"interviewer" poems
They didn't know what Diversity was...
The kids, that is.
Since the kids didn't know it,
the teacher coined it as "“black” visibility".
She wasn't sure if she could make that call
so she nodded her head, looking for approval.
The interviewer asked in what direction did the teacher see Diversity
As if Diversity was a one-way street.
Let me just refresh your memory...
"“black” visibility"
As if decades of progress in the schools were undone,
The kids voted on Performances and Projects for “black” History Month.
How shocking!... Kids of every shape, size, ability and race studying a time in history...
Sounds racist to me.
They wanted a Gospel Choir that is clearly only for “black” students
Because I'm the student Director for the Fordham University's Rhythm of Praise Gospel Chior for the fourth year running...
Maybe I'm missing something...
MAYBE I'm “black”... Maybe if I close my eyes really tight...
Nope, I'm still “white”.
Olive brown perhaps?
Only in the summer.
Anyway, I digress like Sophia Patrilo from the Goldren Girls
Who was Italian by the way.
Just advertising for Diversity.
Let's debate about "Music Debates" for a moment.
Maybe you call it Debates because Hip Hop is debatable, and by the way only for “black” students.
When I could argue for days upon days
About how Reggaeton didn't come from Salsa
but I know **** well that Salsa came first.
The kids wanted to Stomp the Yard and battle it out.
I do believe rap battles take place around the world
And one of the best rappers I know is an English teacher in Harlem
Whose hair is redder than a leprechaun.
Talent Shows that showcase every student's ability
Whether it be singing, dancing, performing their poetry,
But still apparently that's not Diversity.
Neither is an International Day
Where International ways are celebrated.
And finally, a Diversity Day,
That clearly means diversity is separated.
"They wanted a lot of things"
Yeah. They asked for a whole lot... of everything BUT diversity.
That's right, because they don't know what it means
The Kids, that is...
Then tell me please:
Define Diversity.
Is it seeing a “black” horse with “white” stripes
Or a “white” horse with “black” stripes?
Why is it between “black” and “white”?
Why not between “white”, “black” brown, yellow, orange, brick red...
Let's get it out of our head
That teachers can't learn anything from their students,
Because it sounds to me,
Like they had a pretty good start to the meaning of Diversity.
And if it turns out they didn't,
That's what teachers are there for:
Make a **** lesson about it.
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 2:16 PM UTC
"Don't work with the Americans."
"Don't help the Americans."
This is what some of the Afghan interpreters are saying
After their poor treatment by the United States government
The Afghan Interpreters are angry
And they have a right to be
After most U.S. troops have left
Some are stuck hiding in Kabul
The Taliban tell the local people
That they are infidels
The Taliban **** many interpreters
The Afghan Interpreters struggle
Only about 30% get their visa
Some only have enough money
To make it to Greece
They live together
Barely any money
No hot water
Persecuted by the local police
One interpreter saved the life of an American soldier
The soldier helped him put together his visa packet
His visa took three years!!!
This interpreter had fought with them for 7 years
Had saved the lives of five American soldiers
Had been the personal interpreter for 12 U.S. senators
One interpreter
Did not leave on a flight approved by the U.S.
He had to leave on the next flight
Because the Taliban was threatening to **** him
Thankfully the U.S. soldier
Had a place for him to stay
And could give him some money
The soldier promised him
He would help him get resettlement benefits
Even though the U.S. government stated
He was not eligible to receive his benefits
Because he did not arrive on a U.S. approved flight
The Vice Interviewer
Learns from the lawyers working for the interpreters
That there is a massive bureaucracy
The Department of Defense doesn't consider them veterans
The soldier tried to get a bill introduced
That would streamline the process
And increases the number of visas
To help the Afghan Interpreters
No legislation regarding immigration was introduced
Because of bickering among Republican members
The program ran out in September of 2014
So now thousands will be stuck in Afghanistan
One interpreter that was interviewed
Was stuck in Afghanistan
Working as a taxi driver
Fearing for his life
Many of the Taliban prisoners
Have been released
Now he fears for his life
He doesn't know what will happen
6,000 applicants
For 280 available visas
As of July 2014
May God bless the Afghan interpreter
Trying to live his life in peace
May God bless the Afghan people
It seems things never change for them
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
I don't work
Yesterday I saw portraits
And impressionist paintings
From the 19th and 18th centuries
I'm at Starbucks today
It's all so strange
Maybe I'll go chip golf *****
Maybe I'll play golf
Tomorrow I'm getting
An oil change
I am 32 and single
And will most likely
Be single for a long time
What's the point
Of this place?
I give some food
Or water
To a random homeless person
When I can
I no longer live at home
But stop by to get food
And do laundry
How will the world end?
The terrorists are at it again
In the Fox interview the
Christian man said
Christians had been silent
Over recent terror attacks
The interviewer asked him
What should be done
He said something
About showing the love
Of Jesus in the world
Well that's great
But the terrorists won't stop
No matter what other
People say
Religious or not
How will the world end?
In a worldwide
Nuclear war?
Search your own heart
The body is weak
Life is fragile
I still have
The same dull frown
I will enjoy a hike perhaps
Or take notes
On "The Soviet Century"
I like to roleplay
In adult chats
As Gal Gadot
It is 6/5/2017
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
Judge Bristol pronounced his sentence with the following words and said,
"The said William Bonney, alias Kid, alias William Antrim
shall be hanged by the neck until his body be dead, Dead, DEAD!!!"
Shackled Billy left the courthouse smiling, almost as if in glee.
"Why are you smiling?" an interviewer asked him inquisitively.
"What's the point in dwelling on the dreary side of life?" the Kid responded,
"Today the joke is on me."
A true tribute to The Kid's charm, humor and endearing personality.
The above is not legend. The above is true documented history.
Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 10:33 AM UTC
The Sunni minority were marginalized
Sectarian killings were commonplace
In 2012 alone,
There were more than 1,600 deaths
The interviewer talked to a motorcycle gang
They said they wanted freedom
But some said they missed the way things were
Under Saddam Hussein
Some would trade the freedom they had
For the stability of Hussein's regime
The Shiah cleric
Says there is an assault on Iraq
Exemplified by the copying of corrupt Western culture.
The cleric wanted to eliminate American influence
Of any kind
Checkpoints make getting
Around the city a hassle
Subcultures in Iraq are under attack
Rap, metal, emo, and classical
All are looked down on
Gays are persecuted
The military uses a faulty device
That is supposed to detect bombs
But has been proven not at all effective
The city exists between extremes
There is the religious extreme
And people who want to be westernized
Without understanding what that is
The infrastructure was ruined by the war
Hopefully life will get better
As they continue to rebuild the infrastructuree
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
1
just watched the news
my morning ritual
2
today’s news, as I saw it
(today and this week)
as I heard them all interviewees
them politicians, men of God,
holy ones and pure ones
organizers and statesmen and entertainers
and various personalities,
they all used sincerity terms:
“….to be honest,” one said…”to be frank…,” said another
And yet another: “I’ll be frank with you….”
“Well, frankly speaking,” declared one eminent person…
You wish the interviewer
would interrupt and say:
“You mean you haven’t been honest till now?”
3
and yet, frankly speaking,
that’s not news;
that’s old wearied news
for I’ve heard that from 1960’s
since I started watching interviewees,
to be honest
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 5:21 AM UTC
Western Forces
Are not leaving behind
A stable country
With a government able to protect
Its own people
Hospitals at max capacity
Children with skull injuries
The doctor laughs
When the interviewer asks him
If life has improved
Nothing has changed for the people!
I guess it will always be this way on earth
Fighting and killing
Evil people doing evil acts
Good people try to do what is good in the eyes of God
May God help the Afghan people
Who have suffered so much
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
The interviewer, who was white,
asked the indigenous man, who had dark brown skin,
What was most important in life to them.
'Them' - as if the man and his people were any different
than the interviewer and his.
This was after the man had shown them
(the interviewer and the cameraman)
his entire village - the homes,
where the women forage for food
and how the men hunt for meat.
The man knew what the interviewer was really asking.
Yet he also knew that the interviewer already knew
the answer to his own question - even if he had hidden it from himself,
even if he had no faith and trust
in his own culture’s answer to the question.
Still, the interviewer knew the answer for himself.
And the man knew also,
like everyone who is being filmed and interviewed,
that when someone asks you for your very essence,
it is never only a passing request.
They mean to do something with it at some point.
You see, the indigenous man doesn’t go around
interviewing white people.
He is living his life.
So, when the interviewer asked this question,
“What is most important in life to them?”
A shadow of remembrance passed across the man’s eyes.
And smiling, he replied, “Meat!”
The interviewer, looking perplexed, repeated, “Meat?”
and thought, 'Well, that’s a given.'
And in a tone that suggested
what he really wanted to say
was, 'Duh, what else is important here on Earth?'
The man replied, “Yes, with meat we become strong and healthy.
No one will go hungry.
Children will grow strong and run fast.
Women will be strong and there will be less sickness.
Women will give birth to healthy, strong babies.”
The interviewer’s face reflected blank ignorance
as he again repeated, “Meat?”
And with eyes that said, 'Now let it go.
You will not get from me
what your grandfather took from mine',
the man turned to his son and said,
“We will go hunt now.”
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 1:29 PM UTC
Tell me about yourself
Interviewer asks a girl
What exactly she has to say
To get the job
She started with her name
Academic career details
She came up with achievements
Questionnaire asked about her
Positives and negatives
She said
My positives
I am punctual and regular
My negatives
When I am busy I will
Ignore surroundings around
Why this job
She replied
This was my dream company
And conversation continued
With series of questions and responses
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
Never understood
How to write a full
Sentence,
But did figure out
How to put down
Random silly syllables
In just a minute,
Never figured out
How to play the flute,
But i did learn how
To pick fruit,
Caught a cricket
Never understood
The game cricket,
To my dearest
Never meant to make you
Cry or break your spirit...
That was my younger self,
I've grown and have learned
New ways to carry myself,
I know you'll never rest your
Eyes on this...
This being a poem i wrote
Well
More typed on my phone
While you was in the back
Of my dome,
I know I'll never aton
For the actions i have sewn,
Just know my shoes
I walked in
holding your hands
I've out grown,
I have became a different
man,
I'm sorry for not telling you
That ever time i looked
In your eyes i drowned,
They where so blue they
would remind a pirate
Why he loves the ocean,
That Sunday nothing
but loud lust moaning
this Sunday nothing
but silence,
I do regret the
choices I have chosen,
I'll end it there
For my memories
found a way
through the catacombs,
But my bowman took them
Out thank goodness,
He who took the shoot
Shall be my
yeoman,
Honor killed the Shogun
Snowman left in the snow
Was abandoned,
Young girls heart was stolen,
So much stress took a
Nap fell asleep on
the cushion,
I'm living the life of a
foreigner,
Cant understand no one
Working for a dollar
Selling my so called freedom,
Thinking of home..
Falling in love with a woman
Often,
Fortune lady try to tell me my fortune i said
" no thanks for you
can not tell me my own future"
If you did it would
just be a rumor,
Woke up late cause the
Cougar killed the rooster,
Didn't see it so i guess that
Makes me the accuser,
Gotta find it put her in
The scope and remover,
But if a shark did it
I guess I'll have to harpooner,
Get blood on my carpet
I'll have to shampooer,
Either way I'll have to
**** the evildoer,
But probably offer her
A job and interviewer,
Fall in love and Honeymooner,
Find a cloning factory and
reproducer,
But i got a better manoeuvre,
I'll go to church
and scream Hallelujah,
Hopefully that'll be one
Step closer to get the doors
To heaven to open,
Dose this count as a poem??
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC
We need to talk
I’ve got a bruise in the shape of Tom Cruise;
It’s on my back next to the Charlie Sheen tattoo.
It’s time I stopped picturing all these actors,
But still I see Bruce Willis’ face on all the posters.
Cameron Diaz is listening to jazz
And I’ll thank her please if she will give me a lap dance.
I drop my pants looking for some kind of romance,
But all I find is someone playing Una Mas.
I wouldn’t normally mind,
But they are playing way out of key
And woe is me if I can’t get what I need to make me happy;
I need to watch Mr. Bean.
Watching Van Damme for five whole seconds;
That’s enough of that, I surely do reckon.
You can’t sell me anything in your television adverts.
If I need something I will buy it;
To your lies I will not listen.
Movie stars and five star ratings.
Who do I complain to about talk show hosts,
Who act like they are dating,
The person they interview?
Get to the real questions;
We have had enough of you
And your luvvie ways,
Telling them they are great.
Why not ask them about their drugs habits?
Their exes, their fights and headline stories?
You smile, you fake, you are in love; you idiot.
An actor is just a man or a woman,
An interviewer is just a puppet.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
You nurture my blood and filled it with contents from the sky
When I undress my skin it is not in danger it is in alienation it is reality
The interviewer asked if I neglected why little Richard provoked one black emptiness #Your final silence in middle school was Kenny G's lawlessness
When you lose a moon it blinds like trayvon
But the moon is like a piece of your body removed called decoded
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
There's a myth that when you finish
a good book, the author dies for you.
At least, I often feel a sense of loss.
I was near the end of a fine book of essays.
I heard the author was dying, incurable.
Famous mass media man, favoured
by the more selective viewers, journalist,
interviewer, novellist, cultured critic,
humourist, philosopher, a thinker's man.
Ought I to have read that final essay,
defy the myth? Next day I scanned
the papers. His death was not reported.
I trust we both breathed normally again.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
Do you know how hard it was to watch you on TV?
I saw it all again in a blue rush
The smoke from a cigarette blown just in from the garden door
Your broken needles and stupid little games littering the floor
A black coffee and a dusty bed
Us talking for hours while the sun falls and rises from the dead
Crowed parties of your own design
You looking at me from them
A gulf in a crowd
Making me laugh in my small crimes
We liked the way our dreams worked
Together in each other's bedrooms
Floating in your eyes I see the soul spin
Of heavenly physics clouded in fun and evil
To see all that in your face
Is not to see God
or even any abject grace
But its been a year
and you're talking to the interviewer
Shepherded and meek
Cared for another I see it all in that week
You're Talking to the TV
rather than at me
The grass is rarely greener
sights of when you see her
Alone and discarded,
I see you now on the screen
Eyes so hollow
near your bike -- you're so lean
It was painful and insufferable
the inhumanity of your stare
I'm killed by cruelty
or even maybe by my silence
You're talking to the TV
Rather than to me
But my tears are becoming moonlight
one day they'll be sunlight
then just light
A violent light of my own
And not light dredged up from you.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
He experienced a great loss
His wife
She jumped
Off of a building
May she rest in peace
He tried to help her
Pills and more pills
Why, why did she do it?
He must have asked himself
Driven
Far, far, away
Iceman goes
Goes into the wilderness
Of his native land
The biting cold
The sharp air
The plunge into
Deep waters of despair
He had dug a hole in the ice
And it was under the ice
That he swam
A rope secured him
His retina froze
And for a moment
He said he reached a deeper consciousness
He learned to manufacture
Adrenaline
Hyperventilating
And taking in more air
Than he let out
He has been in the HImalayas
In his shorts
And holds the world record
Of being able to be submerged
in icecold water
For two hours up to his neck
These are his records
But it is not for his records
That we should admire him
But for his desire to help others
Who had their own health problems
He helped them face their own problems
One man had cancer
He talked of how empowering this was
Not that he could be cured
But that he could do something now
To fight
And these people they jumped together
In the snow
In the freezing cold
In their shorts
And the interviewer
He climbed
He climbed with the iceman
Up the mountain
No shirt, just shorts
In the freezing cold
The iceman said it himself
It is love
He wanted to bring love
Through a strong body
And a strong mind
And this love that he showed
To people
Through his method
Empowered them
Strengthened them
I admire you iceman
And though
As a man of Tao
I would never hyperventilate
Or control my breath
I would venture into the cold with you
I would climb with you
Upon those mountains
I would swim with you
In the icy water
It would be good to know you
Good to know you
And as you suffered from loneliness
When your wife passed
I suffer from loneliness too
American life is so isolating
Maybe after we will share some tea together
You were right all along iceman
To show each other love
All we can do
On earth
This difficult place
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
Arrived for my annual physical
Sat in the doctor's office for 30 minutes
Finally called to the window to consult with the clerk
Who informed me that I had no appointment.
Interesting? I told her that I was there for my annual physical which I had scheduled over the phone.
"Ah, that is next week" she informed me.
I was a week early
The good side was that all my paperwork was filled out.
