On many endeavors which I’ve undertaken,
a significant amount of my time was spent.
Explaining things to avoid being mistaken,
later to hear “But Tom, I thought you meant”.
Time spent reworking isn’t time well spent,
so I endeavor to cover all bases before starting.
Misunderstandings, I always try to prevent,
and before starting, completing comparting.
So I’m forced to instruct each person alike,
so that upon completion I won’t have to vent.
Unless the end result is to to my dislike,
and I quickly say, “money wasn’t well spent.”
Some called the radio station demanding they throw them out of the studio.
Others called to brag about their talents, their arrangements, their sass.
Boswell sisters had been singing together since their Vaudeville days as teens.
Connee played sax and trombone,
Vet played banjo and guitar and Martha held down the piano.
They were popular in their hometown of New Orleans, playing with big bands.
Dorsey Brothers, Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman all knew them.
These sisters blended “blackness” and “whiteness”, natural for them.
They loved to rework and rearrange popular songs; they were musicians.
They appeared in a film with Bing Crosby and Cab Calloway.
This led to thirteen appearances on the Bing Crosby Show.
Ella Fitzgerald patterned her style after Connee Boswell.
As did the Andrew Sisters a few years later.
The Boswells had a profound effect; incorporating scat, jazz and swing.
Commitment
Miracle Man
7/18/2022
Life has taught me that commitment counts,
covering up mistakes and the rework mounts.
I unknowingly sign my name to each task I do,
should compliments come I’ll humbly thank you.
I’ve often been told some mistakes you can’t see,
seems unimportant things only matter to me.
I can’t recall doing a task just to get it done,
and I believe my work history was second to none.
Life is a test,
always do your best.
Tom
lately
i have been seeing you in a different light
honestly
you have become even more beautiful throughout the years
unexpectedly
you make me nervous like the very first view of you
actually
that is a good thing
i have not been showing you the attention that you deserve
i let my being a bashful introvert block the Blessing right under my nose
this routine that we have been stuck in needs a laxative with a sincere heartbeat
i know exactly where we can rekindle, revisit, and reignite
lately
i have been seeing you in a different light
honestly
you have become even more beautiful throughout the years
obviously
i have been dropping the ball in a freefall to a potential hell
needfully
we gots ta get it on again like that old song goes
please take my hand for a date back to our natural roots
i would love the honor of that smile that more than won me over
please accept these flowers as a token of my appreciation, gratitude, and love
from here, let's rework the art that was once so beautifully made
Magically, the usually late
Is in front of their school’s gate
Ready to a gentle push give it
Or open fling it.
Now, he is commendably trim,
The hand of the lord strongly upon him,
Miraculously, he tries strides with his blistered pair,
For many weeks the torment of football games not fair.
Soon, he does a linear to their classroom block,
Where he must a shoddily done homework rework
And with that elude his short-listing
For the cleaning and whitening
Of their schools toilet/bowl
Always looking worse than a dying- minute conceded goal.
But lo! In their classroom stared back at him a shape
That did make his pursed lips gape.
Jesus ! A sadly lost and now found football
Of near FIFA quality and leather...
When last fortune had smiled on him he couldn’t recall
Nor when last he did fondle a cap with a stuck feather.
This, though, now not much of the matter,
As his recuperating feet are about to face the real matter.
In the end, a homework to be speedily reworked
Does with a bit of waiting to be once again worked
And its correctness checked
For solutions that may ‘ve been faked.
Prejudice is subliminal.
We all have it, even those of us who think we do not.
Let’s say….
Carl is humiliated and embarrassed in a bedroom with yellow flowers.
From now until he reworks the script, all bedrooms with yellow flowers are the enemy.
We loathe yellow flowers his brain tells him, not knowing why.
He never gives a yellow flower a chance.
Each time he thinks he hates one, he programs his brain to agree.
He never gives a yellow flower a chance.
Prejudice is subtle.
We all have it, even those of us who think we do not.
Let’s say….
Kathy is bullied by a girl with freckles, who makes her feel horrible for six school years.
From now until she reworks the script, all people who have freckles are the enemy.
We hate people with freckles! Kathy’s brain tells her, she does not even know why.
But she never gives a freckled person a chance.
Every time she says to herself, I hate people with freckles she reinforces her cell memory.
Prejudice is subliminal and subtle.
If we can figure out who wronged us or where we were wronged
And rework the script, we might be able to eliminate it.
Why I always make mistake in my work
I also irk, irritating mistake;
how can I make error free job to spark
To revise work, once before final take.
Don't have bad feeling; No, don't curse
Not reached that worse stage; need a thrust
Must have trust, Yes I can do it.
Don't think to quit; I’ve hope.
Mistakes bound to happen in life.
That shouldn't cause strife, as there's more scope
not one should mope; to improve must
ensure to trust with hope.
Don't judge mercilessly creative work.
Try to rework, check the flaws and mistake,
setback, to make sure finishing with smirk.
Admire own work; better than what I make.
To improve what's needed kindness in work,
ensure no jerk even we make mistake,
being kind, take support to improve work
Don't try to shirk; Aspire-a plan to take.
