Best Governance Poems
Love sets our hearts on fire,
not the city.
We abide by the eternal victory
set forth by life’s Word.
We are about the Lord’s business,
not the entanglement of choice,
not the frothing of the masses.
We kiss the feet of Jesus.
We don’t soak our own feet
while we spit hatred to the wind.
We hit our knees, black and blue bruised,
the devil crushed beneath.
Our prayers are real,
not tortuous to our mirrors.
We don’t think ourselves God!
We don’t lean into our every word.
We don’t deliver arrows to the great or weak.
Instead, we beseech the creator of our land.
We are wise as a serpent, harmless as a dove.
Peace is our governance.
We seek it.
We read it.
We live it.
And when we fail, and we do,
we repent and start anew.
Lies are not our gospel,
that is good news.
Pride comes before a fall.
Before you turn your finger outward
you’d best look within your own universe,
thoroughly, completely, no drawing back,
no hiding places. He who is without sin
throw the first stone. Boomerang!
2/24/2021
Standing in front of the hidden entrance
On horseback, with loud sacks
Clinking as loot hit loot.
With smiles of satisfaction adorning their faces
The chief said the magic words, and in went the team;
Safe from the spoiled, safe from the world,
Ready to go back out and lay misery on poor souls
(C) Nyonglema
a half-done soup
of demon-crazy convicts
with deceptive spoons!
with all due respect
exaggerated words use -
feeds my disbelief
Good steward elevated by the people’s mandate
On assurances of selfless and patriotic services
Verifiable through implementation of rendered promises
Even when a term’s arrival meets nationwide turmoil
Re-strategizing can lift a country to the front seat again
And then all challenges and burdens becoming lighter and beatable
No nonsense accepted to distraught the nation’s stability
Combining all structures and powers at disposal to
Eliminate any conspiracy posing a threat to the citizenry
Politics
Activities associated with
The governance of a country
As simple as
The administration of an organisation
But there is always power struggle
And greed for wealth
Politics become unusual
Because of power struggle
And greed for wealth
A sordid affair indeed
Conspiracy, canvassing
Scandal and bribery
All make things complex
And bring great sorrow to the people
Who are ignorant and innocent
Sometimes
We should blame the politicians
But not the political ideology
Friends our Government are setting up a Governance board to censor you, tag you, give you a fine, or put you in jail if you voice an opinion they don't like. They hired Nina Jankowicz to monitor all social media. If you don't think the collapse of free speech is here, without sounding rude, your living under a rock. Friends Fertilizer plants are being destroyed. Farmers cannot grow crops because of it. Farmers are also being paid not to grow crops. The biggest export port in the world, in Shanghai is shut down, the seventh largest port in British Columbia also. Like I have been screaming, they are orchestrating food shortages. Why? More control of you. You will have to eat their food which I would starve before eating. Also the supply for gas will diminish and there will be rationing all done on purpose. Get your houses in order. Stock up on food. Move away from the cities, start growing your own food. Start preparing for whats coming. As they call it The Great Reset. If you don't know what that is , please look it up. The New World Order, in other words. They will eliminate cash and bring in the Bitcoin currency for more monitoring of where your spending your money. If you speak against them your funds will vanish. Soon we will loose all power, no phone usage, no electricity, etc . They will blame lets say the Russians or another similar group. Read your bibles especially Revelation. God doesn't lie. He told you in Revelation what is coming. He told you before I did. If you don't know Jesus, now is the most important time to know him, because it is sad to say that those days spoken of Revelation are here now. God bless you all and may the good Lord be with you...
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Public policies are program designs
with regenerative health and safety vetted practices,
rooted in evidence of resiliently positive outcomes
Usually supported by some form of evolving theory
and/or systematic teleological perspective
about why interventions may be rationally expected
to progress toward more constitutionally protected healing
than unethical harming,
and at what cost compared to alternative governing strategies.
Producing executive orders
that are primarily reactions against existing policies
and/or regulatory procedures
without evidence that these reversals of direction
will not be more harmful than healing to people
and/or plants
and/or planet
is not developing healthy
or democratic
public governance
It is, instead, dictating autocratic,
and often kleptocratic,
promulgation of upper-caste preserving influence
without trauma-informed intent
to effectively respond
to mental and/or physical harm,
nor environmentally degenerative waste
risking thrival potential for future generations
Without any credible public service justification
for financial and neurosystemic trauma cost
intrinsic to reversing healthcare-informed direction,
specifically in comparison to extant legislated policies
now being replaced by executive fiat.
To preserve public service distinctions
between aristocratic caste-conserving ideology
and democratic-caste Constitutional teleology
please do not confuse President Trump's degenerative procedural disorders,
derived from fear of inevitable failure
and contrived from anger-mongering,
with democratically progressive
constitutionally resonant "more perfect union"
development of Left+Right bicamerally responsive
caste-interdependent governance
Organic trauma informed
resonant health and wealth serving
best ecotherapeutic practice
of resiliently safe sacred Earth stewardship.
Modern Governance
Vote-bank thoughts and woes of dissent
Leave them lost mumbling excuses
Making quick bucks their time well-spent
Leaving behind SCAMS in excess.
For Gwendolen Rix’s Chastushka form contest, 16th Feb 12
LaoTse, of Taoist fame,
like other healthy politicians,
psychologists,
philosophers,
and poets,
was interested in the humor within spirit-nature's wisdom and folly,
as the wisdom uncovered
through nature-spirit's kind and unkind humors,
Golden and ReverseGolden Rules
of robustly democratic moral integrity.
"Ratatatatatata"...
that harbinger of sorrow
women and children wailing and crying
men scampering and dying
on the farm plains lies dead bodies
bodies of innocent citizens
graffiti of blood trail everywhere
Flies feasting and buzzing
Police siren wailing and buzzing
Oh! They are late!
The gun wielders are gone
Into the thick bush they disappear
Promises broken and hopes dashed
Families broken and dreams crashed
Then they make speeches and excuses
Lives are lost
Human life, not cattle
Precious lives not meat
Hmm, Orphans are made!
We all blamed IPOB
with voice they fought
Like ants they marched
With sticks they pushed
But with tanks they were crushed
Alas, the gun wielders are criminals
The men of voice are terrorists
Yet in one country we live
What a fractured line!
What a world.
A tyrant, though he’s feared, he also fears:
A symmetry of horror unites them all.
Unleashed, a dragon that forever nears,
And he, as all the rest, it soon may maul.
A tyrant rides a tiger, yet he knows
It is not love that keeps him in that place;
And that which comes, it just as swiftly goes;
The claws of retribution can he face.
A tyrant may have had a better course
In selling shirts upon a dusty street;
Immersed in simple love, and not in force,
With friends around him, children at his feet.
The vacant glamor of a wretched life,
Forever fearing for a sudden knife.
The Cost of Nigeria governance
I remember the crys of the youth
I remember the agony of our sisters
I remember how we die so young
I remember the poverty on our streets
I remember yes I remember
I remember the ugly jungle justice
I remember the poor ghettos
I remember the police brutalities
I remember yes I remember
I remember our suffering mother
I remember our sick fathers
I remember the works and no pay
I remember the empty hospitals
I remember the single prostituting mother's
I remember yes I remember
The cost of Nigeria governance
I remember the bad roads
I remember the corruption
I remember the lies and deceit
I remember what they promised us
I remember yes I remember
I remember how they were close to us at the election period
I remember they are easy to see
I remember now that they are now cover
With dark tinted glasses
I remember now they are so busy
That our right must wait
I remember yes I remember
I remember the sick children
With no money for treatment
I remember how our school are
Closed cos they didn't pay our teachers
I remember yes I remember
I remember how we are killed
On every protest
I remember the young gone so soon
Just for standing up for there right
I remember our bleeding mother's
I remember the childs on the street
Yes I can't forget
Yes I can't forget
Cos Is not easy to forget
The cost of Nigeria governance
O tree of liberty,
how much innocent blood
requires thee
to d free?
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Rotted roots now reaches down
into your valorous, egalitarian soil
Corrupt compost ... greedy deeds
fertilizes thy idealistic seeds
Unconstitutional reign
distill covetous showers yielding filthy lucre green
Snakeskin walkers slither in the weeds lusting,
harvest the voting souls with reaper grim threshing
O tree of liberty
corrupt branches have budded,
and presently do governance thee
Slave-minded servile loyalty
blooms a cloying, obeisant scent
Rank and foul speech
be the fragrance of sprouted imperial implements
O tree of liberty,
now misshapen and bent ...
How crooked grows your gnarly governance
Summer season of despair
has turned into fallen leaves
of autumn misery
Gather in the disquieted spirits,
put the tainted crop into fermenting cold storage
Winter surely arrives
with barren nuclear arms of embrace
Feel the hardened bark on the tree of liberty,
so echo detestable ugly and avarice gnarly
Hear the cries of oppression
cresting on the westerly idol breeze
Face the coming spring of perpetual despotism,
eating fallow fruits
from the tree of liberty —
Unkept promises conceiving unkempt vows empty
Feeding withering lies to the dying global citizens;
truth famine starved souls,
whose straitened dreams are ever hungry
They were not killing the ganja field
They were polluting our land.
Chemically implementing every thing that grow to feed rastaman
The Prime Minister with his weak invention.
Is no longer able to feed us food without chemical.
Everywhere you go you see.
Rasta selling his weed.
Little does he know. They are loaded with
Genetically engineered seed
Dread locks fell off
Baby a bawl
Man can no longer plant on his farm
And sickness plague the land.
We need good governance
Because the one we have
No longer make sense.