"reassigned" poems
There lived, beneath a hanging leaf
A Ladybird called Annie
Who hated being female
And daily, cursed her *****
Her voice was deep and baleful
Her shoulders, broad and strong
By right, she was a Boybird
Just her genitals were wrong
Her family rejected her
She alive alone, ashamed
Until she met a Dragonfly
‘Salvation’ she proclaimed
For every bug and critter
When feeling below par
Would visit Doctor Dragonfly
In his empty pickle jar
Just maybe he could help her
With snip, a tuck and stitch
She’d not be Annie any more
Tomorrow, she’d be Mitch
She lay down on the table
And a beetle knocked her out
The doctor took his knife in hand
And bustled all about
With suture made of thistledown
And sap of pine for glue
He reassigned her gender
But the best that he could do
Was not a lady, not a man
But somewhere in between
And, as he used some aphid parts
The ***** were small and green
Annie never changed her name
It didn’t seem quite right
Her family still shunned her
She slept alone at night
The only insect in the field
With ***** ***** and *****
Even hungry birds avoided
Ladyboybird Annie
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:43 AM UTC
Drifting away from the stars
I watch my decisions sway
Look at all this decay
I cannot make my mind
Drifting away from the suns
I am confined and resigned
My fate is designed
When the stars aligned
I am just so blind
Drifting behind
I want to be reassigned from mankind
Maybe one day I’ll find my mind
Maybe it will be refined, defined
But today I’m drifting
Shifting in this world
A peal in an underworld
Drifting away from the cosmos
Maybe one day it will be clear
But right now it’s foggy and dark
I just want to disembark
I may be quitting but right now I’m just
drifting
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
Selina grew up in an orphanage
she was a *******
her father disappeared
after the Great War
her mother
dead from poverty
She was a Catholic
of the highest devotion
she loved Jesus
and Saint Joseph
and after she was
past schooling age (14)
she went off
to serve as a maid
for a good Catholic family
she wanted to be a nurse
but circumstance dictated
that she never could be
not enough school,
then, when she was 17
the 2nd Great War came
and women were needed
to work the steel mills
and shipyards
of Stockton England
she got a job
painting bombs
she signed little things on them
like,
take that ******
but the job
caused her asthma to flare
so she was reassigned
as what was then known as
a postman
clopping around the streets
happily delivering mail
She met a man
named John Hartley
and she intended to marry him
her friends warned her
he's a bachelor,
a woman hater,
but he was also
quite the handsome soldier
they married
after the war
and had five children
three of whom
became nurses
proud tears falling
like rain drops
a life of hardships
which she batted away
with Christ as her shield
summed up
by her
giving her children
what she never had
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
Something simple
to begin:
Your winter coat hanging in my doorway
blue wool buttons and frayed edges
with one dun hair
clinging to the collar.
you left me with these things.
three kisses goodbye
under a streetlight
The first tasted like every flower blooming in every summer,
every blackberry, every honeybee at the screendoor,
the skirts of every rainstorm, distilled and drank.
The second felt like committing something to memory.
The locking of a jewelry box, the pressing of a leaf,
twisting of a ring; the way in which a muscle remembers.
The third was a hesitation. You had already reassigned me
as a bedtime story, counting these things like sheep.
We stepped over the threshold between now and once.
Your coat hanging in some other doorway
hanging from your thin frame,
packed away in a box until
until,
what we are now is arbitrary
lengths of time and distance.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
I mouthed beer breathed approbation
at the invited wonder of your sister's sweatered *******
the tableau set then,
for such delicious beginnings and shaky revisions,
once I left the "look but do not touch" misgivings
amongst the litter of a thousand such instructions
I borrowed that hazel eyed angel for a night
rescued from drowning in a clear bottled wasp trap
the fattened marital photo was covered,
alternating friends corrected and reassigned
their alibis and frightened lies
while heaven was briefly in our sights
and we shook and screamed the clearing of our names
from every future Christmas list
and yet
clearance comes only once inventory becomes stale
and folds around your wintered house,
offers no plan to buy or stamp a route to someplace else
slow submissions rattle my pen
this is no season for love and there is no reason to begin
other than there, in the shadows, where portraits breed desire
and while mirrors shall dream of falling
I am not through looking yet
for while fun and feuds begin with *******
an ending always screams attention
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
The world above her shined,
And wonder filled her eyes.
Nothing could mess with her mind.
The clouds were reassigned,
New creations rised,
The brighter the world shined.
She laid there as the clouds combined.
She stayed calm and the moon cried,
Nothing can mess with a simple mind.
Just the peace of mind,
That flies.
The brighter the world shined.
The sun fell from the behind
The wonder appeared in her eyes.
Nothing can mess with her mind.
The night soon ended,
Closing the girl's clock that controled her eyes,
The world above her shined,
Not even sleep can mess with her mind.
~Kaylie
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
so..like what we discussed the other day
'to feel so infect-able'
i mean, cool concept and all but
you said you get it and-and that's how i feel
you know ; all of the time
... like my brain is open and unprotected
floods of **** other guys say or **** i read online
stuff doesn't even make sense
they're just chewing on a mouthful of teeth
and it imbeds
gets right in the jelly and sticks around
and it has nothing to do with anything
but i'll spend the day with my mood crumpled
about some nasty 'piece of shit' directors
behaviour on a film set ... when ...you know
it's not even a film i'm interested in seeing
and-and there's so much **** right at our front door
we could help with that
but.. it's this irrelevant stuff
that's what i'm occupied with
am i just that vulnerable ? i'm an adult..
i should function without this damage
... get back to me as soon as you can ; i'm freaking man !…..
you know what ?
this is what's important and this is why we talk
friends .. in the real world .. you know such as it is
...left mucking stale turns before dawning a birth
pleasing as drawing in a vital breath or something...
...i just.. i just want it back
re-sleeve me
i miss the world
why did it leave me behind ? remind me
i looked in on it and there's no **** hotel in here
no airport lounge / midnite swimming pool /
abandoned zoo / empty theatre
no hollow feeds of subway tunnels
no void on anything
where's my basic program ?
not even a grid of human planted fir trees
or a giants causeway
or some cellular honeycomb
or some mad carpet design
i lost the pattern tap
i'm off the leash man
it's all a mess
a disarray
organic chaos
a foreign something
that doesn't want me to connect
i want to live like i’m part of the solution
but each day in struggle
it seems i'm increasingly an aspect of the problem
i need to be reigned in
and reassigned a post policed
police me i croon for policing
i am untrustworthy
an emulsion of self deception
(what does that even mean ?)
spinning turns in quick fix habits
i look at these hands
and if I could dream these hands
they’d be magicians of value
get back to me man ! i miss yupping with you
this is the important stuff
- message ends
Jun 14, 2024
Jun 14, 2024 at 2:12 PM UTC
The battering ram of the underclass cruelty had left pocket marks in his dark skin as the quarrelling customers threw down cash just to ****** it back up as though they were bartering against each other for due time and money owed. He did nothing, save sit there and blink. I thought to myself it almost looked as though he was counting each second in the brief flutter of his eyelids. Open and closed they went, up and down, on and on. The two men were still bickering, each insisting the other owed more than he. My orange juice had begun to sweat in my hand, and I was anxious to eat my late night snack. I considered quietly persuading the two boisterous fellows to conclude their business and exit, but I feared what form their anger might take when reassigned to my annoying interjection. Saying nothing, I waited, testing my own patience and hoping fiercely they could move along. Some fifteen minutes later when all insults and insinuations were spilled out into the open air like oil into the ocean, the duo finally exited and I made my purchases, thankful to be rid of their company, and as I left I saw him sitting, stoic, still blinking rhythmically, not a word nor breath escaping his lips.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
I see them there from time to time
Slipping through cracks in my mind
With faces that look just like mine
Only a slightly different kind
Somehow we're separate, yet still entwined
Yet when people ask, I say I'm fine
Perhaps I'm slowly in decline
Cause when I'm gone without a sign
Someone else is always next in line
To make sure our life does not unwind
I guess between all of us combined
It looks as if everything's aligned
But are they really so benign?
I'm sick of sitting on sidelines
There's too many for me to confine
Each wants their chance to outshine
To have control of our life's design
One little slip, and I'm reassigned
It's hard to fight them off sometimes
It can be so easy to just resign
And let them have their way this time
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 10:57 AM UTC
You told me once
of the distinctive jingle
that announced my station
when I could steal away
for a few moments
to speak
to see
to connect
Over that long distant airwave
You told me I was one
of two
the other your son
who you wanted to know
was on the other end
so you could be certain
to take the call
I wonder
have I now been
dismissed
replaced
discharged
reassigned
to a lesser status
Or would you still get a tingle
if you heard my jingle?
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
Many days we celebrate, from history to elf
But did we dedicate a day for ourself?
A day to calibrate, summarize our life slate
A day to embark, the guided light in dark
A day of atonement, to reconcile with opponent
A day to cherish, the unnoticed that perish
Its obvious and vague at the same time
But prioritize your peace, rest can be reassigned
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 3:32 AM UTC
Mine is firm.
Has been confirmed.
And you have made the choice that my love isn't optional.
Designed and reassigned directly to you.
I'm like that song Ray Charles sung.
I'm a fool for you
And love to hear you say,my love isn't optional.
No choice need to be made.
You sealed the deal with just that phase.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
when reassigned, the man
oblivious to his current privacy
calls on his few belongings
to become
the well trained animals
of his previous
transience
and is carried
sleeping
by them
to a place
far, not far
with two questions
for magic
light as an itch
in the body
of a god
whose assassin son
owns only
what he can store
as regret
in the animal
mind
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
Native American, once called Indians were reassigned to a reservation.
Slaves, once controlled on a reservation.
Many Jews placed within a concentration camp during World War II.
In America, was Asian American assigned to some too.
But the question remain.
Where have they been?
To state, they been mistreated by anyone's hands.
They have suffer less.
But complains more.
And for what?
Because they don't control things like once before.
When have they ever had to enter through the back door.
Or refused service at the dining room counter.
While they complain about rights being stepped upon.
When we aware those facts are simple case of pure fiction.
Those that been treated wrongly.
Have in most ways been more kinder.
Where in other countries?
Can you witness Americans soldiers seated with the Nazis?
But your own soldiers treated wrongly.
They fought them just as bravely.
But because of color refused service at the same business.
Oh, I must ask?
Where have they been?
What use to be great in their youth?
Seem only great because they won't address the wrong.
Some say, that just was the time they were living in.
What they must face?
Is those golden days of injustice doesn't exist anymore.
That they must face society is adjusting to facts.
Even if they don't.
And as things change.
They must ask themselves.
Where have they been?
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
That Crap
Same old **** on the account
Divide and conqueror defeated in battle
Wait till the account folds
Client pulls it out we can't wait!
All reps reassigned or leave
Something better than this
We are not made for this moment
We deserve better will be greater
Unless you want us to be depressed
And cry like puppies the account failed
There's more to life than sales
B2B outbound cold calls
Hey buy our service make us rich
At first we believed till we woke up
It's the same crap as the rest
Just dressed up differently
What we do next will be better
Cos we ain't doing that crap!
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 8:37 AM UTC
I’m stuck in between the two.
Trying figure out what to do.
I want to live this life on earth.
But I know the results of it’s worth.
Things happen I’m human right.
Then I should have human rights.
Live during the day and sleep at night
Yolo as a guidance tool.
No one never provided tools
The doctor never recited rules.
As a baby...I was born.
This huge world I was invited to.
I couldn’t wait to see what I can do.
But now I’m sitting here writing to you.
Years passed it has gone by quick.
Polaroid photograph just an instant click.
Images of my past I’m stuck with it.
But I don’t regret the facts.
Nor can I get that time back..
It’s okay....
————————————————————
The other half of me wants live right.
Walked out of darkness and found light.
I wasn’t a witness but I found Christ
In me is so bright because of his sacrifice.
His life for mines and now we’re entwine.
I have a new goal reassigned.
My soul is anew redesigned.
I don’t need to look back..no rewind.
A different me attached now I’m kind.
This is not a joke, a show, or an act.
No threads with needles...reattached.
Like the shadow of Peter Pan.
But this is not a make-believe.
I’m just a human made to see.
The world that God has made for me.
Made for us because “In God We Trust”
That’s what the American dollar say.
Currency is just money and we disobey.
It gives us what we need instantly so we pay.
With an impatient thief there’s no delay.
No matter how much crime weighs.
Do it everyday like it’s okay.
No ones perfect and neither is I.
I’m not getting anywhere..goodbye.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
Stop Fate
The agents go to work
The OM sends them home
90 minutes before EOD
The account is in the red
I know you all understand
Check your messages later
Your TL will advise you
If there is work this week
The reps are quiet
It wasn’t meant to be so bad
Some have been reassigned
To different accounts
They count down the days
Others want to save the account
By getting many more sales
You cannot stop fate
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 8:40 AM UTC
I was your domino
you set me up and
watched as I fell
as if I were a game
you had me falling over and over again
you watched as I toppled over myself
disordering my mind
as you reassigned
the order that I should fall in
once again
you stood tall
as I fell at your feet
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC