"interns" poems
Dear America,
Do not call my generation stupid.
We were the first group of kids to learn a computer.
Think about that society: A group of kids learned this intricate machine. Yes, I'm talking about the O.G. Apples with the green type where you had to save with a floppy disk and if you put a magnet to the screen it went purple forever.
Yes those, same kids grew up and created everything you see before you now.
Everyday.
Do not call my generation ignorant.
In a short time span of years, as children, we learned about oral relations with interns and terrorist attacks.
From Clinton's impeachment to the World Trade Centers/Pentagon/Flight93 Somerset.
As children we learned; emphasis on the children part.
Our minds grew knowledgeable of a world at hand long before society gave us credit.
We grew up.
Do not call my generation lazy.
When we were sixteen and just received our license, gas rose to the highest it had ever been in our country's history.
We got underpaid and disrespected jobs:
cleaning up bathrooms and serving your foot-longs.
The ability to travel on our own, it was our new found freedom.
Like the early travelers roaming new found lands:
Our wings were spread.
Do not call my generation weak.
We are the same group of people who entered college or the workforce with the worst economic fall since the Great Depression.
You ask, "What did it do to you?"
Buried us in more and more debt until it consumed our life.
But, we became enlightened.
We majestically thrived in the chaotic times by finding out who we are, what we are capable of and that life will take us our journeys before we even see it coming.
The light still shines even when you are buried the deepest.
It does not matter what you throw at us next.
We will rise and conquer. It's the world's hidden secret.
I'm proud to live in this time.
I hope you are too.
Never giving up is our morale.
Respectfully,
THE PERENNIAL MILLENNIALS.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
the Himalayas rise
there is snow on the peaks
I watch it from my bed
I gaze and gaze at it
in the morning
as a little village girl goes by
sniffling with cold
I too am cold
it is chilly here in Tosh in May
but a young Israeli boy
took off his shirt
and stood on the fencepost of the guesthouse dancing
down was the deep green valley
all of us watched in admiration
the next day I went down to the waterfall
which from here is a beautiful whisper in the air
there are donkeys and a path
and pretty houses on the other side of the valley
and everywhere there are people smoking hash and relaxing
in the cafes and the guesthouses
it is almost like a pilgrimage smokers keep coming
and sit around smoking talking
I pull down my woollen cap my arms and back
feel the chill despite a thick sweater
despite a blanket and a four inch thick quilt
I roll my joints and smoke them alone
sometimes smoke them with others
I look at the hills and the valleys and the wooden houses
I look at the white peaks glowing in the sun
and talk about CCR and stained glass art with Michael from Norfolk
who’s going down the valley to another village for a party tonight
with his young Spanish friend
I talk about Bombay with Puneet and Manya from Kanpur
who’ve come here on a Bullet
Hash Heaven Manya says reading my mind as the joint passes on
to the four engineering interns from Delhi
and all the time I sip on ginger lemon honey
for my sore throat until on the last day it disappears
unlike the young Israeli girl’s pink laptop in a pink cover
found by the part time caretaker in the garden on a pink chair
she left behind last night because it was too dark
come again the guesthouse boys say to me as I pay them
what a scene I think how cool as I begin to leave the village
down the dung-clotted stone steps nodding to the smokers coming in.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
This terribleness. The blur of traffic lights and puddles paints Los Angeles on my face at night. It's so hard to know who will doze in my blind spots. Sunflower seeds and ******* lining the carpet. I sat on the front porch for five hours gutting the wolves from my appendices. Usually the headaches go away with the squashing of the lights. Fluorescents are the worst, halogens second, and 60-watt 120-volt light bulb the bane of my existence. I look at my phone but I cannot summon a quirky 120 character quip. I need excedrin but all I have to grape flavored children's aspirin. I should have asked for the water. How many unfinished glasses of water have I left around this world?
