Best Business Community Poems
Another One Shuts Down (Corona virus version)
Gates and boards and reels of wire
Garbage by the gates
Driveway overgrown with grass
The factory is a state
Security checks once an hour
To make sure all's still locked
Another business shut it's door
the economy was rocked
Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts down
To find the business district here
You've got to leave the town
They're closing up 'bout one a month
Jobs are leaving by the score
When you leave, turn out the lights
And please folks, lock the door
Work is leaving faster than
It has ever in the past
There's more folks on assistance
How long will this all last?
Fifty years a hundred ten
Factories closing shop
There's more buildings that are vacant
Our growth came to a stop
It doesn't matter where you go
It's that damn covid one nine
If you are not essential
Out goes the "CLOSING" sign
It all comes down to profit
You're a number not a name
It doesn't matter where you go
Plant closure is the game
Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts down
To find the business district here
You've got to leave the town
They're closing up 'bout one a month
Jobs are leaving by the score
When you leave, turn out the lights
And please folks, lock the door
With dreams the west created factory's,
with dreams they invented car's,
with dreams they build space ships,
and travelled out past mar's,
with dreams the factory's build job's,
with dreams the jobs built careers,
with dreams the people built house's,
they didn't ask for you to help,
they built there live's themselve's,
you can build your life,
you can build your dream,
you can build your banks,
you can build your factory's,
you can build your shop's,
create the dream, create the drive,
learn to think and then to fly,
Why shoud you expect a hand out,
why should you expect a hand up,
in truth we have two feet and legs,
to walk upon ourselves,
We have a mind that also dreams,
a mind to build, our thoughts and schemes,
we can save and work together,
we can grasp at straws unseen,
we can live and grow together,
building dreams and goals undreamed,
we can climb on glory's mountain,
taste wealth in future streams.
the poor becoming wealthy,
on the backs of summer love,
we can build the cars and kingdom's,
live at peace beneath the stars.
Thieving Without Conscience
There are thieves, and there are thieves without conscience. ..
Woe to the average Malaysia, of the latter are our elected politicians....
As the US treasury did put it so succinctly that there can be no doubts...
Malaysia as a sovereign nation has been robbed in broad daylight......
By our exalted policians entrusted to uphold our country's economy and its ideals..
By blatantly treating 1MDB as a vessel for securing immense sovereign funds...
And chanelling those funds into privately owned bank accounts...
Colluding with third parties that involved of all things, a so called Arabian prince...
Makes you puke just to think how our corrupted political bigwigs hasten to band together..
Just so that they can cling on to office and indulge in more misuse of power and plunder....
A political purist extols, Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. ..
That sums up nicely the gang of thieves who somehow determines how Malaysia is doing...
Malaysia has the dubious record of being the biggest kleptocracy case in American history...
The sheer magnitud of which involves billions and billions in US currency....
Those who have been following news about the 1MDB imbroglio since a couple of years ago..
Will recall the many evasive statements and misleading answers from 1MDB the vessel...
Through which billions of funds were raised only to be mysteriously siphoned off...
Involving convulated financial transactions that moved chunks of money across nations..
Poor Malaysians, we are still saddled with corrupted politicians and their cronies...
Hoping fervently that the big brother in the US Department of Justice will invoke some miracle...
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Uniwest
Perceived as crown from heavens, mini kingdom of isolated tribes. Its beauty is painted in the wall of beholders eyes. The story of ancient Biblical thoughts. Kingdom of named after stones. Mahikeng camp of jacks and jelly, chain of Gladiator, Bichua Italy land belong to Spartacus. Roman-jungle of miracle.
It’s Powerful and dictatorship is well known by its five kingdoms. Its status is spotted like United States Doll er-sin in every vision. Its mission is preaching keys that opens kingdom of paradise, Mount Kilimanjaro Glory of success.
Its five discipline disciple impregnate every prostitute found on its street, through martial arts. Exam constitute of justice and true. Power and selection of murder. Agle Janam Mohe king of kings’ shaka to Zulu. Well protected like language Setswana. Uniwest; its kingdom have eleven department of prison.
Start with James entertainment, gift given to Lional messie. Ikanlha, Dr Mandela residence to Hopewell till lost in city prison. Jail of education as a mother of children who need guidance. Laws of success, numbering and commence is their daily bread while agricultural science and technology glorify their success bone with china.
Mortal salute your beauty, oh uniwest coronet. Your kingdom is spread with Fresh active juveniles of Adam and Eve pitch. Crowded bash, event of the year. Sasko bread at its best political success. “Cheese to new comers” Enjoy Full years of searching for key to you Final year to success. Let’s see life to our last journey speed like “Benz” car of a dream: speech from the next president. African boy, Benz I will drive at graduation parliament of Uniwest.
Trades pain 4 the pound
And only profit
Is their belief
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Human Organs Anyone
Early this morning, there was this dire warning over social media...
Of a van apprehended in Thailand filled with bodies of dead children..
There was a disturbing photo of young children, some half naked...
Laid out in neat rows, some with bandages or plasters in places...
The warning was for all Malaysian parents to be extra vigilant...
Seems there are inhuman syndicates actively scouring for hapless victims...
Butchering stolen kids for young healthy organs for sale.....
Seems it is a thriving trade, it is just another buy and sell..
There are always organs easily available somewhere ...
Just to mention, India and China, they are readily in our minds...
When your life is at stake, it matters not whose organ it is...
When you are at death's door, it does not matter where you get it...
You have the money, time is your enemy, let's have that part...
It matters not the race or nationality, so long it's bleeding red blood...
With suppresor drugs and medication round the clock...
With a new organ inside you, it is a new lease of your life clock...
This early warning to all concerned Malaysians is very timely...
For just recently, there was this news about a poor mother....
Losing not one, but the whole flock of her 5 children...
Foremost in her mind, her children could be victims of human trafficking...
If they are lucky, they could be alive working in some sweat factories...
If not so lucky, they could be mutilated to be life time beggars in some foreign countries...
If they are really unlucky, they end up victims of the lucrative underground trade...
They may be kept alive as some human cattle, in readiness for an opportunistic trade..
Yes, there are human organs for sale, fresh and healthy, vitality guaranteed...
When you have the money, and death is your spectre, life is all you plea..
If your price is right, would you like to have a fresh beating heart...
To match the pair of healthy kidneys you've just bought....???
The sun has risen
A new day has come
Sunlight shines brightly
Cutting through morning fog
There's chores to be tended to
Animals to be fed
Every minute of the day counts
In a poor farmer's head
Working so hard to build his dream
Plowing and harvesting
It has to get done
Just time for a quick bite, before he must run
No time clock or time card to punch in the day
Just relying on sunrise to sunset to measure his pay
Riding his tractor
Just doing his part
To help out the community
He holds dear in his heart
Morning turns to afternoon
The sun beats down on his brow
He sweats but he wipes it away
With his handkerchief cloth
His body so stiff
His poor ankles hurt
He continues despite
He knows all it's worth
When daylight passes
It's time to go home
He'll rest his weary head
Not before thanking the Lord
For his harvestfull life
Blind senses of my soul
keep on protruding in my mind
Pop,pop, popping
inside my head
hot tears flow down my cheeks
as silent words shout unsung
songs
silent hymns dominate my erect
eardrums
Minds are blinded,
notches of heavy hearts misled
as the intellect produce Havoc,
Havoc of no purpose at all
And the young buds slip down
the slippery road
the road to destruction
taking with them our discordant
dreams
as sachetted whisky rule their
blood streams
current affairs,poison to their
ears
daylight snatching,songs that
entertain their null heads
as their mental intellect stays
chaste
when the royals on the hill
shambles their produce
while fake smiles swallow their
sweat
and a cough they produce not
though they are sick and ill
minds they have condensed
emotions they have frozen
and click,click, a lock
locking their naked hearts in
cages
while letting their intellect rot
and their futures stuck
a deliberate conception of no
words
is it choice, fear or mere humility?
That they sniff a fathers dangling
pseudopod
snatching the innocence of
sisters pride?
And zip their loud toilets?
That they see a brother in the
streets
and fail to drop a coin, or even a
shirt?
When will you take the wheel
youths of Malawi?
To steer the ship to other tides?
To take a sober leap of leadership
that will transform the poor land?
Melodies i sing- melodies of
shame
I was personally invited to be one of the Speakers and sit on a panel in Hong Kong on their keynote presentation of “SOCIAL MARKETING STRATEGY INNOVATION”
It’s all about having a precise plan using all of Technology to the fullest
The company’s voice being the cyber space waves
Before it was just digital designs and prints to convene the message of Social Marketing
Now it is communicating live One on One and into multitudes
Technology is a powerful tool if you know how to use it
Strategy being the component in how to formulate being competitive in Social Marketing
It is no longer speak and just spread the word
The idea is making your company the frontrunner in being heard
It takes courage and determination to ride the “SURF TECHNOLOGY BOARD” and maneuvering the high cyber space waves
The words are cyber and advance
The idea is think analysis, but don’t haste
Advertising must be on target
The sales pinch being the bull’s eye to a perspective client
SOCIAL MARKETING STRATEGY INNOVATION means being on the move to keep up with constant moving technology
Large audiences you want to reach mobility through out and bring awareness to what Social Marketing is all about
You must INCORPORATE, COLLABORATE AND ELEABORATE in being competitive in order for strategy to work
There must be productive objectives and an outline having primitives of sound solutions with defined analytical conclusions
Yes, that would have been my speech
I am a good communicator, and I would have taught and educate
However, I turned the summit down
I won’t be Hong Kong bound
Yet, I have Social Marketing Strategy Innovation knowledge, and I will always be around.
Idiosyncratic to the human condition
Tried and varied, so goes my volition
I can't help but think what's out there for us all?
Yet we stumble over issues that are so trivial, so small
The long term goals of our race seem obsolete
Compared to the wants and needs of our so called "elite"
Sure one man makes billions and creates an empire
What does that mean to the rest of us? Why doesn't it ignite a fire?
It’s a broken world
we need imperfect solutions
and there are plenty of questions
is it even possible to correct systemic
problems with individual solutions?
I recycle, so everything’s ok, ya?
some would usher in a revolution
while others would stand pat, thinking
they can marginally beat the house
the young believe the old are problematic,
out of touch and largely to blame for the world
the old push back on youthful, impractical,
self-indulgent and self-righteous idealisms
both groups must eventually wrestle with thorny questions
I doubt we could all agree on a short manifesto
or even a pithy rallying cry.
How about something brutal, almost offensive?
Dylan Thomas suggested we rage against the dying of the light,
but then again, it seems that's all we do these days—rage.
There’s a Korean concept called hwabyung,
or “burning sickness”—an intense, suppressed rage
that can blind and destroy us if we’re not careful
Science says we face a direct and bludgeoning future,
that we must be tenacious with the next phase of our evolution
—but must we be adults? Science is so 2014, and we’re all so smart.
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Songs for this:
Dance the Night Away by The Mavericks
I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack
Bazaar,
Storing all a"s,the bazaar,
Of the three one is profit,
Bazaar like the heart of the township,
Supplying noise commodities to the ear consumers free,
A place buying richness and selling poorness,
Most of the sellers only with minds but hearts,
Money is like blood running all over the Shop nerves,
Some buys,some sells,some bags and some begs,
Also some bugs drawing blood in the down town,
The debt rolling like wheels,
Very busy like only today no tomorrow's,
The merchants of Venice sits,
Shylocks carrying fault scales to weigh flesh,
Bazaar,the chased satan's official bungalows!
Flea Markets
I’ve shopped the local markets
You’ve all shopped ones like these
You go early in the morning
Hope for a morning breeze
They sell things nobody wants
Like padlocks without keys
And clothes so old and musty
I just can’t help but sneeze
I was really disappointed
For nowhere did I see
A single dog, or cat, or pet
That came complete with fleas
Why are they called flea markets
Is that title just a tease
Where’s the truth in advertisement
Won’t someone tell me please