I had another week to develop new ageing symptoms,
An opportunity to have more thoughts as to what to discuss with the doctor
One week to improve my eating habits, reduce cholesterol, exercise more and
I have a whole seven days to do it.
After I left and was listening to the radio I heard an interview by Bobby Osborne who wrote the song "Rocky Top."
Bobby is in his 80's and the interviewer asked to what he could attribute his old age.
Bobby answered "Alcohol, drugs and exercise."
The commentator says don't you mean avoiding those and Bobby answered "Yes."
Well, Bobby, I think I will just continue the alcohol and the exercise
Both in moderation.
Maybe my memory will improve and I will get to my doctor's
Appointment next week.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
"AHHHH PADDY IS IT YOURSELF THAT'S IN IT?"
( In memory of Paddy Kavanagh )
"Howya Paddy!"
I address him
in the friendleist of terms
Paddy doesn't say a word
as not only is he dead
but a statue into the bargain
I switch to
thought-thinking
"Ahh that's better!" snaps Paddy
"I suppose ya couldn't
wipe that pigeon poo
from my left eye?"
he clocks on that
today I am
bicycle-less
"Where's the wheels?"
he asks gruffly
"Dead!" I almost cry
"Dead is it
ya don't tell me!"
"Dead surely!"
"Cycling to an interview
I was so I was
and a posh car knocked me down!"
"Terrible,,,terrible!" Paddy sighs
"But sure tell me
did ya get the auld job!"
"Indeed I didn't and sure
wasn't it the interviewer
that knocked me down!"
"No...no!" he whistles
through his teeth
I hoosh a pigen off his head
we had a bit of a contretemps
about signalling
I said I had...he said I hadn't
"Listen..." says the statue softly
a drop of rain
landing on his chin
"Ya wouldn't read
one of me poems
ta me....would ya?"
"I would to be sure
sure isn't that the why
I've come here today!"
and so I begin
the daily ritual
turning my voice into his words
"Every old man I see..."
and I see his old ghost smile
"In October-coloured weather"
Seems to
say to me
I was once your father"
"Ahhh!" the statue says to me
"Yer a grand man...a grand man
so ya are!"
Jan 30, 2022
Jan 30, 2022 at 6:43 AM UTC
A reporter interviewing
an old lady, who killed her husband
by giving poisoned milkshake
Interviewer, "don't you feel BAD? When you gave poisoned milkshake to your old husband. "
She replied, "of course, Yess... When he asked one more glass..."
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC
I wish I could meet him
Have a heart to heart
Ask a few questions and talk it out
I'll be the interviewer
You be Theresa May lie about strong and stable til you're blue in the face
"Why me?" I ask
You slip on your words and I swear I hear you say
"You've got to understand i only plague the mind of the strong and we need to learn to get along"
I sit up at the edge of my bed questioning why I'm talking to myself
I'm not that gone yet.
I'll find the common strength to overcome myself .
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
"I remember Coyoacan," Jay told the interviewer,
sitting under mahogany-and-cane fan blades on the veranda.
Leaning back, legs crossed,
He smiled easily and added,
"He didn't believe in me, Trotsky. Too bad.
"The palms were dripping that day, but the rain had let up.
Mercader set his raincoat on the table
with the ice axe under it.
Trotsky was reading.
When he looked down, Mercader withdrew his weapon,
swung and sculpted a new Winter into Trotsky's mind."
Jay shrugged, as if to say what can you do?
"The guards rushed in and beat that man like a pinata.
Each fist was an eloquent argument,
each kick a blow for the worker."
He waved His hand dismissively.
"It was too late of course. Mexico is devout, but unforgiving.
"Trotsky knew he was dying, and said so.
An aide brought a basin for any final ideas,
and someone put on a phonograph record of Russian dances.
Across the room, Trotsky could see where Death had scrawled
'Te veo pronto'
on the mirror above the sink in red lipstick.
"He never asked for me, and died the next day."
The interviewer followed Jay's gaze to the flower garden--
dahlias, the Mexican national bloom.
"The Aztecs used to eat them," he told the interviewer.
The scribe wrote this down on his pad from the hotel,
with "Bienvenida a Coyoacan"
in bold script across the top like a leaflet or a prayer card.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC