the Biltmore Hotel
appears through my car window
by my new office
two workplaces as bookends
to forty years and one life
Looking for the unfindable
Unfindable. Is she missed, forgotten, invisible, lost, maybe dead?
I tried to find her everywhere. Workplaces, pubs, cemeteries, nights,
days, past lives, present life, next lives, in the light, and the dark
She does not exist, and that’s why I am alone in my so paralyzed cold life
Hard fact, hot desire, passing fire, shooting star my life turns on in the light
There is no love, but everything is more than love because life starts death of love
Never happening the love there, only the realistic love of mind, the intellectual light
I will live in the light, follow and take the shiny and glittering objectively realistic life
Oh, Light, come into my heart and shall be the way with your light in the life in mine
Light
Life
New
Ever
Light
Founded
Love
Day & Night
It was still dark morning when I left
the nightclub, a place where one can
be sure not to meet reality
I saw a river of people coming out of
the subway filling streets with heavy
steps and murmur
as daylight came, neon light shivered
and became ugly words on buildings
reality had blinded them
At the end of the day, as night sunk
like a blanket on towns, people were
going home from workplaces
The neon light came back on tell
a story of an alternative where all
is fake, like Ronaldo's scoring a goal
Why disturb a functioning country? Why force untried
Socialogical patterns.? Why dis-place positive gender
Roles? Why encourage seperate (communitys?) Then
Advise coming together? (Why?) Why would anyone do
Such iniquity.? Why encourage more people into higher
Education? When there was not enough opportunity?
Thereby leaving manual workplaces needing more applicants? Why cause less birth rates? Encourage even.?
Why alter course? in a (false medical emergency) after
Taking world class advice to go through! to gain bodily
Immunity.?? Why do such evils? Why encourage women
To compete with men? Espicially In hard sports' Why.?
Crypt and memories of the past
I feel like a corpse in a morgue, I am already that, a living dead
My crypt is so cold, dark, blind darkness everywhere, life after life
I got up, but the door was closed, this is my prison, found myself here the eternal life
Passed years, passed life, forgotten love, only illusion of my life, and illusory of the world, deceit
Child age, youth, parents, family, our house, sisters and brothers, girlfriends, workplaces, church, and my bicycle have not existed, it was all make-believe
Hmm, very bad this cemetery life, the smell of death, infinite demonic life, and eternal suffering became my class after death
Maybe this is Hell. Is this the Hell? Hmm, I don't know, it’s blind of mind, but not a human life, not a man's life, not a human being anymore
I want to leave this life, but I can’t this crypt is my jail, there is no light, just memories, and memories from the past run everywhere in my mind
Hmm, I can’t do anything, I am a prisoner of my past, when do I get out of here? I don’t know, no idea, time is cruel, my memories kill my life
Today’s workplaces incommodious
Laid off, the exuberant and joyous
Atmosphere’s sterile
Good times imperiled
Efficiency’s drumbeat will destroy us
In the tapestry of life, memories weave their threads, and the echoes of past workplaces linger like faint perfume. Seacrest, with its morning shifts and graveyard hours, left an indelible mark—a mix of disdain and nostalgia. The Stench, both literal and metaphorical, clings to the corridors of memory.
Retirement, a withdrawal from life’s hustle, offers solace. It’s like stepping out of a turbulent river into a calm pond. Yet, self-reflection creeps in—an inventory of wasted years spent in an institution were money reigned supreme. What good remains? The ledger is blank, the balance elusive.
Here, at sixty, sanity is my prayer. A few screws may be loose, but not enough to rattle the Monkey cages of life’s absurdity. Kindness flows, a gentle current, but I know it can backfire—a vulnerability in a world that thrives on sharp edges.
And you, a familiar face, a reminder: “This path, tread cautiously.” In my next life, I’ll be a poet—a real one, successful and unyielding. A master tinker, weaving words into magic. A philosopher, unraveling life’s mysteries.
But for now, I am Annie—the content creator, the mother, the friend in need. And perhaps, that’s enough.
Women
Women are the soul and body of society, so why compromising and neglecting. Why not receiving equal pay and rights. Are not you have mothers and sisters in your home.Do not you know how important and crucial they are.Thus respecting their and other women rights is not only essential for individual society but for a greater extent. However this not the situation, people are ignorant about women rights in houses ,workplaces and in society in general.Is this right .Is this the right way.In my opinion ,not.
