"facilitator" poems
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Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
Session 1
*Greet people you meet;
smile and give 'em a Presidential wave*
Session 2
Facilitator:
*What happened to you
Participant Jones?
Would you care to tell everyone?*
Participant Jones:
*This man at the mall
stepped up to me and punched me
Cause, he said, I was smiling at his woman*
Facilitator:
*Be undeterred, O participant Jones
Be persistent - practise positive behaviour*
Session 3
Facilitator:
*What's with that bandage on your head
O participant Jones?
Would you care to tell everyone?*
Participant Jones:
*That's where my wife's ladle landed
O positive Facilitator -
for my wife thinks I'm trying to get fresh
with the women in the neighbourhood
with my exuberant smiles and hand waves*
Facilitator:
*Have no regrets, practise in earnest;
the broad smile wins all hearts*
Session 4
Participant Jones did not attend;
has not been heard from since Session 3
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
Chaotic systems
Disabled stems
Controlled streams
Dash in seams
Work ain't progress
It's a misused regress
Full of regrets
The greatest dissolution
No vision, just revisions
The mission of bureaucracy
Hypocrisy and autocratic casts
Top cats bumper weighty bonuses
Outclassed in beer bellies
Slashed in pompous waistcoats
*What a waste on the coast?
**I am not afraid to tell you, "I ain't a ******* robot"**
I am not a machine of production and rotations
**I am not afraid to tell you, "Go **** your *****
Give me time to be creative, innovative and autonomous
Chaotic systems
Disabled stems
Controlled streams
Dash in seams
Be an example, model the sample
Let the leader lead the leaders
Let the leader be the servant
An active weaver of the basket
To hold with the strongest straws
In rows and crows, clinging to all
A negotiator of the common people
A facilitator in times of conflict
Let the worker be dedicated
Passionate, triumphant and trial-led
But the case is, all are in it for the money
I am not afraid to tell capitalists, "Give workers their rights"
**I am not a ******* charity mate! Share the faked matte!**
**I am not afraid to tell you, "Stick it up on your ***
Give me time to be creative, innovative and autonomous
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC
Dear son I am dying
So you may live!
I couldn't pay for your son's school fees,
The deepawali sweets and crackers
And your wife's saree,
Nor could I buy you the500cc
Enfield Bullet.I had promised.
My revised pension hasn't yet come.
They have told me to wait,
But I know you can't.
Deepawali crackers are costlier this year
With the boycott of Chinese goods
A big price for patriotism.
My friends tell me that if I die
They will turn me
Into a symbol,
Something very big and important.
Somewhere elections are just round the corner,
There will be a statue
And money and job for you.
They say.
I must die for you to live.
I have lived my life.
Sorry son, I had much to say
But they tell me to hurry.
The facilitator has another appointment to keep
If only I could go with a bullet in my heart
And a few pakis at my feet
And not a sip from the hemlock tree!
Do not gamble with the money you get,
This Deepawali, pay Dipu's fees,
Buy a plot of land,
Take mother to Haridwar.
And yes, get the money and the job
Immediately after I die, least they forget.
They will promise the world.
They will come, don't worry, make them pay,
Insects always do when there is light.
They call me
I must go
You live..
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 3:32 AM UTC
Plastic fantastic
Sits in my wallet
Waiting for flirtatious contactless action.
My personal details emanating constantly
From my ruminating flexible friend,
From my ruminating flexible foe.
Never ending debt
Leaves me a slave to a monetary master
Piling on the debt faster and faster.
Battered worn leather houses the card
That screams a constant binary plea,
Begging to be heard by an electric mate.
I need to silence this traitor
- This debt facilitator -
But I'm hooked on its fleeting ability to buy me that which I do not need.
My card constantly screams my personal data,
Broadcasting 1s and 0s endlessly,
Betraying and exploiting me through ruthless efficient binary.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
Musings
shapeshift
into intricate words
with a mind of their own
that fall into place
and make beautiful songs
which travel along
Continents
Consciousness
Vibrations and Waves
free as the birds
once alight,
resonate
with bodies and souls.
Trusting the journey
is a curious adventure,
not a God complex,
a Writer is
but a facilitator,
allowing our innermost
turn into artwork,
delicate necklace
that hangs ‘round the throat.
Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 11:19 AM UTC
For Keith, that man mountain of towering spirit,
That weaver of emotion, standing proud in his truth.
I wish to be like you;
An artist of the heart, of genuine expression,
A facilitator of truth,
A provider of safety,
Like a harbor for small ships caught in a storm.
You offer a home to those who have none,
A space of healing wrapped in acceptance and silence,
An inn to rest for the night,
So we may continue our journey refreshed.
But how did you find this goodness?
Was it given to you as a gift at birth?
No.
You wrestled it from your soul
With awareness, unflinching courage and tears.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
#
She is hiding behind her projected frumpiness..
but when my young lovely takes off her glasses;
Ah, ****
Those eyes are the reason men were given theirs.
Group facilitator is Christ incarnate..
I am sure of it.
"How well do you want to get, Paul"
I look over at her--
curled up on a chair pad..
hiding, wondering
Looking down.. and then looking up at me
wondering if I'm gonna answer him;
"Paul? Are you there?"
I stare at her-- all alone,
biting the back of her fingers
fighting tears few in this world
would understand
There is roll-playing in the group
using both action and Word
**to climb all over me
and uncover me from where I hide.**
He (my Jesus with an MA)
is staring at me, inviting
I look back over at her
"I'm not leaving it, Dave"
"Leaving what. Paul?"
***"My brokenness..
its shattering of my soul"***
He is staring at me, but begins to smile.
I look over at her, and just know
I will be with her forever
#
Feb 7, 2024
Feb 7, 2024 at 8:24 AM UTC
. O' My Mother! I pray for you
O' My Mother! You pray for me
You used to be worry about me and that made you weakened
You used to be worry about me for my pleasure and happiness
I was feeble at that time but I think that
Might that I had been the facilitator to remove your woes and regrets
Might that I had fulfilled your desires when you had
Might that I had given you bliss
I’m fear of your anger, O’ my mother.
I always pray for your pleasure
O' My Mother! I pray for you
O' My Mother! You pray for me
Now! I am a young one but
I often used to think
Your poise soul, services and honor are conferred to live at highest level that
World dare not to give any reward so there is no any reward of your fidelities
So there is no any reward of your prayers for me
My fidelities are for you for your eternal bliss and pleasure
My prayers are for you for your eternal bliss and pleasure
. O' My Mother! I pray for you
O' My Mother! You pray for me
I’m result of your prayers! and I think so!
I’m result of your fidelities! and I think so!
If I could able to leave facilities of the everyday life
As these are mortal
So
I wish I could break these idols
The stars which were tearing and falling ones for your sake
I observed them all on my eye shades when I recalled you
O' My Mother! I pray for you
O' My Mother! You pray for me
I wished to spend this age for your fidelity
I wished to do this great job by the grace of God
But
I often used to think so
There is no narration able to deliver an appreciation
As Mother is “Flux of eternal light”
So a span of one thousand years is too short to capture such light.
O' My Mother! I pray for you
O' My Mother! You pray for me
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 5:16 AM UTC
The facilitator said,
Go home and write a page tonight
And let that page come out of you
Then it will be true.
Well,
I live in a house
Like so many others
I have two parents,
An older brother,
And four dogs.
Fifteen going on sixteen,
I am more or less your average sophomore.
I like to read things that aren’t too long,
But just short enough to feed my head.
I like to feed my head with new things,
Because otherwise life is a meaningless circle.
I have 3 life plans
One for if I am in poverty,
One for if I am middle class,
And one for if I am rich.
This way I will never be unhappy
At least due to money.
Perpetual unhappiness and stagnation is my greatest fear.
And to run in a meaningless, monotonous circle.
I will do every thing that makes me feel alive
And helps me embrace my role in the context of the whole.
Because I have one.
And so do you,
Mrs. Sarna.
As does everyone.
It is important to note that I am an atheist.
Not even "God" can judge me.
I can barely even judge me ,
“You shall love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart.”
And that,
Facilitator,
Is the quote I impart with you,
Because ambiguity is a vice of mine.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
We ask of you now
What skill do you possess?
For in the new world
Only giving is progress
We ask only for life
And not self-interest
What will be left behind
Will no longer exist
I am of passage
By air, land or sea
I follow Cassiopeia and Orion
For light from dark is how I see
A mariner by trade
Yes you may come aboard
And by your guidance
We will find our reward
I am of construct
By hammer, saw and nail
Will you know of comfort
Without my talents to avail?
A carpenter by trade
Yes you may come aboard
And by your shelter
We will find our reward
I am of nourishment
I will reach into the sea
By hook, line and sinker
This you will be taught by me
A fisherman by trade
Yes you may come aboard
And by your daily bread
We will find our reward
I am of creation
I bring brush, voice and fifths
By color, words and melody
You will know of your gifts
An artist by trade
Yes you may come aboard
And by your imagination
We will find our reward
I am of healing
And a facilitator of birth
I will reach into my bag
And life I will bring forth
A doctor by trade
Yes you may come aboard
And by your oath
We will find our reward
I am of spirituality
And you will know of no darkness
For the spirit that flows inside
Will remind you of God’s promise
A shaman by trade
Yes you may come aboard
And through your prayers
We will find our reward
But by who's hand will we be guided?
Though it was I who rang the bell of freedom
I shall remain behind while you decide
For no King of the flesh lives in Eden
And with no lawyers to confuse
Or politicians that lie
The dreamer will wave farewell
But his vision will never die
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
Be all and good but in ancient wood carving .
henceforth hang it if you pretend a new reviving .
oh, i know you may not laugh openly .
if its not the common alluring of society .
its marked already , you will think how they once done it .
and your dream is the firmament of dull old hulk conceit .
but you , you never whispered all time due a hint .
aught ,you will drag along the ramification of what others mint .
its not for the cause or how its dread to be dried sapling .
nay , your originality of colors its what is faintly retiring .
' Man of Men ' what story do you behold for proof ?
cynosure , but the aurora of ancient mound and Petra .
i know you will write if you have found the old dream as roof .
clockwise , no objection cause wanton will recollect the gloom era .
dont talk lest rave , of telling you Achilles slain Hector .
but never try to hint a command till you hear your facilitator .
put your robe all over your face and let the brand shine as a secret .
hereditary , from your dream all thing will gush and no deject .
you cant be knave nor a drudge cause you put on the national crow .
and set aloud the secret rampant hag , its truly the antique best row .
oh , why , the truth ? they know it already so do confine with it .
all the commons have learned the universal prejudice as holy lit .
comrade you drag up to Gladiator combat then tell us what we expect .
evil should it be if you dont know Grecian's myth in all aspect .
but clad yourself as symbolist or imagist with Elagabalus or raven .
though let your poetry be past Zeus carving in austere glen .
but be hell wit it if you think that you doubt about Phocion .
but be all and good , metaphysics , symbolism , are holy glorification .
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
It's like two people , lovers from the previous night that see one another the following day , a bit embarrassed , unsure if love or animal attraction exist between the two or heating a glass tube ,-building the facilitator for a hit of ice or two hidden from view , in a empty pack of Marlboros , people are more than aware of your "secret" discretions so why doodle , writing lines in sand that are erased at high tide , sending secret , sweet notes to the apple of your eye , building bridges for all to cross or lone tree on a island that nobody knows , creating fields of fire without a battle , stroking the ego of tyrants that don't really matter ?
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
Loneliness sprouts dandelions between the cracks of my heart
The more I push others away, the more the weeds swell
I am the facilitator behind the impurity, I am the hypocrite, I am the burden
How long before my heart is infested?
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 6:48 PM UTC
I'll hold onto you.
Firm, like the baobab roots
I'll deepen my grip into the soils of your soul
deeper and tighter until you feel like home
I'll be your shelter through the storm
your hideout when the thunder roars
I'll be the water you seek in times of drought,
and your anchor when it floods
I'll keep you still in rough times
your saddle when the wind betrays it's pace bearing uneasy breaths
I'll be with you when it's impossible
a facilitator to your beautiful growth
I'll keep you on solid grounds
when erosion is eating you up
I'll store all your beautiful parts
even when they try to cut you down,
I will awaken the power of your regrowth
I am your roots
forever be your invisible guard,
that invincible part
not seen by naked eyes
nor touched by harmful hands
©m_e_reidow
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
~
mouths move
gestures grant meaning
some smiles pass
and
animated flailing follows ~
one set of eyes
does not register
my observation
the droning facilitator
******* life and air
from forced bodies ~
the second hand slips gears
time reverses
mounting stress and
flipping pony tails
an adjusted power tie
tucked into a grey blazer ~
How long has that coffee cup
been floating? /
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
The Facilitators also need Facilitation
To facilitate the ones ....
Who cannot be facilitated ...
In order to facilitate more ..
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 3:34 AM UTC