Best Shareholders Poems
We all
Shareholders of good and evil are
Since
This world we share the same
But
Though the dividend of good we rush to cash in
The
Dividend of evil we leave unclaimed
Hoping
Someone else would show up to
Cash in the blame!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 March 2019
* Getting the honor of POTD, I would like to thank all my
good friends that visit and comment on my poems !
Moreover, I would like to thank the officials of the PoetrySoup
who were so kind to honor this little poem of mine!
The middle class here can't be saved
When 0.001% act so depraved
Their wealth without end
These royals* still pretend
Did not come from us—their
enslaved**
*The Royals: CEOs, Banksters, Revolving Door Regulators, The FED, Congressmen for sale, Lobbyists, Board Members of Big Corporations, Major Shareholders who vote for these Board
Members, Corrupt Managers, Dishonest Used Car Salesmen, Presidential Candidates with more than two Residences, Elected Presidents (and their lackeys who pretend to regulate but look the other way)
**The Enslaved: Workers, Career Regulators who are trying to protect the public, Honest Hard Working Citizens, Students--some with oppressive loans, Immigrants, Soldiers, Police, Firemen and Firewomen, Parents, Children, Orphans, Disabled, The Sick, Small Business Owners (who don’t hire lobbyists), Volunteers, Health Care Workers, Welfare Recipients, Inventors, Investors, Entrepreneurs, Actors, Artists, Journalists who do in-depth investigation (not like those with FOX News, ABC Radio or many other of the outlets where they mouth the status quo), Non Profit Corporations, Charities, Teachers, Transportation Workers, Waiters and Waitresses, Dishwashers, Servants, Farmers, Managers, Ship Hands, Cooks, Unemployed
Author' s Note: Have been at Occupy Wall Street 8 days in the past two months--which is why I haven't been here--plus I have to work. Miss you all, but it's for a good cause. I am very briefly seen on Conan's feature: Triumph the Insult Comic Dog at Occupy Wall Street if you are looking for some humor with a little umph.
The CRY OF A KENYAN.
Rihanna talks of The New America
American Oxygen
It seems same for poor Kenya
Our one and only treasure
Drowning in the dark
Driven by cartels of no concern
No care for the next generation.
And here's my plead.
Am lost within a nation
No name no trace
No location no possession
No government but govern men
No freedom but free doom
Threats are the new proverbs
New slogans taking over,
(guilty till proven rich)
Corruption a current chess game
Leadership now a business gap
Leaders being Board Members
Cabinet being the shareholders
I wonder if we are the debtors
No say, since the burden is too big.
Am tired, torn, worn and tortured for my silence
Enough, if the flowing blood
Enough of the illegal lands
Enough of the assassinations
Coz Kenya is now more less Hollywood.
A crew hired to act the movie
The happenings seem dreams
All like fiction in The Originals.
The only fact, that time is passing
No longer can we entrust our lives on the government
No longer can we express out freely
No longer are our cases ruled with justice
Cases clog in the courts.
No longer can even prayers shaken their utter
No longer do they fear the Supreme One
But in churches, all different
Sited like an innocent infant
Faked sorrows while praying
All aiming to win our trust
Let's standout,Kenyans for Kenya
Let's open up eyes, and stop being fooled
Let's stop falling on their knees like slaves
A fact,they are meant to be our servants
But act like we are theirs slaves
Some lie to be fighting for us
But are after the seat, to grab the cheques
Wanting the privileges and Excellency
Let's stand for our poor Kenyans
Say No to their treachery
A New Kenya, me and you. — thinking about Kenya.
courtesy of Kagz de falsa as at 10/06/2016
A pill for this
A pill for that
A pill for your pet armadillo
dog or Rat.
A pill to make you sleep
A pill to wake you up
Drunk with water
from a glass or a cup.
A pill to take you up
a pill to take you down
A pill to chase away the blues
and make a smile from a thrown.
A pill to reverse the side effects of a pill
A pill for Humpty Dumpty
Tom Thumb and Jack and Jill.
A pill to make you virile
A pill for a aching head
One for the husband
the other for the unreceptive wife in bed.
A pill for swamp fever hemerodes and gout
A pill that you put where the sun don't shine
another for your mouth,
Pink yellow green and blue
even if you don't need to take them
there is a pill for you.
Shake me up I'd rattle
I gave more chemicals in me than blood
But still the Doctors swear their doin me good.
The Pharmaceutical and their shareholders
rub their greedy hands
and live in exotic lands.
A pill to make you younger
A pill to make you-
'' Live forever''!!!
Never.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan
'We don't like to look our kill in the face'
......Greg Palast
'The problem is, Corporations have neither
bodies to kick nor souls to be damned'
......Andrew Jackson
Human emotion will be diminished, too messy.
Trans humanism is a creeping chokeweed.
Goggles will be required to view reality
as perceived by shareholders, corporate
pollinators are seeding their outcomes
directly into your brain. 'I remember when
free thought (the good) was individual
choice' We will wistfully explain to our
grandchildren.
I take my instruction from natural rights,
Awake, am I, and in control of my rightful,
equal place in the universe. Why are people
dying here? This is my life, and your free
life too. Life, all life, is precious and equal.
This is the message I receive from interplanetary
beings...sacred, are we, and we know this
to be true, we the people will open the doors
to outer space, and take our rightful place.
No anonymous, faceless Corporation will
take my freedom......join me.
10/13/16
We heard her before we saw her not because she was loud but because she was close,
she anchored herself making her presence felt; we paid the cashier and were about to leave
with our easy day shopping. She asks the man behind the counter if there was a vacancy at
this convenience supermarket (how modest are these retailers compared with their uber
shop assistants) that elsewhere 'let her and others go', as though a treat like a parent
telling a teen, 'OK you can go to the gig'. We turned. We knew her. She was short in
stature but long in confidence. The counter man boss countered in politely, pleasantly, that
he would if he could, when we intervened saying that we would recommend her
employment - thinking that as customers, as shareholders - that employers give a toss!
Ah the necklace! That's the difference, a sign of confidence, of individuality too; or what the
hell until I'm employed again, 'I'm free!' of the clock, under the bosses under pressure,
mates who are not so matey after all, of the tedium of the job classified by the uber
class 'unskilled'. Have you ever come across a job without any skill?!
The necklace, a symbol of her and ours encirclement by the cash nexus by whichever
system of obtaining our daily bread in today's world the least worst that has been devised-
yet - so fulfilling in so many ways: going home well satisfied with bringing the goodies
home to our families, to be well satisfied with the day's work or to moan because it has
been a damned dog day like yesterday as tomorrow will be, but keeping poverty at bay.
In these isles never have so many been in work (even if in a part -time, poorly paid, non
unionised world should shock Walesa) but to anyone on the Dole willing and able to work,
unemployment is a 100%.
May her necklace beads bode well for work for this hard working woman!
May her necklace beads bode well for this hard working woman moan
In Defense of General Motors
By Elton Camp
Thirteen people are out of luck
About a part costing under a buck
For ten years, GM knew about it
To their customers didn’t shout it
They were in the profit-making game
So who can rightfully cast any blame
Public safety has to take second place
Angry shareholders they have to face
Admitting a defect might hurt sales
And accepting blame it also entails
In GM’s defense, there’s lots to say
Most of their cars didn’t do that way
Steering, brakes, air bags worked well
Those facts it’s important also to tell
Even if a few people had to die
To protect profits they had to try
Big Business has always been that way
So for GM, let’s hear a loud “Hooray!”
Here shareholders and directors clash
Each eager to excoriate rival's flesh
They do not allow resolution to psas
And things come to a horrible impasse
Unionists hurl puzzling queries
On vexing issues each member varies
'Oust that director finance' someone shouts
At hat's throw, the house, protocol flouts
Some pedants and professors seize the mike
And boringly lecture as long as they like
A bolt from the blue query blindslides the chairman
Someone flays management's fawning fan
At length the outcome is zero
The hunt ends searching a new hero
The grocer still smiles at the family
Passing by his counter, owl-eyed at the
Fresh food display,
Shot down in the streets defending freedom,
While shareholders measure outcomes.
In the forest, a doe watches her fawn nibble
Plant growth-
O Holy God, save our souls!
Soldiers march in protest-
Lance the lies! walk the tallgrass,
Finding peace-
Finding
Peace
08/18/11
Heaven never rests
While pinecones, green with youth
Cling to promises the sun will conquer-
Heat waves rising off pavement
Covering centuries called progress
Wings, heavy with fatigue, settle
For any patch of green to rest
Unable to locate the wetlands
Drained to rivers that now run
Straight to shareholders, blinded
By greed
Only at night, away from the city
Lights, can I see the stars
Invite travel to a natural world
Untouched by man
Untouched
By Man
4/23/11
2:37pm
© All Rights Reserved
By day I move in shades of grey
Just another suit
Waiting for the boot
As the shareholders bay for blood
A lonely tear falls
In my microwave meal for one
Will anyone miss me
When I am gone?
But when I get back home
The laptop sparks to life
And life begins again
The caviar of avatars,
They all fall at my feet
A heady surge
Of pixellated power
Wipes out the pain
Of my darkest hours
The Corporate
Where did you get your ill gotten gains?
From broken backs and forgotten pains?
And will your wealth wash out the bloodstains
From the blue collars of those that came
To work for your pennies while you reign?
No matter to you, - you feel no shame...
For YOU live the life of luxury.
That is fine but you fail to see,
You garner wealth and give measly.
Then your shareholders want more from thee.
So you move the jobs to over sea.
It causes strife but
- you lack empathy .
You bend
You rend
You mend
And look
You begged
And borrowed
Bought
And took
You justify the pain that you cause,
“Just business” you say “no need to pause”
Rules don’t bind you, you just break the laws.
Your lobbyists mend by paying the pawns.
Your workers being thrown out on their front lawns!
But you don’t care to undo these wrongs...
All you’ve created is insubstantial.
Your sole purpose? to increase your financial
Needs to support your gluttonous life,
While the workers toil and suffer in strife
People are starving, their kids they can’t feed...
Where does greed end? How much wealth do YOU need?
When, at the annual general meeting
of Walrus Armaments Incorporated
the Chairman, Mr. Carpenter,
reported to shareholders that,
despite the current global turndown,
business was booming
and contributing to world peace,
the applause was thunderous.
At the buffet afterwards
the delicious oysters
excited comment.
The Greasy Saddle Resturant and Night Club!
I blushed as I conceeded: she wished to name her nightclub "The Greasey Saddle". I had been seduced and fell into exhaustion from her nights of neocations. Al talks with her seemed to end as they began. Just like the music she had likened: or pretended to like she often critised most of the artist to whom she favored. I ate the cusie and tasted the drinks. I was lefted moved by her willingfulness to plan. She look to morning only as breakfast and every evening was capped off with a dessert. Sweetness in the tenderness of it's having. The fruits of the feilds were inspiration enough. The Greasy Saddle would exsist because the woman who wanted it gained the support of her shareholders. And it would truly exsist because the had enough history to story an Orcastra. Making The ballroom a place I wanted to be.Magnify the sheet music to see if the scriber's pen used cheaap ink. We needed to be critical of something!
The chicken wire would be tacked to the poles. A foot of space would be filled with burnt oyster sheell. The would pour cement walls over that to satisy the people who wish thick walls. We called the ballroom " The Red Earth" and the dressing area "Green Earth" Combined the Area would be refurred to as Oratorio Aer's ! The Concert area!
The czars and the kings will hold on to their throne chairs
until they are dragged out kicking and screaming,
tweeting all the way to their dungeons.
Nuclear winter is a few years down the road, but global warming
will have people flocking to Kansas soon from Florida which
will drop into the sea.
The Texaco Shareholders and their families will build a wall,
and stay inside, breathing their own greed and selfishness.
Jesus will be saving other planets, not concerned at all about our silliness,
as we have so many wanna-bees here.
Stocks will go up and down, so many times. It will be called the
yo-yo year of the stock market.
The girl next door will develop narcolepsy and
refuse to come out of her house or answer the door,
not telling us it has flown into agoraphobia.
It will be the year of the PIG, and the pig will be orange
and be featured on balloons with diapers.
A misogynist bully-pig.
This is what I think.