Best Protocols Poems
Emerging from sleep dream temerity,
his remote aurora spectral prisms
from which his wakefulness gives legerity,
from which surfaces new burgeoning aphorisms.
Truth’s contours arrayed in fluid fluency,
his morning ataraxia in the still water lake
from where his senses lose their truancy,
from where ideation sheds the opaque.
He finds repose in a moment's seclusion,
his lucid cortex in reflective possibility,
but he learns his real confirmation in inclusion,
and learns our fellowship best protects our fragility.
So quickly we imbrute each other with walls,
he knows how militarization is summoned by anxiety,
he weeps at the endless requiem protocols,
he grieves at history’s long cruel impropriety.
But he detects his promise in human need,
our struggle against forces of dehumanization,
our commission in communitarian creed,
our hope in human family realization.
Awarded second place in Poetrysoup "Grace and Solitude" rhyming poetry contest sponsored by John Hamilton.
When history someday recalls
Behavior that simply appalls
They just have to reach
Those we chose to impeach
To see some who defy protocols.
Yet the record of Senate near-brawls
Will have info that sometimes enthralls
Such as votes that got split
Like the one in which Mitt*
Proved a pol in his party had balls!
*Mitt Romney, the only Republican
who voted to remove Trump from office
If I had been a governess, I would have been paid.
Maybe a pittance, maybe a penny, maybe in francs or yen.
Who knows?
If I had been a race car driver, I would have been revered
By my pit crew, I would have made them laugh as I left
The others in the dust, as I lapped around, refusing to
Wear my helmet. Varoom! Varoom!
If I had been a princess, I would have been bored, talking
Politely, wearing gloves to tea, learning dreary protocols,
My life not my own, a slave really.
Let me out of here!
But if I had been a pirate, I would have been daring and
Dashing. My crew would have adored me. They would have
Been terrified of my terribleness. I missed my chance.
Dang it!
The Hacker
Vodka
Used Dells and HP notebooks
Routers and switches
Gateways and sniffers
Kvm boxes and multi real-time data shows
My booty is plenty
No one knows the white mask of mist
They only know some monies are amiss
Bots and trojans and loggers too
Tools of the trade
As the cash is readily piled and made
2 million bit coins
400 million Yuan
786 billion rubles, there goes Putin’s new dawn
From Monaco to Luxembourg to Timbuktu
I have all the cash
Stolen from even mighty criminals too
Now I partake in my biggest heist
The crown jewels you can all keep and gaze
My prize is of more value, I shall hack all the days
I trace ip’s, and wires and protocols
Searching for patterns and rhythms and single heart beats
I shall not ever accept any defeat
I sit in my chair, monitors a plenty
Scanning and routing, probing and poking
Kilobytes and packets of data my way
Slowly, I shall hack into the device I wish to sway
Bingo, I got it, I think I am in
Pacemaker number 24-25-poet-of-things
I now control the beat of her heart
As I reprogram her love from here to the start
Pumping away, verses that sway
I shall now control her hearts desires of spring love in May
Captured her heart
Now I hold it in prisons enclave
To ancient romances and poetic rhymes
I know I am guilty of loves worst crime
However now I know her heart is all mine
I shall make it beat for eternity
So that the kiss I shall give on her sweet lips
Will be smiles held forever and a day
I hacked her heart
And I like it this way!
IF I RULED THE RED CROSS
If I Ruled the Red Cross,
many changes I would make
It would be required
that our Movement is understood
By everyone without excuses.
If I Ruled the Red Cross,
Every activity is scrutinised
Before they'll be organised
By the principles that are recognised
Be indictable not to be prized
To preserve my Independence from being Paralysed.
If I Ruled the Red Cross,
Nobody will misuse the emblems
No one will violate the principles
Everyone will follow the due protocols
Anything that's wrong
Shall always be wrong
No matter who does it.
If I Ruled the Red Cross,
The emblem shall be Red Cross
Never would our documents
Be printed in Black Cross
Anybody found wanting
Will have their faces crushing
In the ocean of red crossing.
If I Ruled the Red Cross,
I would require
every volunteer to love each other
as a sister or a brother
and care for those suffering
from the pains of illness
By giving my Voluntary Service
Without expecting kind gesture in reverse.
If I Ruled the Red Cross,
I would want it to be
a happier and more loving place
of lasting peace
There would be no wars,
no hurt in anyone’s life
Life would be long
and held with respect.
If I Ruled the Red Cross,
The rules of war
Shall always be a law
The Geneva Conventions
Would be respected
By every soldier as expected.
If I Ruled the Red Cross,
I would be open to criticism
Refrain from nepotism
Desist from individualism
Discourage sectionalism
And embrace unionism.