Decorating homes and workplaces
Illuminating with diyas and rangoli for five days
Worship ceremonies of Lakshmi, goddess of properity
As mentioned in early Sanskrit texts
Light over darkness
Indian subcontinent origins
written November 4, 2021
I've heard of a place where people smile
where neighbors all go the extra mile
I've heard of a place where folks of all races
get along just fine in their workplaces
I've heard of a place where highly paid doctors admit
there are diseases about which they don't know a whit
I've heard of a place where instead of bald lies
politicians seek only to compromise
I've heard of a place where you don't lock your doors
for if you did, the sheriff would ask you, 'What for?'
I've heard of a place where's there's little divorce
where loving couples would never use force
And maybe if you've heard of this place too
You and I can give the world a preview
October 18, 2020
Completely Your Choice (#29) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Come back Martin, come back.
If there is any way please come back, quickly.
We need your words of Utopia,
your powerful metaphors of brotherhood.
Freedom is not the object.
Everyone is free, too free,
free to do as they please
even if it means, take a life.
People die every day in
the streets of the city
the schoolyards
the workplaces
the highways
gunned down, just like you.
Madmen rule the world
playing with it like marbles and badly need wisdom.
Come back Martin, come back
and bring Mahatma too.
10/17/18
With her citizenry in speculation?
What next after the abomination?
Why shoot the stood confrontation?
Just for dictatorial execution
The far for we move away from,
Independence in full of storm,
Creative tumbocrats innovate scam,
All around in a boiling water frame
All workplaces baptized in troubles,
Shelters occupied just troubled couples,
To put on the table but just the battles,
As the fortune subscribers burn candles
As you chew swallowing but few
As you drink the starving-learned stew
We grow narrow slender size new
Better the persons who lifted you
Dismal tale of men and women in the dirty rail compartment
No conception of the charm being knitted by the movement
Of the necklace of gentle light in the pants shirts and blouses
All is too occupied in their struggle to notice the kind crescent
As they are returning home from their respective workplaces
Piteous story of apathy and woe all of them are absorbed in
An old lady chewing parched rice taking it from a rusted tin
In a dark corner is seated a youth with shirt all bloodstained
Suffering from tuberculosis and looking very fragile and thin
A worthless life of empty existence still wretchedly retained
Though no threshold he will come across leading him to a
Plate of rice and curry as at least one square meal a day
A hawker of playthings approaches them in a smiling face
A second vendor selling some human figures made of clay
A gloomy motion picture of life running in an unfair race
10/07/2017
Rhyme Time with 5 Poetry Contest sponsored by Laura Loo
Using the five words viz Piteous Bloodstained Threshold
Conception and Dismal
I just read that U.S. Democrats stand in solidarity
against Trump,
but what else?
What is democracy for?
First,
democracy, rather than republican plutocracy,
here confuses united against our competitive opponents
with solidarity,
which must be for both ourselves and our appositional tensions.
Second,
democracy is empathic trust,
rather than mistrust,
much less active distrust;
so democracy stands in solidarity
with multiculturing regenerativity,
with wealth optimization as health maximization.
So,
please,
if our parties and cooperatively-owned workplaces
wear the label of "we are pro-democracy"
then rest assured that being for healthy multicultural evolution
and against degenerative monoculturing competitions
is a humanitarian platform
not limited to gathering votes from 50% of the humane-natural population,
but capable of drawing every vote
from every mind and body of age
to become pro-health for all Earth's species,
including this more humane variety.
WhatsApp!!!
First thing in the morning,
I grab my phone,
Switched to the cheap communication,
Convenient communication,
WhatsApp,
Even if we are in the same room and same bed,
I whatsApp her to say morning my love,
I whatsApp her to ask for hot water,
For a tea and everything I will need to start my day,
From another room I kiss her by whatsApp,
To wake my children that it is time to wakeup,
I whatsApp,
I am at work and she is at the mall shopping,
She whatsApp to me pics of her favorites,
I give recommendations by whatsApp,
Our daily communication led by whatsApp,
My friend whatsApp me his favourite music,
My boss give me daily instruction by whatsApp,
Dating start on other sites and ends on whatsApp,
Nomore speaking, we text, upload and whatsApp,
WhatApp has private,
WhatsApp in the taxis,
At workplaces,
At the shopping malls,
WhatsApp at hospitals,
WhatApp everywhere,
Picture and audio convenient share,
My mood is in my whatsApp status,
You can define me on my whatsApp profile picture,
Next will be whatsApp to lock and unlock the doors,
WhatsApp to unlock passwords in computers,
And whatsApp to enter pin on ATMS,
Whatsapp!!!
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