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No Means No!

No means No
It doesn’t mean ‘maybe’
Or ‘go on – let’s try’
It doesn’t have a ‘yeah but’
Or an ‘if’ or even ‘why’
It doesn’t mean ‘in a minute’
Isn’t negotiable; up for dispute
And it certainly just doesn’t mean
‘Who cares! Do I give a hoot?’
It means precisely what it says
A clear decisive ‘No’
A statement that needs nothing else
For No means strictly No!

No Means No!

No Means No! (Photo credit: danielsouzaluz)


Why nowadays can we not say
How sorry that we are
Without the use of legal speak
That doesn’t go so far
As even to acknowledge
Or accept the fault we’ve made
To find it in our hearts to feel
The trauma we’ve conveyed

Why can’t we simply stand and say
“I’m sorry” and just that
Without the added addendum
And silly tit for tat
Of “I’m sorry for the feelings
That you’ve had; that you have felt”
For in essence that does not accept
The pain that was then dealt

And so these non-apologies
Might save a little face
But they certainly aren’t imparted
With regret or any grace
Instead they say “I’ll watch my back
And not accept I’m wrong”
But simply say the words you want
To stop you going on!

And so the ‘sorry’ loses power
It doesn’t mean a thing
But states quite categorically
That contrition is missing
And humbleness is faulty
The truth will hide away
And lessons just have not been learned
With no remorse per se!


Admin Mountain

There’s a place called admin mountain
A heap of paperwork
All piled so high with all the stuff
From which we like to shirk

Brown envelopes with invoices
Memorandums listing jobs
Letters that require attention
To cause convulsive sobs

Bills, demands and statements that will
Drain down the money bank
Reports, research and info that
Bustles in the ranks

Paper piled high to get sorted
In time for the deadline
Oh the joys of admin mountain
Let it wait! Now where’s the wine!

Mounting bills Project 365(2) Day 142

Mounting bills Project 365(2) Day 142 (Photo credit: Keith Williamson)


Inbox Insights

Each day in life our inbox fills
With mails from far and near
With letters, bills and sometimes junk
Though some are held quite dear

And these just make the difference
They jump right from the screen
The text that comes in happy bites
To make the grass seem green

And the sun shines that bit brighter
Grey clouds then blow away
As spirits lift from written words
To wish a happy day

For their senders care and cherish
That their mailings are perceived
As a dish that sends much joy besides
With hope and love received

So each day in life our outbox
Needs to echo far and near
The letters that we’d like to get
The ones we would hold dear!

English: George VI Postbox, Scorriton Letters ...

English: George VI Postbox, Scorriton Letters only for this box. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)