If I Ruled the Red Cross,
this is what I would require,
but sadly I do not
and my dreams are just dreams
of a place we call tranquillity
Where we preach Impartiality
Sing the song of Neutrality.
However,
If I Ruled the Red Cross,
I would try to make tranquillity
To spread the power of Humanity
To cherish the strength of Unity
Everywhere for everyone is Universality
Into our own reality.
©Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet
The atmosphere is electric with joyous anticipation
The musicians are readying themselves to perform
You know some of the pieces that are on the programme
You settle yourself down and switch off your phone.
The concert is starting - the atmosphere changes
An energy filters to all in the room.
A tuning of instruments, the looking at scores
Some rustling of programmes, a settling of bones -
The conductor emerges to a rapturous applause.
The greeting of musicians, old protocols fulfilling
This fuss gives importance to composers long dead
The excitement is rising – the audience is waiting - then
A gentle quiet plucking - a crash of brass cymbals -
Violinists synergistically wielding their bows.
Wind takes up some threads of the melody
Soprano in blue sings out from her soul
Her face is mirroring a wealth of emotion
Slow melody – a gradual build up - a crescendo sublime.
A solo on viola – entwined with some oboe -
Conductor is dancing – the harpist entrancing
Percussion joy-riding
- an excitement of sound
Invades your serenity –
Fills THE SPACE THAT’S WITHIN.
You sit up straight – alert to the music –
Absorbing it all with each cell of your being
A smile on his face, your companion leans over –
“Keep this in your mind for when you grow older,
It will delight you!”
How did we acquire the knowledge of getting food
following all protocols and procedures
of knowing when the Earth is in a fine mood
to give a handshake of bountiful harvest?
In search of knowledge and understanding
man has explored Nature, down to its hood
and due to his short comings, treated humanity unfairly and rude.
Knowing the mechanics of an existing phenomenon
makes one a happy and creative dude
but having no idea how it even existed
makes his understanding still bare and nude
Under a higher authority, we’re all nursed
be it a gentleman with the fine name-Jude
or matter in a non-stop pause
having no artery of sustenance like the wood
Life and existence, wisdom and health, He’s the source
Him- not even the microscopes can elude
He is existing, everlasting and much more than a force
He is no other than God and He is good.
I took a shortcut through the basketball court to get to the airport
But I started running up and down on the basketball court
I picked up a ball from behind the goal post
And join the boys on the court
I didn’t care about the rules
and wasn’t concern if I looked like a fool
All I wanted was to get my ball through the net
I made several attempts to score a goal but the ball
dances on the ring and roll on the ground
Something strange was happening on the basket court
Everyone was shooting but no one was scoring
The ball kept hitting the ring but it was not going in
I examined the basket closely
and found that it was not aligned properly
So I called the guy beside
and shared this interesting story
He nodded his head and agreed with me
I tried again but it was the same,
the ball kept jumping up and down the ring
Something prompted me to change the ball and I was appalled
The first throw I made landed in the basket
Since then I kept scoring and my adrenalin kept pouring
The guy beside shouted from the back of his throat,
“Different ball same rule”
The ball was going through
The ball was the problem and I was blossoming again
Another guy took the abandon ball but he could not score at all
He kept running up and down the court with his hand on his mouth
I wanted to shout and complete with a knock out
How many games I could have won?
How many trophies I could have land
If I had known the secret plan
The soccer match
The baseball game
The football match
The tennis match
The volleyball game
The golf tournament
And all the balls have broken the protocols
Different ball same game
Different rules same game
I have won the match again
802.11 I got it from,
the electro magnetic spectrum.
We can hash it all out and add speed & security,
AES, 3G, 4G, LTE.
Whatever smartphone is modular and popular,
wireless networks, triangulated towers.
It's known to drain your power so you're charging, surfing,
try to find the combination to keep it working.
So we can watch twerking videos, and get spammed,
#twitter, facebook, pinterest, instagram.
TCP/IP and Multi-layered protocols,
7 is the magic number to understand it all.
Physical, datalink, network, transport, session, presentation, application layer,
The seven-layer OSI (Open Systems Interconnect) is the standard integrator.
Lockdown over, I had to head to school
my pupils waiting to learn the golden rule
I got ready and put on that mask
following the health protocols is a must
How would I each word articulate?
and those whole lessons explicate!
***
Principals in their towers have their say
and teachers, Skills For Life, have to convey
So eager to see my pupils and join the classroom
no time to spend with colleagues in the teachers room
Just virtual wishes.. Love and hugs
and the joy of all the social media tags.
***
I looked weird, in need of a breathing space
with that mask and my glasses, nothing remained of my face!
High time I proceeded with the warming up
avoiding to preach or give a negative heads up
A perplexed look in my pupils eyes I could see
a strong desire to build in them a motivational esprit
***
Nothing has changed, me doing all the talking
in day dreams they seemed to be sinking
My voice in the void echoed, "am I speaking Chinese?
I'm afraid, these are but the English language abcs!"
'If you can't turn the page, burn the book'. "Would you please paraphrase?
not all at once, please, one at a time as always!"
***
"Sorry teacher, we didn't bring our textbooks"
I was maddened but they got nothing from my looks
"Teacher, isn't burning books wrong and bad?!"
I felt deeply disappointed but could nothing add!
I see you've been learning English off by heart!
and with revision you've torn your minds apart!
***
We are wise and curious, teacher! glued to our smart phones
learning from Peaky Blinders.. Breaking Bad.. and Game of Thrones!
I thanked God I was wearing that shielding mask
I could resist my rage and carry off the teaching task.
To my pen, a deep gratitude for such a relief
such a consuming task could make funny and brief.
The government and its people stay on antagonistic sides
but what stimulates the rulers’ infidelity to patriotism
can easily be bought by any, over the counter.
They are desperately in need
of sailors to guide through the storm
yet for some reasons,
nurture a belief of so called anointed but empty vessels.
Structural human developments
siphoned by leadership’s exhaust pipes,
desecrating humanity’s sanctuary
for corruption to sell in wholesale.
The public treasury flows down
non-stop even bypassing its bladder,
as materialism and the quest for good life
break all of conscience’s administrative protocols.
Survival instincts undergo inflation
for civilization to suffer a recession
to this end, unity’s objections are overruled
by Nepotism and favouritism.
Social growth is blocked
and always in need of foreign catheter.
A direct current links poverty to the mindset and way of life,
giving a clear evidence of an economy
in desperate need of reconstructive surgery.
Darkness' epigraph amid this insatiable desire to penetrate and thus
Manipulate, mannas created flesh....
Entities of which it has claimed as its own across these regions in existence!?
Conquest to be sought and whom should know better this quatrains truth
Than I myself; facing regalias relentlessly determined median of woe
This heartless in cruel perhaps; reasons in part to be known
Mingled, throughout quislings coveted and lustful designs; exoriating....
But who decides, while these shadows mark slowly their lingering inside
Nature and natural born foes of choice or, are they?!
Chained unto invisible walls molded dungeons; protocols explosions igniting
An interludes brushed in blackened night; to pierce the purposes of, whom....
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....The crystals glass in set piece exploitations ~
The first time we spoke for about 30 mins I knew you were trouble
That you were gonna make me break my protocols and stumble
But not stumble to fall to the ground but to fall into your hand
Now the grip is too tight and I can't slip through like sand
But it's alright, you are the kind of trouble I want to get into
My parents say, "stay outta trouble". But this type? I'd love to lean to
My dear you are beautiful beyond compare, absolutely flawless
Your presence is eminent cos every other person turns a gray-scale or colorless
Many women do wonderful things, but you outclass them
Your beauty is too much for me, I'm way in over my head
With just a glance at me, you captured my heart and locked me in your love
Whenever you walk by, all heads turn in admiration and awe
Being with you, there is never a dull moment... I could spend forever with you and never dread any single moment
That is how much life you bring into my existence
These may just be words, but my heart makes a deeper statement
Already down, he has presented with yet another sign
moving away from life, this body is drunk with bad wine
health indicators and physical sensors no more stay in line
abilities and strength together cannot dine
the task to awaken this life is now mine
tests and pricks, protocols already reaching nine
administering correctly the much needed vine
with God on my side, this helpless being is now fine.
The Jihadi’s got an entire hour to kill
Hundreds of helpless patrons shocked and awed
An eon of murderous rage until
The long awaited reward from his “god”
Like schools, this Orlando bar predictably
Missing the one thing mass shootings lack
It’s no longer much of a gallery
When the intended sitting ducks shoot back
Ideology of disarmament
To some people, a feather in their caps
Yet it's to your eternal detriment
If mind-bending hatred falls in your laps
Hamstrung by their protocols, by and large
Officers stuck on perimeter, of course
No matter how they may want to charge
They are the police, not Delta Force
For a solution, this nation divided
Starkly different views on reality
The most effective measure derided
In its place, a plea to authority
When it goes down like this in disarmed France
To me it’s just as clear as a crystal
If innocent lives are to have a chance
Hear the message of the Pink Pistols
Brave by any measure to come out twice
First gay, then pro armed defense
Their deepest truths, no human price
Unwilling to appease or ride the fence
Helplessness has never stopped a rampage
There’s no reason to think it ever will
Only equal force can stop the carnage
When evil men have decided to kill
6/13/16
© Thomas W. Quigley