Best Contractors Poems
I work in the retail sector
and everyone's gone mad.
It's really very amusing.
It's really very sad.
Toilet paper and sanitizers
have flown right out the door.
Though everyone is asking
we've no idea when we'll get more.
The face masks of every type
are hoarded like they're gold.
Even the ones for dust or painting.
But those hoarders can't be told.
The painters and the contractors
are getting pretty mad
since the ones they need for their jobs
are no where to be had.
Panic is setting in
and everyone's afraid.
But off to work we go
because we just need to get paid.
The N-95 face masks
( the ones they really need)
are limited to six per customer,
a lot of whom can't read.
We wipe the counters diligently,
the keypads and scanners too.
We don't want the coronavirus
but we understand it's just a flu.
Wash your hands, don't touch your face.
It doesn't seem that tough,
and if you're sick, just stay home.
We can't emphasize this enough.
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12/03/2020
A Winston churchill’s declaration
to a tiny nation situated in the dark continent
due to its magnificence and sight capturing habitat
only matched by the electrifying effect of its hospitality.
A country where wealth has long made a short call
and yet to return to where it is needed.
Starvation on Boda-bodas, perambulating across its communities
as a longing for good life is never satisfied.
Yet happiness supersedes lack
on a nation which is tree loving;
a global competitor in Bananas, pineapples and Avocados
and a home to extinction-kissing Gorillas.
Satisfaction from pan fried grasshoppers
equates the appetizing feel of Italian pizzas and Turkish Donas.
Gender division of labour quite one-sided
where men are roof installers and women, the actual builders.
No wonder, female engineers and contractors
have long attracted the norm in a society
which is in love with Bicycles
and buttoned by a twin dry seasons.
Bwindi and Mhahinga are major game reserves
but its stand out feature so unique
is the simple fact it’s the youngest country in the globe
with one in every two, fourteen or below.
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BASE FORTHWITH.
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SUB-AGENTS, AFFILIATES, PARTNERS, COLLEAGUES, ASSOCIATES, CLIENTS,
WEBMASTERS, WEB BASED LINKS, WINKS, TWINKS, SHRINKS, COLONEL
CLINKS, BOSSES, CO-WORKERS, EMPLOYEES,VENDORS, SUPPLIERS,
SALESMEN, ACCOUNT REPS/EXCS, ACCOUNTANTS, BROKERS, CO-BROKERS,
HACKERS, SLACKERS, WHACKERS, JERKS, SOLICITORS, SIDEKICKS,
COHORTS, WINGMEN, WHEELMEN, LOOKOUTS, OUTLAWS, IN-LAWS,
RELATIVES, FIANCES, BOYFRIENDS, GIRLFRIENDS, FRIENDS, FOES,
ENEMIES, EVIL NEMESIS’, DERELICTS, DEGENERATES, DOPERS, DEALERS,
TWEEKERS, GAMBLERS, RAMBLERS, CANVASSERS, INQUIRERS, QUEERS,
QUEENS, COWBOYS, KINGS, FAGS, DRAGS, HAGS, HETEROS, HOMOS, TONY
ROMOS, FEMALE IMPERSONATORS, [PRE OR POST] MALE IMPERSONATORS,
DICKS, DYKES, VAN DYKES, DICK VAN DYKE, LESBIANS, LONGSHOREMEN,
SHORTSHOREMEN, LIARS, BUYERS, CRYERS, CIGAR SMOKERS, CARPET
MUNCHERS, RUG RATS, TODDLERS, TEENAGERS, JUVENILE DILINQUENTS,
SENIORS, SUCKERS, TRUCKERS, MOTHER shut yer mouth, LAW MAKERS,
LAWYERS, ATTORNEYS, JUDGES, POLITICIANS, LEADERS, FOLLOWERS,
DISCIPLES, PROPHETS, EVANGELISTS, SAVIORS, SINNERS, SAINTS,
SOOTHSAYERS, MEDICENE MEN, GYPSYS, TRAMPS, AND THIEVES, WITCHES,
WARLOCKS, VAMPIRES, LYCANS, ZOMBIES, WAR MONGERS, PROTESTERS,
VIGILANTES, VICTIMS, SOLIDERS, GENERALS, GOVERNORS, PRESIDENTS,
PATRIOTS, PACKERS, LIONS, BEARS, BROWNS, BLACKHAWKS, REDWINGS,
RIGHT WING, LIBERALS OR LAW BIDING CITIZENS. THEY ARE NOT TO
CONTACT ME AND LOOSE MY NUMBERS.
