I hate ties

Having worked for many years in clinical and business environments I have had a hate/love relationship with that modern Elizabethan accoutrement, the tie.



I hate my tie

dangling lifeless thing

that it is

hanging limply

useless strip of limpid

cloth upon my chest.



I love my tie

colorful and bright

male plumage

of the corporate club

the old school tie.



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A Poem on the MBS Acronym

The acronym MBS in my blog name stands for Master of Business Studies. The poem below comes up with some alternatives:

Mad - madly in love with poetry
Bad - purveyor of trashy and terribly bad poems
Safe - because on average a bad poet earns as much as a good poet i.e. $0.00

Maudlin - the feeling when that poem just won't come
Blah - the feeling when it still won't come
Serendipity - the inspiration that falls from above to solve M&B above

Muse - she that comes but not when called
Bouyant - the feeling when she does arrive
Satisfaction - the feeling about the end product.

Ciao

Grant aka drkelp

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Night Time Stealth Poetry

Why is night the time
To vent my spleen
Upon the page?

At night
The stillness creeps
entering
into my consciousness
like a stealthy cat,

Maybe the day is far to real
To allow me
To wander, explore and
Inhabit the place
That lies
Between my mind
and heart.

The place called the
Night Time Stealth and Poetry,
Arcade.

DK


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The Night Watch

Tears and worries
multiply through
the abyss of the night

But mornings rays
disperse the murk
and despair
and restores
the soul

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Books I gotta Have them

Book book book
Beside my bed
Book book book
Beside my chair
And by the window
On the floor
In old boxes
On the chair

Don't desert me
I will read thee
As you
Grow in number
More and more

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I and You are We

Between I and You
A Powerful Team
Is made

The Royal We
My friend
Is Us

And if you
Want to stretch
A point
For that is what
I and you
And we may do

Then the awesome
Famous
Infamous
They
Is us as well
In other eyes

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Winter Contemplation

Winter creeps in slowly
turning the sky grey
but my spirit
remaains undaunted
because
every season rewards
the watchful
business person

Snow rakes
toboggans
hot mead
skis
tropical holidays
and the list goes on
and on
and
on