by Ryan Lee King
The following collection of poems capture my thoughts, my dreams and random life events that occurred throughout 2010. Beware! A helping of bad poetry lies below. If you happened to enjoy reading them, let me know! If you really enjoyed them, why not purchase a copy?
January 2, 2010
Why are there no plugs in this place?
One or two yes but otherwise no trace!
You expect people to come, sit and spend?
Even if you've got a good coffee blend,
People expect you to have outlets here,
Your lack of available plugs won't endear,
At this point, it's too late to change,
But don't you think the lack is strange?
It's a serious inconvenience to be sure,
And will detract from the cafe's allure,
But hey, that's the choice you made,
I know there's no hope for an upgrade,
The patrons will voice their discontent,
Because we're human and we must vent!
January 9, 2010
A Long Slumber
The wolf stretches from a long slumber,
Immediately plagued by thirst and hunger,
His surroundings are not as he remembers,
The fire pit filled with long-dead embers,
The forest clearing had become overgrown,
His old paths no longer were shown,
While he had slept beneath the night sky,
The years apparently had gone by,
It made no sense, but it wasn't a dream,
The wolf wandered over to the old stream,
He peered into the waters wondering what he'd see,
His reflection was familiar but older to some degree,
He hopped across stones to the center and stood,
How this could happen wasn't understood,
He bowed his head and drank from the river below,
He satiated his hunger on a passing doe,
Afterward, he jumped in the river for a little swim,
There he pondered what else had changed around him,
Eventually, he ventured back to his old clearing,
There was no wildlife in his range of hearing,
No squirrels, no birds, not even the hoot of an owl,
To break the silence, he let forth a long-held howl,
Something was off but on what he couldn't lay his paw,
There wasn't enough information for a conclusion to draw,
With his tail up and his muzzle to the forest floor,
He ventured further into the forest in hopes to learn more,
January 13, 2010
To swipe my debit,
My bank will soon charge a fee,
Five dollars a month.
January 16, 2010
What’s the weight of a customer’s wrath?
Well let’s just do the math,
They buy your product by choice,
Business spreads by their voice,
If they’re happy, business will grow,
If they’re not, they’ll let you know,
Customer negativity tends to spread,
Not an easy thing to put to bed,
Continued unhappiness causes churn,
Stocks drop, and reputations burn,
Listen to what the customers say,
It might save your business one day,
January 23, 2010
Just because I can’t make everyone happy,
Doesn’t mean what I’ve created is crappy,
It just means everyone has their own taste,
And on their dislike, time I shouldn’t waste,
That’s not to say I don’t appreciate the feedback,
But you’ve said your peace now step back,
It bothers me you kept pushing your view,
But the time for change is ultimately through,
If you’re that adamant, then don’t look,
Go back to writing instead of playing on your netbook,
Everyone but you seem to adore the new design,
You know what? That’s perfectly fine.
You’re entitled to your opinion,
But over the design, it has no dominion.
January 30, 2010
Everywhere I look someone’s getting a pink slip,
It’s a rather difficult reality to swallow or grip,
People who’ve worked hard for years asked to leave,
It’s so hard to fathom, so hard to really believe,
Whole teams and organizations getting the ax,
Obviously, it’s hard for any of us to relax,
My boss unconvincingly says I should be safe,
But my team’s already felt the pangs of a fatal strafe.
The economy is bad, and the holidays are practically here,
With people losing jobs how can we have holiday cheer?
Massive job cuts at the holidays just aren’t right,
I thought the holidays were supposed to be merry and bright,
Strangers and friends both feeling the brutal brunt,
Instead of spending time with family, they’ll have to job hunt,
I feel for everyone that’s going to get hit,
The job cuts are absolute bullshit.
February 6, 2010
Eight More Hours
Just have today to get through,
And boy do I ever have a lot to do,
Just eight more hours to go,
Somehow, I just know they’ll go slow,
Maybe between the work and the meetings it’ll fly,
But nothing can guarantee they’ll quickly pass by,
On the eight hours to come, I try not to think,
For if I do before long, I’ll want a drink,
The busy work itself isn’t so bad,
It’s the people and their decisions that drive me mad,
Just eight hours to the end,
That abyss I fully comprehend,
If only I can make it through today,
Then everything will be A-Okay.
February 10, 2010
The deadline wasn’t nailed.
The brain is fried.
Too much stuff,
I’m to blame,
Should’ve done more,
February 13, 2010
I just had to get out of that place,
People could easily see it on my face,
The small stuff was adding up quick,
The pressure was getting pretty thick,
For just a few minutes, I had to escape,
Else my nerves would need more than tape,
It doesn't always get to me like that,
But my fortitude today was falling flat,
February 20, 2010
It was one of those days where everything was due,
With the time I had, it would be a lot to get through,
Today, at least, procrastination had to be pushed aside,
Because my schedule was tight, and my nerves fried,
So right from the start, I knew that I had to get busy,
The key was keeping focus and not having a tizzy,
I must say at first everything was going quite great,
Then out of nowhere I got tasks that just couldn’t wait,
With all that I had last second meetings come along,
Plus, I had to verify all my calculations weren’t wrong,
Stuck at my keyboard and shooting off tons of email,
It was going to be a long day, that I could already tell,
At last, lunch was coming, and I could get a break,
Yeah right! Thinking that was a delusional mistake,
After taking 5 minutes to go and get something to munch,
I returned to my desk to work through my lunch,
So, nearing the end, I finally could see the proverbial light,
To the end of the day, I surprisingly managed to fight,
Somehow, yet strangely, it all managed to get done,
So, when the precious 5 o’clock came, it was time to run,
February 27, 2010
The chaos that is my life,
The sheer drama and strife,
The fire drills at every second,
The people that continue to beckon,
The malarkey that happens each day,
The stress that turns my hair gray,
The trashed men’s room stall,
The absolute humor I see in it all,
March 6, 2010
I tried to clear my head, but it didn’t work,
The aggravation and stress are driving me berserk,
I’m like a prisoner trying to escape my own Alcatraz,
Gah! I shouldn’t let it affect me as it has,
I shouldn’t worry about events out of my control,
Because doing so levies a hefty toll upon the soul,
It’s all too easy for the chaos to swallow us whole,
Even easier for the stress to turn our happiness to charcoal,
I generally do well to prevent stress from taking hold,
But occasionally my guard drops, and it gains a foothold,
Should I be caught complaining and acting like a maniac,
Do take a moment to remind me to breathe and step back,
March 10, 2010
Look at the multitude of lines,
Hundreds of people of all kinds,
All with the same goal in mind,
To get the latest electronic find,
People and their need for toys,
For the record, it's not just boys,
Lots of money ready to exchange,
From a distance, it's kind of strange,
Each a devoted fan foaming to buy,
Hoping the store has enough supply,
Some have camped out overnight,
Others there at the crack of light,
Cut in line, and you'll be dealt a slug,
They need their technological drug,
March 13, 2010
A cold, sterile room,
Metrics and analysis,
A business meeting.
March 20, 2010
Mort De Stylo
Don't you hate it when your pen dies?
At least for me, it's something I despise,
The words are gliding along just fine,
And then wham! You've got a translucent line,
A good shake of the pen gets you some ink,
But it's back to translucent in a blink,
Tried and true, you lick the tip and try,
But that blasted pen is still dry,
You scribble circles with your last shreds of hope,
And then you look down - NOPE!
That damn pen has written its last bout,
The darn thing has finally bled out!
It's never good when a pen meets its demise,
Don't you hate it when your pen dies?
March 27, 2010
Two Thousand Ten,
I know IT installed you,
But that doesn't mean I like you,
April 3, 2010
Ah, the beach,
Finally, in reach!
Low tide in the marshland,
In the distance waves and sand,
In the air the smell of salt,
Into the ocean, I'm ready to vault,
A quick check-in then off to play,
Wow, what beautiful day,
Seashell hunting at its best,
Waves crashing at their crest,
Seagulls squawk and soar,
People walking along the shore,
My son and I enjoying a swim,
The ocean moving us at its whim,
Sunscreen on hands and backs,
Finally, ample time to relax,
Freedom from everyday hassles,
Work is merely building sand castles,
An afternoon dolphin tour by boat,
Pelicans that effortlessly float,
Tasty boiled Georgia shrimp,
On the portions, they didn't skimp,
Despite time seeming to zip,
It was a lovely little trip,
April 7, 2010
Maybe I don’t get blogs,
Hell, for that matter vlogs,
Journaling I get,
It helps us writers get our feet wet,
It expresses what we see and how we feel,
It’s a canvas to write about fantasy and real,
It’s a non-judging page,
And for our characters a private stage,
It’s ours to solely keep,
To smile over or weep,
But blogs and vlogs are for all to see,
Whatever happened to diaries being just for me?
Why public? Why share?
Why broadcast your life over the air?
I guess I prefer to keep close to the vest,
I guess I’m not like the rest.
April 10, 2010
End of Vacation
How bittersweet is a vacation’s end,
A return to work is just around the bend,
When it began, time was standing still,
The prospect of a vacation was a thrill,
The moment it started, it took off quick,
The clock spun at a breakneck tick,
I lost track of time the longer it went,
Now I look back to see the time I spent,
It’s almost over, and that’s sad,
Just a few days more, I wish I could add,
But alas my vacation must sadly adjourn,
Too many things are waiting for my return,
April 17, 2010
What does one do with a website,
With one that’s lost its guiding light?
When content once loved is now a task,
The passion for poetry is its only mask,
The traffic is almost nil and dying,
Silently it sits lonely and crying,
Now the question itself is hard,
For it’s not something I can discard,
My poor little site must have a use,
For I’ve had it too long to cut it loose,
This decision fills me with such anguish,
I can’t let the site just sit and languish,
Oh, what to do oh what to do,
What that is I haven’t a single clue,
April 24, 2010
Waiting for My Neo
I sit looking out the window
Wondering when my neo would arrive,
Somewhere out there I know
It’s on its 500-mile drive,
Every few minutes I check
To see where my little neo is at,
It must be an obsession
Cause I know, I shouldn’t do that,
The wait is something awful
But there’s nothing I can do,
I would imagine with every owner
It’s a wait we all must go through,
Across the country I see it moving
But far too slow for my taste,
With all our modern ways
Couldn’t it gain a little more haste?
Meanwhile in the mundane
I sit uncomfortably waiting,
In my daily routine
I’m constantly anticipating,
My excitement grows
When I see that it’s near,
My little neo
When will you be here?
By the time I get home
The delivery time has passed,
I open the front door
And it's here- at last!
May 1, 2010
I guess it was time to simply unplug,
I felt reality's not so subtle tug,
Inevitably I'm always on the network,
In cyberspace, I always tend to lurk,
Sometimes my fault other times not,
It seems to be today's happening spot,
So, integrated we can't ever get away,
Technology is pretty much here to stay,
In our busy lives, it sounds like treason,
But they do make an off button for a reason,
Occasionally we all need a small break,
If nothing else for our own sanity's sake,
May 5, 2010
Is that my phone ringing that I hear?
Hmm. No? Must be trickery of the ear,
It’s common to have the same ringtone,
Every time I hear it, I think it’s my phone,
I try to have a ringtone that’s unique,
I wonder if that brands me a geek?
It seems my unique wasn’t quite so,
So, when I hear it on my phone I go,
And of course, it tends not to be mine,
At the end of the day, I guess that’s fine,
When I hear my ringtone, I turn my neck,
Of course, my phone I still must check.
May 8, 2010
I can't believe I managed to solve that,
It was like pulling a rabbit out of my hat,
I hadn't the faintest idea what I was doing,
But I figured it out after some reviewing,
The big problem was a fuse that had blown,
And somehow, I managed to fix it on my own,
I'm by no means a mechanic for my poor car,
But I kind of think I deserve a gold star,
May 15, 2010
This place is hauntingly quiet,
A whisper would be considered a riot!
Signs of people are nowhere to be found,
The ventilation system makes the only sound,
I'm curious yet hesitant to explore,
I'm holding off until I move to my next floor,
This office has a whole different feel than my last,
I would venture to say almost stuffier in contrast,
I'm certainly trying to keep an open mind,
But I can't help but feel isolated and confined,
It's probably because this place is just new,
And as a result, my perception of it is askew,
Like it or not it's my new office space,
Given time maybe it too I'll embrace,
May 22, 2010
2010 Gulf Oil Spill
Enough of all this freaking oil,
There’s only so much nature we can spoil,
Marshes and beaches that once were pristine,
Now will take years to come even close to clean,
The extent of the damage is becoming vivid,
The whole sight and idea of it makes me livid,
Turtles and birds dying a senseless death,
All due to hunger, poison, and suffocated breath,
After a month of gushing, it’s hard not to harshly judge,
It’s pumping barrels upon barrels of hazardous sludge,
Top hats and top kills but no true solution in sight,
Our only hope is a company that acts as a fly by night,
Even after all this we still grant new offshore drilling,
The thought of this happening again is just chilling,
What is wrong with Washington and Capitol Hill?
Stop drilling already and clean up this damn spill!
May 29, 2010
It is here. It is there.
What am I talking about?
June 5, 2010
We've been together for quite a while,
And you still make me smile,
I'm at a loss how you accomplish this feat,
Must be the perfect combination of tart and sweet,
It’s amazing to believe we've been together this long,
Undoubtedly, our path together wasn't wrong,
Expressing how lucky I am is rare, I know,
Sometimes the right words just don’t flow,
But I cherish the time I have with you,
Even with all the things we've been through,
I'm blessed to have you as my bride,
For you, I feel not only love but also pride,
Thank you for loving me as you always do,
My precious sweetheart, I love you.
June 9, 2010
War on Terrorism
How do we have such little regard?
Have our heartstrings become cold, black and hard?
Revenge has become America's black mass,
How did we become so crass?
A prayer for the dead,
Of course, should be said,
Hatred and aggression, we are giving,
Shouldn't a prayer be read for the living?
This war threatens to be long,
Life will endure for life is strong,
Behind their faith, they hide,
We fight cause of ruin and pride,
May all be forgiven for what we do,
I pray soon it will all be through.
June 12, 2010
Amid simple flutes and beating drums.
I feel my soul being set completely free.
Wait. What am I doing? Are those hums?
Amid simple flutes and beating drums.
I take the evening as the evening comes.
Beneath the moonlight and the oak tree.
Amid simple flutes and beating drums.
I feel my soul being set completely free.
June 19, 2010
A leap of pure faith,
To know the risk and still jump,
A hard choice to make.
June 26, 2010
It takes dynamite to get my son up and out,
It sure as heck can't be done without a yelling bout,
He likes to leisurely get up on his own,
But if we wake him, he'll complain and moan,
If we manage to get him out of his bed,
He'll fall asleep at the table while trying to get him fed,
Getting the boy dressed is the next hurdle,
That by itself is enough to make your nerves curdle,
Extricated him from his red blanket is a task,
All the while in new complaints we get to bask,
Eventually, we'll get him out but not without ample sass,
So much for making it on time to church or class!
July 3, 2010
Talk about being spread thin,
Can I do it all and really win?
Oh, who the bloody heck knows,
Guess we’ll see how it all goes,
I’ve got two hands and five pots,
If I tried all at once, I’d be in knots,
I guess it’s all about little hunks,
Instead of doing it in large chunks,
Time management is the key,
That and buckets of caffeinated tea,
I’m pretty sure I’m nuts,
That or I’ve got ironclad guts!
July 7, 2010
Old Friend’s Engagement
So, my old friend calls to tell me her boyfriend proposed,
And I’ve got to say she was amazingly composed,
They’ve dated for what’s seemed like forever,
Honestly, I was beginning to think he’d never,
But to our surprise, he popped the question,
When he asked, I wish I could’ve seen her expression,
She recounted to me the entire event,
And of course, she gave her complete consent,
To their future union, I don’t contest,
In fact, I’m so happy for her and wish them all the best,
I can’t help but think of years ago,
It’s amazing all the blessings and curses that life did bestow,
I remember back when we dated in the past,
For us, it was friendship, not romance that was to last,
I remember back to our chorus class,
And all the notes we used to pass,
It’s bittersweet to think of things back when,
Things have changed so much since then,
We’ve grown up and walked our own way,
Which brings me back to the excitement of today,
She now starts a new chapter in her life,
And for him, I think she’ll be a wonderful wife,
May life provide, and love see you through,
Congratulations to both of you.
July 10, 2010
The Birthday Blues
Here you are another year older,
And treat your birthday progressively colder,
You complain about your increasing age,
It’s not the end; it’s simply another page,
Worry about age you shouldn’t never,
For you look just as beautiful as ever,
How can you be old when you’re growing?
Let’s leave “old” for the all-knowing,
Your life should be celebrated and filled with joy,
Like a child who received their most wanted toy,
It’s not your age you feel but your emotions worn,
No matter how you feel, I’m glad you were born,
I’m blessed with the moments we share,
I cherish them and hold them close with care,
I look forward to the years ahead with pride,
I know I’ll be happy because you’re at my side,
So, don’t let birthdays become glum,
Birthdays are the promise of happiness to come.
July 17, 2010
Text and Drive
Behind the wheel,
Because you may not see,
The vehicle before you stopped,
July 24, 2010
A Soul’s Rebirth
The sunlight warms the frozen soul,
Like a flame igniting from ashen coal,
One moment stark and silently still,
And in the next vibrant and all too real,
Embers past relight the spirit today,
Life reborn from the withered decay,
Old dreams regain their lost hues,
Creativity once more starts to ooze,
The soul reformed stands anew,
A long-awaited rebirth well overdue.
July 31, 2010
Behold technology in all its glitches,
Blinking lights and faulty switches,
Bits and bytes running completely amuck,
Batteries that like to totally suck,
Bolts and screws falling off and missing,
Broken CDs and corrupt hard drives hissing,
Backups that fail,
And lost email,
August 7, 2010
Doesn't Add Up
Religion isn't like math,
You can't calculate the best path,
There are no algorithms to tell you where you belong,
There are no proofs to tell you if you're wrong,
There are just too many variables to question,
The truth can't be derived using some algebraic expression,
Religion just isn't something we solve or compute,
Belief goes beyond obtuse and acute,
Faith isn't something you can divide,
No formula exists to help you decide,
What value to your life can religion add?
What solutions are there to be had?
No models or logic in religious hearts,
It would seem religion is more than the sum of its parts.
August 11, 2010
Is it enough to keep me going?
Especially, when it all stops flowing?
Am I really that passionate about prose?
If so, why is it so difficult to compose?
I can’t say my ideas must be written,
It’s not like my ideas have me smitten,
I mean some I think are cool and neat,
But none of them keep me in my seat,
I do dream of my novel on a bookstore shelf,
But the real question is, do I have it inside myself,
I’ve got lots of ideas and stories floating in my head,
But will any of them knock a publisher dead?
I’m happy writing for pleasure yet I want more,
But is a contract something I can truly score?
To achieve that and more, do I really have the stuff?
I really must question if my writing is good enough,
August 14, 2010
Came in this morning not looking forward to the day,
Then what they said filled us with anger and dismay,
Everything breaks, and for hazards, there’s no pay,
“Take front-line calls now” they casually say,
Now we've got headsets on to keep the supervisors at bay,
Here comes the boss screaming and getting in the way,
Their metrics look poor, so they think we’re all at play,
So, when they come to harass us, we all just scream “okay!”
August 21, 2010
Homework time again,
And he gets under her skin,
Her favorite time.
August 28, 2010
I'm ready for my dose of freaks,
Not to mention my dose of geeks,
DragonCon has once again come,
It's a blessing to its con-goer alum,
I can't miss this once a year event,
Believe me; it's time well spent,
There I can be with my own kind,
I can be me, and no one will mind,
I wish it were longer than 4 days,
But those 4 can certainly amaze,
September 4, 2010
Sacred three or sacred nine?
What's the Source's design?
Futhark, Ogham or Tarot cards?
Druids, Ovates, and Bards!
Irish Gaelic or Scot?
Candle magic or knot?
Sun rituals or moon?
With nature commune!
Use expensive tools or cheap?
Chamomile or Valerian for sleep?
Handwritten or typed page?
September 8, 2010
A long day that doesn’t have an end,
Speed up clock, and I’ll be your friend!
Seconds feel like minutes and minutes hours,
The remainder of the day quickly sours,
Like a prisoner pulling at their cell bars,
Like a rock star smashing their guitars,
I’m going stir crazy darn fast,
The time before me feels so very vast,
Let me out! Let me out! I want to go!
Why is this day going so bloody slow?
Come on clock, go ahead and move,
I’m not the only one who’d approve,
Hurry up! Hurry up! I want to leave!
Clock, I beg you for a one-time reprieve!
September 11, 2010
I get the feeling something’s wrong,
Like somehow, I don’t really belong,
I can’t point out any real reason why,
Like shadows in the corner of the eye,
The whole thing felt odd from the start,
Now I feel like I’m just acting the part,
I tend to wonder if I’m really a good fit,
Between the answers of yes and no, I’m split,
There are almost too much posturing and show,
There’s also so much politics to hoe,
For the change, I was initially psyched,
And for a while, it was something I liked,
But now I must question the move,
Do I deep down still approve?
September 18, 2010
Upon his bike with white-knuckled fear,
His head down and eyes beginning to tear,
The fear of falling racing through him,
The prospect of trying is just too grim,
His knees too weak and his skin too pale,
We try to encourage him but to no avail,
Like a statue, the boy just won't budge,
Through his emotions, he tries to trudge,
He wouldn't even look up from his stare,
All he seemed to do is simply sit there,
Eventually, he decided to put it away,
Determined that he'll try another day,
September 25, 2010
Both our bane and boon.
Dependence or an Addiction?
October 2, 2010
Senses of Music
Feeling is quite a sense for all beings great and small,
It makes us who we are, be it shy or having brazen gall,
The feel of music moves a musician’s instrument along,
It’s what controls and pushes musicians on violin to gong,
The feel of music can be refreshing, cool and smooth,
To the most surprising or rough, and can even soothe,
Taste is how we judge things that nourish us all,
It can make us happy or can make our tears fall,
The taste of music is what flavors a musician’s tone or song,
It tells the musician that with flavor no piece is wrong,
The taste of music can be salty, sweet, and light,
To the spiciest, tangy, and can even put up a fight,
Sight is how we perceive the world’s wild and extensive trove,
We travel around the world just to see and rove,
The sight of music is what water’s a musician’s mouth,
For it can be found east, west, north or south,
The sight of music can be bright, colorful and broad,
To inspiring, taunting, or can be made into the sod,
The smell of music is a fine perfume scented with care,
With every parchment or drop of ink emotion is there,
The smell of music can attract a musician from miles,
They’ll sniff out that tune using all their wiles,
The smell of music can be fragrant, pleasing and bold,
To the mellow, potent or can even have a lingering hold,
The sound of music carries emotion in every beat,
It pushes through frigid cold and any intense heat,
It is a tale told in rhythm of beat,
It can also keep you bolted to your seat,
The sound of music can stop a person in their track,
Or, give musician’s whiplash in looking back,
The sound of music can be beautiful, soft or pretty,
To tear-jerking, eye-opening, or even curiously witty,
Senses are special to all beings whole,
For these are the musician’s goal.
October 6, 2010
This Old House
This house we own,
Oh, how it makes me groan!
My wife loves the thing,
Oh, but what a headache it can bring!
Electrically challenged in every way,
New cracks and holes appear every day,
Septic system flooding my workspace,
It’s always something from roof to base,
We fix one thing to have another break,
I wonder if buying this house was a mistake,
I hate this house more often than not,
But no matter it’s the house we’ve got,
It’s not all bad that I’ll admit,
But some days it’s a piece of shit,
All I can do is bear it and grin,
Cause there’s no way I can win.
October 9, 2010
Why do I feel this
October 16, 2010
Full Schedule - HA!
When I say my
Schedule is full,
Life likes to laugh
And yell “bull!”
What happens next
Sends me into fits,
Yep- my schedule
Is blown into tiny bits,
When I think I
Can’t get any more,
A plethora comes
Strutting in the door,
The more I protest
The more comes in,
Me and my schedule
Aren’t destined to win.
October 23, 2010
Onto smaller boats.
As the unsinkable sank.
The great Titanic.
October 30, 2010
Job Cuts Revisited
Death hangs in the air,
The ax has hit Customer Care,
Everywhere I look there’s dead and dying,
People angry and crying,
The body count is high,
Co-workers and friends below me lie,
From the ax, they couldn’t hide,
I’m left feeling torn inside,
Sorrow for all who were cut so deep,
Relief that my job I got to keep,
Nothing will be the same,
All for the sake of some numbers game,
I know not what to say,
It’s been a bad day.
November 6, 2010
Nanolanta Pandas gather,
Into their laptops, they type and blather,
50,000 words - the bare minimum goal,
The 30 days slowly taking its toll,
Word wars at every ebb and turn,
Their fingers tire and burn,
Their sanity has already begun to slip,
but AngryGodPanda has the whip,
For these Pandas, it's do or die,
It's about getting those word counts high,
Across the finish line, they'll proceed,
Even if their fingers must bleed,
Nanolanta Pandas finish what they begin,
They will win, yes, they will win.
November 10, 2010
I can’t believe it’s already moving day,
Goodbye is such a hard thing to say,
I’ve been in the same place for years,
I’ve gotten really attached to most of my peers,
My desk is emptied, and everything’s in a box,
I leave my orphaned desk keys in the locks,
I straighten what’s left on the desk and push in the chairs,
With boxes in hand, I make the solemn trip downstairs,
I pass through Security and on to my car,
It takes a few trips but at least it isn’t very far,
Etching it to memory, I take one last look around,
My final moments here are about to sound,
I say my goodbye to my peers and friends,
In a bittersweet twist, my time here ends.
November 13, 2010
The hours slowly grind away,
Leaving echoes of the endless day,
Minutes just drip on by,
Forcing me to deeply sigh,
There doesn't seem to be an end,
Time's an enemy, not a friend,
Why does time sit so still?
In waiting, there's no thrill,
Let work come and go,
And let my personal time slow,
Let me relish the time that I choose,
The precious time I hate to lose,
If only it worked that way,
Time wouldn't grind away the day.
November 20, 2010
On calls, most of today,
But you know what? That’s okay.
For the work week is finally at its end,
It’s not over yet, but I can pretend,
That’s not to say I’ll be able to lounge about,
Because errands have already begun to sprout,
There’s always an event or two to attend,
And of course, with family, there’s time to spend,
But with all weekends there’s some portion that’s free,
Where I can kick back, relax and be me,
During the week it’s hard to relax,
Because inevitably I get stressed to the max,
While yes, the weekends are extremely short,
They do provide some measure of mental support,
Friday means the weekend is finally near,
Now all I must do is persevere!
December 4, 2010
Got the post-NaNo blues?
Just a sad puddle in your shoes?
Alas, there’s no hotline to phone,
But know you’re not alone!
There are things you can do,
What things are all up to you,
Don’t sulk secluded in your hovel,
Start a new novel!
Don’t suffer from brain rot,
Work on a new plot!
Don’t give up the fight,
Start a rewrite!
Still unsure of what to do?
Form a writer’s group near you!
There’s plenty that can be done,
Just remember to have fun!