"apprentices" poems
Shopping outfashioned hunting and gathering,
Processed beats fresh,
Groceries replaced fruit trees,
Malls superceded forests,
Churches outnumbered temples,
Countries dissolved to territories,
Places devolved to areas,
Paths broke down into highways,
Commodity converted to currency,
Laborers submit to machinery,
Masters engage in humbug,
Apprentices reduced to students,
Knowledge downgraded to education,
And education is deducted to a show of grades,
While schools are the stages,
And the corporate world is the bigger runway,
With work slumped to employment,
Wisdom demoted to profession,
Where in jobs are the only future,
Careers are the only success,
Clicking and pressing buttons are skills,
Computers are correspondent to brains,
Information refers to news reports,
Intelligence means up-to-dateness,
Browsing is preferable to reading,
Studying is in demand more than learning,
Viewing things flashed on screens yields awareness,
Transportation is to traveling,
As buying is to the three basic needs,
And needs embody worldly possessions,
Worldly possessions define happiness,
Happiness is due to selfishness,
Selfishness is traced to the lack of love,
The lack of love draws from the lack of faith,
Because faith stands for religion,
And religion stands for membership,
Where politicians are the gods,
Celebrities are the preachers,
And the preachers are the enemies,
While networking is equal to friendship,
And connection equates to communication,
Experiences require photos,
Memories necessitate uploading,
Souvenirs can be downloaded,
Smartphones are substitute to pets,
Gadgets are toys,
Holding controllers is playing,
Watching TV is exploring the great outdoors,
Internet is recreation,
And technology is a way of life;
While humans are scientists,
Nature is a guinea pig,
And the earth is a laboratory,
Where prices are misidentified for worth,
Processes are miscalculated as progress,
Impoverishment is confused with improvement,
And getting more is mistaken as getting better;
And then we wonder why
Homes have become houses,
Family members have become boarders,
Nations are separate species
Composed of tired and hungry citizens,
Children are monsters
Who are biochemically rascals,
Teenagers are zombies
Whose adventures lead to delinquency,
Adults are robots
Who just clang when touched,
And life is not so simple
As how it is said to be.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 5:40 AM UTC
did it work?
I give a useless tug on my skin, done to reassure me
instead it reaffirms to me:
I am, again, inconsolable.
is the mask I wear today sealed on tight? too tight?
does it hurt to pretend so much?
does it seem clear to anyone else that there are loose ends I've yet to tend to? backdoors I've overlooked?
transparencies? can they see through me?
I bare my teeth. canines, canines from the days of carnivores.
am I that carnivore? in my genes I am.
and in practice?
inconsolable, uncontrollable
barely a threat in her form.
this question comes to me under many guises:
an old man asking me: are you that of practice or are you that of genes?
a professor lecturing: are you that of cultivated identity or that of inherited form?
my concerned friends crying:
who are you?
is your mask anything like you?
and then i wake.
it's a terror turned nightly chorus.
recurring nightmares, doctors offer.
i admit i know the content of my dreams to be unfounded:
in life there are no physical masks that do the jobs my terrors depict.
no veil to hide the contours of each flawed personality, no mask to others, just me, weeping-in-the-bathroom, never-myself me
and those attempted favours to be like one another
i'll be like you so you'll like me
i'll like you because i'm like you
so the body charges on in this society like a mirror
cross your left leg when she crosses her right, fold your arms when she's folded hers, raise your hand to say hello, raise your hand to say goodbye
a kiss on the right cheek, a kiss on the left, one more on the left
this is how you show love and a greeting all at once
fold your arms over each other, this is sympathy, this is greeting, do you take comfort in this too?
so you learn to speak with your arms, and you learn to speak with your legs, and you learn to speak with your face, and you learn to speak with your head.
soon your eyes are apprentices of acquaintances, learning to borrow looks like library books, take on others' stories like they've read them end to end.
so in the middle of this process you learn to effectively say:
i see you, i hear you, i perceive you.
and in these attempted favours, at the end of your night terrors, is the parrot that they want to see. the parrot that you argue, can't really be me.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
They met at a tea shop. There, the three apprentices emptied their cups to learn about the secrets of the elixir. Its key ingredient was the power to create, hidden deep within the seed they each carried.
