"boardroom" poems
Silent as the storm
Black as the nights sky
You never know when its coming
Temperature ranging from hot to cold
Moon swings come and they go
She can make you feel like the lowest **** on earth
Or make you feel like a King
We are in a league of our own
The take no mess take charge kind of woman
Sweet as honey beautiful as the sunset
She’ll drain you and leave you begging for more
With her smooth complexion hair just right
Dress to impress and the legs smooth as silk
Her take charge attitude with sophistication
Can work the room in any situation
Wither in the boardroom, fancy restaurant
or at home with family and friends
She can cut you down without missing a beat
Leave you standing there wondering what happen
A work of art in her own right
A independent women but can make you feel
Like you are needed always treating you like you the man
A way with words that will leave no room argument
Will cut so deep leave you grasping for breath
But you can never want to hurt this woman
Cuz she can turn on you like Cain turn on Abel
We are devious creatures and with a devious mind
And a women who is scorn is a dangerous combination
A woman with so much confidence
It will make you sit up and take notice
But at the same time she knows her place
As a women by your side
While all the while bringing home the bacon, cook it and serve it to you like royalty
Watch out cause she’s on the rise
As a strong independent black woman
Never fearing of the two strikes against her
In this mans world that we live in
So watch out, take notice and pay attention because she is unstopable
Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 9:25 AM UTC
You can be destitute, dressed in rags
But you're a tycoon with pencil and pad
Your office a park bench under the sun
Your income the poem or song yet unsung
Your boardroom the corner of some shopping mall
Where multitudes gather
When you, the writer calls
No microphones needed
Nor fancy backdrops
The words of poetry ring forth
Crowds now do stop
Amazed that a man
Unkempt, dressed in rags
Can bring peace to the masses
And new heart to the sad
All this with no money, just pencil and pad
This poetic tycoon
Shone in a world so sombre and sad
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
Hi . . . This is about the kinds of people who work in corporate big money office buildings . . . Imagine them at lunchtime, how they interact and picture the scene in any . . .
Busy little bistro
Sharp - sharks - circle - the - pack
Pinstripe finned and eager
Snapping their snacks back with ease
Points to prove with nothing to lose
No cracks in their creases
They're keen to return to the fray.
These boys play with girls
Aren't yet uncles with nieces
Just unproven throwaway pieces . . .
In shiny . eat ***** . suited up . Chelsea boots
Bidding for ***** with cute looks and loot
Touting with confident ***** . . .
As mobile as their smart devices
Loose
Next . . . ?
And fresh from a mornings abuse
And fifteen years of fear . .
Beleaguered older shirts sit . .
Flogged dogs with weak barks
Parked packed into packs.
Tongue tied ties tied together
Safety is numbers
Get each others backs
These partially satisfied cats
Know today is NOT their day . .
That was yesterday . . .
Obliging lives and mortgages
The reasons why they stay
Passing Cabs cruise . . .
Seen it all before.
Sat in the back a high class *****
Glazed eyes glancing away
From her play-away payday
Nibbles in the boardroom . .
Napkins . . for the dribbles
A working lunch for this Girl
Her money-shot a wrap without applause
Was just a . . . pause . . . between paws . .
Then Dora on reception
John, who minds the door
Evie in the IT room
Or dave . . who buffs the Marble
Sparkles glinting in the floor . .
And the guards . . who guard . . what exactly . . ?
All of this . . ? Networking . . !!!
Everybody's selling something
It doesn't quite stink
But it definitely smells
A little high
As time whiles by
Seems this
Is the state of our nation
And in this state
Defines our aspirations
And yes . . this state's a splinter
Taunting my imagination . . .
Do I stake my place within this game
Or sit in observation
Commentating on a race
Where human nature fakes it's place
Where people sit as players
Yet no one wears their own face
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
I slowly walked into the Boardroom
Silence
You could here a pin drop
Silence
Locked the door behind me
Silence
Opened up my tatty briefcase
Silence
Pulled out two Beretta 93R automatic pistols
*Silence
Chaos*
**Corporate ******** annihilated**
Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 5:13 AM UTC
Oh, Oh --
She's so Tiger Chic
yeah, she's the kinda woman
the kind you wanna meet--
when you pass her
when you pass her on the street--
it could be in London /it could be in L.A.
a starry night in New York
or, in the middle of the day
you'll just be so happy
she happened across your way--
Oh, Oh -- and she's so Tiger Chic --
she's so badass in the Boardroom
she's even badass when she's sweet
Oh, Oh -- a badass kinda woman
the kind you really wanna meet.
Oh, Oh --and she's so Tiger Chic
she's doing calculous in her head--
n' she wants it poetic in her bed--
Oh -n' btw, she wants the pre-nup before she even weds--
She's an independent woman
yeah, she's so on her game
she's the kinda woman
that's gonna hyphenate her name
Oh, Oh-- n' she's so Tiger Chic
the kinda woman
you'd beg to meet.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
There is no sympathy
for the sheep in wolves' clothing.
I am a hungry creature
who won't eat the flesh
of my brother.
I starve for my principles,
and seek protection from death
in lupine costume.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
i live an aimless life
no goals no ambitions
just wandering here and there
always on a journey
from somewhere to anywhere
going everywhere getting nowhere
with lots of money and time
life then only truly lived
always on a journey
to the moon from the deep
to the east from the west
to the poles from dancing poles
from hedonistic feasts to orgiastic flesh
from serene silence in the highest coldest peaks
to traitorous tyrant in murderous boardroom bloodbathing takeover
life's a journey and I'm loving it
only fools believe and excuse failures as a journey
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 2:27 AM UTC
All the pretty people in their wind up cars,
Go wandering past with their handlebars.
Don’t you go on down to the merry go round,
For it is high time that you heard the sound.
All the birds are flying up into the clouds,
While you sit alone and watch the rain coming down,
Time’s a wasting if you really want to get things done,
And you really want to come and have some fun.
Look around to the people who fall on the floor,
Wont you tell them they don’t have to worry no more.
Seems the more I tell them, the less they know,
And we’ll all wake up together if we all decide to go.
Come on lay your weary head upon my shoulder
Won’t you stay with me in the cold of the night.
If you just be here now you won’t get any older,
But you’ll stay young forever ’till the morning light
Inside your mind you know that you can fly,
High above the others up on the wire.
You believe you’re going up to a higher plane,
But no one seems to really know your name.
Ten thousand days and nights you’ve cried alone,
Sitting in the boardroom on the phone,
Jetting off to see your friends in Rome,
When you don’t even know your friends at home.
Tip toe up the stairs into your room.
You know that she’s coming home all too soon.
You’ll never ever let her get away,
Even if it takes you all your days.
Align with all the colours of your dreams,
It’s easy when there’s nothing as it seems.
Together we will fly into the night,
Oh little blackbird let me see you take flight.
Total glory is never around the corner.
It’s always lying just where I would warn her,
And she climbs the stairs so naked and so free,
Until she’s upstairs so permanently.
Light up another match if you still can,
They are signifiers of exactly who I am.
Remark to me that I never knew your fate,
When I watch you walking through that gate.
The test of time is all that I know best,
When my head is lying in your breast,
Enticing me with your lovely sounds,
That echo even when there’s no one around.
Fortune is the way that many fools take,
And never a single cent do they often make,
But me I know there is a different way,
Than to be a slave to just another day.
******* thieves will rob you willingly,
And you will give them exactly what they need.
Put away your saving for a rainy day,
You’ll never use it as you wish to anyway.
Come gather up all your things and throw them on,
The fire is burning well into the dawn.
Two thousand books have met their fate,
Their text in time will never be erased.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 11:01 AM UTC
Eighty dollar Cuban cigars
fast women
fast cars
and a seat on the Board.
Lord,
what on Earth did you do to deserve all of that
Who's yanking your chain
who's pulling your cord?
Suddenly life seems so flat.
Dog ended days
Chips cut with corn or with maize
the life of the lowly
slowly I am beginning to get the gist
of the things I have missed
and I see things must change.
In this City
I can see disparity.
polarised opinions
factions on the margin
Verging on obscenity.
So should we all be stars in cars
have cigars with
fast women swimming through
in a boardroom grinning to, the poor folk
who's winning the war
what is life for if not for the promotion of wealth?
by stealth
and all other means necessary.
A pessary for Pilate
for where the sun doesn't shine
on this hit parade the weather's just dandy and fine
or it will be
when I get
what's mine.
Reserve me a seat on the board
attach the chain and the cord
and start
pulling.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 5:59 AM UTC
One Bill makes us stronger, and one Bill makes them fall
And the Bills the public gives you, just won’t do it at all
Go ask ALEC*, cuz it’s their call
And if you go raising money, and think the are gonna stall
Tell’em you’re hook, line, and sinker, and giving them your all
Then call ALEC, for it’s their call
When the Rich own the chessboard get up and tell you how to vote
And you’ve just left their boardroom, and possess the motherload
Go ask ALEC, which way to go
When law and constitution have fallen sloppy dead
And the White-Right is walking backwards
And the Orange King’s out of his head
Remember what your ALEC said
We’re in bed, we’re in bed
*American Legislative Exchange Council
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
there is a room
of light
that even blinds the sun
and when you sit down
it is the silence
that speaks louder
than any dance
or boardroom meeting
and the windows
are not even windows
but eyes also
blinded by the light
and all four corners
of this room
are birds ready to take flight
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
.
I was in a meeting, the boardroom was full
testosterone flowed everywhere
Dressed in a polo, but high dollar suits
were what the execs chose to wear
I sat at the end, with a chair next to me,
where no one decided to sit
Feeling quite weird, I was new to this place
and wondered if I’d be a fit
Them in their ties and me underdressed,
my khakis were old, kind of thin
Button down shirts and cuff links of gold
I guess there’s no chance I’ll fit in
A half hour gone, bored out of my mind,
when I couldn’t believe what I saw
A beautiful woman, a pant suit of silk,
came in from out there in the hall
Her hair chocolate brown with eyes just the same,
she rushed as she looked for a seat
Then sat in the chair, I was happy to share,
now this was a wonderful treat
She said, **** I’m late, I forgot to stop
and look at my schedule last night”
I said, “That’s okay, they’ve not much to say
I’m sure that it will be alright”
We sat there a while, I stared at her smile,
just hoping she wouldn’t catch me
When then she stood up, it was her time to talk
my god, she was smart, I could see
A room full of men, one amazing woman
and she put them all in their place
Yes, she knew her stuff and I was impressed
but the board, oh the look on their face
They grumbled and groaned and snorted a bit,
but knew today something they learned
I laughed deep inside, when one then stood up
and said to us “meeting adjourned”
I said, “You were great, even though you were late,
and you look so good in that suit”
She said, “Thanks so much, I’m glad you approve
and by the way I think you’re cute”
I got up the nerve and asked her if she’d
like to join me for coffee or tea
She said, “That sounds nice, but I’d much prefer
a drink, sounds much better to me”
I said , “It’s a date and please don’t be late”
She giggled and flashed me a grin
It’s then that I knew, no worries at all,
this place I would surely fit in
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
*the stony silence
is an offshoot of the violence
brewed in the madman’s dream
none shall speak ever again
he will be king
drunk on brandy and power
and only he will speak
they must listen in perpetuity
he is a latter-day monarch in a monocle
and severe coat tails and top hat
everyone is a servant servile and compliant
his will is to be done at all times and in all places
always he wakes up to a continental breakfast
and an academic on radio talking in RP
like an Oxford-educated pundit of anthropology
who has theories for everything
including the shape of his own nose
lo and behold!
The days of change are here
men shall whimper and die
women shall rise up and rule
from the bedroom to the boardroom
it’s a woman’s world, ultimately
and the tin *** king shall tuck his tail away
and kiss the hand of she who rules*
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
I am living my life in a self-constructed hell. It's funny because, the world disagrees with me. It comes lumbering in all it's tremendous glory, shoving life down my throat and yelling:
"HERE! Here is beauty!"
"HERE! Here is love!"
"HERE! Here is the universe and you own it."
Sounds like "Here! Here is ******** to me.
It takes great sadistic pleasure in watching me suffer. I think God is a giant kid with a magnifying glass playing with his ants. The whole shape-able reality is a bogus ad created by a room of handsome ad execs in Satan's boardroom. He also sells stupefying cream you rub on your eyes to make you forget the bleary truth, the miserable facts. What did I expect from these liars?
I know.
Stupid me. I expected more than this.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
there are two dimensions
to this living.
One is the surface,
the ethereal,
the light to the dark.
The shadow to the skin:
The depth of pigment.
But then, there is the deeper sin
the battering within.
The judgment of blackness
based on skin.
It has hounded us,
through our history,
from House to field.
from basketball court
to court house.
From boardroom
to dorm room
to class room
to living room.
Granny used to say,
ooh girl you've got good hair.
Nice and wavy,
like your grandpappy's.
Used to say,
see you're the pretty one.
Running her fingertips
along our cheeks,
mired in awe
of our caramel complexion.
while like tar,
it stuck to the minds
of our classmates,
cohorts,
coworkers.
With jealousy
they said light-skinned,
not black enough,
not us enough.
not us enough.
when one day in class,
the teacher had asked,
"what do mommy and daddy do?"
Janitor.
Works for the state.
Garbageman.
we piped up proudly,
"my mommy and daddy have college degrees,
one creates houses
the other works in network security"
all the while,
our classmates had laughed,
made fun of us,
"so, that's why you don't talk black"
Two smart ******
bred a smart *****
And so the story of us,
had morphed
from the days of Angela Davis,
to this new form of self-hatred.
the valley between us
suffered a cataclysm
and became a canyon.
Continued to grow,
our skin a stain,
and as actors we had to train,
mellowing our dialect
just to make it seem as if we had intellect,
cause we all know a succesful black man,
has two distinct voices,
and not through his own choices,
it is bred from necessity.
can't sit in front of white man
and talk like pickaninny.
got so comfortable out of our own skin,
that we felt we were the ones
digging out the edges of the canyon.
So far thrown from blackness
that maybe this is how they separate us,
make us hate ourselves
and love they wealth.
make us hate our hair
and love they locks.
Cause like superheroes
we switch from day out
to day in.
Being dark, light or caramel complexioned
we stay hounded by
how close we get to whitening.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC
Sitting in the
Executive boardroom
The CEO on speakerphone
It's all fun and games
Until someone loosens a tie
Down at the
Local watering hole
Enjoying a round of darts
It's all fun and games
Until someone
Loses an eye
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
#**My Mind a boardroom
Many 'mini me' hold a meet
On a repeat
Day in ~ day out
They are quite a clout
The many 'mini me'
Ardent
Arduously Debate
Strategise and Plan
Follow Time Span
Concordant
Decisions to be made
For the very Me
The chatter inside
Silenced .....
Not a word spoken outside
Acoustics fixed...
Now it's only me :))**#
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
Tear it up and turn it grey
for the sanitized miles.
Turn it grey and tear it up
for clean-cut faces' ***** smiles.
That's the uptown style, boy--
the predator's call--
so bring your knives and brass knuckles
to the board meeting ball.
I've watched my town follow gridlines
from city parks to parking lots
And I can read the prescription
spray-painted on the Wal-Mart wall
I'd turn away
if I could...
TAKE TWO A DAY
TWO A DAY
WITH A BELLY FULL OF MEAT
WHEN ASPHALT COVERS ******* FLESH
AND YOUR DREAMS ARE ALL CONCRETE
TWO A DAY
TAKE TWO A DAY
Then try to get some sleep
where the wires and the tenants wear fatigue.
Turn it up and tear away
all the sanitized grins.
Watch the businessmen play checkers,
watch the crocodiles win.
That's the uptown game, kid--
the alpha wolf's goal--
lap the blood off boardroom tables,
let the necktied heads roll.
They used to watch their kids play there.
Trees, voices, playgrounds are all gone.
And you can see the prescription
spelled out above the mini-malls.
can't run away;
wish you could...
TAKE TWO A DAY
TWO A DAY
OR A MOUTHFUL ALL THEY CARE.
WHEN LIONS LEAVE THE BALLROOM,
THERE WON'T BE ONE BONE TO SPARE.
TAKE TWO A DAY
TWO A DAY
WITH A BELLY FULL OF MEAT.
AMBITION RIPS THROUGH ****** FLESH
AND BLEEDS DOLLARS FROM CONCRETE.
TWO A DAY
TAKE TWO A DAY
Then try to get some sleep
where tenants and the wiring are fatigued.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
Battered, beaten, bruised, Torn and scorned.
Women In the boardroom,
Or be you a nursing mother;
From the Alley to the gutter;
From maid to servant, wife or slave.. Lust and shame, follows our names No way to say no, No-way to explain Mothers in the church, they pray and sing
Keeping time with the music we play. Whispers in the back of us, as we shout And pray. Had so many children.. To care for, that we bore;
Life for us just one big ole' big chore. Circumstances dictated that we live in shacks, No indoor running water, in the shack Just a "spickit" and a toilet in the yard outback. From the age of fourteen until well in our fie birth to our little brown babies.
We smiled, sacrificed, our happiness, and our own lives, Pretended to hold on, when our faith had long died. We'd wash cook, sew, clean, garden and teach. In hopes that the children we bore... Knew not, nor suffer the same strife; As we met in this life.
When our children saw the wounds And the pain we've endured. We asked God "let them not be bitter nor dismayed" Let them succeed, and by his mercy be cured.
As the light in our eyes, now dim, is soon to be snuffed. The Average Black woman had been through enough. Battle after battle; We survived every war. Some women were self-made, others evolved higher In spite of the odds.
Though the abuser at Home did not want her to score.. Battered and beaten; She still held her own; Though she never saw Jesus, Somehow she still soared..became Professors and Doctors, surgeons. Inventors musician and clergymen. Scientist, dentist and politicians, Bed-wenches and ****** We did what it took to survive, we Even Scrubbed floors.
Disaster after disaster, there's is Nothing in this world; The Black-Woman Has not conquered and mastered. When she crosses over and is on the other shore... When her days on earth are finally done, And she wants to cleanse her soul.
She'll Tell God of all the things
That hurt her most here in this earthly life. Was being battered, bruised, and beaten... By the man that called her Wife.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
We didn't see that one coming,
a curved ball out of nowhere
'there but for the grace...'
but
let's face it
we knew they were titanic tossers
dealing
off the bottom of the deck
*****
low down
double crossers,
doling out
reeling more in
they're getting fat
we're at the thin end
of the wedge
all
hedging bets
let's face it
we run out of words to describe
the lie they use
to justify
just why they abuse.
The greed of them is becoming legendary,
human decency goes by the board while
the board in the boardroom are ********
with my life as if
it is I
that's
the bride and
the longest suffering wife.
well
they can do what they like,
but I don't have to like what they do
and if they're fuckin' with me they're
sure as hell
fuckin' with you.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 12:18 AM UTC
**I don't know that my blackened lungs still stretch
because they love me back
or if that's why my ruptured heart still thumps like that
I just know I'd be lifeless without
the same way I'd love life less without you
Loving intently and at the risk
of never having another someone love me again
because your eyes say you don't
your lips say you can't
and you only keep feelings for a man you've never met
The perfect love...
a takes me dancing til my feet hurt for his strong hands
reminds me I'm adored because it crosses his mind again and again
cooks when I'm too tired to be wined and dined
two legs to stand on love
I've watched the opera from your vantage point
and the fool who portrays me killed off before the third act
How many anxious moments have you sat through
rooting for my demise...
loving intently on a hope and a prayer
scene after life shattering scene?
Flawed love...
a he can't catch me if I fall
or fall on hard times
hold me tightly when life won't let up
or hold my hand to put the world on notice
can't be seen in public like that
no legs to stand on love
I don't know that your smile thrives behind my half dead eyes
because they love me back
or if that's why my gut still fellowships with my soul like that
I just know enough to eat pride before the reasoning expires
the same way I treasure my gifts, I know...
at the risk of sounding redundant
You'll always be the only other someone I'll ever need to love me again
but your body screams yes
your heart just won't
and you only harbor meaningful emotion for a man you've never met
The perfect love...
fantastic with the kids, mine and his
ambitious stud in the boardroom and the bedroom
traveling the world taking our show on tour
introduce him to my father
two legs to stand on love
I'm still taller than my limitations
I'll massage your pain away with all the right things to say
the way you swore only I can
catch you if you fall for me again
hold you down on your way up, I know...
at the risk of sounding like a contradiction
and romance your fam from a beautifully realistic vantage point
Love!
The altar
Love!
and crush our first dance...
legs or no**
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC
Everyone seems to have an agenda, the fortune teller,the peanut vendor,the money lender,letter sender,cigarette sellers and some funny fellas, that they are.
Even countries have their say and cities like Kowloon,Bombay and continents,incontinent at least,would try to feast on the agenda,it's enough to send me round the bend as these things I speak of would defend their right to ply the people with their *****
My agenda's on the wall,read it,bleed it,weep and fall apart,what is wrote is not worth a dart or the tending to a boardroom full of city farts,but it doesn't cost you anything to take a look and bring your wisdom to the table,set down in blood or if you're able write it with a pen and ink
but think on son
Don't buy the bullets if you have no gun or walk before you learn to crawl..read the writing on the wall it's written there
and should you care to disregard, the penalties,severe and hard will come crashing down.
Make it simple
make it plain
erase mistakes and start again
We get it right
we get it wrong
but the long and short of it is
agendas as written are absolute ****
don't take a bit of notice,be a man,formulate,reformulate,accumulate a sincere need to want to write what people want to read
and take no heed of me,
I am history,been and broke,spoken of in those hushed tones behind sad smiles on mobiles phones and nods of heads of nodding dogs like multitudes of whirring cogs
or one of many unseen gods,
All I say is,
'sod the lot of them, let them spill out ink from wells and quills that slide across smooth vellum.
Hell'll have 'em all
and sod my writing on the wall, I'll knock it down and build a ramp,let the ******** trample over that and into the pit'
That's it,
I've said my bit,ain't got no more,had enough
so stuff your hidden leanings and intended words that have no meaning to me
I am history.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 8:50 AM UTC
I think I'm in love with Alan Sugar,
And it isn't for his magnificent beard.
Nor for the way he fixes the boardroom
With a steely gaze that must be feared.
I think I'm in love with Alan Sugar,
And it's not due to the cut of his tailored suit,
Nor to the way he points his finger
Or how he has *** loads of loot.
I think I'm in love with Alan Sugar,
And it's not for the 'banter' with Karen & Claude,
I gaze at the screen on Tuesday evening,
I wonder if Alan knows how he's adored?
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
sitting
in the
executive
boardroom
the c. e. o. on
speaker phone
it's all fun and games
until someone loosens a tie
down at
the local
watering hole
enjoying a
round of darts
it's all fun and games
until someone loses
an eye
an eye.. end
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 9:29 PM UTC