Short Boardroom Poems

some bedrooms
are boardrooms where 
mouths mutually write
cases in black books
from evening till morn...

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Obliged by my soul's desire to bask in each moment.
Flares of streaming brilliance nourish and balance my fortitude.
Joy tugs the breath caught in a less inflated self.
Awake, alive, and alert at the boardroom table of my life....

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Boardroom Boredom, onBoard
Bordering unBound muse and
Bothering my over-bred mind
Bleating and Braying in me
Boring Beneath my attrium's Base
Brown abyss of bottomless breathes
Where Blue beams blondely
Beautifully veiled boredom
Booms and burst as Uncharged breeze blows
Tearing apart the 'E' in ME...

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She wore uncertainty on her shoulder
    hesitation held back her shoes
  Twitches split her left forearm
    these emotions seeped into their news

  Let him explain, she considered
    nerves of steel need not preparation...
  In the pit of a parental boardroom
    one word ~ eloped ~ sealed their doom...

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The round ball

 I´m stunned
by the fanatics of football
One country is in deep mourning
the winning country is jubilant.
This sport has become big business
A battle of the boardroom. 
Buying and selling.
The Exploitation of the gullible.
The football is round.
However, wins one can be sure 
the public is the loser.
The round leather ball on a greenfield
has replaced our religions
I wonder what Yung would have made out of this?...

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Thank You for the Applause.//

Though I think it’s time to pause,
Find space in the mind to reflect,	
Ideas and inspirations floating about to dissect,
Do you feel me yet?
When you know who you are,
Try to manifest each star,
Establish bridges over an ocean,
Before you give yourself the notion,
That poetry isn’t an absorbed emotion,
Just thrive on it,
Feel alive on it,
Get high on it,
And somehow try to rationalize how,
Minds meet at in a smoke ribbon pow wow....

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I have seen
Insensitive men
That flourish
With power
Inside the office boardroom,
Manipulators.

Spilling blood
Of inspired culture
A place where
Slight of tongue
Turns the blade within the wound,
Hard men are cut down.

How is one
Suppose to respect
All this crap
When marooned
In the mist of tyranny?
And one-way highways.

Hone one’s mind
Within the wanton wit
Deliver
Pen and ink
The fatal blow of a rhyme,
Tag him in his prime.

 © Harry J Horsman 2022...

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Boardroom Wars and Bar Room Fights
He twiddled with his fingers and looked up at me curiously
I am not going to sign on the dotted line he said
I have worked very hard for this position 
I would not give it up so easily
Storming out of the board room he made a dash for the bar room
Ordered his usual, took a swig and went back 
He yelled "Fight to the finish!"
The war went on for 10 months from bar room to board room
Until he was finally nailed.. pinned down..check mate..
Game over....

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