Short Providers Poems
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I need a phone for dial-outs
and dial-backs
but that is all
unless my doctor or dentist dies
then I need a different phone
I do not want to clutter my personal
with my health providers
no one else needs to call
this would eliminate salespeople
and robot calls
1. Men do not have to be providers…
2 Men can do ballet and forget baseball..
3. Men must have gay, male, friends.
Comment.: none! What is yours??
PS. What are male opinions here??
9/1/2025
Covid19 Heroes
to all the health care providers
law enforcement workers
bus drivers
grocery clerks
and other essential workers
who are working 24/7
to keep us safe
there are no words
for us to express
our heartfelt thanks
to the heroes
that are saving our lives
24/7 every day
Science's
And our World's
Great Minds
Thinker's
Mathematics
The purveyors
Searchers
Answer providers
Live a different consciousness
To us mere mortals
I wonder if the more the brain can comprehend
Fulfills or depresses them
Like trivial pursuits
Drown the bleating Sheep
Twin towers on a snow-covered mountainside,
weathered and bruised by age.
Skeletons.
Sacrificed by merciless breath,
veterans of war.
Once providers that fed hungry mouths,
now empty and depleted.
Abandoned.
Gray and faded by years of trauma,
they erode like elderly pieces of used history.
mini visors
providers
of
who
cypher
clone me another
forced lover
souls cover
discreet
sheets
sewn
me
complete
boomerang
kisses that defeat
fly me around your moon
breathe beyond consumed
meeting me
in
the
presence while here
never quite left there
surrounding fear
willing to share
loves collider
collected
blinding
sewing
mini visors
?
The internet providers grin
We are at home locked in
Their gadgets stuck in China
They think their disruption is minor
Security checks your temperature
Offering you a sanitizer adventure
China makes everything you need
Except your staple feed
World Bank and IMF help more, the political core
Offshore accounts to fatten more
We are ready for vaccine trials now
The stronger our fields to plow
Wiping off unused cerebrum from your cortex
Making conundrums seem poisonous and complex
Swerving the toxins that others lay
Searching for your God when you kneel to pray
Why don't you look in the mirror you'll see him standing there
Through the pupils of context, May the outside providers beware
For it's you who control the masses of your own Glory
It's you that writes it you're the god of your story.