Best Bureaucrats Poems
I reckon you could call me an old curmudgeon but that's alright!
I've been around four score and three and I have earned that right!
There are many things that annoy me but I'll mention just a few.
Hang in there with me as I attempt to get across my point of view!
Barkin' mutts and their inconsiderate masters drive me up the wall!
The droopy-poopy pants kids wear just makes my wrinkled hide crawl!
Cussin' in public by so-called ladies and gentlemen is so uncouth!
It annoys me that high-profile jerks don't set an example for our youth!
It nettles me when someone says they'll do somethin' and then they don't.
I'm annoyed with people who keep me waitin' which is usually their wont!
Careless drivers bug me especially jerks who think it's cute to tailgate,
And telephone solicitors who the serenity of my castle they desecrate!
I'm disturbed about those who flout the Constitution - 'tis an abomination!
It bothers me that we don't ask God's guidance for this troubled nation!
Pompous bureaucrats annoy me no end with their paucity of breedin'!
It rankles me to pay more taxes for which the guv'mint is ever pleadin'!
I ain't got no patience with a screamin' brat or a loud-mouthed dude,
(Nor people who murder the English language as I just did - it's so crude!)
I could ramble on and on ad infinitum about things that annoy me,
But I feel my blood pressure risin' so I had better let the subject be!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Not for the contest.
Upon Sarah Palin,
The media is wailing,
While economy is failing,
A woman will do,
For fault to pursue,
But as governor in her state,
Things are looking great,
Alas,,,,,ka,,,,,ha,
We make our own way,
We need no bail,
Bureaucrats heads to swell,
She’s beautiful and bold,
Said, I believe in love’s gold,
We will climb our own knoll,
In the Jesus fold,
Left office to end it,
As an Alaskan Inuit,
Standing tall,
Is all,
Before economic fall,
That is my call,
As Peter of old,
Went fishing, I am told,
For real gold,
Of God’s fold,
Found in mouth of fish,
I am told,
You haven’t heard,
The last word,
Of this classy,
Lassy,
La presidente,
Presente?
This is love’s call,
After the fall,
The economy and all,
Love can do it,
We may as well view it,
And as love pursue it,
The mind has tried,
By lies to provide,
By media’s wailing,
Not prevailing,
She keeps on sailing,
This Sarah Palin,
As the beast prophesyeth,
He lieth,
For profit of lust,
Not for any of us,
As,,,, at Sarah he thrust,
He is mind control,
For worldly gold,
Seeking riches of old,
For the few,
As death they pursue,
Nothing new,
Sarah Palin,
Not wailing,
She’s actually prevailing,
Sarah Palin,,,, Genesis,,,, Earth,
Give birth,,,,, Give birth!!
7-28-09 [email protected]
Imagine if you will,
a world of books where all the words
lead to the same place
no matter the beginning (no matter the middle)
A world where trees are never planted, never grow,
but always retain the same shape,
same number of branches, never varying
(not even a little)
Some don't have to imagine,
some want to make it true
Some want to mold us
into identical shapes and hues
(even if it's me,
even if it's you)
Some don't like the chaos that entails
in a society that is free,
but instead would prefer
micromanagement from above...
...to put it frankly, love,
they wanna flatten the sea
They don't like the mess that is You
The mess that is Me
They want to make an equal society...
...but how drab would that be?
To see a mirror-still pond
instead of a crashing sea.
To see a sky full of clouds,
all perfectly round
with none too small and none too big
They want to make things all the same
so let's involve the government!
Make every child a giant,
and every giant a child
Let politicians and bureaucrats
hold the measuring stick
(Family and Friends? Churches and Charity?
How ludicrous!)
They are the ones
with exclusive rights to the reins
You are just the pieces
of their sadistic game
...but they come dressed as an angel of light
with words so sweet it would make you cry
We want to make an equal society
Ha! I wonder why!
So as to challenge the pigs
of Orwell's Animal Farm?
"Some animals
don't deserve to be as equal as I."
We just want to make things fair,
a little here and a little there
Don't be so close-minded,
just give it a try!
But not everyone low
wants to be raised high
Not all who strive for height
wants to be chopped down
We are humans
We like to conquer mountains
by the sweat of our brow,
by the glint of our eyes...
...come whatever may,
we are persistent!
We are humans
We like the free ride,
to claim the spoils without ever needing to try
To be showered with everything
we could ever need
like manna from the sky
We are humans...
(no one ever said we were consistent)
Your governments throw your money to war,
But they have yet to even feed our poor.
Our roads are going to rack and ruin
But politicians cannot see what needs doing
They jump to fight the crimes of foreign states,
Whilst the crime at home reaches dire straits
They fly to fight for oils and earthly wealth,
While their own brothers wither through poor health.
Bureaucrats work through tall paper piles,
Bleeding your taxes with their slimy smiles,
Causing scandals and shocking news,
But the public is the one who’ll lose.
Now they nanny our very existence,
To which we are offering no resistance,
This is good for you and this is not,
Because our freedom we have forgot.
I distant memory it has now become,
A forgotten privilege forefathers won,
The right to choose our life and daily path,
With out the fear of high mighty wrath.
What will become of your children’s fruit?
When no longer they posses the choice of route,
Will they even have any choice at all?
Or will to the state all their choices fall?
I will be most blessed to be long frozen
If Trump comes back to the White House
Thoughtless Americans will have chosen.
When I die, I’ll be quickly flash-frozen
Escaping another term for that louse
I will be most blessed to be long frozen!
Can statesmen please put their toes in?
If Trump squeaks through like a mouse
Thoughtless Americans will have chosen.
I fear the disaster of America’s erosion
I can’t imagine more years of his spouse
I will be most blessed to be long frozen.
Consider four more years, just supposin’
More whining, more narcissistic joust
Thoughtless Americans will have chosen.
Can any administration take more exposin’?
More high-placed bureaucrats to be roust
I will be most blessed to be long frozen.
Thoughtless Americans will have chosen!
Written October 5, 2022
For more details, please see my Blog dated 7th April 11
'In India, a new Revolution is in the offing'
A New Hope shown by Anna Hazare in India
A new torch is there in your hands, dear Anna Hazare*,
A torch by which you are waking up the souls
Of millions and millions of our sleeping citizens.
To wake up and to remove the curses created by many of our
Corrupt bureaucrats and down to earth polluted politicians,
Such people inspire only directly or indirectly in my country
Violence, crime, corruption, and greedy coalitions.
No words are sufficient to thank you, O soldier of Gandhi,
As by non-violence, only Gandhi wanted to change the society.
God has given you an opportunity to do something,
O bold soldier
Several hundred thousands are standing with you and
Millions would join your campaign for removing the curse of corruption,
Effecting our country and many countries of the world,
All these are the result of ever-increasing greed and misdeeds of many such bureaucrats and politicians,
Such people are ruining many countries of the world by their
Ever increasing lustful temptations for money and greed for power and pelf.
In an era when the world is facing its new Renaissance of knowledge and awakening,
We salute your guts and efforts to bring a wind of change in my country.
Just keep walking with the torch of courage and hopes you have lighted,
As millions and millions more are waiting to join your efforts or
Waiting to start a campaign like this in every country,
As all the nations of the world are facing the tortures created by unworthy bureaucrats
and politicians.
Keep the torch high to light up the nation with a new light,
Our dear soldier Anna Hazare.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 08th April 2011
Anna Hazare* . Anna Hazare is a 73 years old man and one of India's
well-acclaimed social activists. A former soldier in the Indian army,
Anna is well known and respected for upgrading the ecology and
economy of the village of Ralegan Siddhi which is located in the
drought prone Ahmednagar district of Maharashtra state
PATIENCE ENDURES!
The world and the people and the individuals that come together to populate universal thinking.
Society-at-large development is seen.
How come then everything seems to be slowing down extremely?
What is patience?
The entity and the government and the bureaucrats that make economy to provide industry and growth.
Topical to socialism.
Therefore, the theme becomes exploitation.
What is a virtue?
Capitalizing upon what is known.
Establishing a mundane focus to define new norms manifests those of God.
Seriatim to generations to come.
Thus, a frustrated point and transgression is always a rule of thumb.
Patience tantamount.
Perception inculcates the thoughts while
Asinine perpetrates conflicting insight
That is unfulfilling to what is right.
Is justice true to life formed…
Either to what is right or what is wrong? Does
Nondiscriminatory discriminates intelligence decorum
Cause virtuousness statue law which is
Efficacious to the frustrated point?
Why patience?
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Written May 30, 2016!
His hand reached out to mine, open,
Holding it, I smiled, our eyes danced with understanding,
Form and blush outlined his expectations,
But I could see that there may be fear inside.
Mary restated their predicament,
That the child was born out with the marriage bond,
And that people were swaying to the opposite side,
And course dialogue, laughter and spitting were norm.
So I asked the two for their thoughts and predictions,
About the child, if he perhaps could be like, special?
And they specified that he would cure, heal and exorcise,
And also promised that they’d talk to him about the poor.
Could this baby be the messiah?
I pondered and hoped in their certainty;
Was this the predicted son of god?
He would be free from aggressive victimisation,
If we could just name him as god's son.
So I suggested to his parents,
That if the wise men came with a quest,
To accept the name Jesus Christ,
And certify the census, no less.
Freedom for some is in lying,
When there’s no possible alternatives,
But I believe Joseph never lied,
In the population census of Bethlehem,
That just so happened to pass by.
The child would have been suppressed by all,
Assumed to be dirty and unclean,
Not for chat or dialogue,
And certainly not for work in a trade of his call,
Or for work in any trade for that matter.
Nothing would ever have been done,
The poor would never have been healed,
Or not so quickly for sure in history;
The government would not have been rifled,
And Christ would not have come.
Treating the poor for health problems,
Would have come through government legislation,
A long time after Christ,
In an austere, aloof manner.
People to people relationships,
Would not have been respected,
If care had been awarded top-down,
By bureaucrats and officials:
As supervisors of the protected.
Society at that time was narrow minded,
Stuck in traditional religion;
There were outcasts, sinners, infectious people,
And assumptions were remedial and red:
There were no special people,
No exceptions to the rule,
Only one place for the messiah confided.
One baby matters to me,
A life should be saved at any cost and risk,
Because the abilities you show when young,
Shouldn’t be muffled or labeled regressive,
But nurtured in acceptance and love.
Slipping gently towards entropy,
Ownership with an apostrophe.
Braid the loose frays of sanity
Till something true finally answers me.
Troops are marching over many lands,
Tagged cornflower blue--a worldwide brand.
Don't speak out or you will be banned,
Towers implode just as they've planned.
Constantine merged Rome's faiths to one
Keeping time and step with Pagans.
Moloch laughs at our dull compassion
While Illuminati goals corrupt conception.
With a punitive eye beneath the skin
Mankind’s been declared the pathogen.
So an age of ignorance was ushered in
With aims to squelch the soul within.
Rotating parties deflect shared shame
Allowing complacency to be blamed.
Splintered populations can be tamed,
And bombs tend to leave bodies maimed.
Thieves steel gold and filch the free press,
Bobble heads working to keep up stress,
Businessmen sponsoring all this mess.
"We've got some pills if you feel depressed..."
We inherently trust their authority
As they outlaw nutrients due to toxicity.
In an effort to organize bioactivity
They count on our enduring apathy.
We protest lies, so they've built some pens.
Peace simply means they'll take our weapons.
"So go buy a widescreen for your den
To watch us start your wars again."
Even the name Bilderberg is a joke.
As they like it they’ve managed to fleece us broke,
Locking humanity into the yoke.
They sold the world lies before they ever spoke.
Crypto-eugenics is a fatal threat,
Academia functioning as a stooge pet.
Look into those eyes; they've got no regret
To kill us all off like they're clearing a debt.
Global control would only serve them well,
Micro chipped souls have no secrets to sell.
Salivate each time you hear their bell
Or they'll call themselves gods chasing you through hell.
Our oppressive puppet liars, they will not quit,
So don't waste breath saying, 'I'll submit.'
Words of our liberty are just and legit,
And truthful self-rule is a righteous fit.
When bureaucrats state dissent is treachery
In truth they've already sold their loyalty,
They still threaten our sovereignty.
Reclaim our human right to be free!
The lash of European Union won’t tell us,
how many thousands migrants
we must take to our home
or where to build
for them temples and the mosques.
We want to break free from E. U. lies.
We are the people of democracy.
The red tape of collapsing Union
and their bureaucrats’ fat pay,
won’t force us to comply
with their unjust rules -
our bravery over financial slavery.
More taxes, these are the dirty tricks
of bureaucrats’ politics.
We are not the beggars, nor scavengers,
but of noble life challengers.
We are free and proud.
In serfdom our country won’t stay.
It seems it takes reams of paperwork to get things done nowadays.
You can become so snarled in red tape that it'll leave you in a daze!
I wonder how Noah would've coped with such onerous fiddle-faddle,
Had panels and boards been involved to design for him a simple paddle!
Did he have building codes and hordes of bureaucrats to appease,
Or pesky environmentalists hugging the gopherwood trees?
Was there an OSHA lurking about enforcing inane regulations?
Such balderdash would've added to his heap of frustrations!
Was an ASPCA "watchdog" there fretting about all the creatures,
Insisting that cages and stalls have the latest comfort features?
Was their a labor union hovering nigh demanding a living wage?
Such piffle would've launched Noah into a towering rage!
Had Noah heeded those who showered him with sneer and scorn,
Or had he drowned in seas of red tape to stifle his Godly bourne,
He might've been discouraged and cancelled the whole affair.
That could've spelled doom for humankind right then and there!
But Noah's Boss, that Master Architect superintending from Above,
Gave Noah the specifications and a not too gentle shove!
Noah, Japheth, Ham and Shem hustled and the Ark soon took shape.
'Twas built on schedule, with no cost overruns and no red tape!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
To Brexit or not to Brexit
by Bob Moore
One thousand years, it’s almost been
since William came to this island green
defeated Harold on Hastings Hill
to the English it was a bitter pill
He was the last the world would see
to invade this land successfully
and started Britain on its way
to being the country it is today
His descendants ruled throughout the land
the Barons made John sign the Charter Grand
and started Britain on a path you’d see
where all the people could be free
That freedom grew across the years
through war, and strife, through joy and tears
then politicians had their dreams
a Common Market, their future schemes
Many countries share their toil
to grow the food, and till the soil
to work together, as partners should
as equals, for the common good
But then it started to go wrong
it was not equal, and so the strong
began to wield the power now
unelected bureaucrats to tell us how
Our borders now are not our own
others decide who calls Britain home
those other people make the rules
and treat us like an Isle of Fools
The French, the Germans , the Spanish too
have tried to tell Britain what to do
but a Thousand Years we’ve kept them at bay
that is , we have, until today
From Agincourt, and Flanders Field
we’ve paid our dues not ones to yield
Trafalgar, Dunkirk, Normandy
Our Fathers fought so we’d be free
now we may vote it all away
and this is our last chance to say
to the faceless ones across the sea
we are still Britain, we are still free
There are no rules
None at all
Stop dotting I’s, stop crossing T’s
Murder every word
Form is for Bureaucrats, verse for fools
Better a fool than a static form
Use an army of pens and paper and crush all the rules
Grammar, syllables, spelling, all fodder for slaughter
Rules are for dictionaries
Poetry should flow from the soul
If you words sing true from your heart
You have conquered the art of expression
You, my friend have won the war of poetry
When we die: A war cry
To all people who gave their life for Kashmir in pursuit of justice for suppressed.
We are murdered. Bodies are shattered. Our Jhelum to Euphrates, Our Kashmir to Karbala.
My eyes hear. My fingers speak. And my heat pains.
Lovers of Husain rip your limitations with chains.
Stand resolute in Karbala-reborn. In its heat. Vanish not! Your flames.
Show no fear in your eyes but give a cry
Death will bring us home. So we die
Times of glory went into ruins, but don’t sigh
The days of hope will be reborn. So we die
Blood bathed infants are we: this no one can deny
Water of freedom waits for us. So we die
Handicapped soldiers they have turned us, still our zeal is high
With weapons of light we will march. So we die
OH! You bureaucrats from the plains, your innocence is a lie,
We will set your tongues ablaze. So we die
One day you will cry that you can’t deny
We will bring the time soon. So we die
Keep your eyes dry my mothers, for you must know why
Your tears will cause floods. So we die
Don’t loose hope! My people, you still have threads to tie
Every drop of our blood will be resurrected. So we die
A coffin runs out in Lal chowk, scratch the earth for space
The white, will wake up angles of wrath. So we die
Land of Hamadan has been painted with blood
The lava of agony will burst. So we die
Keep the bangles in your arms, you widowed brides
Their music will shake the earth. So we die
Suppressed mortals are we, but Listen OH! Self made immortals
Immortal passion of Muhammad runs into us. So we die.
This fire of celestial blaze! Fuel it up with your rage. Defy the impossibilities with might
You will go down through history as the brightest stars shinning in darkest nights.
SOME WORD MEANINGS:
Karbala: place in Iraq where grandson of prophet Muhammed(SAW) were killed.
Husain: Grandson of Prohet Muhammed killed in Karabala
In these a-dying days,
people are given mo’ grief news
Hope cost less than
a jug bottle of dirt cheap booze
While the crying game
is being played
over and over, time again hence
Death has a new name:
Covid-19
is the ICU cradle tomb pestilence
Folks everywhere are digging in,
with covered faces grim
As graveyards keep overflowing,
prospects be looking dim
Red Masque, Red Masque
19 hues of undertaker gurney blue
This ghastly number
be vapor fear burying lots not few
Red Masque, Red Masque
Tales of the Crypt be sew cerulean
Devil wearing a blue dress,
says the search party has just began
Flood of 911 busy signals,
gov’ment ain’t answering the phone
Twilight curfew dye vigils,
as loved ones face suffering all alone
Let the crying game
be sympathy fore played
Veil questioning is the “Why” snuff passion
Climax is the same —
Covid yourself,
bureaucrats do truly feel in a caring fashion
Folks everywhere are digging in,
with covered faces grim
As graveyards keep overflowing,
prospects be reaper dim
Red Masque, Red Masque
19 hues of constant code blue
White House doctor office is closed,
nobody is gonna attend to you
Red Masque, Red Masque
Oval lips don’t speak indigo true
White House bunker gala,
a welcoming party only for a few
A stricken nation in tear mourning,
awakens daily to no relief
Operation Neglect gives no warning,
alarm bell is cricket brief
While the crying game
is being played
over and over and over again
Passing the err blame —
Covid-19
chalks up another morgue win
As mo’ and mo’ blackbirds
keep a-perching ‘pon cemetery tombstones
Nary an Ivory rescue heard,
only coroner chirps of lies being prolonged
Red Masque, Red Masque: A cloaked cry
19 hues of pallbearer coffin blue
Last rite Lenin robes are all denim dyed,
eulogy threads was party issued
Red Masque, Red Masque
19 cryptic cues of cynical dark azure shade
White House pandemic task
was to have a masquerade party virus paid
11-20-20