~x~x~
He looked beyond those flaws
To gain the needed
understanding which was
Required to fix those flaws
That made the sound of a
Great song more perfect,
More defined and more
Liked, loved and needed.
His study of natural things
Like animals, streams, and
Storms, lead him to look
At making the song more
Rythmic and flowing.
Wanting each instrument
To compliment the other
And not having an audience
Miss when certain instruments
Weren't used in certain spots.
He would have the string accompany
Each exit and would have woodwinds
To introduce each rythmic change.
Bassy enough to move you
And treble enough to invite you.
Loud enough to mean business
But queit enough to allow
The songstresses and singers
To be heard.thus to make perfect
The intro beganing and the
Exitiously end..A pause to
Start each stanza, momentously
Enough to let the persucions
Perseade the need of a new
Beganning.
This must be done to create
The perfection needed to rework
Lyrics from interpret scripts.
And needed to allow a smooth
Flow in each translation.
Whenever our worlds collide
I nolonger feel so absoleat
you give me sense of pride
Make me feel so complete
Are these feelings justified
I can not help but admit defeat
This feeling that l get inside
Happiness it tastes so sweet
An emotional rollercoaster ride
Now that l am falling at your feet
Because whenever we are unified
You are my heart's retreat
cant remember original version I wrote of this but was a little
bit different this like many others trying to rework be more poetic more structure and form rather than content
Extra verse feeling a little petrerfied
But was completly knocked off my feet
I'm on this emotional rollercoasteride
It's how it feels when ever we meet
Time is a consumer of
lives and souls and thoughts and love
The world that once turned yesterday
has forever gone away
Was it not good, what used to be?
Was it not sweet for you and me?
Remnants of the golden past
bring tears for times that couldn't last
Photographs are sweet sublime
handheld bits of frozen time
Miracles kept within a book
for anytime you wish to look
* This is an actual excerpt from a larger and older piece
that I am trying to rework. I hope to get it where I
want it, and if so I'll post the entire thing here. I hope
it was okay to share this just little snippet.
My poetry's not just the servant of pleasure,
And serving self-interest isn't my treasure,
But serving my muse, I am glad to disclose
(Though at times I lose track of my spiritual clothes.)
I'm riding a bus and enjoying the country,
When verses are born, unexpected reentry
To world barely known, I'm a long way from home
(With one's muse in control, no direction's toward Rome!)
Kaleidoscope spins with old verities blurring,
Know truth lives there though for emotion's recurring,
You rework your lines as your muse plays its part
(As you lift up her veil, kiss your bride, bed your art!)
Brian Johnston
17th of June 2018
Speech therapy is awesome work
Steering communication rework
Brings many smiles
No more sighs
Strong oral motor skills
Gone are the food spills
Strengthens comprehension
Expands expression
Augments articulation
Helps word precision
Checks stammer
Eases clutter
Hones voice
Gives poise
Clear accent
Wins you compliment
Better pragmatics
Impressive social dynamics
Thanks to Speech therapy
One is made Happy
- Giridhar Ghodkar
Speech-language therapist
South India
walk, to fill time
to not think
to forget
to commune
to rework tangled thoughts.
walk, to observe
to absorb and live
to be and become
to run away.
walk, to smile again and give thanks
to return to humility and humanity
to let go and surrender
to live and to die.
you can write a billion lines
you can play a million songs
you can film ten-thousand hours
and never right a single wrong
you can feed a ravenous crowd
biscuits with salmon to replete
overflowing cornucopias endowed
and fill silos brimming with wheat
you can sole the bruised up feet
and clothe the bare-backed persons
warm their cupped hands and faces
never able to lighten their burden
you aim to rework humanities place
more caring now than indifferent
so that all souls can truly embrace
but, that may not be nature's intent
hardship may in discrete analysis
be core, even to the cells of us
diversity of adversities in synopsis
her permanent grand plan nonetheless
so here's an observation for you to see
dream your dreams and make your plans
to initially carve into nature's tree
but soulfully will to restep your stance
what you think she's thinking is best
most likely ain't what's there to find
point is, that no one can truly guess
designed intents of nature's mastermind
© Goode Guy 2013-06-24
A Terrible Day at the Office
By Elton Camp
Robert awoke feeling really fine
Soon, at work, he’d toe the line
Traffic was very heavy that day
“You’re late,” the boss did say
In his cubicle Robert took a seat
The office had but little heat
He found more reason to frown
His computer kept shutting down
But his troubles weren’t through
The bulb in his desk lamp blew
The boss then did angrily say
“Your analysis is not okay”
“For you’ve made a big mistake
And a lot too long did it take”
“Rework this without any delay.
This time, do it the correct way”
A customer called to complain
An hour on the line did remain
Next, a call from Internal Revenue
“We believe your return’s untrue”
“For many errors we did detect
So, a seven year audit expect”
The boss came by with a glare
“Taking personal calls don’t dare!”
“If more work you don’t turn out,
A job you’ll soon be without”
Robert slaved away till after six
Boss’ next words made him sick
“The office tasks are way behind.
Weekend work you won’t mind”
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