#mismanagement - Hello Poetry

When I first heard the word existential I thought “Ooh that’s posh perhaps I’ll pepper it in conversations, Bosh! and figure out later what it means.” Twonk I was, I only slowly saw the word existence hidden in the cleverness of syllables and then I thought I got it But not until a maw began to daily swallow more than a thousand souls of families and carers, teachers, truckers, nurses, loved did I become aware And I was scared. Not just life being lost but existence the whole ****** swirl and fanfare of little faffs and laughing drunken, first chuckles, first kisses, first footsteps, Sunday roasts, broken hearts and ecstasies The nail-clutch of my anxiety floored me but underneath an ember burned and a fire-question unfurled and grew: How did we let this be?

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Jan 23, 2021

Jan 23, 2021 at 3:22 AM UTC

drunkenkind

Existential

When I first heard the word existential I thought “Ooh that’s posh perhaps I’ll pepper it in conversations, Bosh! and figure out later what it means.” Twonk I was, I only slowly saw the word existence hidden in the cleverness of syllables and then I thought I got it But not until a maw began to daily swallow more than a thousand souls of families and carers, teachers, truckers, nurses, loved did I become aware And I was scared. Not just life being lost but existence the whole ****** swirl and fanfare of little faffs and laughing drunken, first chuckles, first kisses, first footsteps, Sunday roasts, broken hearts and ecstasies The nail-clutch of my anxiety floored me but underneath an ember burned and a fire-question unfurled and grew: How did we let this be?

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So you found yourself in over your head. Bit off more than you could chew. Stretched yourself a little too thin, then what did you do? Sent out a veiled cry-for-help to a friend, knowing full well it was a torpedo.

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Dec 11, 2020

Dec 11, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC

JDK

Brace For Shock

So you found yourself in over your head. Bit off more than you could chew. Stretched yourself a little too thin, then what did you do? Sent out a veiled cry-for-help to a friend, knowing full well it was a torpedo.

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My two weakling hands on my delusional head A face tattooed with tear lines of anguish and perplexity I am sick and tired of being sick and tired of this game Many are sea sick with zipped lips in this freezing old ship Precious dreams and lives; thrown overboard Let me plead one more time with this heartless captain We are charting upstream against the current, Sir Sir! Please sir Our lives and the lives of the next generation; In your hands Do you not care that we are perishing He has a big navigational map on the wall A gargantuan telescope in his hands Alas, he is blind Blind man will crush the blind into an iceberg He is distracted by his own personal greediness; Woe unto us, he is not far from a two hundred feet iceberg He reminds me of the titanic He has a crew who are not seas worthy They are wearing their office like they are on vacation The cry and the wisdom of the weak falls into deaf ears Sir, do you not care that we are perishing! Can you be my camera for a minute, Sir? Focus below deck, sir; Children without formal education The future generation is today’s labor engine They walk on the thin line of child... Child, what? Child slavery, Sir They are brain washed Manipulated and abused Zoom on the mid-deck, sir; The young jobless internet savvy A storm tossed creative thinkers A young generation with no future A future neglected without action plan Driven to push through the storm One direction; the wrong direction They are the masters of... Masters of? Masters of internet fraud and drugs, Sir Gang banging is their security Just like a candle under the night wind; Their light goes off prematurely in lightning speed Zoom a little high on the upper deck, sir; Square pegs on rounded holes Mismanagement and embezzlement Unpatriotically obsessive creatures Fanning the toxic flames of an aged ship While expertise waste at the shore for decades Will you anchor? Will you pause and reflect His words: acidic Emotions: volcanic Problems: oceanic If angels rules; would have cry to them Maybe they would hear the cry of the weak Grant us safe voyage, Thou that watch over the weak Be our anchor in the midst of the storm May we not sink in this sea of incompetence Be our strength and hope in this journey to the unknown Father, if it be possible be our captain and lead us to bliss

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Mar 24, 2014

Mar 24, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC

mcgyamfi

DEADLY VOYAGE

My two weakling hands on my delusional head A face tattooed with tear lines of anguish and perplexity I am sick and tired of being sick and tired of this game Many are sea sick with zipped lips in this freezing old ship Precious dreams and lives; thrown overboard Let me plead one more time with this heartless captain We are charting upstream against the current, Sir Sir! Please sir Our lives and the lives of the next generation; In your hands Do you not care that we are perishing He has a big navigational map on the wall A gargantuan telescope in his hands Alas, he is blind Blind man will crush the blind into an iceberg He is distracted by his own personal greediness; Woe unto us, he is not far from a two hundred feet iceberg He reminds me of the titanic He has a crew who are not seas worthy They are wearing their office like they are on vacation The cry and the wisdom of the weak falls into deaf ears Sir, do you not care that we are perishing! Can you be my camera for a minute, Sir? Focus below deck, sir; Children without formal education The future generation is today’s labor engine They walk on the thin line of child... Child, what? Child slavery, Sir They are brain washed Manipulated and abused Zoom on the mid-deck, sir; The young jobless internet savvy A storm tossed creative thinkers A young generation with no future A future neglected without action plan Driven to push through the storm One direction; the wrong direction They are the masters of... Masters of? Masters of internet fraud and drugs, Sir Gang banging is their security Just like a candle under the night wind; Their light goes off prematurely in lightning speed Zoom a little high on the upper deck, sir; Square pegs on rounded holes Mismanagement and embezzlement Unpatriotically obsessive creatures Fanning the toxic flames of an aged ship While expertise waste at the shore for decades Will you anchor? Will you pause and reflect His words: acidic Emotions: volcanic Problems: oceanic If angels rules; would have cry to them Maybe they would hear the cry of the weak Grant us safe voyage, Thou that watch over the weak Be our anchor in the midst of the storm May we not sink in this sea of incompetence Be our strength and hope in this journey to the unknown Father, if it be possible be our captain and lead us to bliss

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