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Paul Hardwick Jan 2015
Taken into the boardroom
and sitting on a really big chair
the MD did say
I see some new faces
at that Mrs Brink over the side giggle away
and did stare right back at me
then right on the left front me
Mrs Bossom did wink at me
I blushed think I got that right
for I was not used to the boardroom dancing shoes
or the way they move
so I got right up on that boardroom table
hitting my head on the lights
and unbuttoning my shirt
did dance on
one step to the left two right
till I came to brink
at that I fell right off.


True story
:-) The sun is shining but it is raining in my heart.   P@ul.
Bathsheba Oct 2010
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
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
QNA
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 :))
Something from the Mindbox
Alex Paczynski May 2014
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.
It's hard dealing with aggressive groups who just want to bully the weak.
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2016
proud villager, proud not, or prodding as anti-urban, proud protruding villager, a wordsworth villager, proud and protruding villager, well... shakespeare matters in paris, worth an advert about national competition; so far away from home i have a competitive streak against prussia or russia or austria... one's up, two tow a down... hence the chandelier, and the piano... proud villager... some say fermented potato was enough to forget southern France and the crescendo of fermentation; i know, but eastern europe is like arfrican exotica... if there's a palm tree or a coconut in Warsaw, let me know, i'll be the first to buy suntan lotion and holiday over there; you ******* colonial carry-on *** theme detention x100 **** **** **** in the rushes giggles.

Erik would be so proud, pound for pound,
unlit cigarette in mouth i read an article entitled
boardroom boss, bedroom slave*
about anglo women in ennobled violent ***, plums
in eye-sockets and all manners of ***** -
i laugh, it's funny - it has to be, as a quasi monk it
can only be funny - via 'would it ever matter?' -
a patent of zoology was once
stressed for psychology to consider,
it wasn't, thank **** or thank god?
well you have to laugh -
with Christianity you have the starting
point, man above angel (via Christ)
claims superiority but is declaimed
superior by being reduced to animality -
if man claims himself an angel
he will have to claim himself an equal
among the tilling beasts and the beasts of
households -
thus man claiming himself equal among angel
will claim himself equal among animal..
forth more the value of psyche
than forth the value of animation -
breath above animation /
animation above breath -
had i too the knowledge -
i'd sooner shun the adventure of discovering
Greenland from Norway than via
discovering a woman's pierced *****
in the sea of the bedroom readied for
whip and shackle as accompanying motherhood!
what an english neglect -
no! of course i wouldn't! nearer my care for cold sea
and a sailors' fate than a patriarchal
**** fated to a warm bed allowing a guiding maxim
to continue onto fortunate lips as a guise
of guidance readily repeated and within the one
concerned entombed - what sexuality there was
to speak of, it will be only an epitaph a while in guise
reminiscent of where body stood and shadow
took to replenishing a memory of Odysseus -
for with no bedroom was he to be bound
as the highest expression she offered and offered indeed;
for no bedroom in solo or in harem
was to be the endless Atlantic a home to make eternal
justifiable as a worship of carved stone of Anubis
or her chiral pairing to keep sunset with sunrise:
a Moorish insomnia.
Joe Cole Jan 2015
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
You don't need wealth or even a great education. All you need is a love of words and a love of people
Then you to can be a king, a queen amongst men
Dominic Simpson Aug 2013
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
Coop Lee Oct 2014
.                     this is an ode to moody summers; to beautiful girls who paint our lives and cruise the streets thumping sound from their cars; colors transfigured upon pattern-diffused lifescapes and brushed off; to fabricated memories of retro teen hackers and their stylish computer labs buried deep within the garages of time; to television boardroom execs gnarling their teeth like new world warlords or shepherds of glamorous violence; & plastic; to new life; new life experienced most vividly through microsoft encyclo- tropics, and tasty lazers. hefty love we heave.

for love,
configure this:
                           you sweet my urge /
                           you float my pulse unending /
                           you you you
                                                  inspire /
                                                                ­   so simply.
                           you are as they say /
                                                                ­   the substance of life.

somewhere…
in the hopelessness of our moments is an energy like none-other.
           could say it rules me…                          …like the moon rules deep.
                                                           ­                      like the way we move/speak/****/

our molecular this,
                                    is
                                         drifting

                                   & found
                                      beyond far away waters,
                                      beyond folded trees
& elephant burial grounds.
earth hewn is the extract of earth grown. skin husked
or the liquid mint of mind.
                                            [alleged consciousness]

      
         life proceeds into a stunning mandala of moments.
acts of love      &
acts of death.
smoldering bodies
                        &              cradled belly.

              [beautiful is just one word.]
              [love.]
              [one word.]

for life,
configure this:
      savor this,
                this beautiful thing that is, this elusive thing that is,
us gusting.

owls know.
owls somewhere in the backyard.
         they tell us of our kaleidoscope colors.
         show us, of our sons & fathers & mothers.
         inform us of our mysteries.
our plots beyond white fencies/subdivisions.
sundays & sunrays & somedays we’ll glisten.

by beer.
by shelter.
by daughter most precious. long walk.
                         a father watches his baby crawl into a patch of pumpkins.
                         pink little baby hands
                         and the orange gourde field of fruit.

                                           a young man dreams this.
                                           thinks this.

journey far you way-far-man.
importune to that force from within and pursue humanity’s best shapes of goodness.
me & you & everyone we know.
forever persistent in the etchings we make.

we are illusion movements.
librettos far flung from what love might want to be.
                      [the universe heaves in the corner.]
                      [it throttles on the edge and beyond.]
                      [begging for starry dynamos to impact.]
                      [and blossom.]

us
together
by mere pinging, ponging, bonging.
vibrations and hurled bits.
she/you.
girl beside me.
girl who speaks in verse and words and thoughts nothing short of realization.
she harpoons the meat of inner-me.
& from then on in
& into the tones of our children,
i brunt nothing but to want her poetry.
TigerEyes May 2015
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.
This poem/story concept is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove May 1st, 2015
#love
Big Virge Dec 2014
So What Cause Is It ... ?    
That They ... REALLY Stand For ... ?  
    
Because Nowadays ... I'm Getting IRATE ... !!!    
Due To FANCY Talk From Those NOT POOR ... ?!?    
    
About ... " How they help, and can't do more ! " ...    
    
Or Is That ... WON'T ... ?!?    
    
When They Come From WEALTH And Ignorant Hoards ... !!!  
    
Families FILLED With SEPARATIST Wills ...    
Talking of ... " WILLS " ... !!!    
    
What's Left For Them ... ???    
Monetary Problems ... ???    
  
Or A Cause Instilled To Change Their Ilk ...    
From ... LUSTING For Bills ...    
    
Yen Or ... Pounds ... ?!?    
How Does That Sound ... ?    
If You're ... " One of Them " ... !?!    
    
Does Your Cause Stem ... ?    
From A Wish To END ...    
    
... " ELITE IGNORANCE " ... !?!?!  
    
The Type That Defends ...    
White Men Who ... PRETEND ...    
To Give A **** About Black Man ...    
    
When The Truth Is ... THIS ... !!!    
Their Talk Is WEAK Cos' They're Human Sheep ... !!!    
    
Who THINK Their Skin Gives Them The Right ...    
To Say What They Like About Things In Sight ...    
    
As If Black Minds Are Completely Blind ... !?!    
To The Cause of Things When Pressure Liks' ... !!!!!!!!    
    
Like It Is ... NOW ... !!!!!    
  
Now That Things Are FOUL ...    
They're CRYING OUT For ... " THINGS TO CHANGE ! " ...    
  
Well Okay That's GREAT ... !!!!!    
  
But ... " Back in the day " ...    
When ... " Momma Had Slaves ! "    
    
... ALL OVER THE PLACE ... !!!!!  
    
Were They CRYING Back Then ... ???    
For Slaves .... BETTERMENT .... !?!    
    
And Educating Them About ... " RACISM " ... ?!?  
    
And EXPOSING THE TRUTH ...  
About ... " Daddy's Boardroom " ... ?!?  
    
I'm A Bit Confused As To The Cause ...    
They Seemed To Ignore That They Now IMPLORE ...    
As If It's NEW ... And Should Be USED ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!    
    
I Hear REVOLUTION Coming From White Lips ...    
Oh So THAT'S A SOLUTION Well I've Got To Ask ... THIS ... !?!    
    
When The Ku Klux **** Were HANGING Black Man ... !!!    
Were They And Their Fam' ... Taking THAT STAND ... !!!?!!!    
  
"Oh, that was the past !" ...    
  
"Man, kiss my **** !" ...    
    
Ignorance Was ... " BLISS " ... !!!    
    
Until The Pinch FLIPPED And HIT New Skins ... !!!    
Financial TRICKS ... NEW AGE Racists ... !!!    
    
Politics In The Mix of CORRUPTING Things ... !!!    
Isn't This How It's ... ALWAYS Been ... ?!?!?    
  
"Well, that was then, this is now !" ...    
    
Are The Usual Sounds That Come From Mouths ...    
Who Act Like CLOWNS But Are QUICK To DROWN ... !!!  
    
The Sounds of Thoughts ...  
Coming From Black Minds As If We're Inclined ...    
To Run WEAK TALK That Is BIASED Fa' Sure ... !!!!    
When It Seems Our Cause It's Just TALK THAT HAUNTS ... !!!!!  
    
See They've ALWAYS Got An Answer ... !!!    
As If They Are .... " SMARTER " .... !!!!!!!    
    
Than Blacks Who Take Time ...  
To ... DISSECT Their Lives ...    
    
And ALL Their ... " CHARTERS " ...    
That Have Made Life HARDER ... !!!    
    
EVEN Under .... " OBAMA " .... !!?!!  
    
HYPOCRITICAL Types Who THINK They're Cool ...    
Cos' They Know Black Folks Who Enjoy Their ...  " Jokes " ... ?!?    
    
Well I AIN'T THAT BLOKE ... !!!!!    
  
And DON'T Deal In Quotes ...    
That Hold ... NO WEIGHT ... !!!!!    
    
Which Is Why They're AFRAID ...    
of The Things I RELATE In My Wordplay  ... !!!    
    
I'm SICK of Them HEARING But NOT LISTENING ... !!!    
Because They're Adhering To ... "LIMITED Thinking" ...    
    
LIMITED By .....  
Historical Ties They'd Rather ... DENY ... !!!    
    
As Being The Cause For Veteran Wars ...    
And Humanity's FALL ... It's NEVER Their Fault ... !!!  
    
It Was Actually ... " The FORCE " ... !?!    
    
"Oh it was down to Star Wars !    
wait a minute now, pause !" ...    
    
Man I've Got To Laugh Otherwise I'll FROWN ... !!!    
And Decide To TAKE DOWN ...  
  
Them And Their Crowd of ..... " KNOW IT ALLS " ..... !!!!!  
    
Who CHOOSE TO HEAR What Suits Their Ears ... !!!!    
    
They ... REALLY DO ... !!!!!    
    
And Then Run Talk When The Penny DROPS ... !!!    
As If They KNEW What Was Said ... BEFORE ... !!!    
In Talks That ROCKED ... Their Lil' Cotton Socks ... !!!    
    
"At the time I was wrong, and just being headstrong !" ...      
    
Well CLEARLY NOT ...  
When They Come Back ... !?!  
  
NO ACKNOWLEDGEMENT That ...    
They Bought Into ... FALLACY FILLED Views ...    
They've Read In Books Or Been Fed By The News ...    
    
It's CLEAR TO ME We Blacks Should Speak ... !!!    
But ... NOT ABOUT THEM ... !!!!  
Or The Cause They DEFEND ... ?!?    
    
When They Help The Poor ...    
By Doing Stuff That's A SHORT TERM Fix ... !!!      
So Their GUILT Can DESIST ... !!!    
    
Well Me And My ... " CHIP " ...    
Now Write These Scripts ... !!!  
    
That Prove My Cause Is ... NOT About ME ... !!!  
But EQUALITY ... For EVERYBODY ... !!!!!!!  
  
Even If I'm Seen As The ... " Villain of The Piece " ... !!!!  
    
Because It's CLEAR ... !!!  
    
I Really Do ... STAND TALL ... !!!    
And DON'T MAKE ... DUD Calls ... !!!    
    
Like Those Whose Actions ... BETRAY Thoughts ...    
That Seem DISTRACTED ... From This Question Fa' SURE ... !!!!    
    
" What Cause is it that they, REALLY Stand For ... ?!? "
A poem for victims of ignorant rhetoric, and systemic bias, that emanates from racial discrimination.
judy smith Jan 2017
Two opposing ideologies vie for attention. Dedicated supporters believe fervently in one, single vision. Ultimately, half a century of the old order is upturned. A new era dawns.

We’re talking about the Trump-Clinton stand-off and the UK’s “Brexit” - right?

Wrong! This is about fashion: how the people’s choice up-ended taste, timing and fame - and all of this before politics even began to mirror the same populist trends.

I see fashion’s polarisation as happening around two years ago. On one side was Balmain, where an in-your-face, brash-and-flash couture was heartily disapproved of by the fashion establishment. But the bold and **** style of Creative Director Olivier Rousteingwas adored by his A-list audience, led by Kim Kardashian, who embraced the glitter and glamour.

Let’s see this fashion movement as a precursor to Donald Trump’s up-turning of America’s presidential race, with his lewd comments, **** wife and rabble-rousing. To some, a Kardashian backside might seem as distasteful as a Trump rant. But millions love Kim’s look as much as they gave the thumbs-down to the Hillary Clinton trouser suit.

But something else - even more populist and unsettling - was going on in fashion.

Demna Gvasalia and his brother Guram, whose migration from Georgia in the former Soviet Union eventually led them to Paris, caused a different kind of shake-up: a “non-style” revolution they called “Vetements”, meaning “clothes”. Instead of fashion as we understand it, the defining pieces were resolutely plain: hoodies, puffer coats, and jeans, albeit meticulously worked.

In retrospect, this new brand, which also challenged the timing of shows and the distribution of the collections, can be seen as a fashion mirror-image of a world-wide people’s revolt, from Britain’s Brexit to Italy’s Beppe Grillo, whose day job is on stage as a clown.

The Vetements collective was launched in 2014, before global politics started heaving with change. But now that Demna has been made Creative Director of Balenciaga, whose founder Cristóbal was the epitome of grandeur, the graffiti is on the wall. An haute couture house has been taken over by an agent of street populism.

With people demanding to “see now, buy now” and brands as mighty as Burberry and Tommy Hilfiger responding to their cries, it seems like populism is winning. Not to mention the effect of Instagram, where Rousteing has 4.1 million followers to Trump’s 4.5.

But why be surprised by fashion as the harbinger of history? It has always been so.

In the early 1960s, Mary Quant ramped up her hemlines to start the rise of the “mini-skirt” - right before the contraceptive pill became available to all women. Twenty years on, in the 1980s designers celebrated in advance the shattering of the boardroom’s glass ceiling by swapping Flower Child dresses for mighty padded shoulders on female trouser suits.

Reeling back through history, Marie Antoinette threw off rigid, royal clothes, replaced in 1783 by portraits of her dressed with Rococo sweetness - six years before the French monarchy was overthrown.

Other theories, pooh-poohed by financial experts, have the rise and fall of hemlines linked to the ups and downs of Wall Street.

So is there a traceable link between fashion and politics? In this new millennium, the designers themselves are now bitterly divided. Playing fashion feminist - like Clinton to Trump or “Remain” to “Leave” - are key houses such as Valentino, presenting powerful, cover-up clothes with long sleeves and hemlines.

Significantly, when Maria Grazia Chiuri, one half of the long-term Valentino duo, left for Dior, she brought to that august house a T-shirt printed with the words: “We Should All Be Feminists”.

On the other side are an increasing number of hyper-flashy, sexist brands, such as Victoria’s Secret and its rowdy, revealing lingerie spectaculars or the loud looks of German designer Phillipp Plein and his display of rhinestone-cowboy decorated denim.

Two ideologies and two audiences competing for the triumph of one belief. Sounds familiar? Fashion and politics: it’s all one.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-sydney | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane
phocks Sep 2013
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.
Ylzm Aug 2019
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
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.
William Clifton Aug 2019
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
Anabel Nov 2015
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
david mungoshi Dec 2015
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
Stephan Sep 2016
.

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
Alex Jan 2014
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.
More word *****.
Kyle Kulseth Aug 2015
Rx
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.
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
funandgames
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 ******' with me they're
sure as hell
******' with you.
Waverly Jul 2018
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.
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.
derick gibbs Apr 2014
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
second chances are in short supply...
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

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