BUT, IF YOU SEE MY MOM, TELL HER TO CALL ME.
BA-ZING!
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Sochi Scraps
by Odin Roark
Among my pen’s rifling
Hunting its own needs
His imagined snout moves across the page
Seeking out beggary nourishment
A shantytown of doghouses
Provided by an animal-sensitive philanthropist
Fills rapidly with the rush to save
Before pest contractors execute the kill
Collecting their bounty hunter payouts
So goes the life of a stray
Asking but little
A few morsels for staying alive
Needing but a simple discovery
Akin to a poet’s oft times
Elusive syllabic frustration
I stare at the foraging effort
The ink beginning to fill the paper
Becoming my mixed plate of empathy
Abandoned animals can never know
In Olympic Village
Concerned over terrorist threat
Wishing only to stay alive
But another day
Many passersby remain homeless-dog indifferent
Unaware the poison darts
Continue seeking canine nomads
My eyes become blurred
My stylus pauses
I stare at the wall
Imagining Sochi
Or perhaps some other
Abandoned-dog city
Places I’ve never been
Save by make-believe
Ink upon paper
Yet
The howl
The whine
The cry of a frightened animal
Once heard
Is never forgotten…
Save by profiteer-butchers of Sochi
Faith alone accomplishes absolutely nothing,
unless your faith is put into action.
The only time I've ever seen faith move mountains
is when they were bulldozed by contractors prior to construction.
*
I will pay one million dollars to absolutely anyone
who with their faith can move Mt Everest into the Grand Canyon.
*
Hoo Ha or pee pee
Trouser or skirt
Football or Barbie
What can it hurt
Pink or blue
Stiletto or flat
Pantie or brief
Where are you at?
Sugar and spice
Snips and snails
Flip it over
Always comes up tails
Tough Tom
Nelly Nancy
All made up
But never fancy
Child of love
Love my child
Take it as it comes
Mild or wild
Understanding construct
And legislating depravity
Don't always side
With what we can see
Jane maybe John
And John maybe Jane
But knowing how to love
Is what keeps me sane.
General contractors
For gender construct
Put up drywall
Based on duct
But I want my house
Different from constraint
One that welcomes all
Free from social restraint.
Morning has come
To this hamlet in the hills,
They have an internationally funded hospital
(Net of ‘inflation’ artistry in contractors’ bills).
Lady Macbeth, rinse your hands,
You will nurse in the hospital now.
The Companies have this experimental drug
For schizophrenics.
They want guinea pigs--
So go out on a marketing campaign,
Harvest schizophrenics.
Its like picking mushrooms from grassy slopes,
The poison ones to be sifted and chosen,
Only the poison ones.
Where better than this unmapped here?
Document the dementia,
(They were demented with hunger anyway),
Along with your Indian expert trained in Austria,
(Who is incidentally doctoring your bills
Eminent doctor that he is).
Frontiers of medicine will be tamed,
Do not count the dead
In this charge of the Light Brigade,
Suburban America does not want to know.
Copyright © 2008 #138
10/23/2008
(commitment for life)
Be Warned!
We are not sure where it starts
but to claim it is extremely hard.
Doesn't take big muscles of steel
just strong hearts and iron-will.
200-300 men tested everyday
just a handful selected to stay.
Only after Selection does training begin
in extremes of conditions that never end.
The "Badge of Courage" belongs to Teams
of silent-warriors who say what they mean.
Men depending on each other
like paternal blood brothers.
Always mastering and honing their skills
to free the oppressed is not a thrill.
Our plans do not include defeat
enemies are killed, or retreat.
