Quotes about secretary, page 12
Boko
I am Boko but,
'Kofi A. Annan' was the seventh Secretary-General of the United Nations;
And like the muse of your love in the land of the living!
But, the untapped resources are now seen around you.
This city's wall is so high!
This sweet love os your muse is so far!
This lovely lady of mine is so beautiful!
But to open up the case again was like the toughest job at hand! !
However, i was bold enough to stand the case.
There is no light here for me to do the joy,
So i hav to wait for the sun!
For the secret of this love rests in your own hands;
And like the untapped resources around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Monday
Monday is one day I maybe could do without.
Has a lot to do with the long work week no doubt.
All the problems I left at the office last week
Are still on my desk and oh how they reek.
Between phone messages and emails it's a disaster.
No matter how fast I resolve them they grow even faster.
One client is so angry he is going to sue me.
I lost money on him and didn't know even he knew me.
My secretary went home sick and I have a hunch
That more can go wrong and it's still before lunch.
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poem by Gregory Huyette
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Thirty Years Behind the Wheel
That fall morning after an
Ali fight on
Free TV, all was
crisp, raw, October
gold & burnt
red. Got a permission
slip to leave school early, returning only to
offer my shocked
friends a ride home. No one
there to instruct me into taking my
lefts too sharp, step
on it, or keep both hands on the
wheel. 'Looks like you finally learned how to
drive, ' sd.
the uniform, pen in hand, Secretary of
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poem by Cretan Maineiac
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Welcoming a new Day
luxuriously petalled peonies soft
and warm like multi-layer skirts
ready for sultry flamenco dancers
and pom pom girls in the fields
riveting exotic orchids
confident and unflinching in
their uplifting shapes and hues
a savoir fare you have always
wanted in your secretary
crocuses graceful as a
ballet prima donna
arc-ing her hands and torsos
to ready herself for her
enthralling spiralling
strident leaps and turns
and those unassuming
soft gentle morning glories
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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It Is An Indifferent Cruel and Stupid World
It is an indifferent cruel and stupid world-
The Ayatollahs preach genocide
And a hundred nations are hosted by them-
The U.N. Secretary General dignifies them by his presence
Though they have consistently deceived and lied to him and his predecessors-
They preach a medieval exclusive fanatic narrow-
minded doctrine of world domination
as they conceal their race for weapons of mass- destruction
and are traded with and toasted by the Chinese and Russians-
They promise to continue the Nazis work by other means
And the allegedly non- aligned do not contend with them
Shame on these racist haters
And shame on their collaborators
Shame on Humanity
For our having such contemptible creatures among us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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My Wishing and Hoping Of My Two Children
When I became a mother, I was wishing, and hoping, to gain knowledge.
I was studying reading, spelling, self learning. To educate, them. And
have a good job, for themselves. At the meantime. I could not do it
without my husband's help.
I did it" and my wish came true: Also I thank my husband Peter, He did it all!:
Our son Louis DMD, is a Pharmacist, also dentist. Our daughter works for DCI
as an Executive Secretary. I am a grandmother of two boys, Christos and Peter, Theodorou.
I had no help from my background. I work very hard to learn words; at
the same time to get along with other people I used to put my children
to sleep. After that, I was studying English or sewing for living:
poem by Pota L. Stylos
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Afgani Chowkar-Karez Collateral Damage
Flashpoint Afghanistan
October 2001 U.S. gunships
machine-gunned cannoned
target remote farming village
Chowkar-Karez collateral
damage killing an estimated
93 civilians over successive days
a Pentagon official was moved
to respond we quote “the people
there are dead because we wanted
them dead”. U.S. Defense Secretary
humanitarian not Donald Rumsfeld
briefly commented “I cannot deal
with that particular village”.
Thus we scan rare cop out guide
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Where is the Justice?
Smother! !
A house filled with pain
Bottled up emotions
Afraid and worried or her children
Soothing and comforting
For what the end result would be
The mental, emotional and physical abuse
Obviously to break down
Making life hell for her even at school
Who was to know?
That his jealousy would lead to this
A true story
Of how clergy would lie for the wrong of their colleagues
They met at a school
He a teacher and she the secretary
She was the ideal wife and mother
A daughter in a million
On that fateful day he struck with intention
For many days
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poem by Persian Khushi
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Protocol
Whistles of the wardens blew,
The highway was vacated
From the vehicles,
Three bikes went away hooting,
Two jeeps passed in a blink
With the uniformed men,
Pointing Kalashnikovs
To all sides around,
Then five imported Mercedes
Headed in formation,
One ahead, one at the rear,
One left and other on the right,
Protecting that was in the center,
Afterward passed
Two fully armed vehicles,
With alert
Professionally trained personnel,
At last passed swishing
Two Mitsubishi Ambulances,
Tracing the track.
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poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Madly In Love
If you want to talk to me
You'll need an apointment.
You can't see me unless you talk to my secretary.
I'm on the 10th floor
Ready to jump.
If you don't want to see me in a million pieces.
You might want to call me and tell me you love me.
Get in your beat up old truck,
and come to my appartment and stop me
From making the biggest mistake of a lifetime.
I can't stop, my mind is racing.
A million and one thoughts conjuring.
She love me.
She loves me not.
She walks up 13 flights of stairs,
comes to 323,
unlocks the door.
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poem by Brandi Young
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