Maybe Bruce and I will squash after work. I can hear his weekly catalog of two night stands with those married transient women who drive from Santa B. I hate golf, I could have made carried a career in this resentment. Maybe rolling down the window will alleviate some of this pressure. Maybe it's barometric pressure, The Baby is here in time to drag the houses out to sea. It feels like Michelangelo is carving The David in my head and it's the chiseling I've never wanted. It's Tuesday and the drugs were horrible. They killed five of them today. We wrapped their heads in blankets from the Thrifty, and had to have the interns find clothes that would fit for the Christian caskets. Two days until Giving Thanks Day.
I am wrapped in copper and stuck in amber. I am acquitted by nonsense and stipulation, sick with nausea and pushing my forehead into the steering wheel. This is all terrible. The lying I've never told myself. The people that don't even know it's lying. Her and I always seem to escape with our happiness and pleasure in tow. The odds are slim, but our clothes have never fit too tightly.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
remember...
when you were young,
very young,
recently untethered from
proximal parental strings...
that liberated freshman
rushing into a .... cave
of independent studies
and uninhibited sexuality...
that mulligan phase
of impulse and irrationality
and...yes...experimentation...
of wide-eyed science interns with
mother's cheeks, daddy's visa
and the best animal-testing lab
on the planet...
with live uncontrolled studies of sleep deprivation,
orgiastic tolerance, *** toxicity
and the effect of extreme jello-shooting
on graduation rates...
and, of course, the ultra-rad LUG/GUG philosophy,
the ultimate pregnancy-avoidance plan
guaranteed
or your STD back...
then you got a degree,
a real job,
and a surreal 5-figure
student loan balance...
or was it 6?
or maybe you just
dropped out
like
bill, steve or mark...
and started a revolution...
~ P
(7/21/2013)
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
Do not call my generation stupid:
We were the first group of kids to learn a computer. Think about that society: A group of kids learned this intricate machine. Yes, I'm talking about the O.G. Apples with the green type where you had to save with a floppy disk and if you put a magnet to the screen it went purple forever. Yes those. And those same kids grew up and created everything you see before you now. Everyday.
Do not call my generation ignorant:
In a short time span of years as children we learned about oral relations with interns and terrorist attacks. From Clinton's impeachment to the World Trade Centers/Pentagon/Flight93 Somerset. As children we learned; emphasis on the children part. Our minds grew knowledgeable of a world at hand long before society gave us credit. We grew up.
Do not call my generation lazy:
When we were sixteen and just received our license, gas rose to the highest it had ever been in our country's history. So, we got underpaid & disrespected jobs at Dairy Queen and Subways across the land cleaning up bathrooms and serving your foot-longs. Yet, it was for our new found freedom. The ability to travel on our own. Like the early travelers roaming new found lands, our wings were spread.
Do not call my generation weak:
We are the same group of people who entered college or the workforce with the worst economic fall since the Great Depression. And what did it do to us you ask? Bury us in more and more debt until it consumed our life. But, we became enlightened. We majestically thrived in the chaotic times by finding out who we are, what we are capable of and that life will take us our journeys before we even see it coming. The light still shines even when you are buried the deepest.
It does not matter what you throw at us next. We will rise and conquer. It's the world's hidden secret.
I'm proud to live in this time.
I hope you are too.
Make someone's life better today.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 10:37 AM UTC
I Brandon Amberger accept #TheChallenge
This is not a request nor demand, it is a challenge. This challenge is to be the better person and to take responsibility for your actions. To swallow your pride so that instead of arguing you choose to shut your mouth, do the right thing, and get the job done. To simply follow the principle "treat others, how you would like to be treated"
I'll tell you why you should accept my challenge. It's to set an example and improve our future for our kids. If you don't have kids, you do it for your family's kids and your friends' kids. Everyone deserves the same chance. For those of you who have influence, you have higher expectations. Why? You have power and with power comes responsibility. So I’m challenging the CEO’s, the interns, students, actresses, lawyers, foreman, electricians, bus-boy, waitress, teachers, children, the parents, and everyone alive to accept.