There's no way our foes can win
we fight until oppression ends.
Contractors after many retire
we still return to the fire.
This is our commitment for life
it is the reason we sacrifice.
And, through our "Badge of Courage"
a chance of freedom is encouraged.
We're the world's Ambassadors of goodwill
but make no mistake, if we're called to kill.
So, GOD forgive us, and those we hunt
most don't realize whom they confront.
*Dedicated to the men of USSOCOM/USASOC
by: LP
edited: 6/24/2010 - 1041hrs/lp
8/01/2013 - 1722hrs/lp
2 Terms Of Political Office
A political leader of a country successfully managed to extend his term of office...
Brings up the question of the wisdom of the previous curb imposed to 2 terms in office....
Bolehland has on record the incredible long tenure of 22 years by Premier Dr Mahathir...
And plans are afoot to restrict succeeding premiers to only 2 terms is service....
2 term may be too short for long term overall development.....
Besides the problem from the surplus of such pensioners ...
And atypical of Bolehland mentality, ad hoc programs will proliferate...
A merry go round of contractors, hangers on for part of the economic pie....
Hohoho...
Too frequent a changing of the guard....
Brings on too many a zealous new broom to sweep the room clean....
Hohoho....
On the other hand, a misguided head at the top....
Even a single term can have dire consequences....
Democratically there should be preventive measures...
To checkmate the slide into mediocrity...
Dr M helmed Bolehland for 22years....
Despite the many shortcomings, those were exemplary years....
Of prosperity, stability and high paced development....
Though with the benefit of hindsight...
Bolehland was tethering towards a gaping abyss...
Created by many policies and practices that have outgrown their noble objectives..
What was once a visionary and innovative initiative to correct a shortcoming....
Becomes a yoke of suffering and abuse once it's objectives are achieved....
Question of the day is when to review and to improve an initiative....
Before misrepresentations and abuses set in to abuse the system....
Then the need for change has to happen, a step back in order to move forwards 2 steps...
The Europeans were pioneers in coming up with parliamentary checks and balances...
But history too bears witness to the many atrocities and disasters they created...
The world wars, the religious crusades, the bullying politics of apartheid and slavery...
All faulted and wreaked by the overwhelming influence of supremacy of race and religion ...
What Bolehland is undergoing, it is nothing new nor revolutionary...
The only positive, we could be on the path to maturity...
All the existing abuses and clamour for better governance....
Could just be manifestations of growing pains of a young democracy...
Bolts and nuts litter the highway
Rickety cars shedding their parts
Contractors' pride in Naija
More potholes to serve the roads
Roads built on holes and filth
Blind they become when they pass by
With extra cushion to absorb the shocks
Potholes and filth don't mean a thing
Paid to punish the poor
The cost of road use is often death
With effrontery, faces display
Gullies and rubbish strangulating traffic
Same points for shameful political portraits
Unkind faces forced on the people
Only contractors and their payers celebrate
Bandits, thieves and police celebrate
Using their property (road) as bait to rob
Potholes important for extortion and killing
People driven in confusion and pain
Permanent engagement in ignorance
When the stomach of a child
Who has overfed rumbles, it is not
In memory of the empty hands of the past
Or what the future holds in hand
It is to mock hunger by saying all is well for now!
All is not well for tomorrow’s grinding hunger
When the Ministers of chronic poverty
Are the symptomatic children of gluttony.
The politicos eat their fill of the national cake
Down to their kin, while the dry crumbs
Are earmarked for poverty alleviation.
Today, like yesterday immemorial
They formulate policies, sign MOUs
Host conferences, organize seminars
Then publish readymadecopypaste reforms
Before the press and assembly
On how to terminate the gene (ration) of poverty.
But then, await aids, charities
Foreign loans, Sani and Diezani’s loots
Which are then looted again.
Only for the political meme
To procreate poverty, a social gene.
All is not well
When inflation drowns and hunger mounts.
You who eat until your every anatomy become fibroid
And then you say all is well.
Have you ever heard or felt
The roar and bite of empty stomachs
Or the crackling ribs of raving hunger?
And have you felt the hopelessness of trying
To perceive the aroma of tomorrow’s break of fast?
We cannot live by charities
Palliatives and crude empowerment alone
But from every sustainable development
Infrastructures and industrialization.
Our palms cannot always be spread under the sun
Awaiting bronze coin and silver manna.
No more nagging stomachs, colourless eyes
And furrowed brows
No more the darkness distributed by PHC
No more the public wealth shared by NASS
And their fellows, the contractors
No more business monopoly, hoarding and inflation
No more the love for foreign lands and goods
To the detriment of the homeland
No more insecurity, hate speech and division
No more fraud, immorality, tribalism and mediocrity
No more laziness, vain speech and promises
No more the birth of the almajirai and abandoned projects
No more the suit, cassock and agbada ministers of poverty!
there were twenty-one, no,
it was only eight, or nine, no,
it was nearer to thirty-something
that exploded to the headlines
they were all soldiers and contractors
no, they were government officials and police,
- no, maybe it was vendors and washer women
no, it's believed, it was play-yard kids
there was a large explosion
no, was a hail of gunfire,
or reported assailants with machetes,
actually, it may have been bare hands and fists
the enemies haughtily claim responsibility
no, it was that other faction they think,
no, it might have been a crazed loner, no -
no-one has claimed responsibility
relief and reporters are in route
more updates as events occur
© Goode Guy 2014-01-19
It was the night before Christmas,
And all the worms were fasting,
Making room for all the Christmas leftovers,
From tables oversupplied,
By humans with eyes bigger than stomachs,
And Credit cards well over their limits.
It was the time for young worms to dream,
And adult worms to hope for no change to the menu,
Or last-minute venue shift.
Oh what a month of feasting the worms did have,
In patches of gardens,
Full of freshly dug in treats,
Just right for worms with no teeth.
Some humans even prepared compost bins,
And placed the lucky worms inside,
To save them time.
Alas that was then,
Now the worms that can wriggle out from underneath the concrete,
Find nothing dug in,
And few compost bins.
With plastic bags to keep the worms from their feast,
And flies, stray cats and dogs,
The replacement waste contractors,
Are at the disposal of Humans.
Now all that is left for the worms are a few dead birds,
And the occasional rat,
As nothing that is dug in, is without a plastic coating.
It should not come as any surprise,
If a human could hear a worm discussing Christmas,
That the word HUMBUG would be the loudest,
As they migrate to the nearest human graveyard,
And hope for someone to drop in for Christmas.
Got to reminiscing,
just the other day,
where it is I am in life,
and how I got that way!
I'm living in a seniors home,
which is where I ought to be,
with other people, just as old,
and most, older than me!
Some folks here use walkers,
some use wheelchairs too!
Names, are hard to recollect,
we do the best that we can do!
We all try to get along,
we treat our neighbors fair.
We let them know, in times of strife,
if they need us, we'll be there!
The people here, have had success,
in various ways, it's true!
Contractors, Chefs, and Surgeons,
just to name a few!
We're a group of senior citizens,
who've seen our better day,
living out our waning years,
in a dignifying way!
They keep us very active here,
the reason is I'm told,
although we're in our latter years,
they don't want us "feeling old"!
They want us to be happy,
don't let us get depressed.
Most cases they're successful.
They do their very best
They take us out to ballgames,
tours and shows and trips.
They bring us entertainment.
Put puzzels, at our fingertips!
The folks here aren't just neighbors,
we are friends and we are mates.
So, we will try to help each other thrive,
till we reach those pearly gates!
Ralph Taylor
03/01/18
Remember Trump's Vanity Wall?*
(You still owe for it, after all)
Cartels dug under
Drones flew asunder
And what still stands is doomed to fall!
* Trump refused to listen to experts!
Whilst he played gold, his staff
helped themselves to all the perks,
awarding lucrative government
contracts to corrupt contractors
who diddled the government out
of billions for shoddy planning,
materials, and construction!
Of course, the GOP want more
of that "leadership"!