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Portrait of Angelia



Some people are just beautiful both inside and out.

It was just a pleasure to know someone like Angelia who was a registered nurse working in a long-term care facility in Ridgecrest, California, USA. When asked if geriatric nursing was her niche in life, Angelia responded,  “I just enjoy helping people in general . It wouldn’t matter what I am doing.”

Angelia, however, admitted to a goal: to work at, in pediatric oncology at Children’s Hospital Los Angeles. She had volunteered with Children’s Hospital as a summer camp counselor every year for six years. Angelia said that the cancer patients participated in all the same activities that any normal child would: archery, hiking, riding horseback riding, arts and crafts and swimming . “It’s just a fun summer camp.”

Angelia believed, based on her performance record as a volunteer, it would not be difficult to get a job there in the future.

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Sonnet 24


Cloud Formations

Pilots are inexorably tied to weather. Under certain conditions, it would be certainly hazardous to fly. One day, when I was working at Edwards, one of my pilots was standing and staring at the weather. I stopped to watch him. It was so organic. His entire being was going up there, and he wanted to understand it, that day, to it’s fullest. The weather report would not be enough. Like a businessman reading the file on a prospective client, like an HR person reading about a prospective hiree, a farmer looking to see if it’s time to plant and of course, a sailor wondering where the prevailing winds will take him.

Sonnet XXIV

Just remember, if you crash because of weather, your funeral will be held on a sunny day. – Layton A. Bennett 

You stood there and gauged the patterns of air,
the clouds and the turbulence. Yet, the wind,
not robust enough to tousle your hair,
was able to make clarity rescind.
To and fro your eyes scanned the perilous
landscape. In your mind, a scenario
evolved, with way too many mischievous
heroics to feed your growing ego.
Then you pitched up into the nasty sky
as if you were controlling the weather.
Regardless of the conditions up high,
you would return on wing without feather.
Thus, as each day goes by in your young life,
you reappear to your offsprings and wife.

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I am responding to the prompt, “Write about a memorable encounter relating to work .”

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POETICS: Workin’ For It

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Dysfunctional


Rihanna - Her Beat Up Words

Dysfunctional

It’s nothing but a thankless job,
giving you my tears.
I mope the evening away
wondrin’ where you are.
Then I hear your ring
your voice,
your needs.

I’m the artist who could
showcase you:
a framed work of joy.
To  break from your reins
sweats out  my mind.
It’s like  my own work,
my will
my time.

Encased in a holo cave
echo of your drumming heart.
So then, one day,
No more.
I won’t be there.
Don’t count
on me calling back.

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Write2Day–Labor Day Prompt

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The Gooseberry Garden

Poetry Picnic Week 30: Doubts, Fears, Inhibitions and Hesitations

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