I really, really hope you become a challenger. For those of you who do accept, there is no punishment, nor reward. Just gratuity for doing the right thing. Now do you accept the challenge?
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
To Whom it May Concern,
My blood begins to burn
and I’m compelled to spurn
the current plans to turn
our mascot to a worm.
The members from my firm
cannot stay taciturn
when our alumni learn
that strangers overturned
the past we had governed
because they’re all stubborn,
seeking to be modern
and spread, exploit and churn
their folly and their germs.
I urge you to discern
the consequence you’ll earn
unless you can confirm
our legacy long-term.
We will not adjourn
until it’s reaffirmed
that history is stern
and keeps our old pattern.
If you do not concur
and submit to our terms,
then surely you will yearn
for courtesy interns
as funding will downturn
and we will watch you squirm
like spiders in an urn
at the point of no return.
Sincerely, Dr. Kern
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
"Remember your eights,"
He grandly announced,
Intently surveying his interns.
"If your work appears beyond you
Negotiate,
Delegate
Or work late."
I stared rabbit-eyed,
Stunned by his smug, well-worn rhyme,
As I saw my evenings fade away
Knowing which of my numbers was up.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 9:10 AM UTC
who wants another Clinton
in the White House
to have another one
would be akin to a verminous mouse
when William Jefferson was there
he'd feel up the young interns
which bought a smell of **********
to the White House's ferns
now Hilary the old nag wants to be
the commander in chief
with her in the position
America would be bound for much grief
those persons in America
who've an iota of common sense
shall never let another Clinton
reside behind the White House fence
scandals aplenty are ever
trailing the Clinton name
as they've a reputation
for playing a most shameful game
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
That Donald Trump is President
shows that some people don't
know what the President
actually does; including
Trump - - Miss America's
higher moral standards
makes her more qualified;
&c.
her academic achievements
not dependent on backroom
kickbacks & payoffs;
her
| natural look **** & healthy;
|[ ], ( )
she won't allow war, |
just won't have it;
u don't want to see her angry:
***** for
[everybody:
corporate industrial
fat cats & their anorexic third
wives
sitting on candy |
clouds of pollution
| in the college-town [ ] hills behind |
hidden electric gates]
casino-resorts
& winning Lotto tickets; [swimsuit] &
beauty pageants for all ages
including great-grandmothers
& ghosts;
mermaid fairs, toddlers in thongs
& naked
men; picnics & balloons -
just what does the President do? besides play golf & finger willing interns;
baking cookies b/c she can |
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
piano keys dance slowly
as the smoke curls
gently
around gnarled fingers
holding the fate of nations
mindlessly
fidgety interns wait for orders
secretly regretting promoting military service
rooms full of children
interested and in-tune
signing up to die –
blankly looking at the clipboard
experiencing wetness in the corner of distraught eyes
visions of burning children and screaming mothers
entire cultures blinked from existence
once again sits at the forefront of options
no longer dissuaded by position
the smallest sound escapes pursed lips
echoing forever in the void –
crimson rivers cascade down suburban streets
the sins of the youth collide with the aggression of the infirm
and treachery once again rules the world
placeless faces taste rusty train cars
the ovens still work, even if they are museum pieces –
daybreak beckons and broken bearded ********
bent on beguiling those beneath themselves
barter for breadcrumbs
billing services and
buttering palms
sit atop fanciful castles
waiting for the next royalty check
……the invention of war
still is prosperous in the right families –
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
the kitchen counter has been disinfected
we don't have interns here
they didn't clean it
because there is nothing to promise them
i am truly afraid to have children
not because i know they will grow up
it is because they will grow up
and
they will
hate me
but because it is too easy to see that
there is nothing left for them
its pathetic and easy to forget our victories
the value of the scent in your hair that soothes me
i ruin it, potentially
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
Sudden death came to me this hour.