From the tea shop, they left their cups on the table and set out with their seeds in search of the elixir. The first apprentice, named Datta, was a monk. He climbed to a monastary in the mountains and planted his seed in prayer. The second apprentice, named Mark, was a Renaissance man. He locked himself in a studio and planted his seed in art. The third apprentice was a non-believer. He doubted whatever he saw. Still, he went through the motions, planting his seed with a sense of wonder he lost over time.
No matter how far they went, they ended up back at the tea shop, seeds in hand. The secret of the elixir was beyond their grasp.
Tea cups emptied, they asked Manu the teamaster for directions.
“Where do we start: point A, B, or C?”
“And which way do we go from there: left or right?”
The teamaster said nothing. He knew what was on their minds.
He picked up the stick he used to stir tea with and pointed the way.
Somehow, one seed moved.
It didn’t matter which path they chose.
The opposite direction would have worked just as well.
The teamaster’s lesson was there was more than one way up the mountain.
Knowing this, the apprentices each took their seeds and set out once again from the tea shop.
The monk escaped to his temple, the Renaissance man to his studio, and the non-believer to the shadows of his doubts.
Because they never left their comfort zones, they all ended up back at the tea shop empty-handed, their paths intertwined.
They asked the tea master to just show them how to brew the elixir, so they didn't have to keep searching.
The tea master put down the stick he used to stir tea with and told them to empty their cups.
The lesson was about the illusion of separation: what the apprentices saw as separate and different paths were really one and the same.
The teamaster took one seed and threw it away. He took the other seed and threw it away. He told them to focus only on the seed in the middle, for they were all searching for the same thing.
Still, the three apprentices got nowhere and ended up back at the teashop.
The tea master saw that his lesson wasn’t getting through.
So he taught them a secret:
even if you take the seed and throw it away, it stays with you.
When you empty your teacup, you let the seed fall from your hand.
It was a lesson in letting go.
With the seeds gone, how many are left in the middle, they wondered.
All of them. The tea master pointed to the center cup.
The apprentices finally understood. They threw their seeds away and left the tea shop.
There was no elixir at the top of the mountain. It was just water.
And when you add water to seeds, they grow.
Years later, the three returned to the tea shop with the wisdom of a mountain forest and a plant sprouting from each of their cups.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 8:10 PM UTC
This is a story from the Army Apprentices School, Arborfield, which was not far from Wokingham in Berkshire. I started my soldiering there on 15 January, 1959. It was a memorable first day because on the way there, through a window of the London to Wokingham train I saw a real, live cow and that evening, in the cookhouse, I had a pint *** smashed over my head. Anyway, this poem relates to the passage of information and the dangers of misinformation, and in a way is relative to my first day.
(While waiting for a train)
A bombardier and corporal were arguing the toss
About a job they had to do, about who should be boss.
The corporal said 'it should be me. You know the way we train.
My being in the Infantry means that I have the brain
To make sure job gets properly done, and doing it is really fun.
That being said - this job, you know, we really ought to flick it.
Would you believe they have us down to run a fire-piquet?
Replied his mate, the bombardier, 'even if it's cavalier,
I'm the one that fires off gun so I should get to have the fun.
And working the Apprentice School appears to me to be quite cool.
These AT's., they know their stuff, and work they'd never think to cuff.
Why, one even told my daughter, ‘on fire you never use hot water.'
Perplexed, his mate then asked 'why not, use h2o when it is hot?'
'Stands to reason' said his mate (they stood at Railway Station),
'Hot water on a burning fire just ups the conflagration'.
The two both spent that weekend off at home and in the yard.
Concluding individually the task was just too hard.
And so, selectively, they chose (so soon as they got back)
To do the work at Arborfield a smartly dressed lance-jack.
A Fusileer with bright cockade, four GEC's and bright
(though he said he'd had to give up two for getting in a fight).
He drilled the boys of Arborfield exactly as he orter
Whilst urging them to 'never, ever, ever use hot water'.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
garage tools
orbital sander sanding away
big it up for the orbital sander
getting sand on now now now
hear the orbital sander sand away
orbital sander
orbital sander
orbital sander
sand sand sand!
like his mate the orbital grinder
give it a good grind
grind away on the go
watch that baby grind away
orbital grinder
orbital grinder
orbital grinder
grind grind grind!
hydraulic ramp going up and down
no car is too heavy
fantastic hydraulics
touch of a button up down up down
hydraulic ramp
hydraulic ramp
hydraulic ramp
lift lift lift!
laser gig perfectly aligned
laser beam on target
crash damage repair perfection
laser accuracy beyond compare
laser gig
laser gig
laser gig
laser laser laser!
boss is doing a ******* eppy
the tech is too reliable
he bosses and bullies
his young apprentices about
sweep the floor
male the brews
fetch the butties
you ****** slaves
boss boss boss!
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
Coming out of the sleepy terrarium auditorium,
Whispering consciousness of rotten handfuls,
Then a great stranger, obelisk tall and stretching,
His hand and giving me a clue of what to do next,
A searing and scathing, loose triumphant look,
I almost tried to shield my eyes from its beauty,
Sound spilling out of the speakers in cacophony,
Climaxing and exhaling like a tired holy shaman,
Tranquil and pondering existence,
Wondering and re-examining what was the real reason,
Somehow it all seemed to melt away and each chattering,
Capsized example fell on the ears of catalysts,
Somehow the morning light had seamed through the curtain,
Training the new apprentices of next abreast,
Sitting in the waiting room panting and wailing,
When will it be their turn,
To change the minds of America,
While setting fire to the office building next door,
One of the commanders of chaos sat back in an easy chair smiling,
Further melting away layers I saw the,
Saints,
And,
Devils.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
What is the substratum of each day
but mere
filler,
the in-between?
The contours roughly
pencilled in, we simply
flesh them out,
gamely connect-the-dots,
paint by numbers.
This, that we wake to
each day, that we reconstruct,
dumbly enacting
each scene, each encounter,
actors
simply wanting
to please, to cover the cost
of each curtain, the ushers
to soundlessly herd you out.
Every last one of us
apprentices, frenzied
cattle -
the grand performance,
back by popular demand!
Fodder for our
flighty
attention
spans, meagre
senses of self.
Nextstoppleaseholdhow
areyouicanhelpyouhere
ithinkineedfindeverything
youneededtodaygoodthanks
pillowed against the brute
fear
of boredom,
of silence.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 5:38 PM UTC
We're all disciples here
We're all disciple makers
We're all apprentices
We're all apprentice takers
Whether you know it or not
There're those who look to you
Give them something worth seeing
Something honest and true
All of us carry our scars
Some costly, all hard earned
Don't waste the sweat and tears
Share the lessons you've learned.
We've all got younger brothers
We've all got younger sisters
Take some time to walk with them
Shake off the doubt that hinders
We're all disciples here
We're all disciple makers
We're all apprentices
We're all apprentice takers
May 29, 2022
May 29, 2022 at 2:30 AM UTC
I guess you were showing me I have choices
To manipulate those inner voices
The liars in me that deceived
Their fictions I had hitherto believed
Those voices took a while to surmount
Of the tortured days I lost my count
Repeating threats and mocking me
They taunted me most horribly
But sometimes they soothed my head with music
Imploring me to wisely use it
Giving me words and rhymes and ideas
Quelling all my awful fears
Knowing that they can be seduced
My voices I cleverly reduced
To my handy, willing apprentices
Even though I’m still cognis mentis
The obstacle remover gave me a chance
To improve my life and to enhance
My experience of the world as a whole
I’m so glad she touched my soul
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Dear,
A lot has changed in the last year and a half
since the day God decided to scoop you up from our ember-warm hometown
and swallow you whole about sixty years earlier than any of us would have ever prayed for.
We would have all given up our one gold-embellished chance to write the center-spread
ecstatically collected our own blood and sweat and knuckles met with writers-cramps
if that meant watching wrinkles sprout permanently across your forehead
roots of trees burying themselves into the grooves of your smile lines.
We would have sacrificed all that hard-earned pain
that stain issues one through four
and that old putrid-beige colored couch
that we hated so much but clandestinely found comfort in leaning our heavy heads on still
in the crook of its homely, familiar shoulder
thinking that we were Shakespeare's apprentices
through fluttering eyelids
creating clusters of words that had to have been New York Times worthy—we were sure
although we knew the furthest we could really go is the furthest your laugh could carry across a room
and that's still pretty far—we could all spit shake and swear—
because I can still hear it sometimes all the way down here
where each tendon in my body is capable of feeling solidity
where I am haunted by uhtceare, wondering if you're too cold
where halos don't exist outside of dreams
not even when the sun is a cracked egg and dripping onto tables, the roofs of cars
not even then is anything brighter than the whites of your lively eyes
and I think you'd like to know that we're still thinking about you
that I can't think about white anymore without thinking about the vulgarity of bathtubs
and your hate for poems that include contractions—I'm sorry I've let you down
but I think you'd like to know that I've finally stopped having nightmares
and even the thinnest-skinned of us all, you know which one,
has been able to convince himself that the embrace of the Earth
just isn't the place for you anymore
that you've already outgrown all of us at fifteen-years-old
and we're sorry for not believing sooner that poetry can save the world.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
May your days be forever hateful
May your malice flow through pen
And allow all your pain passage
To the screening room
To the eyes of all of us apprentices
As you write of being alone
In a darkened apprehension
With heart, whose name you whisper,
"Broken," so softly, as if
You stand above its grave
And fear waking the dead
Aside- you are asleep
And need not remain silent
Nor deaf to all the shouts
Of the people in your room
Trying to get you up
From your coma, night terror,
Self contrived absence of light.
Your heart is not broken.
In fact, it needs a break.
The weight you put upon it
Is more than it can take.
I digress- may your days
Forever be hateful
And your nights filled
With the sweet fragrant perfumes
Of victory and love
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
Sat here waiting for them. They are late. My palms are sweating, heart racing.. I don't want to be here alone...
Please hurry and release me from my anxiety.
What if they don't show
Has she decided to not let them see me
Are they ok...
It's an irrational fear and I know this..
Breath Steve. It's all ok....
10 minutes has past and still no sign.
What's going on?? Where are they!
I stare at the door. Every sound is magnified. Sat here on edge.
Waiting.... Just waiting for the door to open and see the warming little smile of my little apprentices. My anchors to this world.
No.... Don't you dare cry! Swallow and swallow hard. This is not the place.
They will be here...
15 minutes now....
16 minutes have past. 16 long agonising minutes... I need to see them desperately.
I hope they don't notice.. A is so in tune she always sees my darkness..
17 minutes - no text or call.... Where are they??
My breathing is hard and heavy. I feel sick with worry, I'm scared. I don't want to be here alone....
Please hurry up!!
Finally they are here
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 2:07 AM UTC
How I’ve trekked with muddy boots
Through superficial swamps to arrive here
Where Apollo’s apprentices laze about
Though slicked with sweat the air here is sweet
Where muses pull on poets like reigns
And all dreams and delusions are bared
And all hope and hell shines without glares
And all our secrets slither from our stoic stares
And all are cradled in a community that cares
Oh how I’ve trekked with muddy boots
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
With an intent of
Stripping off all--Wives & footholds--
And taking over,
A monkey measures
And measures
Father's foot mark
Walking behind father's back
And inflict on the same attack
Cognizant ,subject to
The wear and tear of time
, feeble,
A defensive hand
Father could lack!
A mentor, I helped
An apprentice
Acquire a sharp mind
And a nimble hand
Till on his feet stand.
When he realized
He has ensured balance
Began the apprentice
Forward advance,
Quite strange to the behaviour
Of other apprentices.
Ungrateful he started to hurl
Acerbic remark
About my skills
Casting a covetous glance
For boss's chair a chance.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
The world can't get enough of this....Is reading this a curse or some lucky ****
Social balances corrupted when I produce aggressive logic the acrid smoke covers your Aura blocking out any positive connection from this...
Timeless literature. The ***** in you.
Gives me no choice but to play the disobedient hero.
Zero in on my location.
The person they killed was my imposter waiting.
It hath been too long since they seen my face.
Picture this. I'm five out of six of my apprentices, but I don't think much of it.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
my memory , thus you wont remember me, the enemy, living in anarchy answer me this,
is it a myth , that ****** get away with wack scripts? ya ****** lack the gift of the imagination, I'm bored like satan, bored of the sayings.
Your reads. Highs and Lows. Nose bleeds. LAZY proceeds. I never met you, It's easy to detect you. How is it?, To live Restless, from advertisement visits?, Some call it friendships others know it for what it is.
Claim your intellect! before you claim your memory ,what's challenging to you is not challenging to me, I don't play along, I just be.
Tomorrow's song I learn HOW to play along! Tomorrow's yesterday formed as a
Crooked shape ( j /L - God) i don't fit in wit your fate, i fit in with the fake, those who take, create, concentrate, bait the art, they always hate from the start.
Just create the art ! LIFE'S MEANT TO BE HARD! & bizarre.
brighter than being sirius, the heart is content with the delirious, tomorrow's song, I choose HOW to play along, this is me, you seem elementary to my mercury, this lack of humility disturbs me , although I'm not worried, shock test I mock the best, just as they clock the worst,
I'm more cursed your more nursed. I stole this verse and sold the shirts,
gone before it messed up your worked.
My memory. Thus you won't remember me.
Picture this, I'm TWO outta seven them apprentices.! Con artist. Im the smartest to tarnish any garbage artist regardless I'm heartless.
Picture this Im two out of seven them apprentices.....
my memory , thus you wont remember me, the enemy, living in anarchy, answer me this. is it a myth tht ****** get away with wack scripts? ya ****** lack the gift of the imagination, im bored like satan, bored of the sayings.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
I'll be turning 34 this year too, and I feel it. It feels like a calling, like a proverbial mother ringing a triangle hung on the porch calling me in for dinner on a hot summer night spent hitting lightning bugs with a wiffle ball bat and watching them light up in an arc as they fall to their death. I turn to look towards the warm hue radiating from the house and know that it's time to go in for dinner, but on my walk to the front steps I keep desperately searching for something worthy to distract me from going inside. Something to make this perfect night last just five minutes longer, something worth looking back for and... I don't see a **** thing. Every step I take I keep passing by interesting rocks guaranteed to be hiding all sorts of fun bugs but as I walk I kick them over only to find vapid nothingness. I miss my friends as I climb the first step, with my hand on the banister I look over my shoulder and glance behind me but only see blackness. Everyone else has gone home, and it's just not the same without someone to spend the time with. Friends to paint the canvas of my memories. Just nothing. As I step into the house I realize that this is actually not that bad at all, even though Mom is gone and Grandpa and Dad are gone too. I walk over to the kitchen and grab a pan, fry up some eggs and bacon. "Breakfast for dinner again?" I hear her voice tease me in the back of my mind and answer audibly with a smile "of course, you know I like switching it up." I eat dinner at the kitchen table and google my local trade unions that happen to be taking apprentices. IBEW? International brotherhood of electrical workers huh? I finish off the last of my dippy eggs with the toast I made as I fill out the application, apprehensive at first and then welcoming the questions. Satisfied at how simple it was. A glance at the half-drunk bottle of whiskey on top of the fridge, followed immediately by a peek at the overly-full recycling bin filled with empty bottles.
Jul 25, 2024
Jul 25, 2024 at 12:19 AM UTC
The question is should I use the scalpel or the tablets to take my life;
I am sorry to all those who trusted me,
Sorry to all those who cared,
Sorry to my little apprentices the two I hold so dear,
Sorry to everyone who loves me - I tried to love you back;
I am sorry I didn’t stand up for my self
Sorry I was weak
Sorry I just took it
Sorry I didn’t speak up - I tried but my words choked me;
I am sorry for my indiscretions
Sorry for my depression
Sorry for my lack of control
Sorry I can’t control my demons - I tried to, I really did;
It’s time to stop apologising, it’s time to bring about an end;
So with these final words my friends I say goodbye, god bless and farewell;
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC