Focusing on their particular specialties as experts,
I could not begin to understand first year biology
I’m just so happy when they can cure my hurts!

My vascular surgeon, born and raised in Lebanon,
Is tops in his field and has the most advanced skills,
When it comes to bedside manner, he’s a paragon
And he’s never even added to my routine more pills!

With carotid surgery, I thought I’d be laid up a week
That’s how long it took many years ago for the same
I was kept only overnight, it seemed merely a tweak
But I’m still having trouble pronouncing his name. 

Written June 22, 2022

Professional Legislators

Rep. Pelosi was the House Speaker
So the GOP hired a streaker
Although she could see
It hung to his knee
Bill's passage appeared to be weaker . . .

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