Enriching value into his Grand Son
Preparing him to become a commodity
Component of striving integrity
Education mode
Sustained episode
Grand pa’s teaching being attention in every lesson
Taking his wisdom for all its worth
To the highest in the ultimate
My Grand Father prepared me for college
Showing the protocols of lectures and usage of the Thesaurus intellect
His teachings didn’t stop there, it was a preserver
4 hours every day in typing perfection
Technique and skill Fundamental
Up the keyboard letter being
Concentrating on accuracy and not speed
My Grand Father wanted me to have office skills to excel
Grand pa knew best
In his last words to me he said, “You are going to remember this old man”
It’s hard to forget someone who had interest at heart and love for his Grand Son
I miss my Grand Father and his caring ways
My mind runs on him every day
I think often, and will never forget
Sorry he is not still here being my regret.
A nightshift a long time ago
I worked with a girl
Her boyfriend didn’t approve
Approve of her working with men
She asked me not to answer the phone
So her boyfriend whouldn’t know
Know of her working together with men
A pasient died during the night
Procedures and protocols to perform
To perform with compassion
So when the phone rang, I answered it
There where no reply, from the other end
And others to call, so I hung up the phone
Two days later, looking out of the tram window
I saw her face, battered and bruised
And knew, her boyfriend really didn’t approve
Approve of her working together with men
A problem I had no solution for
A spring day 25 years later I sat on a train to Oslo
At the Oslo S I saw a couple, recognised the girl
Couples usually goes hand in hand, arm in arm
Or arm around body, arm around shoulder
He was holding her arm!
A problem I still have no solution for
And then comes the poem:
Her facial expression
Battered and bruised
It still bothers me
Her facial expression
A sunny spring day at Oslo S
It still bothers me
It still bothers me
I don’t recognize this container I’m in.
Where did it come from and when?
It happened overnight, I thought I had time.
I thought I had braced myself for this inevitable transition.
But when the obvious became real
I was still caught off guard
Not willing now to sanction this transmutation.
It’s frustrating being forced to accept these changes.
I never agreed, show me where and when I signed up for it!
My mind tricked me.
The way I think is childlike and silly.
But the other day I went to scratch my head, and what I saw on my arms,
Made me feel scammed and caused me dread!
The fish scale, wrinkles and hanging muscles.
These can’t be my arms they’re my grandmothers.
I looked closer at this organism
And was astonished to find so many areas falling behind.
Where are the protocols in place to prevent this?
Where are the protocolist, The manufacturers warranties,
And general implements and installments.
I paid in all my life
And this is the assurance my insurance gives me.
Damn, I wish I would have read the small print.
Love is a candle burning at both ends.
We’re staring at colors not yet meant to be framed.
A prototype mixture of vermilion and cerulean,
raised to the power of negative sixteen in transmittance.
Deliverance delayed, waiting in the DLC.
Within the range of projected infamy,
unnamed protocols remain unrendered, once derailed,
absorbed by parameters etched into
the Everlasting Struggle.
The unyielding, plain color of pain.
RED. RED. RED. RED.
I wish I’d never seen you from so far away.
Doppler blue. Roentgen to Gray.
But I was only ten milliseconds astray.
How did phase become so overpowering?
Amaranth-fuchsia is said to delay even faith.
Love, in its highest sincerity,
is a candle that
burns efficiently
at both ends.
I’ve only desired to light old lamps with young wicks
(the tongues of flame must be blinking hard with vigilance)
Across dark, mildewed alcoves that smell of ink —her writing ink —
But one thing led to the other, and the ink I
Found froze in my eyes, the bottle instantly petrified among desert ruins.
I searched, from my village to Nantucket, borrowing
The courage of voyaging storms, seeking earnestly her quill feather,
Just to caress her pretty face with it.
But the power of distance arrested me midway and warned me
Of the dangers of costly adventures.
I hankered after a trained parrot —an amanuenses of note—
With less brilliant plumage,
Electrifying elocution,
To detect to me the protocols of her language.
But that, too, failed.
The parrot was either born mute or chose to be.
I did all I could? to seek, to find, to locate, to identify items
Belonging to her —bric-a-brac of a telling age.
And then there were none.
Robert Sherriff - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer-Actor - American Historian – Photographer- Dedicated TO Shane Brooks
Wooden Heart
Over the past five years, I've overseen a team of 25 individuals, young men and boys, ensuring strict adherence to safety protocols. Some have described my approach as that of a tough boss who is meticulous in enforcing safety measures.
While a few referred to me as having a heart as cold as stone, others playfully labelled it as a "wooden heart." This led to light-hearted banter within the team, showcasing the warmth and camaraderie amidst the dedication to safety and work ethics.
I come from afar,
Leaving my loved ones at large
I am a Housekeeper, I am here to serve!
I was here during lockdown,
Never did I bog down
Preparing to welcome you safe,
Anticipating your fear and inhibitions
I am the Housekeeper, I am there!
As dark clouds hover over,
As fear and panic grips,
I am called at forefront,
I am the Housekeeper, never my commitment dips!
I walk towards the unknown,
Wearing a smile & my prayer
I don’t flinch, don’t sweat.
I am the Housekeeper, I don’t dread!
I am called upon, I respond,
I am at the front, I fight.
To keep you safe, to keep you fit.
I am the Housekeeper, I use all my might!
I work long, work hard
I prepare for you to return.
I risked, I battled.
I am the Housekeeper, the war is still on!
I am the Housekeeper, help me help the World,
Wear masks, follow protocols,
Join me in this fight,
I am the Housekeeper, let’s do what’s right!
I don’t need gratification
I don’t need sympathy
I am the Housekeeper, show me empathy…
Together we can achieve,
Together we can win,
I am the Housekeeper, I believe!
I am a follower not a leader
I am a duplicate
A clone of another
I follow other instincts before my own
Results in life
Concluded that i will
Tear and dig into myself trying
To find something worth keeping
As if i were to find something hiding beneath the
Surface of the Dirt in the earth
Rotten and old
Like an old dog bone left unwanted with
Scars and indents left evident on the surface
Results of societies
Change the way we vision our reality
I change inside and take the steps needed
To become that expectation
While not noticing all the harm that has already been done
At the end of the day
No challenge has actually been won
These challenges results in fear or failure
I alone observe the
Past and wonder why i believe in such said.
Protocols i have inhabited in my head.
1.Midazolam injection.
2.Hydromorphone inj.
3.Sodium Barbital inj.
4.Sodium thiopental.
An anesthetic or sedative,followed by a drug to paralyze the inmate,and finally a drug to stop the heart.The one and two-drug protocols typically use an overdose of an anesthetic or sedative to cause death.These four Narcotics Chemicals are used to induce death.
Note.Death by gunfire or injection.
My Prayer
Free Verse
Almighty Father, In bended knees I come before You
With open heart I beseech unto You
Hearken to my prayer I beg of You
Bless Thy people in our sorrows and woes.
The whole Earth is now in grief
Because of the disease that is now pandemic
We are engulf by fear and confusion
Some are sad for the loss of their loved-ones.
We can't even go to Church
To pray and ask for Thy help
Authorities are giving us warning and protocols
Not to go out so not to be infected by this curse.
Father, my children and grandchildren
Are all out of my sight
I can't protect them because of the distance
I commend to You Father, please protect their lives.
Someday we will be together again
In praying and our duties we fulfill
So once again to You I appeal
Please embrace them with Your love and care.
My dreams sway from pristine to bawdy bold,
Nocturnal dirty secrets, truth be told -
Under the blanket of the dark they gush,
The mere thought of it at dawn makes me blush.
I shuck the naughty layers of the night,
As coy chimeras dissipate by light.
I'm innocent by daytime protocols,
Till, yet again, the shady curtain falls...
February 25, 2022
In our country’s
calendar of events
September is replete with
pursuits worth enumerating
reminding me to bask in meaningful
involvements, optimizing God-granted strength
midst pressure, propelled by blissful functionality.
With well-being focus…
I learned that September 16-22
is Cerebral Palsy Awareness Week,
thus, my schedule seeks for appropriate
on-line seminars for the sake of our special child.
As to educational endeavours
Sports Heroes Day was celebrated
on the 10th, while all virtual classes for
Academic Year 2021-2022 did start last 13
along festivities like Family Thanksgiving Day.
Then birthdays and anniversaries
of loved ones radiate with greetings...
thus, fellowships abound, although compliance
to social distancing and health protocols is practiced.
Topping these all, September
commences Christmas celebration…
now, here am I preparing for my teaching
engagement, grateful to God for opportunities
to do* my life-building roles, with joy and diligence.
Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
September 17, 2021
Water cascades down the falls
untethered from protocols.
And gouging out river beds
deposits silt as it spreads.
The sky smiles with a rainbow
and in the mist far below,
water cascades down the falls.
(Elemental)
7/09/2021
When has this beautiful scene and cloud,
profane?,
all protocols observed,
when did earth fiend to keep her nature?,
character they said is a jewel throughout history,
what then may alter it otherwise is a sin?,
what have we to accept all condemnation's ply.
Oh!, be aware that an essence of life,
circumference by feelings,
should it not grow or die?,
what if it is already a natural drugs,
like immortality to live,
like matter with uniqueness,
but, if it is now a different tie...
Dan’s protocols are
much full of his own known old
famous aroma
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