I expected to die but not this moment:
When I am on the height of my prime,
my family celebrates my promotion,
my nurse son just turned regular staff,
my daughter is second year college today,
my grandson attended his first day in school,
so much good things I had to witness and feel glad!
My colleague would give an eulogy for me:
my boss will speak of my contributions to the office,
my assistant would be saying how I lead by example,
my interns would remember how kind I taught them,
my mentors would mention how cooperative I am,
others would mention I gave them acrostic poems,
over-all they would say I am a good person and talented.
My family would be teary eyed to gave their individual eulogy:
my mother would be first to say "she loves me very much"
my father would not say much but agree to my mom's testimony,
my brothers and sisters would say how much I cared for them,
my wife would seconded my mom's emotional statement ,
my children would surely say " We will miss you daddy"
But, if i could answer them all from where I lay now
I will say to them " I am not perfect, I just did what any good mortal person does"
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
Rock And Roll Memoir
It was too **** loud
I never liked Bobo
our first drummer
or
was he the third?
The riffs? Stolen.
Lyrics written
by a callow youth
still torment me
to this day like a
s
w
a
r
m
of
b
e
e
s
My obituary
a bit of boilerplate
written by interns
at Rolling Stone
lays waiting
patiently
for the call.
I don’t remember
in any particular
order
the origin
of the band name
the outcomes
of
the lawsuits
what happened
in Houston
penning “Love Carburetor”
on the bare
***
of a groupie named Skyyy
writing
a song cycle
about the Laps
riding
in ambulances
limos
helicopters
or
punching
Bill Graham
on the sidewalk
in front of
the Fillmore
East.
If you say
we played Farm Aid
twice, well
I guess you would know.
I can’t ****
standing up
or hear a word
you’re saying
and my doctor says
we must get
a handle on my liver
before we think
about replacing my
knees
hips
corneas
heart and lungs.
But I’m booked
to a ten night stand
at the Beacon
with the New York Philharmonic
performing our first album
in its entirety
with our original bassist Ian
somebody or other
plus interviews
on Fresh Air and Morning Joe
to promote a concert
film by Jim Jarmusch.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
Sudden death came to me this hour.
I expected to die but not this moment:
When I am on the height of my prime,
my family celebrates my promotion,
my nurse son just turned regular staff,
my daughter is second year college today,
my grandson attended his first day in school,
so much good things I had to witness and feel glad!
My colleague would give an eulogy for me:
my boss will speak of my contributions to the office,
my assistant would be saying how I lead by example,
my interns would remember how kind I taught them,
my mentors would mention how cooperative I am,
others would mention I gave them acrostic poems,
over-all they would say I am a good person and talented.
My family would be teary eyed to gave their individual eulogy:
my mother would be first to say "she loves me very much"
my father would not say much but agree to my mom's testimony,
my brothers and sisters would say how much I cared for them,
my wife would seconded my mom's emotional statement ,
my children would surely say " We will miss you daddy"
But, if i could answer them all from where I lay now
I will say to them " I am not perfect, I just did what any good mortal person does"
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
Dedicated to Medical Laboratory Scientists Interns)
Togetherness is a bonding fond
blissful occasion to share the fun
in all the challenges we hold stance
as e act in unison to better enhance
As interns we learn together
easy or difficult we don't falter
for as long as we do our very best
and carry on to pass all technical test
Clinical Microscopy is an exciting phase
among others we study in constant pace
for us all to develop the indispensable skills
as we engage in the future professional deals
In the advent of full automation
we all have to be adept with caution
in performing our specific responsibilities
best we can as Medical Laboratory Scientists
Now we depart the portal of training
as we leave to advance in our learning
harness professionalism as finest tradition
as sirs Marvin and Alejo exemplified in action
Wish you the luck our best interns
be vigilant as you all walk the trends
and do not forget to pray for guidance
God grants you success in every instance
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC