"reassign" poems
Calamitous collapse of structure forged
With steel and concrete built for time,
Since Roman times a formula endured
With engineers additional design.
Why, then, did this structure fail,
Did mortar crack, did reinforcing strong,
Shear and plummet in an instants time
To crush and doom this bridges song.
In teeming rain a silence hung
Where watchers gaped in stunned awe,
A magnitude of devastation lay
Pulverized in valley floor.
Astonishing this expanse of space
Where seconds past, huge edifice,
Imbued with its’ charge of lives
Unknowingly to meet abyss.
Innocence has lost its’ life
Blame resounds around the room
Someone shall pay the price
For negligence in causing doom.
Truth be told it’s shared by all
For Italy has lagged behind
Cost cutting infrastructures’ purse
Because of economic bind.
Time to reassess the plan
Time to weep and bury dead,
Clear the rubble from the land
Rebuild well then forge ahead.
Blame not the engineer
Nor the man who drew design,
Blame not the hardhat
Who poured the concrete in the line.
Reassign the budget spend
To infrastructure, pay its share
For sentiment is running hot
To axe the fool who pares the fare.
M.
Storeman
Civil Infrastructure
Hamilton, NEW ZEALAND
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
Lips on her and lips on mine
Imagination so divine
I felt your heart breathe within mine
Hazel eyes with some blue
bright eyes combined
Timing isn’t right
And life doesn’t align
Emotions strip as my confidence rips
Barriers
that makes our love reassign
Two steps away but so far out of sight
As she holds your hand
Mine waits for yours ready to ignite
It burns my heart while losing this fight
Waiting for the day I can kiss you
and all the pieces of our broken heart
fits just right
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
Books – a medicine saturnine.
Those who have books shine
With lively bright colour twine.
Books – a Daniel – be in shrine
To take us all up with whine.
Saraswati, indeed, did opine
My talents with saccharine
And help me for Her to reassign
Her position in the world malign.
With her help I Monorhyme define
And made many people it dine
With garlic or ginger or brine.
Oh! Goddess! Help me refine
The world with your dyne –
Books – a medicine saturnine.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
I walk through the flame
With a torch
Scorching
Heat rises
While the Sun sets
Scolding Iron
Black burns
From the white hot
Esteemed
The bloods boiling
About to erupt
And rupture
The surface
Earth is
Perfect
For destruction
I get to choose
Shall I just quake
And make shook?
Or just break
And make soot?
To explode
Or stay put?
I can enter
As emperor
Ashes and embers
In the center of
Cinders
I stood
Like a cintaur
I was sent for
Tinders and timber
Fire from the heavens
Rays
To dissarray
I can reign
In array
In a way
That braises
Those in the way
I rose
At dusk
As dust showers
A presence with
A towering essence
I reckon
My wreckage
Has a message
Make haste
Or you will ruin
My hue in tune
With my shoes
Blues tone
Tutone
My red bones
Wouldn't break
If you through stones
Whose on?
Rock solid boulder
I smolder
I decide
When to explode
I can mold
Or stand bold
My manifold is manifested
In my crest
The formation maker
of multanimous nature!
I decide!
Devastation
Or Resignation?
Devise a planetary Invasion
or
Reassign my placement?
I think this nation
Is destined
To be the destination
For infestation
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 12:37 AM UTC
I had this dream last night
In it we were at my grandparent's
I was home and surrounded with a flawed sort of people
My flawed sort of people
And I was totally preoccupied
With my weight and the space I take up
And the joy of their company was lost on me
If I went home today that is how it would be
I would be preoccupied
Life would be lost on me
The number on the morning scale
The number of my worth for that day
A number with the ability to crush me
And tape me back together
A power no individual has
Just that number
I want to reassign my values
Outrun this whole mental knot I have tied
But I can't
So I keep the company of other's disorders
In treatment
Still
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
I am the blank page here, before you. An empty book to write at your will. And As this scene unfolds before you, memories pen stroke your cheap thrill.
As these words crash, and collide upon my barren page. Full of fragments of thought... full of moments of wonder.
You close both eyes, and open the third, just enough to see the splendor.
The words stain and etch upon the fiber of my being. Seeking, what they might leave behind.
A story perhaps? You close your eyes and redefine, and reassign the unrefined.
Feel the roar of the breeze as you clench your eyes. As she writes in me, she writes in you also.
An imprint in your thoughts. Whilst just symbols upon me. But How the power of symbols, on the mind can be.
You hear voices in your mind and the subject of time, is far more unconvincing than you could ever find.
For me, time is only of what has been written. For I do not possess thought or an abstract ambition. People come and go, and leave imprints in me. Of life, and love, and what solace can be.
Imagination wants what reality can't offer, a vision perhaps for which you desperately tether.
I know this too well, tis' a familiar feeling. As these markings in me are known also as writing.
The recipient finds meaning, which is forever undivided.
And I'm again a blank book, whose fate is... undecided.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
“It’s fraught,” he said.
BOOM! Wrong pronoun
They would disapprove
“We should…”
BOOM! Not us…
BOOM! Not me!
They them us
He she we
I myself me
Redefined reassign
People can change
In an instant or a lifetime
Language evolves
Evolution is slow
Give it time to grow
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
I feel your presence shift past me.
To you, I am simply a memory.
A memory that has been tarnished throughout time.
An enemy perhaps.
To me, you are a ghost.
Stuck in time, without the knowledge of this collective reality.
Stuck in a cycle of decline and reassign.
You stand in limbo, observing your own mistakes.
But in your created reality, there are no such mistakes...
A ghost broken down by their choice of travel,
But blames the damage on the road itself.
You can only twist a story so far before the pages tear and split.
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
Kaput Scripted
The top boss carved the account up some more
He put in place an extra step so no duplicate accounts were made
This was fine in the managers’ eyes an extra layer of a layer
And it created work for a back office guy making those accounts
It was his job to do it not the call centre agents
If they made a new account they got beasted and fired
It was easy to create a new account yet full of risk
Send the details to your TL and then in the form
So back office has it and will make the account
The account will be made and sent to your TL
Who will reassign it to the rep that made the call
No double accounts no confusion yet more stress
Adding to the wait time while the rep does compliance
Completes a needs assessment vets the customer
Sends a promo approval to his TL who sends it
To the manager who sends it to the client
All the while the patient customer holds like a fool
When all this is done and the account is sent over
The closer calls the VT team who complete the sale
If the DM has funds on a working card all is fine
If any step fails the whole thing collapses
What a nice time for me to be endorsed
To a different version of my old healthcare account
No more sales on a failing B2B account
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 8:47 AM UTC