Short Supervision Poems
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Coasting
Skill
effects
successful
supervision
enables the accomplished of their goals.
2019 September 20
*3rd Place*
Make It Five
~~Joseph May
How can a parent not care for their child?
Nothing but pure negligence on their part
Sadly, there was a lack of supervision
Right from the start
A dark scenery on display
With lots of sorrow
With all the bitterness on hand
There may not be a tomorrow
Your word is taken into consideration, while left and lead with false information,
pulling, under pressure fighting for admission, forced under supervision.
Tactics were found, ammunition is released figures don’t meet.
All in my own words no copyright”
Believe in your poems and drafts, your the art ??
Wrong thinking
Is the monologue of one's soul
That
Aims to give license to the self
For
To do whatever it pleases
Without
Divine supervision!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 May 2021
* PLEASE, read my other poem of the day: "RIGHT THINKING" to make more sense of : "WRONG THINKING" Thank you!
I landed in Poet's Court
Caught me speeding in my Sonnet
They judged it a rhyme crime
According to the officer's pentometer
I was doing 50 in a 25 word zone
I'm pleading for comma relief
Hoping to be released to free verse
Under supervision of course
Fortunately there's no sentencing in poetry
Maybe they'll just revoke my poetic license
'Tis no collusion in the collision
or delusion in the decision
But the effusion of elision
in the intrusion of the incision
Accents the protrusion of provisions
in the suffusion of supervision
By which diffusion of division
in the exclusion of excision --
All goes to show
the profusion of confusion
~ in this here revision!
Thunderstorm landed from skies
Without any invitation, it came
It expelled all herdsmen from bush
Forced street dwellers to take cover
Swept dirty streets with its tongue
Washed the dusty roofs in town
Filled all pot-holes with tadpoles
Canned weak plants and flowers
After careful supervision of project
It climbed back to its resting bag
Waiting for another order to return
Micro-managing her employees is what she does best.
Showing them how to use a spatula, stapler and scissors
Assuming they cannot pour water into a sink without her supervision
The employees have their resumes out in all directions
And her uncle who hired her has no idea of he is losing his company
For after she became the boss he retired to the beach
Having no idea what nepotism has done
Two groups but one stays a minor to be managed
Under another and rough is the written page
Training close to a better is a good adage
Education in any form is beyond age
Learning under supervision and void of rage
Authority over another for the wage
Governments, firms and businesses are mostly the stage
Expression of self but restricted by some cage
one of those flies
circling round the bug zapper
like there was no tomorrow
moving closer & closer
zooming in, zooming out
oblivious to how many of its friends were just
completely fried
only moments ago,
and then it does itself in
mashing its very being into the machine designed to
eliminate it---
like icarus to the sun,
like a naïve little sheep
who has wandered their way into a pack of
lean & hungry
wolves.
I’m just writing poetry
Random thoughts
About me
Don’t really have anything on my mind
It sucks right now
I’m sleepy but don’t really want to sleep
My life
Looking for another job
Tired of working nights
Don’t even feel normal working nights anymore
I only work nights cause less supervision and I get payed more
No more grave yard shifts
I want to work days
So I can be awake with family
And maybe even date
If Pearl misbehaves
throws fits, rants and raves
What of the parents who raise her
If Johnny can’t read
or do simple math
What of his teachers who instruct him
If Darryl kills a man at age 14
After robbing him blind
What of the system which releases him too soon
Where’s there no supervision or accountability, little teaching, less review
the quality products turned out number between zero and a few
pink, orange and red call my name
I devour my toast fast
heading to my studio is the best feeling
two dogs chase me out there
they are my newest babies now
my children are gone
living in three different states
two of my grandchildren are at Hotel California
I sing the song of the seventies,
feeling young
if I was driving I would be at a hundred
all seventies songs do this to me
my husband asks “who is their adult supervision?”
I remind him we were married at nineteen.
If this world is my illusion
Then I don’t know, who am I
Can’t drew out a conclusion
Can’t define a truth from lie
But what if the world is yours?
Then it’s under your protection
And your headship, I suppose
Brings conceptual satisfaction
So this mess you advocate
Isn’t all subjective vision
But a forced collective fate
Under clever supervision
Sorry ‘bout a little trouble
With believing in such view
Stop pretending, burst that bubble
You don’t know more, than I do.