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Nylee Feb 7
Shed few tears more
Five years are no less
I break my back for you
For seeing the disdain on your face
Gave you more than love
Respect is a bitter fruit

It's all over
Written on my face
Running away from your case
Filing letters of application
Get myself out of this situation

Nights are sleepless
You running like a reel in my brain
Speaking all the words that you said
You read me like a book
But I have coloured all pages

Murky road ahead, future seems dull
I am not meant for this
I should throw away every snip
Track back to the right track
This is all going to be biting back.
Zywa Sep 2023
I tirelessly write...

application letters to --


waste paper baskets.
Novel "Else Böhler, Duits dienstmeisje" ("Else Böhler, German maid", 1934, Simon Vestdijk), published in 1935, chapter April 16th, '34

Collection "Inmost [2]"
Jenny Bllr Nov 2021
When I have a degree,
with eyes open wide
to give back to society -
will you please consider me?

You don't have what it takes
You don't go to the right school
You don't score high enough
You won't work at ours.

I have work experience,
I am eager to learn more
I promise to work hard -
will you please consider me?

You don't have what it takes
You don't speak like a Native
You don't have our background
You won't work at ours.

I keep my head up high
for I am not giving up.
I may never be enough
but

I will -
LEARN
I will -
WORK
I will -
STRIVE

So just give me a chance.
Spriha Kant Apr 2021
Stress on the summit is sometimes a rock heavy enough to not roll downward even by the application of periodic high-intensity forces.

           © SPRIHA KANT
Lee Peter Apr 2020
Selection Criteria

We seek a person showing an authentic engagement with the culture of language. The applicant needs a broad appreciation of linguistic form and an inclusive approach.

Essential:

• Two good honours degrees from a top performing university - Or relevant experience as an autodidact or dilitante.

• A willingness to appreciate and engage in other people's expression of poetic form.

• Openness to the ways in which language is multimodal and able to blur the distinction between word, voice, sound, body and image, whilst being able to draw upon the conventions of each mode.

Desirable:

• Colourful life-history, and a keen eye/ear for human and natural dynamics, and the capacity to dissolve the distinction.

Please submit sample below:

There was a tree. Indeed, there was a tree... that night we played with Gertrude or some girl or boy or some other echo or other.

Had she not mentioned the issue with the fragmentary interjections by candidates? The capacity of evocation is lost with this fashion for modernism [Golden light of blue buzzard and some such and wot not before azure cream in winter time and  crystalline glaze] and its reflexive interruptions. Perhaps she should start again. [Does it even need to be a word? And what is this anyway?]. Re: Start again - good lord we are forced to read some nonsense [in the steam rows and the bath cabin], often with a similar flow. What about the art of pleasing our palate? We bump our heads against the brackets, elliptical conjurings and compound punctuation: -

Oh! ... Out of time? Battery low? Well, this will have to be the submission then. Good luck.
Isaac Aug 2018
By sharing my poem on this site,
It is easy to lose what I write.
So focused on notification,
I forget all about application.
Even when I share this ink,
My automatic response is to think
Of how many views or likes it may get.
Soon enough my own message I forget!
May I never lose a poem again,
From now until forever. Amen.
Written 22 August 2018
Lydia Mar 2018
You need minds like me
I've bent over backwards to sculpt a vision of a human being
Some 3D model of a stained glass church window
I see that you've turned me into numbers
How thick and how tall?
How much time did I spend in the library?
But you missed the golden numbers
The ratio of the bones in my fingers which I have so carefully crafted for you
You overlooked the seventy hour work weeks (I was a first responder at a climbing site)
And I'm sure you failed to notice the pictures of my therapy dog on the website I built for you
I keep asking myself what went wrong
What about this wasn't good enough?
You.
Jawad Apr 2017
Asylum
Inspectors issuing warrants that are random

Perjury
Attempts of hailing proses censors don’t approve

Persecution
Despite torture, not asking for absolution

Fugitive
Escaping chains and saws that critics use on me

Refugee
I’m hoping for permanent status on HePo
There are some people who think they own poetry and don't allow others to try it out. I'm heartbroken, so I will.
aniket nikhade Feb 2017
A great deal of time is spent in deciding what to do next,
however,
later on realized,
many times what you do in life is what you had never thought prior.

Still doing the same is important,
since it’s need of the hour.

If there is anything in life that experience has taught,
then one thing is for sure,
which remains the same over a period of time,
the fact that ignorance is bliss that needs to be kept in mind and remembered.

Over a period of time revise the same, since it’s difficult to tell when it’s application will be required.
To focus oneself on an aspect can be of use;
The singularity, the particularity. However,
To concentrate so singularly is also to be obtuse.

We shall not forget the how and the why,
Of which we must philosophize;
Else we lose the power of the mind
Unravel consciousness, modify perception,
We dare warp the existential to assure our protection.

We shall endeavour to remember such an Application Of The Psyche.
Thesis: Tangible/Applicable
Antithesis: Intangible/Inapplicable
Synthesis: Meta-tangible/Replicable

Strive to apply yourself.
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