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Are you there? Hi there. I’m reading your poems now. Okay. Hey, why is there always a sad tone? ………. If you prefer not to answer, no problem. I was just asking. Forget it. ………. How are you today? ………. …She couldn’t reply. She was just staring at the monitor Her fingers rested on the keyboard Her mind couldn’t give a reason. She was struck by his question. Indeed, why is there always a sad tone? She asked herself, “Is it because I usually write when I feel low? Or sad themes are what I’m good in writing at? Or is it simply because I’m just actually sad…” Then she read again the poem entries she posted She sighed. She thought she was able to disguise the real pain With the plain words she used But damn! She didn’t seem to hide it after all. He saw it. He felt it in her words… But next time you feel sad Do come online and speak to me. She really wanted to cry Not because she’s sad again But because she’s glad That somehow Someone offers an ear That for
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Thank you for calling. How can I help you?

My first call for my December 9, 2009 shift came from a retired teacher. His name is Ralph. The call was generally about the performance of his six-year-old battery back-UPS where his MAC pc is plugged into. He fired up some software functionality and features inquiries which I believe, and hopefully, was able satisfy him with the answers I provided. He expressed his thoughts to the fact that APC (the company I work for) has no software that could enable him to adjust the configuration of his back-UPS through his MAC computer. Then he went on by explaining why APC should work double time to make the software features available for MAC operating system. Generally calls I receive each work shift are fine. Some cause me to “nose bleed” due to customer’s complex issue or problems. However, these situations are our way, as Technical Support Representatives, familiarize, learn and excel in the task at hand. But with this particular call, it was quite different. The technical aspect of
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A Greeting to Bashar

I’d like to paint my day With vivid colors Of the sun rays With the warmth and flavor Of brewed coffee With the scent Of the cold morning dew And with a solemn prayer Of wellness and gratitude… Pleasant thoughts and feelings Would add spirit to the canvass So I’d like to spread a smile By just letting you know I’m reminded of you Every time I paint Another day of my life’s portrait… August 2005
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Perpetual Springtime

Infatuation a time when the world seems in a perpetual springtime and the person of interest is nothing short of perfection. If all our days we live this feeling of infatuation Life would be such a joy But things turn differently As people get used to each other Then infatuation fades and is replaced either by true love, or disinterest. by Bashar Al Nasser, A Poet with Pinching Sense of Sarcasm But given the choice I would choose neither Not romantic true love Nor a disinterested one. Instead, I hope for friendship Friendship that withstands Any seasons of life Any differences in time And ways of living A Friendship that is perpetual And thrives around the world. by Jeremyran, a hopeless romantic July 2005
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Each day Becomes One Day Less

In his absence I began to ask myself if I was ever been enough I thought of all of those times we shared Did I value his ideas and insights? Did I recognize his fears and uncertainties? Did I give him the chance to soar high? Did I make him feel how I love him? Was he happy with me? Gloomy as it may seem But did I assure he had enough memories of happy times To reminisce in his solitude And to look forward to of carrying on? I never thought it would be as painful as this Pain is even an understatement I feel extreme grief and fear What if that would actually be the last time of seeing him? What if he’ll never be back? What if that was all the time for us? However on one hand Despite that extreme fear I have this overwhelming hope and prayer That each passing day Becomes one day less of waiting For him to come back home November 2009
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That Blissful Time

If my days should be over And be given the chance To relive some moments of my life Among them would be The time I spent with you… For just less than forty-eight hours You made me feel reborn I see the world differently now More blissful More colorful More full of life I’ve also realized I can be like this So weak in your arms Secured by your touch Calm by your side Fulfilled just by your stares I understand better now Some things aren’t that easy Some can really be so cruel Some wishes won’t come true Because life can’t really be perfect But still happiness would always be found I know things have to end In their due time And if it’s already time to for us To walk away from each other I would surely cry But no longer would I weep much I’ll just think of those moments That blissful time When the world was just you and me When you just held me tight When you made you feel so right When you made you feel so loved September 2005
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Please Tell Me

I’ve held myself From feeling this way Because I know it’s just not right But the more I bottle it up The more it struggles The more it conquers me But if I tell you now I feel the same way for you Then what? Would it make me happier? Would it make me feel better? How can I be? When I know I couldn’t get any closer to you I couldn’t cuddle you into my arms Because somebody else holds you dear How can I be happy? When I know I’m just satisfying myself With the little time you can afford me With the little space in your heart You can provide for me Tell me… How can I be? How can I be totally happy? September 2005
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