Best Inefficiency Poems
MY GRANDMA DEEMMA
My Grandma, whom I called Deemma
bathed me in showers of limitless love and blessings.
Those feelings I am still carrying in my life.
Deemma! An ideal hostess not to even guess,
most competent in domestic chores and household management
Grandpa! An unsuccessful lawyer with irregular income low and slow.
Deemma met up his inefficiency, never blaming rather running ideal family.
Off and on, in vacations, I had spent days with her.
She narrated her life-long struggle and concluded‘While raising up kids,
whole day’s ceaseless work made me frantically fatigued.
At late night I had to seek for a small space to throw myself in bed.
Yet, as I took glance on sleeping faces of my kids,
I realized, I as the happiest woman in the world.’
She had only primary education permissible for women in those days.
But her craze reached her daughters and son to succeed as toppers
She was my idol holding extraordinary skill in sewing, knitting, embroidering.
All the dresses of her grand kids were stitched by her.
Lots of charming dolls excelling in handicrafts were gifted to me.
Once she voiced to me ‘You call me Deemma, a typical address to old lady.
Dear my child, I am aged, but mind is still young not coping up with body.’
Now being a Grandma I had to sense the same ruthless truth.
She had bestowed me compassion and care in opulence.
I got no scope to repay but only to offer my gratitude as tribute in silence.
Trying to honor with my tribute roaming through reminiscence.
03/08/ 19
Fifth Place
'What's In A Name' Contest by Kim Rodrigues.
'YOUR CHOICE TRIBUTE VERSE' Contest by Brian Strand
You march calling for taxes on
things that you think we should not eat,
tax the soda, tax the chips,
and above all tax the meat!
We point out that you have no right,
you stamp your feet and raise your voice,
utterly convinced that we
should be deprived of our free choice.
We chose to smoke or choose to drink,
aware of the potential risks,
the fact you can’t control our acts
just seems to make you more pissed,
then you badger the government,
“Use the law to make them see!”
Mind your business, no one else’s,
keep you damn laws off my body.
You claim health care should have no cost,
and be provided without charge
by governments that cannot run
departments for registering cars.
You think I should give up my health
to those power-hungry minds
who lie and drag you through the courts
if you dare to expose their crimes?
They let people suffer so
they can win a few extra votes,
you don’t think that they would 'let die'
any ‘inconvenient’ sick folk?
Institutions ever corrupt,
and cursed with inefficiency,
have no business treating people,
keep you damn laws off my body.
You claim that every woman should
be able to kill without regret,
as long as it’s their own child,
and has not left the womb yet.
Never mind the barbarism,
there is something that I must say:
I’m not part of my mother’s flesh,
I’ve got my own damn DNA!
Some claim it doesn’t matter since
I cannot survive on my own,
but neither can a five-year old,
and yet murder is not condoned.
I’ve never seen the Earth before,
but I’m a unique entity,
You cut me up and say it’s fine?
Keep you damn laws off my body!
In a utilitarian, profit-maximizing economy
Where supply only meets demand
And demand runs only for those
Willing and able; where the margin
Between total revenue
And total cost must be largest;
Where taxes are necessary evil
As they cause disincentive to work
And subsidies too as they
Breed the disgrace of inefficiency;
Where it is all about sustained
Growth and low inflation and
Low unemployment and
Healthy balance of payment and
Efficiency in resource allocation and
Maybe equity, but not quite
Equality, and perhaps standard of living
But hardly quality of life—
This is what is heard of them:
The machine is king
Making money is god
Selfishness is the religion
The underdog is the new third estate
The backbone of society
Is the modern slave
As he gets only the minimum wage
Up we arise in the morning
And off to work we go
We might not be home
In time for dinner
As work is all we know
To the boss we will be productive eventually
To our family we are never there
We have become so numb
That we done even care
Wages are low
Our pensions are cut
Our hearts are filled with rage
We long not for the good old days
For they never existed in any age
What should we do?
Economic gains benefit the country they claim
Yet we wish the hard slog
Of the factory floor
Wasn’t such a right drain
When we rise up they complain
Productivity is lost they claim
Businesses want excessive profits
And managers global fame
No one cares about our desperate poverty
Downing tools does not help
We just bring home a lot less
We buy the basics with our pittance
And rage at what we will never get
Forever lambasted for inefficiency
We never get the chance to prove our might
No wonder the economy is in such blight
Is there no salary increase insight?
We are to the bosses
Robots clothed in skin
That must be pushed harder and harder
So his bonus can be bigger
We always comply
Despite getting none of the pie
One day our hard work will pay off
One day we will retire
Until then we will work hard
For no wage makes life dire
Honoring the body
lets adore an ultratechnologycal god
a cold, swift and complex one
whom every morning
we will serve humble
glittering its “on” button
a god to whom we will caress
the polar chips
to cool our inefficiency
caused by emotions
love hate compassion tenderness
Ultratechnogical god !
the soul reflected on the mirror of your ice
shrinks tiny
while you grow
while start entering the drawer
of the museum of times
the poets philosophers psychologists
the arts the irrental
to be visited
like collection objects
strange insects
incomprehensible unnecessary
in the economic machinery
Ultratechnological god !
the night has arrived !
with panic lets turn off your button
we admire your rest in total death
but to us are left the dreams
that shout from their ferrous cell
that there was once a feeling
a living a loving
a being before having
a sharing
total and profound that was real
but is now part of the mnemic hologram
I
Excellence in service, equalities
In society: access to every utility
Makes men and me dependent
Until depending on undependables
Makes us meek, mad or uncivilized
But for those accidental attractions
II
Like stars at night, without man's light
Beautiful, delicious darkness
Sets off the diamonds in domed Crown
Sliver of a moon makes memories
Old and new about the heaven, universe
Thank you South Africa (Eskom) for failures
Your corrupt business model takes us back
(to beauty as God meant it for we to see)
Introspective Agony
Shattering all the imagery, my mirrored visions lost inside
Catapulting out the memories I should've never left behind
Gliding on deceptive Angel Wings, wind chilled in silent lies
Gasping for the air I need while breathing my goodbyes
To arrogant to accept the unacceptable things of fate
The paradox of this frantic Being annihilating what I create
Scientific mathematically writing solutions that won't equate
Walking the inside out of all the emotions we complicate
Last chance thought collectively, the three of me must decide
Is suffering worth the agony if in happiness we never cry
The inefficiency in disaster seeking, two worlds one mind collide
Time lost in the catastrophe of never living but have I died...
Revised: 05/14/17
For Contest: "Introspect" Deep inside you
US President Donald Trump delivers!
Disappearing people,
people aren’t illegal
The inefficiency of DOGE
Nothing makes sense, it’s all a mirage
Ignoring the Supreme Court,
immigrant prisoner’s fees come up short
Drastic aid cuts kill people overseas,
bringing back rare disease
I’m not bashing the Trump agenda
Sipping a five-dollar coffee and Splenda
It’s inflation, and his
insatiable appetite for tariffs in other nations
Got his gimmick and applause
Worldwide leaders upset because
outrageously tariffed
Worse than even liberals predicted!
Firing government workers,
ridding twitter twerkers
Best say 2020 election was rigged,
and that other candidate cheated
Silicon Valley beware,
AI undermining gives a scare
Pardon the bad guys,
lock up innocent lives
Tariff-related market collapse,
Gerrymandering make new maps
Farmers forced to overregulate
Under lableing’s blind fate
Suing the media,
can’t fact check on Wikipedia
Bye bye D.O.D
end of US Army?
Rename it, department of war,
forget defense, think of horror
I mean, I could just keep going
Let’s see what is missing?
Government workers fired
Lack of qualified candidates hired
Take his family and RFK JR radical,
gets checks from pharmaceutical
Braking the law shooting-up everyday,
what would the dead Kennedy's say?
What isn’t missing is Trump in the White House
and his trophy wife spouse
And so instead of unabashedly bawling my eyes out
I’ll do what it takes to mellow doubt
That’s only half of it,
Melania spoke out, I’m now in a bad state of regret
Give me a drag—I need cigarette!
Tandie no longer smiles, tandie no longer smiles, The deceptive reflection of the mirror only displays Effusive images of their smiles and laughter.
their momentary pleasure shattered a lifetime Of her dreams of raising three songs and a daughter.
No mental serenity can overcome her tormenting reality. The disfigured contours of her body display her bruises.
Her elders are quick to deprecate her broken soul to the Visual connotations and effects of the clothes she chooses.
she is domiciled in a world where the furrows on her cheeks are the only accepted signs for grievance,
They have renditioned her joy and choose not to question what's in its place.
they do not hear her silenced attempted to scream reduced to mare whispers as the echoes of their piercing groans replay.
they do not hear her silenced attempted to scream reduced to mare whispers as the echoes of their piercing groans replay. Over and over and over again until the very pounds of her heart resemble his and his and that other man she
never got to see.
The merciful liters of the sea could cleanse the stench of their sweat or the hot
Breath that caressed her tender shoulders shouting all kinds of names That conformed her to everything she would vowed never to be.
She often lays awake in search of edification from this endeavor,
But her minds only paints pictures of a world where immorality is Justified and such vile creatures are applaud not appalled.
Justice is only for just us until your liberties are taken, she admits as her innocence is taken forever.
We are slaves trapped by our dreams and blinded by our ambitions to take Note of dimmed stars and to see the depth of the darkness in her frown.
We rush to cling to our inefficiency as consolidation for refusing to see her’s So if you ever see tandie passing bye know that she is the conception and Manifestation of a broken world and a reality we have chosen to accept as our Daily life.
September 27 Scripture Meditations Based on Luke 1
Key Verse– Luke 1:53 He (God) hath filled the hungry with good things…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR FILLING ME WITH GOOD THINGS
Thank You for filling me with good things, so great
Notwithstanding my unfaithfulness of slothfulness’ bait…
Please accept my sincere confession-repentance state
May I be humble in calling unto You, not late, but up-to-date.
Thank You for filling me with good things, so bountiful
Notwithstanding my prayerfulness, dreadfully awful…
Please forgive my offensive apathy that’s never useful
May I be submissive in surrendering unto You against being boastful.
Thank You for filling me with good things, so satisfying
Notwithstanding my discontentment I keep denying…
Please help my frequent unbelief to stop from lying
May I be restrained in complaining against You with my selfish vying.
Thank You for filling me with good things, so timely
Notwithstanding my impatience shown obviously…
Please uphold my wearying endurance to wait earnestly
May I be prompt in prioritizing You along Your will joyously.
Thank You for filling me with good things, so generous
Notwithstanding my complaints of which I’m conscious…
Please correct my stinginess for me to be magnanimous
May I be selfless in pleasing You with character that’s virtuous.
Thank You for filling me with good things, so beneficial
Notwithstanding my ignorance of sovereign plan I regard as circumstantial…
Please guide my determined decisiveness towards what’s essential
May I be compliant in following You toward truth-journey, heavenly special.
Thank You for filling me with good things, so profitable
Notwithstanding my inefficiency, proving that I’m incapable…
Please uphold my biblical conviction for it to be stable
May I be steadfast in clinging to You through Your love, always available.
September 27, 2022
Discrediting plausibility
by shredding their humility
to a place of vulnerability
devoured by inabilities
cowardice incompetence
showered into consciousness
empowered causing confidence
validation found in compliments
a false sense of accomplishment
resort to intense punishment
to knock down their competitors
who speak of truth not metaphors
that could reverse their actual course
see them falling through floorboards
far from craved credited applause
a status low as though blackballed
on salaries always needing more
survival gifting no rewards
a personality to be ignored
social skills which leave them bored
testing humans to their core
needing a win but cannot score
electrical without a cord
no plug socket or power source
as management you were assured
entitlement had power stored
defensive walls they reinforced
the canon fire rains then pours
constant drainage of resource
when liars reign without remorse
demonstrate through acts of war
axing allies no friends of yours
switching sides ending support
backtracking and invasions fall
forward thinking backward thoughts
two faced fronts fights are fought
defend positions within the fort
saving supply routes to the port
lowered standards poor results
lose respect face the onslaught
enclosing can’t escape assaults
laced with disgrace of dense insults
unsatisfactory falling short
the cost of power steeply soars
run out of bullets fight with swords
sticks and stones not canon balls
back to basics of infant schools
learning how the mighty fall
turns out you might be a fool
from the authority you adore
to unemployed and lost it all
from big and powerful to small
once important not anymore
once arrogant above the law
apparently now unloveable
a tyrant silenced by rivals
the outlaw downfall locked indoors
freedom within the prison walls
abusing boundaries horribly
so far beyond authority
explicitly and vicously
fully of inefficiency
faults and inability
soulless animosity
dethroned without the sovereignty
lost lonely in unpopularity.
Will one day be against the law
To grow your body five feet tall,
To have a paunch/To eat too much:
And those too different [or who Pray]
Will be (Most Kindly) put away.
And will watch you/checking if
You have eaten what they wish,
That you wash, and that you wipe,
Doing Everything That’s Right:
Resistance, futile, as the Borg,
Inefficiency – abhorred—
Then as the drone, when you are old,
[Most Gently] thrown out in the cold.
But after desiccation, then
O Soylent Green, you’ll live again.
JVB September 27, 2007 Viksmanshyttan, Sweden
September 19 Scripture Meditations Based on Matthew 26-28
Key Verse – Matthew 26:10 When Jesus understood [it], he said unto them, Why trouble ye the woman? for she hath wrought a good work upon me.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING ME
Thank You for understanding me in my ignorance
Unconditionally loving me with merciful perseverance
Around Your salvation-assurance
Of eternal redemption’s insurance.
Thank You for understanding me in my foolishness
Unfailingly teaching me with wise truthfulness
Around Your Scripture-completeness
Of illumining discipleship’s fruitfulness.
Thank You for understanding me in my disability
Unceasingly transforming me with useful capacity
Around Your might-sovereignty
Of effective ministry’s stability.
Thank You for understanding me in my gloom
Undoubtedly forgiving me with purging love from guilt doom
Around Your joyfulness-room
Of peaceful contentment’s bloom.
Thank You for understanding me in my inefficiency
Undeniably inspiring me with faithful constancy
Around Your righteousness-fervency
Of productive stewardship’s persistency.
Thank You for understanding me in my discouragement
Untiringly cheering me with revival engagement
Around Your presence- fulfillment
Of active fellowship’s commitment.
Thank You for understanding me in my frustration
Unfalteringly exhorting me with guiding admonition
Around Your Word-instruction
Of blessed prayerfulness’ function.
September 19, 2022
(This is a fictional poem)
Last week I received a letter that said I won a million dollar sweepstake.
I got so mad that I started to shake.
I know that the postal service can be slow.
But this letter was mailed to me twenty years ago.
I went to the post office to complain about this.
But believe it or not, they said it was good service.
They said that because of the postal service's inefficiency, I was lucky to get the
letter at all.
That pissed me off so I kicked the postmaster in the balls.
But that turned out to be a federal offense.
I was arrested and now I'm facing a lengthy prison sentence.
Now I will rot in jail.
All because of the inefficiency of the mail.
Form:
In life anew, relate deficiency:
a heart that yearns for anything but this
and suffers for its inefficiency.
The hope, the future lost in just a kiss,
the need, the ache for breath of coming days,
a heart that yearns for anything but this
where, in the place of fortitude, fear plays
to bleed our vision from your tearful eye;
the need, the ache for breath of coming days,
that hold no others here but you and I;
no force unseen can ever breach the soul
to bleed our vision from your tearful eye;
to fail not, heart, the mind need not console –
no heart still unsearched disappoints again
no force unseen can ever breach the soul
and bring renewal of this present pain.
In life anew, relate deficiency:
no heart still unsearched disappoints again
and suffers for its inefficiency.
Form: