Life In Bluish Green
Fantastic, neither subject to excessive joy
nor dramatic depression, immobile all day
long while researching terms for my texts
no emotional response to the outside world:
achieved my object of becoming a machine
Checking statistics without anxiety, a single
focus on my text and the four walls of reality,
no concern about any other thing on earth -
the opportunity to enjoy the peace and calm
normal people feel working without interruption
Satisfied with the visible part of life, Stoicism
at last, no floating on a dream nor sinking in-
to black nothingness, life in bluish green, no
third voice to make comments, the scenery
arranged in Framework 2 without my help
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Things To Be Conquered (Revised)
So emotionally drained, trapped in the passion
of fresh challenges and new techniques, the
tension of exploring financial alternatives, the
nervousness in confronting your anger when
explaining problems caused by language you
used when I made mistakes
Counted my many blessings in bed, felt better
but couldn't sleep, arose, switched on TV -
the film ‘Insidious' - a mansion full of strange
events, a psychic telling the family of a place
for tortured souls - oh dear, there goes my list
of many blessings
Or maybe the list has just grown longer as
life is enriched by imaginings of spectres
and things that have to be conquered
through dreams of beauty and love…
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True 007 Style
Joyously discovered my thick blue pen
writing in many colours can be my new
talisman, a necklace accompanying me
to the library as a blue aura around my
black-clad person, marched back to the
office in the same grim determination
not to eat anything that will aggravate
my too high cholesterol levels
The only food left so bland I prefer not
to eat at all, tried to take the blue pen
off for writing but the grey of my T-
shirt threatened to swallow all light
and delight; necklace-pen has to stay
repelling all black and grey - it also is
a secret weapon à la Q
The James Bond inventor, I can blow up
my boss so only her smoking shoes
are left - in true 007 style -
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Most Romantic
Rituals are wonderful, the marvellous ritual of
greeting beloved landmarks, when we were
small my sister and I used to greet a bridge
we passed frequently, I greeted a house
resembling an over-decorated cake
Nowadays I greet three wonderful white houses
as we drive to work, wondering about impressive
styles, how could their forms have evolved - the
third being the most romantic: a Baroque wall
with a glimpse into a sloping garden
Just a whiff of a gigantic house, luxurious, sprawling,
green poplars all round – whenever my attention
wavers and I do not see the last glowing white
residence so impressive; I feel cheated, can’t
wait for tomorrow to say hello…
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I See A New Scene
Physiotherapist advice, neck to be fixed,
moving like an Egyptian backwards only
I See A New Scene for the Government
Service Opera; a line of civil servants in
front of computers - a bell rings and all
move their heads in Egyptian style
Wagner's Valkyries arrive on their flying
steeds singing ho-to-jo - and when civil
servants fall forward, dead in their chair,
a Valkyrie flies them to a special Govern-
mental Valhalla where they are treated
to an eternal Governmental Indaba
A Vision and Mission Statement event
at a dusty lodge, endless speeches fol-
lowed by team-building games; all acted
out with great gusto to warn civil servants
not to die in their chairs…
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A Passing Glance
Madame La Pompadour took hold of
my document, an anonymous letter to
the President descrying him as well as
the Government, and used it to attack
the kindest of beings in the office
building - I saw red - went mad
Exploded like a bomb, shouted like a
banshee, jumped up and down, nearly
burst a vein, muscles tightening with
hatred - deep, red, deadly - welling up
inside me for such nasty arrogance; ‘tis
a real test of character for me
To be free to CHOOSE my actions - I'm
turning the other cheek since I am such
a cheeky person, putting my power be-
hind the principles I believe in, choosing
the path of dignity - ugliness never is
worth more than a passing glance
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Hermit-Existence
Rereading “Ageing is an Attitude” I laughed
when realising that what the author depicts
as the more reflective, slower lifestyle of the
elderly, applies to how I have lived from my
youth; no wonder I do not see the distinction
between young and old and what has to be
changed with increasing age
Now I happily settle into my hermit-existence
with more self-confidence - relishing my best
Cinderella-dreams as the most glorious vision
I could conjure knowing manifestation would
only have spoilt them; glad that remaining as
I am is the best thing while dreams shall lead
to ever more magnificent visions
‘Aging is an Attitude’ Cecil Murphey – AMG
Publishers,2005
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I Know My Problems! (Revised)
They create TV series showing people under
emotional stress continuing their work - well,
according to books people do that, probably -
ideally - but I can't, I can't do a thing
Reality is unbearably powerful and big, my
alternative universe is small, unreachable, high
hopes I had of being able to deal with this day
evaporates under that heady realisation
No problem at home has been resolved, only
clearly labelled, painstakingly filed - for later
attention - meantime, I have work on my
desk - yet my mind refuses
To complete circuits required to bring about
logical thinking, looking up things and writing
down lines; but at least I know my problems
are psychological
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Tales Of Horror and Suspense
Madame Pompadour honoured us by graciously
informing the Department a terrible bug bit her in
the neck during the night, must have been Dracula
we immediately surmised, she a Damsel in distress
trying her best not to waste her time with the rest
of us plebs in the open-plan office, her door must
have been open and the evil monster attacked
perfectly on cue; mesmerised by the marvellous
adventures of our haughty Madame keeping her
head high while one event is followed by the next
incident; her list of original excuses is growing and
soon we shall publish a book delineating the lovely
progress of her exciting life, enlivening bureaucracy
with tales of Horror and Suspense!
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A Unique Melody
The flowers work beautifully, small yellow
ones forming the background for a soft purple
touch, the golden leaves and orange-yellow
explosions on the right, calming my eye
Green bottles a perfect accompaniment to
the little colour symphony being played by
my lovely flowers, the tune soothing, the
sweet piccolo notes in yellow on the left
The noble purple violin, Violetta singing in
La Traviata, the contrabass and wooden
instruments on the right, no deep notes,
no disharmony, helping me concentrate
Looking up terms without anxiety, even got
coffee illegally, happily working on the list
of terms for a construction project, flowers
keeping me company - a unique melody
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