Best Enterprises Poems
There is a place called tomorrow
Where this set of politicians
Who claim we elected them
Will all be gone
Even the last trace of their names
Will be no more.
No need naming names
Or pointing fingers at them
You and I know them well.
In that place called tomorrow,
Even their distant seeds that dare
Shall whisper those names in fear.
There, our government will be
Occupied by those we actually chose
To represent our interest as a people
Not marionettes brought forward by any party.
A government that will clearly
Define our economic system
And regulate it with sound policies.
There is a place called tomorrow
Where every Nigerian life
Will be held sacred as it should be.
Where there will be
Dignity of labour and
No man will be enslaved again
Where all the hinterlands
Will be linked to the heartlands
With love and respect
For man and the environment.
In that place called tomorrow,
Our enterprises and agencies
Shall wear a human face
Not bureaucratised in
Bureaucratic bureaucratese
So that resources can be explored
Rather than exploited
For commerce to thrive.
There is a place called tomorrow
A place where we will look
At the children’s faces and see
Joy, laughter, beauty and innocence.
Not pain, hunger and criminality.
Where everyone will be
His brother’s keep
So that together we may conquer
Insecurity or the fear of it.
In that place call tomorrow,
Families shall gather together again
To eat breakfast and/or dinner.
I desire so much that day when
We all would have realized that
We were first humans
Before we belonged to any tribe
Or religion
Before we attained any status
We were first humans.
So everyone will be respect
For who they are
And not necessarily what they are.
In deed there is
A place called tomorrow
Where all we desire will be
Yet it is in us fight
To make that tomorrow be.
I dreamed and schemed through all of my life,
On how to end this miserable strife.
You caused my life to be sheer terror,
But you were twisted, and that was your error.
You kept me bound in chains and rope,
While you and your man took trips on dope.
I suffered daily, the violence and pain,
But it was your life that was going down the drain.
Never once did I give up my only dream,
Although you were winning, or so it did seem.
Then along came my savior, an angel by my side,
He found where I was hiding, and he gave me a ride.
We watched you from his home, the one on wheels,
We watched as you were making all of those deals.
We watched you go back, looking for me,
We watched your luck run out; finding Bryn just wasn’t to be.
I had a vision in the dark of the night,
The darkness soon would become very bright.
I heard a loud noise, it sounded brash.
It was, in fact, a fiery crash.
You lived your life quite selfishly,
But I’d like to think you died for me.
I prophesized you would ‘Burn in Hell,’
And now that it’s done,
I am Free! I am Free!! I am Free!!!
And All Is Well!
Copyright 2016, Worth Working For Enterprises
From my forthcoming novel
"The Girl at the Rest Stop"
Tor, the free software enabling anonymous communication,
if you want to hide from network surveillance, traffic analysis, or identity verification. Instant messaging, online forums, or the darkest deepest post,
personal privacy and freedoms ambiguity are obscured by anonymous host.
Technical and legal questions surrounds Internet anonymity,
encryption, hidden services, international crime fighting abilities.
The history of onion routing and the ability to anonymize,
dates back to mathematicians and computer scientists’ theorizing.
Criminal enterprises, law enforcement, and hacktivism groups,
are involved in the primordial anonymous soup.
But being invisible on Tor is not guaranteed,
something journalist, human rights workers, and whistle blowers need.
If you remember SilkRoad then you know the police is dominant,
they monitor bank fraud, money laundering and illegal sexual content.
Tor aims to conceal the identity for the ordinary person,
but of course it has been used for violent cohersions.
His life is reloaded with indomitable passion
Thirsty for power and lustful enterprises
His love bleeds on the filthy streets
In dreams he haunts his enemies
Committed for no commitments
he whispers into my ears
his dynamite lips explodes my nerves
I break down in his heavy arms
He believes in detached love;
Sex with no strings
Inwardness never ruled his heart
He seeks pleasure in breaking rib cages
For gangsters are born to kill
He has survived the darkest prison
Hell and heaven far from his reach
A brutal death awaits his arrival
Graveyard will smell the flesh
Of this giant monster
My life ends in love with a gangster…
For the greatest hamburgers, hot dogs, and fresh-cut fries,
we must only know one location, and that’s “Five Guys”.
