#mailman
How bad could this dog’s bite be, thought the courier
As he rang the door’s bell, stood at the barrier
The mosaic is pixelated, I won’t know
Frenzied mutt or skittish stray, ’til we’re toe to toe
Our trade sometimes takes courage, above and beyond
That’s why we’re called male men, so all can correspond
Canine fiends is what I say, not this man’s best friend
Eager to tear my tunic and feast on rear end
Time to find out whether Pompeii’s poet is pompous
No horrendous hound in sight, still best be cautious
On the second ring promptly the master himself
Cracks the door, artsy types are eccentric, what else
Today is a lucky day, hand over the scroll
Save parts of my anatomy my other goal
Fear not, my good man, said the poet, alas no dogue
A bone from his day’s pound of flesh as epilogue
Now in his stead I have only a placid pug
The messenger was now relieved and feeling smug
He then looked up and thought: I avoided peril
Only to see the whole city meet the devil
Up goes the volcano, the joke’s on all of us
To think that for a dog warning I made a fuss
Neither the poet nor the mail man made history
Why the pooch is remembered is a mystery
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 8:56 AM UTC
My expectations
Present me
With a
Shared Sharp Shard
Of Glass
As rotten blood trickles down
Each spectacle
Overwhelming evidence
Seeps in each
Prickling crack
Blood wheeps
Floorboard creaks
It's the mailman
What a creep
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
When a housekeeper pours her heart into her work, making your home Clean and shining,
Say thank- you!
When a waitress greets you with a warm smile, and tries her best to Provide you a quality service,
Say thank- you!
When a mailman struggles to deliver your mail, fighting through Challenging weather,
Say thank-you!
Make others feel valued,
Express your gratitude,
Lighten their day with words of appreciation,
Embrace them with humanity, and treat them with kindness!
Hussein Dekmak
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC
I bet that man,
he with his white cap,
smashed my box against the wall
as he so carelessly
dumped
my package on the doorstep.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC
At this point I know it's over
They've told us where the plane is heading
I've always thought I'd know what to think if something like this happened
But I'm lost here
I'm not thinking about my beautiful wife
Or my daughter
My parents who will outlive me
Or my friends who are off living their lives
I keep thinking about the mailman
No really I do
How he'll have to go around tomorrow
Passing this tale of tragedy
Gracing my family with statistics
Thousands dead thousands hurt
I feel bad for that mailman
For he will never truly understand the pain he will bring
This mailman does not know my name
He does not know my wife, my daughter,
The man next to me,
My first grade teacher, my first girlfriend
He does not know my dog
He does not know my true dreams or my hopes
My ambitions, my musings, my innermost thoughts
No this mailman only knows he is passing out the paper
Delivering news to millions who do not want it
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC