My cluttered desktop
My desktop is as cluttered as my brain:
Lens cleaning wipes, two Handshake vouchers,
Visa receipts, envelope that contains
Tickets for a tragedy by Shakespeare
Outrageous fortune
And a thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to
ARTix passport containing free coupons
For music, the theater, film and dance,
HP inkjet print cartridge that I won
With an old bingo 50-50 chance
Death of a salesman
Loman’s solo tragedy
Fate was even odds
A card reminder for an eye exam;
An unopened pocket tissue package;
Three incomplete poems and rubber bands;
A senior magazine with a torn page
I don’t like the frames.
I never use the damn things.
Should I title them?
Will my desk ever be neat and tidy?
No! Unless I have me a man Friday.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Stuff
The realization has just fallen:
Her birthday card to me has been
Hidden on my desk-that
Cluttered mess of books and stuff (count: I) -
And since last August I forgot
That it was there.
[Over time, I oft overlook the opus words that
Make life more marvelous, less mundane.]
Have I been too worried with myself? Does she mind
My mind still figuring, still learning stuff (count: II) ?
The craft card on my desktop counter
Sits still. It is opened, words re-read.
And 'til next August,
There it rests.
As always,
Every word is a delight.
poem by Antoine Lavoisier
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Had Cell Phone Been
Had cell phone been,
In Shakespeare's age;
Would there have been,
Deaths in tragedy's page?
If Romeo and Juliet had,
Their personal hand set,
They could have talked,
And never been so upset!
Juliet must have given,
Romeo, missed call, on and on,
Romeo, rining her back,
Would not drink the vial of poison.
It might not turn into a tragedy.
Rather we could tell it tragi-comedy!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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City Under A Thousand Lies
Tragedy is the front page story
A city drowned under a thousand lies
And everyday we waste stalling
Is another day we loose a thousand lives
No one really seems to care
Everyone seems to want to leave them there
The city is going down in despair
And no one really seems to care
As long as it doesn’t happen to you
It’s just another front page story
Can’t really explain just how wrong that is to me
The agenda is stuck in the dirt across the sea
When the disaster is in our own backyard we aren’t ready
Quicker to act
On a battle attack
Across the world
Than thousands dying
Right here at home
Way too late to save anything
Obviously it’s too far gone
Tragedy is the front page story
Sell every fucking copy you can
The city is drowning under a thousand lies
And everyday we waste stalling
Claims another thousand lives
Caught on camera the deepest misery
Anarchy and despair everywhere
And yet even though it’s the front page story
No one really seems to care
poem by Jake Warren
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I can't to dance
I can’t to dance
I can’t make it chance
I can’t to be very fine
I can’t forgot my pine
I can’t to dance with fate
He is nothing anyway
He is so depressed
He is so angry
He don’t make me free
I can’t to dance with fate
He don’t give me be fair
He don’t love better life
He is so closed mind
I can’t dance when I’ve believe to my lord, my destiny
My Lord saying every time
Dance with death if you want
Hey I can’t to dance
I can’t to make it chance
I can’t to be very fine
I can’t having better life
I came to my brain
I am alone now, every said
I can’t dance with people
I can’t chance them
Nothing change for me
They can’t to see
This is not usual dance
This is about anything I had
I didn’t had happy side
I lived with pine any time
I can’t dance with my life
Any people don’t know why
I can’t enjoying of my life
I am just alive
This is not a one told
This is mind alones know
poem by Aidin Azarkerdar
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Tragedy occurs when a human soul awakes and seeks, in suffering and pain, to free itself from crime, violence, infamy, even at the cost of life. The struggle is the tragedy - not defeat or death.
quote by Whittaker Chambers
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Tragedy
(Emmylou Harris/Rodney Crowell)
Some say it's destiny
Whether triumph or tragedy
But I believe we cast our nets out on the sea
And nothing we gather
Comes for free
I would have paid down through the years
A price beyong rubies beyond tears
To keep you safe with me
But your suspicion and your fear
Your vow to let nobody near was your trinity
Such a tragedy
I drew the best hand you'd ever hold
Then cashed my winnings in long ago
Settled for silver how could I know
You were waiting with the gold
I could have caused your heart to yield
But I was only a disturbance in the field
Of your dreams
And I will never see you cry
You won't be with me when I die
A waste of you and me
A tragedy
We took the wrong train to
Kingdom come now
No more damage
Can be done baby
It's just what the world don't need
It's another stinkin tragedy
That's how the story goes
Our chapter's coming to a close
We are history
But I will always think of you
Every day until my days are through
You made me believe
In tragedy
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Tragedy is nothing new
I am still in love with you
Tragedy is nothing new.
I still don’t understand you
Tragedy is nothing new.
I still feel sad without you
Tragedy is nothing new.
I still can’t make love with you
Tragedy is nothing new.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Vice President, Chauffeur, Butler In One Day
It was the year 1989,
I was in my twenties looking quite fine,
older man Dave would use pen to sign,
contract to prevent envelope co.
from printing my greeting card Valentine.
Harvey who wrote “Swim with the Sharks”
had a salesman I left scared in the dark.
Salesman didn’t really know,
contract that says not to show.
To make this happen
I went to the Secretary of State,
Incorporated under
Sue Chevalier Originals
as the name.
Then I bought a suit for big tall Dave,
made him my
Vice President, Chauffeur, Butler
all in one day.
Driving down highway 280 we did get lost,
but luckily we found the envelope office.
Company door handle was in big gold letter M,
I walked through it with Dave my friend.
Going into a board room with world map on the wall,
sitting at a large board room table amazed with it all.
Then salesman walks in with himself and no pen,
I pull out a fancy one which I did lend.
Then Dave, salesman and me all did sign,
a Confidentiality Agreement sealing this date in time!
Laughing with a Score representative whose retired & old,
he said “Envelope co. can’t touch my designs with a 10 foot pole.”
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.17,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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If a cluttered desk signs a cluttered mind, Of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?
quote by Albert Einstein
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If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what is the significance of a clean desk?
quote by Laurence J. Peter
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If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what is the significance of a clean desk
quote by Laurence J. Peter
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What then is tragedy? In the Elizabethan period it was assumed that a play ending in death was a tragedy, but in recent years we have come to understand that to live on is sometimes far more tragic than death.
quote by George P. Baker
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Open Book's Monologue Part 2: Perpetual
Perpetual
Eternal
Immutable
Irrevocable
Enduring
Etched in stone
Engraved with blood
The words of an open book remain
The book cannot write itself, but it is a series of stain after stain
Of ink and blood to paper writing a story that cannot be changed
Nor altered, nor made a happy, if tragedy destined to be
Tragedy it shall be, and tragedy for me
If love to be, it shall be, but this will not come
If death to be, it shall be, and shall always come, for all things under the sun
Will one day perish, wither, and die
One day decay will find this spine, and air make page fly
One day ink will fade
Destroying all that was so carefully made
But this is not the cruelty
The cruelty is that the story is immutable
The ending certain
The cruelty is a book is unalterable
The ending the book strives for- in vain
It is GIVEN an ending, with which it has no say
And to this end it SHALL come one day
poem by David Knox
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No one uses a ribbon typewriter any more, but your final draft is not the time to try to wring a few more sheets out of your inkjet cartridge.
quote by Lynn Abbey
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Singer Songwriter Poet
you are the singer
you are the songwriter
I am invisible poet
together we
are prodigy
portent music
you are the singer
I am the poet missing
part of your soul
the tragedy of missing parts
usually missing parts stay missing
lost incomplete never merging solo mystic
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Paper Cuts
Endless duplication of lives and objects....
-Theodore Roethke
I have known the imperial power of secretaries,
the awesome indifference of receptionists,
I have been intimidated by desk & typewriter,
by the silver jaws of the stapler
& the lecherous kiss of the mucilage,
& the unctuousness of rubber cement
before it dries.
I have been afraid of telephones,
have put my mouth to their stale tobacco breath,
have been jarred to terror
by their jangling midnight music,
& their sudden blackness
even when they are white.
I have been afraid in elevators
amid the satin hiss of cables
& the silky lisping of air conditioners
& the helicopter blades of fans.
I have seen time killed in the office jungles
of undeclared war.
My fear has crept into the paper guillotine
& voyaged to the Arctic Circle of the water cooler.
My fear has followed me into the locked Ladies Room,
& down the iron fire stairs
to the postage meter.
I have seen the mailroom women like lost letters
frayed around the edges.
I have seen the Xerox room men
shuffling in & out among each other
like cards in identical decks.
I have come to tell you I have survived.
I bring you chains of paperclips instead of emeralds.
I bring you lottery tickets instead of poems.
I bring you mucilage instead of love.
I lay my body out before you on the desk.
I spread my hair amid a maze of rubber stamps.
RUSH. SPECIAL DELIVERY. DO NOT BEND.
I am open-will you lick me like an envelope?
I am bleeding-will you kiss my paper cuts?
poem by Erica Jong
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A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.
quote by Jean Racine
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Vice President, Chauffeur, Butler In One Day
VICE PRESIDENT, CHAUFFEUR, BUTLER IN ONE DAY
It was the year 1989,
I was in my twenties looking quite fine,
older man Dave would use pen to sign,
contract to prevent envelope co.
from printing my greeting card Valentine.
Harvey who wrote “Swim with the Sharks”
had a salesman I left scared in the dark.
Salesman didn’t really know,
contract that says not to show.
To make this happen
I went to the Secretary of State,
Incorporated under
Sue Chevalier Originals
as the name.
Then I bought a suit for big tall Dave,
made him my
Vice President, Chauffeur, Butler
all in one day.
Driving down highway 280 we did get lost,
but luckily we found the envelope office.
Company door handle was in big gold letter M,
I walked through it with Dave my friend.
Going into a board room with world map on the wall,
sitting at a large board room table amazed with it all.
Then salesman walks in with himself and no pen,
I pull out a fancy one which I did lend.
Then Dave, salesman and me all did sign,
a Confidentiality Agreement sealing this date in time!
Laughing with a Score representative whose retired & old,
he said “Envelope co. can’t touch my designs with a 10 foot pole.”
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.17,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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The mark of a good marriage is partnership and continuing to feel inspired by your spouse. I had that with Tao. But the end is not necessarily the tragedy. Staying in a relationship that is no longer working is the tragedy. Living unhappily - that's the tragedy.
quote by Olivia Wilde
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Funeral
I want to have my funeral
But first I need to die
But not an ordinary death
You see
I want one filled of surprise
One death that no one would expect
One that’ll beat the rest
Of the
Out of the ordinary deaths
A death that will show the pain I hide
One that will make people tremble inside
To see that a little girl could hide
So much trouble and hate inside her mind
One that’ll have me on a bed
With rose petals all around my head
My wrist all cut up at the vein
A death that’ll make me look insane
It’ll have them saying
“maybe she hit her head”
For the death expressed too much
And set a feeling of depressed
Maybe a death
That’ll have written on my chest
All the things that “you knew best”
All the things I failed to see
Because they never were facing me
A death is called a tragedy
But not when nobody can see
That the tragedy was meant to be
Like the sun is meant to set each day
And how the moon never seems to stay
poem by Jennifer Alejandra
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