I was a student of logic
when the world stopped breathing—
July 20, 1969,
a footprint pressed into silver dust.
Neil Armstrong’s voice crackled,
“one small step…”
and yet, my mind whispered—
was it the Moon,
or a Hollywood stage?
Fifty–six years have burned away,
half a century of miracles and machines.
We send probes beyond Pluto,
yet have not returned
to that pale frontier
just 384,400 kilometers away.
We dive to the edge of oceans,
but never to their blackest trench.
We speak of radiation belts,
Van Allen’s invisible fire—
how did fragile bodies
slip through alive,
wrapped only in cloth and hope?
Pride is America’s anthem.
If the flag had truly bitten lunar soil,
would it not have marched again—
and again—
until a fortress crowned the Moon?
They say budgets broke the dream.
But tell me—
what nation spares the stars
while spilling trillions on war?
The camera rolls.
The world applauds.
The truth drifts somewhere
between silence and space.
Categories:
budgets, earth, film, journey, lost,
Form: Free verse
in materials science and nanoscience we do not produce strange chemicals or chemistry.
the divestment from chemical engineers and turning in of the repetitive research violations beneath our electrical engineering controls is not cartel, only a correction of the development grants legally allotted to firms to coordinate a conclusion to production lines and manufacturing processes.there is no further material extraction allowed from the universal laws of physics than can be validated in the cost analysis. human beings can not be manufactured, therefor budgets are cut, payrolls are dumped and as people are dying in the streets, the tax revenue must shift to housing laws and overbloated county worker payrolls endure layoffs as a buy-product of a failure to progress with the times.
over ruled.
Categories:
budgets, absence, abuse, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
Ah, behold
Prince William in uniform,
chiseled chin held high under ceremonial sunlight,
a speech polished like his medals,
echoing across parade grounds
as cameras hum like obedient bees.
“Duty, honor, courage,”
he proclaims,
as if reading from an antique scroll
dusted off for dramatic effect.
Crowds swoon.
Generals nod.
Newspapers burst into patriotic confetti.
And somewhere, in mahogany offices,
other leaders lean forward—
inspired, invigorated,
tugging at their tailored lapels,
murmuring, “Yes, yes, it’s time I put on a uniform too.”
What a pageant!
Suitors of war now march with princely conviction,
banners of legacy fluttering in the breeze of manufactured glory.
Recruitment numbers spike,
missile budgets blossom,
and drones, oh so dutiful,
take flight with newfound moral purpose.
Peace?
A quaint notion—
better saved for museum plaques and children's books.
The Prince has spoken.
The machinery whirs louder,
oiled by rhetoric,
driven by legacy,
and crowned by applause.
Categories:
budgets, america, pain, parody, peace,
Form: Free verse
DOGE boys Musk and Ramaswamy
Box their cold cuts with pastrami
They soon will behold
While napkins can fold
Budgets are not origami
Categories:
budgets, 2nd grade, boy, bullying,
Form: Limerick
The difference between you and I?
I know numbers are a universal language;
I’ll work 3 jobs to keep what’s mine;
Budgets, lists, hard work, and discipline;
Add them up, stop skipping steps.
Reminder: the world owes you NOTHING.
Logic will always speak for itself.
No need for financesplaining;
Don’t come at me with animosity
you have opportunities to do the same;
It’s your choice to give in to mediocre,
or not.
Head gets so turned by a trend,
weak will always get knocked down;
All the feeble self imposed stop signs,
eventually they’re going to collapse;
Logic will always speak for itself.
No need for financesplaining;
Push yourself way past the base bar,
massive gains demand maximum effort;
No matter who is saying to settle
top tier is not when you’re comfortable;
Survival mode doesn’t let you create
there isn’t enough freedom in that check;
Logic will always speak for itself.
No need for financesplaining.
Categories:
budgets, emotions, feelings, humanity,
Form: Other
Have you seen a dancing banana?
It had not been the best day at work.
I gave the speaker a grumpy face.
Shook my head “no”, hoped he would disappear.
He was a new worker, no name tag yet.
“What are you working on?” He asked me.
“Budgets and stuff,” I said, without looking up.
He left me alone, and I was glad.
“HEY!” a voice yelled.
I looked up.
There was a dancing banana on the top shelf of my bookcase.
“Glad we got rid of him,” he said, doing a little two-step.
Categories:
budgets, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Free verse
Kind people
With good respect
Educated from different universities and Schools
Responsible in their lives and knowing well to
Economize their small or big budgets.
Knowing to speak Kikwerekwere languages from
West , East , South , Central , North Africa
Especially in South African big towns and Some
Rural areas of Free state , Limpompo, Northern cape
Eastern cape , Mpumalanga , and Kwazulu Natal provinces
Written December 19/ 2019
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
budgets, 12th grade, africa, encouraging,
Form: Acrostic
Mike Pence for President
always made sense
to me
A man of rare conviction
in this land no longer brave
and lately not free
He reserves kisses for his wife
tithes his income to charity
At times of crisis, like January 6
He stands up tall for his country
As Vice-President he's met and measured
the likes of Putin, the Mullahs, Kim and Xi
A man who's balanced budgets as
Governor of Indiana a time or three
A man with a concrete plan for 'Our Country 'Tis of Thee'
who articulates as well as did John F. Kennedy
Yet when folks talk about the next President
they tell me Mike Pence has no chance
Pity...
Categories:
budgets, courage, irony, leadership, political,
Form: Rhyme
The rain before the industrial revolution, was part of the cycle, to maintain balance in nature. Now, it’s part of a frantic effort to dilute, and remove pollution, no longer able to find lost plants and trees. It now falls with increased frequency,without purpose on concrete and asphalt, barren rainforest lands, stripped to grow cash crops, to satisfy junkies fixes. One can only hope, psychedelic mushrooms, in vogue by the trend setting actors of La La land, replace poppies, and hemp, taking up less land. The oxygen engine, of the earth, can be restored to full capacity, by replacing trees once lost,without a second thought. Reforestation hopefully becoming an accepted priority, funded in addition to defense budgets, and pork. Then Mother Nature could chill, low and high pressure systems again producing needed rain, not the damage left in the wake of tornadoes, microbursts,hurricanes, and typhoons. The time to heal the earth, can’t be infinite. Like the lifespan of all who walk, it has a beginning and an end, if signs are continued to be ignored, and our greatest resources, lives and dollars, stay focused and remain on winning and justifying war.
Categories:
budgets, april,
Form: Free verse
A load of unfixed weight,
We ourselves sum up or rate,
Sometimes pegging it to a kilogram,
Under lesser stress to a gram;
Either a chosen or entrusted role:
Office with files taller than a pole …
Going ahead to father another baby
Which one must not skip in budgets not the lady
Plus Grand Pa long roaming The Earth,
Not wanting to end a Methuselah Birth!
More burden fixing back enemies’ sandals
Than fending off neighborhood vandals,
A gown releasing to a hated sister
Than a dozen to an outsider, a mister;
A lingered chat having with the proud
Than one’s way elbowing though a crowd!
Categories:
budgets, humanity, jealousy, judgement, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
SpellCeckers, Down!
——————————————————————-
I’m Spellcheckers. I’ll read your mind,
Starting always from two lines behind.
So, you’ll use up all your time
Going back to proofread every line,
Not for your errors, but for mine.
I’m a pure-bred SpellCheckers. Even
Presidents, those haughty men,
Don’t like me, like when
I turn “fiend” from “friend,” or, then
When writing the nation’s budgets,
I’ll change their “land”
to “lend.” Hear Ye! I’m more than
A pouf-wearing proofer, I’m Mother!
“I know you better than you do.”
Gimme a second, I’ll proof it to youse
Look, in the necks Poem, I’ll let loose!
———————————————————————————-
(c) sally young Eslinger 12/31/21
Categories:
budgets, angst, change, fun, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Who runs Oz? The task,
A public servant you must ask!
PS clerk run our land,
Admirably, it's quite grand,
As they will tell you, tee hee,
They run budgets efficiently,
Managing Oz quite capably,
Pollies come and pollies go,
PS clerks are keeping on, lo!
Categories:
budgets, appreciation, giggle, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
A system of checks and balances
Is the fulcrum of democracy
Governments write many checks
But their budgets never balance
~ So how about plutocracy
Categories:
budgets, money, satire,
Form: Rhyme
I’m an “Other”
By George W. Clever-------10 November 2015
I’m an “other” how about you
Are you an “other” too?
Our Congressman asked for my opinion on his officious form
Questions about federal budgets, deficits and ****
What did I think about ISIS and fair taxes?
Would I choose gun control, baby killings or free college classes?
It would only take fifteen minutes he promised
To complete the survey so he could keep Congress honest.
Filling each and every circle
Until my pencil gripping fingers turned shades of purple.
Support a cut in Medicaid?
No more Senior raises in boxes soon they’ll be laid?
Give illegals the right to vote?
Make marijuana a legal tote?
English language must be spoken?
Attacks on Christians are not a joke?
Health care for all?
And who will pay?
At last the political questions were at end
Just fill out the last questions about me and send
Address zip code and age were easy
The next question made me queasy
Could not ask my deceased Father or Mother
White- Black- Hispanic- Asian or Other?
No American Indian I suppose
Categories:
budgets, abuse, america, bible, family,
Form: Didactic
The name of Cook County Sheriff's Tom Dart
His staffers grin that he's really quite smart --
When it comes to his budget
He can't find ways to cut it --
'Cos 'bout taxpayers Tom could give a fart
Every word in the first stanza is true
Would I lie to astute readers like you --
When his boss says to spend less
Tom plays political chess --
Pay raises for his whole bureaucrat queue
Note: Cook County Illinois is a governmental
unit which includes Chicago and many
of its suburbs. Its total population is
5.18 million (2018 figure). Dart's boss,
Toni Preckwinkle, has asked her commis-
sioners to cut their budgets 10-15% this
year. All have complied -- except Tom Dart
who actually wants to increase spending!
Categories:
budgets, city, corruption, how i
Form: Limerick
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