Best Legislated Poems
A rhyming thank you written in verse
To the wonderful women and men who work as a nurse
They do so much more than just first aid
Considering their responsibility they should be better paid
They assist in the process of creation
They are even responsible for drug calculation
In crisis situations they aid in evacuation
Nurses need to be treated better across the whole nation
They are faced with the challenge of an ageing population
They work overseas and help the poor
For those incapacitated they come to the door
They are on the front line during times of war
They have a duty of care legislated by law
On a daily basis they are faced with death
They are with a patient for their last breath
They work long hours without adequate pay
They face trauma and grief day by day
They have to work at a rapid pace
Often having to rush from place to place
Due to cutbacks they are often short of staff
In some areas staffing is less than half
Our healthcare system is in a state of demise
C’mon you politicians give nurses a pay rise
They deal with patients who are disorderly or wild
They provide comfort to parents of a child
They encounter various problems with people’s health
They don’t discriminate the poor or those with wealth
They assist in the prevention or destruction of disease
They are expected by some to do this with ease
They are ordinary people doing extraordinary acts
Don’t question them unless you know all of the facts
They deal with issues that cause stress
They treat patients who are in distress
They deal with patients who want to fight
They deal with patients who sometimes bite
They help patients who are deaf or without sight
They work seven days a week both day and night
They assist a patient who has lost their mind
Their mannerisms are generally pleasant and kind
Only recently have they been given reasonable superannuation
The government must do more and increase remuneration
They are highly educated, instructed and trained
When facing trauma their uniforms can get blood stained
They deal with cuts, abrasions and breaks
Constantly they have to avoid making mistakes
Nurses without a doubt do a wonderful job
They are the blood supply that keeps our hearts a throb
I am so proud that I have a sister who is a nurse
To you my sister and your peers I give you this verse
Let me begin by declaring
a well known cliche:
our skin does not define us,
nor does our place of birth
define our worth.
And yet we are scattered
across the globe,
sometimes whole oceans,
separating us.
We see countless borders
that man has made
serving the purpose
of temporal order.
And what a fickle creature
is this race of Man.
With flags speared into the sand,
time and time again.
You wonder what it's all coming too,
to what possible end?
Taking ganders at the past,
looksies at the ancient,
never hurt a soul.
If we don't know the origins
how can we hope to devise a goal?
Some say these lines in the sand
divide us so - but is this true?
Does it not show respect for your fellow man:
your way is not my own,
but, please, if you will,
let me share my truth
and you do the same.
I believe in the Sovereignty of Nations,
the Allegiance of mini-Kingdoms.
I believe that Charity, however well spun, with the best of intentions,
cannot be coerced with sticks and stones,
that archaic method - it must be written on our hearts,
on our very souls. Not in the Manuscripts of Man
will you find such power as the one pumping in our veins.
To Salvation's Sky, to our Savior's Loving Stare,
Rules and Regulations will never take us there.
Legislated Robbery does not compassion make,
for it only serves to pin
Neighbor against Neighbor,
Gender against Gender.
How can human freedom be so readily forsaken
with the perilous pens of other fallible men?
We are One People,
One Race, flying the
banner of peace and love.
No one desires war,
no one willingly
looks for discord.
And yet here we are:
fighting battles
that none can afford.
The chaos of the earth
is the collective reflection
of the Human Heart.
If you want change to occur
that's a fine place to start.
NOTE: I like to think of myself as a hardcore libertarian with a strong moral fiber. I don't always agree with the absurd antics of others, but recognize that people have a right to make their own bad decisions.
When ignorance and mediocrity is on display,
fancy title and salaries become proof thereby.
The incompetence to deliver is the destruction,
implementation without visions is a foolish attraction.
What makes it very clear, when too many idiots pulling the plug,
the ship will sink, regardless the excuses by this pathetic flog.
Leadership has to proof itself by sincere integrity,
or democratic politics become anarchistic misery.
The chances are that everybody stops paying the electric bill,
and those self elected wasters running for the hill.
The parliament exchanges all day long so many honors like a sugar wand,
pushing responsibilities further and further to dumbfounded stand.
Legislated arrogance creates a memory tread,
when relativities bouncing of the empty head.
When politicians and its sheep’s hunt the savage dream,
prophecies of failure are the current in the stream.
No, Speaker Ryan,
you do not speak for me
of the sacred probabilities
for growing civil kindness.
I respect your mind and your feelings,
but we are not, as you assert, all angry.
In fact, some of us think it is a bad, sad, and mad idea
to try to develop healthy and equitable policies for Others
out of personal anger and political fear,
when we could choose motivations engaging cooperative love,
restorative justice,
compassionate communication
and internal/external peace-making.
I am sorry you are angry,
but please do not project your concerns
about lack of viable health and safety outcomes
onto win/win-motivated me
And millions of others who believe that green
unconditional warm compassion
is not only more resonantly kind
but also more resiliently healthy
than red anger
and dark blue fear
of traumatic loss.
Both political and environmental scientists
can explain why monoculturally rabid
win/lose
0-sum
predative environments
are unlikely to evolve therapeutically stable
regenerative resolutions
toward healthy sustainable
nutritionally rich
and multicultural win/win co-empowerment outcomes
for you,
and me,
and we,
and Earth
Polarizing anger
is unlikely to produce deep economic ecological healthy relationships
and wide poli-cultural love communion
with AnthroCreator God,
or with awesome messianic EnLightenment,
or with EarthPower's indigenous bodhisattva wisdom,
much less all bilaterally intelligent three
Worshipped, celebrated, legislated, governed
not with militarized PTSD anger
or polarized fear-mongering stress
or unfree, costly hate speech
But eating with joyful humility
and drinking with open, trust-developing curiosity
producing Left-cognitive and consuming Right-intuitive
compassionate neurosystemic communication
SunLight liberating messiahs
and EarthPower conserving bodhisattvas
Fruit of resilient transgenerational
sacred passion/organic pleasure,
EgoMind v EcoBody chronic trauma-informed
AnthroCrown/EarthRoot
BiPartisan CommunioNations.
Sexist Selective's
I’m getting old, easily confused,
So things take time to sink in,
Especially, from around our World,
Issues to behold, such daily news.
Now for some todays big thing to spoil it,
Is not famine or drought,
Nor is it the prospect of an impending war,
It seems Texas creates a controversial toilet.
In fact it has not actually created anything,
Merely stated that men born men are men,
And legislated that ladies, once again,
Are also ladies, which creates a sting.
You see the joy of the image of humanity,
Is our constant striving to adapt and change,
In this case gender is on the page,
Creating this particular new insanity.
For quite understandably, those we have changed,
Wish to be seen in the image of their new rights,
Men are now men, once again based on latest measure,
Ladies also, now could have been born a different range.
Now it strikes me, its really not that hard,
That the real issue here is the segregation of toilets,
Its the toilets that are the sexist selective’s,
Why not change their design, its not that hard.
Today, given the blessing of a flushing loo,
Which is denied to nearly half our World,
Surely we just have loo’s, no more hullabaloo,
All toilets unisex, the kindest and easiest thing we can do!
@Andrew Carnegie, flushing environmentally, Wiltshire Jan 6th 2017.
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Jimmy Kimmel talked about his son
who was born with a heart disease.
Representative John Vaso voted
against Affordable Care act that
would have supported a woman
with a brain tumor. People on a
retired fixed income are having
a hard time keeping up with the
increases in health insurance. I
wrote these poems after thinking
about this.
Pains In Health Plan
Our Congress members on are concentrating;
Pains in health plan they can be creating;
Bill not ever read,
Or have heard said;
What took place was plenty of prevaricating.
From us health benefits will want to rob,
By someone with big mouth or a fat slob;
From where I sit,
Are dumb dimwit,
And hope next election will lose their job.
There are things that we must confess;
Health Care plan has become a big mess;
Think of self only;
Leaving us lonely,
We are under duress causing so much stress.
Congress is not nice, courteous or ever kind;
Never leaving us with any peace of mind;
Sold us short;
Lent no support;
Even took advantage of deaf, dumb and blind.
All politicians we should learn how to avoid
Making all of us annoyed as well as paranoid;
Sure are sarcastic;
Doing things drastic;
Should flush them down toilet like a big void.
Constituents are being taking advantage of,
And with us won't share any of their love;
What's wrong with them?
Made our lives look grim;
So we have to pray to God in heaven above.
They never treat is like one of their own,
And soup given to us only had a big bone;
Pain in know where;
Not treat with care;
What they know nothing about leave alone.
What Congress really needs is to be officiated,
So that things will be successfully legislated;
Goals be met;
Not fool around or fret;
Or a successor to them will be contemplated.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
PS. Which one do you like the best?
I watched something on the television in a program about Euthanasia
And since my father died from cancer what palliative care would be a saviour
I can understand I think how sick people would want a choice in their death
And some dignity with it from degenerative diseases that are horrible in their breath
Countries are legislating this choice for their people in their death decision's depth
The Netherlands made it legal with the help of a doctor to have an assisted death
Then the program showed Antoinette a Dutch older citizen
Whose ailment was a psychological illness in her lament in her end
With her doctor she presented an argument about ending it all
Because her depression was so bad she wanted it to count as her fall
On the day of her death she had her friends, son and daughter there
For a death ceremony in her bedroom after saying goodbye for all to care
If these end of life options were to be legislated for each one of us
With a lowering of the bar would other reasons for suicide be without a fuss
When these reasons are factored in would we shrug and say it's want they want
And assisted deaths become the norm in examining their reasons in their font
Old age, infirmity, disability or person's finite choice would be the reason
With a doctor's note agreeing to the reasons pinned to the latest victim in the end
But I find these psychological reasons to be without a lot of sense for assisted suicide
Smacking of the Nazis and getting rid of people that society would not abide
Finally would it be that the person to die may not have a choice for themselves?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Here in the autumn of year 2012
I mourn freedoms lost as do many other of my countrymen
I mourn the loss of these freedoms; blindly legislated away
Freedoms that our fathers fought and died to win and knew so very well
I weep for our children that know not what has been taken from them
Freedoms taken from us or simply given away in the name of security
Freedoms forsaken in the name of security is also a chain that tightly binds
These many chains cast upon us will eventually lead us into bondage
In bondage none will raise a voice for they want not for anything
Wanting for nothing but for the freedom that was given away
At the turn of the time at nine last night
Sprawled swimming still with the tide
The wheel against her will in her on pool
The doctor masked with eclecticism of electricity
As Mercy laboured last breath for mechanized exit
Mercy was not killed, it was mercy killing
To spare the tree, spoil the fruits
As advocated so legislated
The doctrine of rightists and leftists
At the top of the hour at nine in the night
Flushed, flowing free down the drain
The flight against her right
The doctor pointed patron’s panacea
For Mercy missed first breath for calculated death
Mercy was not killed, it was mercy killing
To seize the clog, severe the cord
As directed so acted
The song of activists and their likes
Well was it mercy killing
When Mercies were killed
At nine last night?
I watched something on the television in a program about Euthanasia
And since my father died from cancer what palliative care would be a saviour
I can understand I think how sick people would want a choice in their death
And some dignity with it from degenerative diseases that are horrible in their breath
Countries are legislating this choice for their people in their death decision's depth
The Netherlands made it legal with the help of a doctor to have an assisted death
Then the program showed Antoinette a Dutch older citizen
Whose ailment was a psychological illness in her lament in her end
With her doctor she presented an argument about ending it all
Because her depression was so bad she wanted it to count as her fall
On the day of her death she had her friends, son and daughter there
For a death ceremony in her bedroom after saying goodbye for all to care
If these end of life options were to be legislated for each one of us
With a lowering of the bar would other reasons for suicide be without a fuss
When these reasons are factored in would we shrug and say it's want they want
And assisted deaths become the norm in examining their reasons in their font
Old age, infirmity, disability or person's finite choice would be the reason
With a doctor's note agreeing to the reasons pinned to the latest victim in the end
But I find these psychological reasons to be without a lot of sense for assisted suicide
Smacking of the Nazis and getting rid of people that society would not abide
Finally would it be that the person to die may not have a choice for themselves?
© Paul Warren Poetry
The essence of wit is brevity
which interestingly evinces chivalry
delivered verdict to hex hoar size
(once and for all) president
dons mantle of deviltry
and trumps constitutional credo
defining American elementary
particular edicts denoting, enshrining,
framing, grand honorable inalienable rights
when foolhardy lobbyists prevail
evicting execrable“enemy”
i.e. forward thinking (progressively liberal)
which subsequently might help
timid citizens to invoke probate, procure, produce cojones
in opposition against rabidly power hungry,
misogynistic courting among the body politik
fostering future feverish fortuity,
toward risking life and limb sans
Uncle Sam selfless gratuity
(especially as Benjamin Button syndrome –
reverses aging process
acquired thru heredity
gets in full swing) stamping mindset
nonestablishmentarian identity
with my Kosher blessing despite any infamy
permission to go ahead with jocularity
from a superstar coach named Kennedy
thereby garnering homespun liberty
where icon bank on direct
laudable, linkedin longevity
with unrolled Scottish grandeur
(Pomp and Circumstance broadcast)
synchronized with precise
unrolled welcome mat
yule receive granted “FAKE” feted soiree
as curtain call doth close toward
final decade of mortality
yet dismiss bing hash-tagged
a scofflaw at any opportunity
especially if legislated mandate
earmarked as priority
in tandem with the key quality
apothegm stipulates decrease sing sanity
as the hands of father time
spin (Doktor Dude Little) backward
away from present day turbidity
increasing revanchism uber victory.
In the labyrinth of thoughts where shadows dance with echoes of forgotten liberties,
Where the moon casts its silver veil upon the silent watchers of the night,
He wanders, a soul lost in the sea of melancholy, a dreamer adrift in the waves of time,
Contemplating the chains that bind him, the unseen hands that guide his every step,
Through the winding corridors of his consciousness.
To be governed is to be enveloped in an invisible web of surveillance,
To be watched over by eyes that see but do not understand,
To be inspected, spied on, by men who claim authority without wisdom,
Directed and legislated by those who know neither justice nor compassion,
A puppet in the grand theater of control, where the strings are pulled by unseen hands.
He feels the weight of regulation, the suffocating grip of arbitrary rules,
Every action recorded, every thought indoctrinated,
Preached to by voices that echo in the chambers of his mind,
Controlled and assessed, weighed and censored,
By those who neither have the right nor the virtue to judge.
In the stillness of the night, when the world is draped in silence,
He meditates on the paradox of freedom, the illusion of autonomy,
A solitary wanderer painting his sorrows on the canvas of the dark,
With the ink of disillusionment, the brush of despair,
Each stroke a testament to the invisible chains that bind him,
Each line a whisper of the dreams that once soared free.
Yet, in this desolate landscape of control and surveillance,
He finds a strange, twisted beauty, a haunting melody in oppression,
A tragic grace in the decay of liberty,
And he wonders, as he wanders through the labyrinth of his mind,
If perhaps, in this melancholy, there lies a hidden truth,
A secret yet to be unveiled, a key to the chains that bind.
For in the depths of night, where shadows reign supreme,
And the moon's silver whispers weave their tales,
He is but a dreamer, a soul seeking the light of true freedom,
In a world where governance is but a shadow,
An echo of what could be, and the haunting melody of what is lost.
In the midst of males
The grey haired meant to move
In accordance with the rule
Legislated by nature
With kola nut blessing it starts
Through pouring of librations
To call the watching sleepers
It just invites
And unites
The hustlers and the sleepers
For we all have shares
In the unity of the parties
May the light burn still
And the keeper, keep it still
The righteous ones claim justice must be served,
but what exactly do they mean by that;
a conflict in our thoughts that I’ve observed
requires us all to be a diplomat.
While justice from a legal point of view
means what is legislated into law,
but from a moral view we can construe
that social justice overcomes the flaw.
So what are we to make of these demands
for justice by the people in the streets
while holding signs and echoing their stands
as Congress rather gutless keeps their seats.
Perhaps we need to reconcile the rift
between the moral and the legal shift.
December 18,2018
Copyright © 2014
09..02.2014
Burger King taking a risk
But why leave like this
They say times are changing
World economies rearranging
Rearranging mankind's life
Now legislated role as wife
Budget increase for drones
Are making our world moan
Moaning for what's to come
Angels' song or missile hum
Maybe someone will help us
Before the radioactive dust
Vladimir Putin's new vision
Ushered in a new season
Wars and rumors of wars
It's time to habitat Mars
Changing Biblical history
Could bring more misery
So, not like this
Earth we'll miss.
by: LPruitt
Sep 1, 2014 // 8:56am