"negotiator" poems
I dont know any cool pickup lines,
I stole them from TV
Hey baby do you have the time?
You just walked away from me
Im not cool or smooth
And I'm not slick
And I need to think of something quick
He didnt write for you, that punk rock love song,
He stole it from the Byrds
He just changed the chords
And never bothered to learn the words
But he's got you hooked
Your pulse
Is racing
You know that hes a traitor
He's a one-track trouble maker
And he's rotten company
But he's got you in his sights
You're going home with him tonight
Another loveless casualty
He keeps you coming back for more but now
Hes into someone new
He changed the locks on both my doors
So I guess that means we're through
But baby dont go,
He isn't home
And I'm waiting
I know that he's a traitor
A true master debater
Such sincere insincerity
Without hesitation
Standing in ovation to
Your perfect symmetry
We'd take it slow
But we both know
He's waiting
You know that hes a traitor
Silver tounged negotiator
And he's plotting mutiny
You dont know him quite like I do
Once he's had his way, he'll leave you
To a taxi company
And he's immune to my handy remedy,
Just come inside, he asks persuadingly
But you, you're thinking of me
Just spend the night
We'll work it out
Tomorrow
You know that hes a traitor
He's a one-track trouble maker
And he's rotten company
But he's got you in his sights
You're going home with him tonight
Another loveless casualty
That little ******* part of me
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 1:38 PM 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
After all, poetry is a savage calling.
-Edel Garcellano
Let poetry be an interstice.
Say, an intervention to the gap of loneliness. Depressive. Let bitter medicines dissolve or, madness will make its ultimate call. Convulsive patterns of mental spasms. Schizophrenic impulse hitting the nerves.
What is known to be rational flees. Enough to learn from the burning of its wings and Youth.
Say, pulling a magic trick under the hat. You know you are being fooled but why enjoy such spectacle or, better enjoy than masking the truth.
Say, a glimpse through an interstice—from Whitman’s poetry.
An intervention to the rashness of day. An intercept to the chaos of the soul. A reminder that we are not assemblages forever desiring.
A poetry fumbling to the course, enough to welcome the rain of sad realizations.
“The task is heroic. Poetry is a minor matter” (E. Garcellano) – an intervention/interstice, the negotiator to the ultimate task of poetry.
We are savage gods. We feed on the detritus of truth, those are, lies.
Consider this poetry as an epitaph. To the disremembered victims of El Sidro. We dealt the cards of fate. We intervened to live. We pierced our stones to their hearts so cold.
Darwin’s prophesy always reminds us that in every epoch there are some interventions we cannot avoid. After all, we are his favorite animal.
We are gods feeding on loneliness. We are agnostic souls entangled in caves of shadows.
Say, are we forever trapped in the compulsive dimensions of ourselves? In love, for example.
To answer this question is the task of poetry.
Let poetry be an interstice.
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 7:46 AM UTC
THEY SAY
they want to be different, greater
don't they realize to their own words they're a traitor?
THEY SAY
they're a debator, educator, investigator, negotiator
but how?
how can they be so different when they all say the same things?
how can they be so ignorantly hypocritical?
love everyone they say whist full of hatred
hang out with your friends they say when alone in bed
you never talk to me they say although they've never tried
go outside they say from deep inside
get off your phone they say while on the computer
just be nice they say when they're actually a persecutor
THEY SAY
so much and do so little
want to become more while becoming less
they guess it's a success when they oppress
but it's just a mess
THEY SAY
things they should be saying to themselves to us
but we are all people too, not slaves to command or objects to discuss
THEY SAY
this and that and everything
but I say
N O T H I N G
for it is better to say nothing at all than to participate in the
parade of puppets who profusely preach phony phrases.
I'd rather remain silent than take part in this cacophonous,
hypocritical, ignorant, perfunctory mess that we call
s o c i e t y.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
The one
Let’s see…
Tall dark and handsome, please…
Brilliant.
Aware of the fraud of success.
Open heartedness.
Honest. Totally honest.
Conscious.
Strong, in arms and chest.
Courageous!
Studious, patient.
Warm and welcoming
In the oddest of
Situations.
Fluid yet stern in stance.
Bold yet quietly impresses.
Lion and Lioness
Capability of holding me
Securely. Tightly, loosely,
Freely.. encouraging free.
Right there beside me.
Right here.
He, I see now the pull.
That tug to He.
Its you.
The divine energy of the
Light of the womb.
Its you, in form.
The magnificent,
Heaven sent adorned with
Structures of Gods.
Its you.
Its your space I await to feel
Pressed against.
The essence you emit.
The presence you elicit.
The delicate tracing of your lips
I will know them as soon as we kiss
And before, I will notice
The form. The shape, the way
Your teeth show through.
It will all come back as soon
As I see you.
You will see me, I promise
That day, you will see me.
What more, she said to get it out…
The one,
Competitive with no one,
Except his self.
Compassionate to healing
Trusting of women.
A tree lover, hugger…..ehhh
… for sure a lover.
And can swing an ax if
Its cold and winter.
Problem solver and
Negotiator.
Maybe an Aquarius…
I want a writer,
A poet, a singer.
I want a hard worker.
I want the one to see
Me.
When he hears me
He knows he’s heard his call.
The voice calls him in
And we swim, diving deep within
Spending hours
Divulging our souls.
Testing for qualms.
Adjusting for changes in the future.
The near future, he will walk right up to me
He will ask me my name
And we will speak as friends.
And we will grow naturally,
As it happens time and time again.
Ours a slow and steady end.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 4:44 AM UTC
The Great Negotiator
likes to play golf actually
likes to play a lot of golf
even though he touted
from the podium that he'd
be too busy to play golf
unlike that lazy Obama
who couldn't get enough
golf time it appeared didn't it,
& The Great Negotiator has
visited his golf clubs 13 times
in 100 days but his staff
like to kind of not talk about
it too much really do they,
it actually being kind of a
sensitive topic,
& the Master Deal Maker
would be winning so much
you'd be tired of him winning
& then maybe just perhaps
he might find time for a round
of golf in between the many
deals he'd be pulling off
left, right, & centre & winning,
winning, winning in his first
100 days as the Great Negotiator
who could make a deal & get
things done,
& all that other stuff he endlessly
spouted forth in that vapid earnest
New York deal making whisper of his,
oh yes ... The Great Negotiator.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
There's a place hidden inside of us all,
we keep it to ourselves so that no one can see it.
You see It contains all of the secrets
that the heart contains.
Whenever it is seen by another person
we lose our control,we lose our Hearts.
It has happened to me just. Once.
Only once.
She was a cop
well not really
a hostage negotiator
the term I think is first responder.
I was sat on the edge of a high rise.
Twenty-six storey high building
the people below in the far away street
looked like ants.
But I felt like one.
I wanted to end it all
and dive into oblivion.
Sure I had a gun
but it was not to use on someone else
it was for my last resort.
That's when she appeared
about ten feet behind me.
She had a kind Consolation about her.
Tell me it's not about a woman she said.
How did she know that.
It's my wife she's leaving me
taking the kids.
Why she asked.
Because she has found someone
she loves more than me.
She pulled a beer out of her purse.
Want to share my last beer she asked.
OK but you have to sit on the Ledge With me .
She did
oh my god she was pretty for a cop.
Can I have you put the gun away she said.
It was my last resort but I gave it to her.
She joined me on the ledge
We cracked open her last beer.
She said its OK
my husband left me he
said I was a workaholic
It's true I am
I looked at her eyes they were beautiful
He must of been crazy I said.
She smiled.
Come down with me
she purred back to ground zero.
Only if you will have a date with Me
She smiled
so if I date you you won't **** yourself.
I I guess so.
OK we will do it
one date
Promise
Yes I promise.
I followed her downstairs
the cops grabbed me.
And I knew
she had played me like a stradivarius.
I got out out of jail six months later
It was ok
Three hots and a cot.
A nice guy shared my cell.
No one tried to *** **** me.
When I was outside the gate
A car pulled up.
It was my cop.
The one who shared her last beer.
I said what the **** do you want.
You just got me six months in the sneezer
She smiled that beautiful smile of hers.
Did you learn anything in there.
Yes I learned not to trust Beautiful lady cops
She said I am here aren't I.
Yes, you are why?
You wanted a date
And I promised you one date right.
Yes you did.
Well take me on one.
We went for dinner
It was great she was so great.
She looked at me
Have you got over your wife leaving.
Yes I have
We shouldn't have been together really
It was for the kids.
OK do you want to see me again.
I whispered yes I do you are lovely.
Two years later.
Our second child was born.
She will be as beautiful as her mother I hope.
My kids come to us half the time we got joint custody.
I got work as fireman.
I sit in my chair some nights
and just look at her
She saved my life.
She shared her last beer with me.
And you know
what they say.
If you save Somebody's life.
They belong to you.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC
So, what about Number Forty Five?
He’s worn that number on his jersey for a year now,
So what can we surmise?
He demands loyalty, or your days may be numbered until your demise.
He’s as scrappy as they come, and that’s no surprise.
I hear DC politicians tread with fear in their eyes.
Does he project the benevolence of American presidential tradition?
HELL NO, he doesn’t seem interested in any such transition.
Is he a statesman, a great unifier? Hardly!!
Is he a man of diplomacy whose words are well chosen of course,
Who retains his dignity?
Quite the hot-head most of the time I see,
A bull in a china shop
uncaring of how he’s obnoxious or coarse.
A shrewd negotiator? I’ll give him that;
He can be rude, crude, rash, brash, and yes shrewd
At the drop of a hat,
Seemingly more concerned with the substance of gain
rather than principle
and how played goes the game.
Not a man of promises forgotten,
Our president makes every effort to follow through on each one.
A humanitarian? I don’t think so, not his way.
“America first” construed to mean economic prosperity
To trickle down to workers’ payroll and nothing more
Leaves a large lacking of heart – materialism over philosophical perspective,
Defining who we are by how we live and to others how we give.
Mutual respect? He respects his own ego and that seems to be it –
a character deficit.
How else could he refer to African countries in such ****** insult?
This is certainly no good for US Diplomacy abroad, an undeniable fault!!
He still has his main ****** as a business negotiator;
The rest of the presidency I don’t think he really cares for!!
Everyday disruption seems to be
more in the news than in the days before, and
Trump is usually in the thick of it (as we reluctantly keep score) –
often for something he says or tweets impulsively.
We know he’s eccentric, but is he psychotic – out of his tree?
(Rome had Nero; we have Trump it seems)
“Do we need more” presidents from Queens?
Should we FIRE the one we have?
We’ve seen the lightening flash;
Amid the “fake news”,
we’ve heard the true loud thunder.
After one year,
We have his number,
Number Forty Five!!
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
Stormy is back in the news,
Looking for better reviews.
It wouldn't be keen
Not to come clean
On something she couldn't refuse.
People say Trump's a bit harried;
It all happened after he married.
'Twas just a short fling;
No promise, no ring.
But big plans for silence miscarried.
Trump's fine attorney then later,
Serving as negotiator,
Paid Stormy a sum
To make her stay mum
And said, "Good-by, alligator."
As **** star, Stormy might brag
About any man she might snag.
Her story and pix
From twenty-oh-six
Came out this year in a mag.
Attorney and Trump both deny
That anything happened. Then why
Did both of them feel
That Stormy would squeal,
And give her the dough on the sly?
We hear now that Stormy is saying
Their pact to stay silent is fraying.
She blurted out, “Halt!
The lawyer’s at fault.
No longer will I be obeying.”
Stormy is sly, people say.
To some she's a Morgan le Fay.
She said to the press
That she'll take her dress
And test it for Trump's DNA.
It seems as though only Trump's base
Completely ignores his disgrace.
When he is errant
And so **** transparent,
How can he keep a straight face?
Perhaps we will find that no doubt there
Will be more to scribble about. There
IS one suggestion:
Bring up the question
Of how many "Stormys" are out there?
-by Bob B (2-16-18)
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
I'm an instigator,
A thought generator,
My words fly across the page,
Like I'm an aviator,
I'm sometimes seen as the perpetrator,
As I spread my message,
I feel like the negotiator,
If only I could reach out to other's,
And be a communicator,
A compromiser or a speech maker,
Or even an encourager or a motivator,
But nobody hears my voice,
I'm not an educator,
Sadly I'm invisible,
Unlike a force of nature,
I wish I could do more,
but like you i was born into this world,
I wasn't the creator,
But I'll never give up, I'm going now,
I guess I'll try again later.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
Humpty Dumpty dinosaur
Cabbage intervention
Pomegranate superman
Cat combustion engine
Floribunda mermaid sock
Tulip nuts crab apple
Dingo sausage metaphor
Peanuts wedding chapel
Rabbit bacon octopus
Toadstool hair satsuma
Weasel carrot gristle flag
Timone simba pumba
Purple chicken nugget sauce
Generic baby boomer
Zebra armpit underware
Butterfly harpooner
***** pickle under pants
Worm negotiator
Windy beansprout sausage dog
Cardboard Rotavator
Hairy ice cream body *****
Juicy **** denial
Otter baby gusset lunch
Autopsy free trial
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Trump the diplomat
All that was missing
Was his top hat
Trump the negotiator
Negotiated what we
Had before, nothing more
North Korea waited
And he capitulated
They promised to
Denuclearize
But where or when
We’ll have to surmise
Will continue to be
A big surprise
Meanwhile we conceded
What they needed
They needed to be
Legitimized
And we gave them that
You realize
With little from them
In return
Because Donald Trump
Refuses to learn
He considers the summit
A huge success
But in reality
It was so much less
Trump placed North Korea
On an equal plane
But they’re a nuclear threat
Just the same
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
Then it was running harder and harder every day: My heart-stabbing **** knife was already every moment of mortal Immortality even bleeding in me! While the Great Time steered him here and there like the never-to-be Negotiator! Tiny, glued-handed gigolos, trendy jambs, trampled the chances of survival in others as well, until in the end they selfishly sinned! My soul, ready to soar, was forced to be shackled by bound shackles; the consolidation of imagined Friendships could have been mine alone, if I had already given up on the happiness I could find!
I would need something beyond an unspeakable need to be able to live with content again, and not just be ashamed of my own guilt! By deliberately contemplating the unexpected traps of Being, it is better to avoid and look back, so that even memories cannot haunt you! A call to morning awakening often lacks a sense of duty; In addition to the basic need for filling bites and the testimony of responsible toddler feet, the exploratory mind also selfishly desires more: It wants to reflect and testify and formulate!
My fears, which are so wide, squeeze my throbbing heart in the basket of my chest, and if my dear one could know that even the most mundane tasks often rise to the line of trying trials, he would understand
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 11:10 PM UTC