The stores are found in thirteen states along the east coast.
Food is fresh and never frozen, quality’s the most!
Their burgers cooked to order from the best cuts of beef,
and freshly cut potatoes taste great beyond belief!
Fifteen delicious toppings are available there.
Any other fast food restaurant fails to compare.
Freshly roasted peanuts are served complimentary.
Free refills with drinks and they are priced reasonably.
So go to your nearest Five Guys if you want a treat.
You will learn their food quality can never be beat.
Copyright 2006 seven out enterprises.
Posted here especially for Andrea Dietrich
In modern enterprises
All
In belief
They believe
In
Make your dog
In starve
So then
He will follow you
And all
Profit
In the belly
Of stock
This greedy
Belly
Insatiable
You bought the ticket, so let's take a ride
I promise not to leave you unsatisfied
You may want a life vest and/or bear spray
And abandon all hope as you enter the doorway...
There's the part of me that runs amok while I sleep
The eccentric puppeteer with a flock of black sheep
Mysteriously promoting subconscious motivations
And slipping in mischievously to my daily communication
There's the part of me that sullenly sulks and mopes
Impossible to please and the dasher of all my hopes
Nothing is ever good enough 'cause it's all so bad
If I ever go to a rubber room, it's 'cause he drove me mad
There's the part of me that endlessly fantasizes
Always conjuring grandiose and complicated enterprises
Content to ruminate and pontificate, but never actually "do"
He's the one who looks fine, as long as you look askew
There's the part of me that works hard and stays quiet
Generally, he's the one I allow to be the pilot
Busy keeping this mind field intact and nicely landscaped
He's the one I always wish got a chance to have escaped
There's many other parts of me vying for their turn at the helm
But, for the most part, I never let them overwhelm
It's as easy as herding cats or nailing jello to the wall
But I must have a self-governing principle, a guiding protocol
I never let any part of myself run the show always
Some I can only let out on vacations and holidays
And I never keep any part of myself shut out completely
I just let it out ever so discreetly
The howling wind causes the unlatched shutter
to bang incessantly against the faded gray wood
The upstairs window, that the shutter shields,
has spider legs of cracked glass
A black widow house, if ever there was such a thing
All the other windows of this untended house are shuttered tight,
the ghostly occupants within have no incoming light
The years have been unkind to this old, stately Tudor house,
the once opulent flower garden is overgrown
with nettle vines and weed shrubs
It is in the sabbath year of its abandonment,
fallow is the ground upon which it stand in sullen emptiness
It was dubbed the "House of Ruin" by the local gentry,
not so much because of its baleful outward appearance,
but primarily because of its former residents
They were a disgraced political family,
thrust from the public trough, and forced to forfeit
most of their ill-gotten wealth
Corruption and scandal were the dubious garments
that cloaked this amoral family
The house was auctioned off to pay legal fees;
some family members went to prison,
some went on to work in various seedy enterprises:
Escort services, sham real estate ventures,
cyber gambling and other shady businesses
The house was put into a public trust,
but there was never any municipal funds available
to restore it to its former glory
Thus it now stands,
a blight to the surrounding landscape
Paint peeling off the rotted, intricately carved oak wood,
granite stone abutments crumbling, ornate fence and balconies rusted
A house of ruin with a haunting visage
we are here only for
the pure joy of Living,
a perfect simplicity of
blend requiem of life well lived
cognizant of ill pressed non beliefs
distant ***** dagger domestications
prisoner soulless sex socializations
livid love lies, greedy gonad gossip
self levied hate from sources abrupt
from in to ex turnal left on
suppressed brain avenues ahead.
Only back issues available, all
forward enterprises, ticketable,
jailable, own your thought police.
A Candid jubilee recipe awaits us;
A heart full unconditional love
cup of Self Awareness concentrate,
a pinch of truth, integrity, empathy,
mix carefully into one's soul, steep o'er night
wake up one with everything, everyone.
When asked about my personal extreme
Fantasy,
Nothing can hold me back,
When I think of what I’d like to be,
I know for sure creativity will not lack
An average work rate of £1,000,000 an hour
I don’t mean to portray any greed
But this is my ultimate fantasy
And it’s me it’s supposed to please
A slick, black, private stealth at my beck and call
Maybe a baby pink 747 aircraft too
A personal 24hour toenail clipper and manicurist
Someone to flush my silver-plated loo
I would give away most my money to charity
(Don’t get me wrong, my Swiss account won’t be deficient)
I’d build orphanages and hospitals left, right and centre,
Spread money so the 3rd World would be self-sufficient
Have an entourage of 50 beautiful persons,
All my bodyguards will be the size of small tanks
My houses will be scattered across the globe
My award speeches always start, “I just wish to thank…”
I would get to walk down all the runways,
Along Naomi, Adriana, Giselle and Tyra,
I want my own Nandos, BK and KFC enterprises,
An African elephant and a white Siberian Tiger
My personal trainer will be my eye candy
Because my body will already be flawless
I would only wear designer clothes at all times,
Paparazzi would only catch me looking gorgeous
My hair will be more marvellous than Pocahontas
I would like to have 20 university degrees,
And a record deal with all the top music labels
Over the top? Remember whose fantasy this is…
So I guess back to earth I come plummeting,
As I type this fantasy out while at my desk
Obviously too much time on my hands, my bubbles burst now,
I’m just happy to be alive; I’m blessed…
it is just a last wake up call,
heavy bell tolls of John Donne
mourning for dying Humanity.
The very serious and decisive warning
sending to all nations.
Change your mind, way of life,
local, state orders
and global system –
for much better sort of governing
or you will be wipe out totally
from face of Earth,
really, take a look down, dudes,
crowded up so everywhere
the kingdoms of ants and termites
miserable and crawling
on soil and grasses under foot
much better organized
and protected internally and externally
than all your businesses, elections,
social and political systems and regularities.
You know very well
without any prefaces and formalities
this planet has only 10-20 years
for save yours damn civilization
with all its achievement, exaltation and glamour
from looming Global Warming
with all it tragic consequences
much more dangerous, imminent and deadly fatale threat,
than what done with us, with
hundred states on Earth
and what can else will do
Coronavirus.
Its only last call, warning
from the simplest preform of life
which originated on this planet
4 billion years.
Be wiser,
more modest,
more patient,
not so greedy
with all your environment
and forms of life around
that come to life
long before you
if you want to survive
as *****Sapiens,
or you will have left this planet
for yours
ancient ancestors
and previous harmony and multitudes
of life forms and their niches
will be restored and filled again
without your way of life, earthlings -
without your colonization and reign,
which so intensively
produced deserts
from all you actions absolutely
from all yours enterprises,
agreements and compromises
killing and looting everything.
It is just last call from Coronovirus.
Upon our stage we romp and rage
in Goldilocks’s golden cage
amongst colossal cosmic crowd
with spark of liveliness endowed
of pomp and circumstantial fate,
whose worth we underestimate,
in constant discontentment caught
‘and sicklied o’er in cast of thought
so enterprises turn awry’,
with not an inkling as to why.
Oh actors in this earthly scene,
what do your frantic antics mean?
‘The heartaches and the thousand shocks
that flesh is heir to’ come in flocks,
while nature tenders wherewithal
if we but list her earnest call
in lieu of inner outer din
that sends the senses in a spin.
Our little lives today may throng
‘this insubstantial pageant’ long
(to borrow varied Shakespeare tropes),
where humans share despair and hopes
on greater globe of bonny blue—
oh rarest planetary hue!
And yet when all ‘our revels end’
this world will leave a stardust blend
behind, ‘to still a beating mind’
of poet bards midst humankind,
a ‘rack’, or wisp of cloud, as told
in Prospero’s discourse of old;
for sun shall take its final breaths,
as dramatized in stellar deaths,
to be a nebula newborn
celestial heavens to adorn
in evermore creation’s dawn—
yea ‘such stuff as dreams are made on’…
~ Harley White
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Some sources of inspiration were the following…
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) ~ From ‘The Tempest’, Act 4 Scene 1…
William Shakespeare’s play ‘Hamlet’, Act 3, Scene 1…
*Image of Loving One More by NS.
A Second Please
Aesthete equip upkeep spade, trowel, and watering pail,
Balters out freely, gagging unwantable, grit travail,
Chrysalism advents the righteous eyes and elaborates,
Dulcet forgivings a moment's lapse and recuperates,
Euphoria occasions the receptive hearts embrace,
Felicity's steadies champion the winner's showcase,
Gossamer delicate filter fuses genteel gazes,
Harmonize the Gospel's prophetic parallel phrases,
Iridescence spellbinds above looks and lost impressions,
Justifiable step courses the upright's discretions,
Kindheartedness inherently effectuates the blest,
Lissomeness affects the civilized privileged expressed,
Mellifluous genteel everflowing enterprises,
Nascent origins destined promise epitomizes,
Opportunity avails the well-intent fruition,
Pristine presents its presence post sadden sky emission,
Quintessential innates encryption of a paragon,
Resplendence fashionably enriches the noumenon,
Serendipity ventures impulsive ones they're future,
Tendril's tenacious virility thriving to assure,
Ubiquitously an omnipresence or internet,
Vagary ideals grant causality silhouette,
Woolgathering mulls the lowly, awakes the enlightened,
Xenodochy's hotel's hospitality meets heightened,
Yesteryear traces memories, remembrance reverses,
Zenith's a second, in Abecedarian verses.
2022 August 28
*HMS; 14 syllables per 26 lines.
I walked through cities passing factories, in thick smog, dim lights searching,
Over fields of sweet young green corn with a sharp slap from coldest east wind,
Through fickleness of uncertainty of climates looking high and low not finding,
Blaming seasons for standing up to their ancient character but feeling let down.
Asking men of science, literature, and enterprises many questions for my search,
Walking through heavy snows and shivering winds blowing icy sleet on black days,
Talking to country people interrogating all that I meet asking the same of each,
Nobody can explain or answer my question satisfactorily even as I shout in rage.
Cold as these winds are I bluster onwards there must be an answer come what will,
Over freezing meadows so cold the grass cracks with every footstep I have to know,
Standing on top of the highest hills for hours looking far into the distant lands,
Running alongside rushing rivers following the cold bright sunlight to places new.
My hand shielding my eyes and tears from blinding brightness ran down my cheeks,
A sparkle in the far off distance, so many miles away on a flat horizon was hope,
I ran with the winds through leafless forests, gnarled knotted branches creaking,
There I found my peace, natures garden, standing under pear blossom white as snow.
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Over there in the rural countryside where I'm at currently....
Gravel road, water and electrical woes are challenges daily....
Hardly any economic activities that bring in cash money..
Barring the staff in the usual government machinery...
And those in some private enterprises and companies...
The village folks are really poor and severely cash strapped...
Saved those fortunate ones in the government or private enterprises...
So reporting average income has risen to rm6k plus...
Is downright nonsense and a gigantic lie statistically .....
Salaried workers are in abundance only in urban areas...
Using their incomes severely skew the worthiness of these figures.....
It paints a vastly different picture of the economic situations on the ground...
In simple English, only pompous supercilous coated bosses and politicians...
Can believe this propaganda that average monthly income has moved up to rm6k plus...
@#$//$$##!!!!
Note.... Reported in the news today, the average monthly income in Malaysia has
risen from RM5000 (year 2012) to RM6141(Year 2014)..