The Two Minute Manager – 1

One of the things that happens when you write a lot of haiku, is that you make friends with others who are similarly afflicted. One person I came across on my haiku travels is quite unlike any other… After many emails to agree an appropriate fee, he is writing a series for my blog, with complete editorial control of content… So please give a warm welcome to See Yi-Oh, management guru!

“Some people who consider themselves managers have read, studied and memorised the influential 80s text, One Minute Manager. Idiots! One minute isn’t long enough to take a dump. If these people had spent twice the time, they’d be twice the manager.

“Why not three minutes, or even ten, you ask? Because time is money, and you’re worth every penny. Even if you did have to ask that.

“I’ve agreed to post some thoughts here on what I’ve learnt from business, commerce and leadership, in two-minute digestible chunks. Forget the rest. This is the only management guide you’ll ever need. It will be packed full of insight to remind you why you’re the boss, and to take it to the next level.

“Why write it in haiku? Because time is money, and you’re worth every penny.

Haiku is a whetstone to sharpen your dull wits.

No flab. Read. Learn. Achieve.”

Always be well-groomed:
Your image is everything.
Sweat is for lessers.

The lessers will flap
(Panic, fret, freeze, moan, chunter)
Stay unflappable.

Practice the hard stare.
When asked difficult questions,
Wield it freely.

“More next week. Stick it in the diary.

“See you!

See Yi-Oh x

https://twominutemanagerblog.wordpress.com/

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Haiku – “Muse” & “Pen”

#1 –
Musing and mulling
The perfect combination…
But pen lies idle

#2 –
A nostalgic muse:
Remembering real pens
Rather than keyboards?

#3 –
Inspiration comes
With a change of perspective.
Pen tries to keep up!

Written for Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge, with the prompts of “muse” and “pen”. Check the other entries out here: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2015/10/26/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-68-muse-pen/

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Writing 201: Poetry #6

For today’s challenge, bearing in mind it is a Saturday we were asked simply to say a few lines on a poem that we love, that makes us jealous.

Mine is a poem from my childhood, that I have had the pleasure of re-discovering with my own children. Little Red Riding Hood, from Roald Dahl’s Revolting Rhymes, is a parody of the traditional Riding Hood fairy tale, ending in a decidedly non-traditional way…

The small girl smiles.
One eyelid flickers.
She whips a pistol from her knickers.

She aims it at the creature’s head.
And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead

There are so many reasons I love this. Hilarious use of rhyme. The unexpected twist. The hint of anarchy, using grown up words in a story supposedly for children. That imagery! Words that a child will remember into adulthood…

There is no other section of poetic writing that so encapsulates what I am trying to ultimately achieve with my poetry.

Here’s to trying 🙂

 

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Freedom (poem)

Freedom to fly, on wings made of dreams
Always believing life’s more than it seems

Freedom to walk, toes squelched in the earth
Aiming to rise above our own birth

Freedom to dance, with smiles on our hips
The courage to write and rewrite life’s script

Freedom to fail, and flourish, and thrive,
Daring to do more than simply survive

Freedom is knowing that one day we’ll die,
But living before, with heads held up high

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Written for OctPoWriMo Day 5 – a re-drafted version of an earlier poem on the theme of “freedom”

The Quiet Ones (poem)

This is for the shy ones, the quiet ones,
The too afraid to try it ones.
The hanging at the back ones,
The just don’t have the knack ones.

The timorous and tremulous,
Tethered to life’s pole.

The always do their best ones,
The nothing on their chest ones.
The calm ones, the still ones,
The even when they’re ill ones.

The doers and the triers,
Searching for their role.

This is for the nice ones, the kind ones,
The something on their mind ones.
The passive and the shy ones,
The wouldn’t tell a lie ones.

The downtrodden. The desperate,
Deep in fortune’s hole.

I hear you in the darkness,
With heavy heart and soul.
Take this helping hand in yours:
Together we are whole.

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Picture courtesy of flickr.com/photos/josemanuelerre/5370801264 / Creative Commons

Haiku Challenge – Inspire & Loss

INSPIRE & LOSS

The latest weekly haiku challenge from Ronovan, with the prompts of “inspire” and “loss”. After getting a bit of a shellacking for my awful punning last week, this week’s effort is a pun-free zone…

RISK
You inspired me
To risk everything that day
What a bloody fool

BETTER?
Inspiration here:
It’s better to love and lose
Said no one who lost.

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This Is My Freedom, Tell Me Yours (poem)

Freedom to fly, on wings made of dreams
Freedom to believe life’s more than it seems

Freedom to walk, toes squelched in the earth
Freedom to rise above our own birth

Freedom to dance, with smiles on our hips
Freedom to write and rewrite life’s script

Freedom to stand and lead the applause
Freedom to choose to heed our heart’s call

Freedom to fail, and flourish, and thrive,
Freedom to do more than simply survive

Freedom is knowing that one day we’ll die,
But living before, with heads held up high

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Friday Favourites – Giraffes Can’t Dance

I am taking part in Rhyming Picture Book Month, aka RhyPiBoMo (https://angiekarcher.wordpress.com/), and as part of this we are asked to share our favourite rhyming picture books every Friday. This week’s choice is very special one to me – Giraffes Can’t Dance, by Giles Andreae and Guy Parker-Rees. http://www.guyparkerrees.com/picture.html  

Gerald was a tall giraffe

Whose neck was long and slim,

But his knees were awfully bandy

And his legs were rather thin…

Every year Gerald dreads the great Jungle Dance, and feels ashamed that he cannot tango and two-step with the rest of the jungle animals. But then one day he realises that it doesn’t matter that he is different from everyone else–its just that he needs a different tune to dance to… “We all can dance, When we find music that we love”

This is a great picture book – it has a heart, great rhythm, warmth and humour. It will leave you feeling uplifted; possibly with a tear in your eye…

It is one of the few books that I can actually tell you exactly where I first read it too. When my (now 5 years old… wow, how did that happen!) son was 9 months old, we went on our first “family” holiday down to Cornwall. We stayed in a beautiful converted barn, that my son would crawl up and down endlessly, testing every door handle and cupboard within reach, rearranging the pots and pans, emptying the washing machine…!

Giraffes Can’t Dance was one of the books left for families to borrow during their visit. I remember lying on the bed, with my son lying perfectly still next to, as I held the book above us and read that story, over and over. As soon as we got home, I ordered our own copy. Wonderful memories, wonderful book.

 

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