Too skinny, too fat that's all i keep hearing
Those insults are like a thrifted piece of furniture
As much as you want to cover them with paint
The original painting keeps appearing
Maybe words do hurt and are tearing
Maybe spend your time on thinking about
About something more pioneering
Being nice isn't as complicated as engineering
Maybe be, to people’s lives, less adhering.
Maybe be God fearing
Too skinny, too fat that's all i keep hearing
Maybe words do hurt and are tearing
If you can’t be a decent human being.
Consider disappearing.
Or apologising and volunteering
To make this world worth living.
As an engineer with a heart of steel,
In circuits and wires, I find my zeal.
But within the schematics, I yearn for more,
A poet's soul, deep at my core.
With precision, I calculate and design,
Yet in verses and rhymes, my spirit shines.
In the quiet of night, I pen my lines,
Crafting poetry that truly defines.
My words flow like currents in the night,
A symphony of thoughts, pure and bright.
For in the world of equations and math,
I find solace in the poet's path.
Reverse Engineering a Surreal Eden.
To grow a mountain, - - - - - right!
In, an old jam jar, yeh right!
Of clean soil, Soil! Isn’t that soiled?
Such a seed could be, soiled and would be exclusive;
Perhaps part time growing in window box?
May save the roof? No rain mind, just a tarry dim sun,
Breezed by a filthy wind ; alone!
in its eroded scraggy day, while
expanding, a different slice of the colour green.
Pushed skywards, it all looks the same!
What about Apples and Snakes?
and our engineered countryside,
of plastic and glass, filling allotments,
with mirrors for the gods! And soured bogs.
Eyes only open at jar breaking time
Its stop tap, but no tap to stop, too late,
And – the mountain? We shall keep it
Under the bed, so it can’t be seen.
We live in a world
Brim full of uncertainty
Yet some things are set
Unaltered by humanity.
Science has laws
Which we did not make
Instead we defined them
And make no mistake
We may have rules
And constants and such
But science is in charge
And we own it so much.
But as we developed
And grew year on year
We became sophisticated
Learnt to engineer.
Harnessing science
To do what we need
Mass growth industry
Enabled us to breed
Rapid development
Coming out of the gloom
Engineering meets science
The industrial boom!
We live in a world
Brim full of uncertainty
Yet some things are set
Unaltered by humanity.
Science has laws
Which we did not make
Instead we defined them
And make no mistake
We may have rules
And constants and such
But science is in charge
And we own it so much.
But as we developed
And grew year on year
We became sophisticated
Learnt to engineer.
Harnessing science
To do what we need
Mass growth industry
Enabled us to breed
Rapid development
Coming out of the gloom
Engineering meets science
The industrial boom!
MA headline in the red tops,
Tabloid front pages as well,
A story the media vied
To be the first to tell.
A Revolution in medicine,
Really something very big,
The first time a human
Received the heart of a pig.
A little genetic engineering
Was all they would need
And so with care they bred
A pig of a suitable breed.
They took time and effort
So that they could prepare
For a successful procedure
And after surgery care.
He got a new life
His dreams came true
Once again he was able
To do things he used to do.
Only one slight problem,
In trees he would start to snuffle,
And, going down on all fours
He’d start to hunt for truffle.
I stand at the edge of a canyon wide
Looking out over the tree-lined gorge
Two miles at least to the other side
Unless one chooses the river to forge,
Once was a tedious journey to cross
We always planned to take a full day
Now, it’s twenty minutes to crisscross
Giving us plenty of time in town to play,
A structural marvel, a single span bridge
A modern-day miracle years in making
It flows gracefully from ridge to ridge,
I tell you, it is incredibly breath-taking.
Written May 26, 2022
Where the zone reigns,
It often rains:
Soaked clouds permitted reins
That light up smiles of grains
On highlands and plains,
Overfilling drains:
Here no friendship feigns,
Skilled Planters for gains,
The unskilled its pains…
A worry for trains
And call for Brains
Over the water-covered rails
Or Engineering fails!
It's through lot of pain and hardwork,
Using lathe machine to do metalwork,
Struggles in doing all the piece work,
The individual work and group work,
Before the product gets a trademark.
Day in day out we advance our skills,
As machines cuts, shapes and drills,
We work with passion to pay our bills,
The bad smell when the coolant spills,
Daily we operate a machine that kills.
As we wear the helmets on our heads,
We operate with dirty and oiled hands,
After plain turning we make metal bends,
Cut the metal into pieces 'n' make threads,
And take rest when the whole project ends.
I am an Electrical Engineer
But was alone and all was dark
Beneath me and above
My life was full of volts and amps
But not the spark of your love
So will you be the start of my sinusoid?
Dawn in the twilight
With you am on a flight
Your feelings I can't fight
Your beauty is stuck in my sight
My gift from the Lord almighty
Heart full of generousity
Hoovering my religion from Islamic to Chrstianity.
Love...Are you be ready to visit my sub-county.
Being an engineer
I have learnt to solve problems
No matter how complicated they are
Being an engineer
I have learnt to work 'smart'
Instead of working 'hard'
Being an engineer
I have learnt to find answers
No matter how difficult the question is
Being an engineer
I have gained the confidence
That I can work with any industry
Being an engineer
I have realised the fact that
Love is not everything
Being an engineer
I have realised the fact that
Engineering is not everyones cup of tea
Being an engineer
Might be easy or hard for some
But, an engineering life is worth living!
One goes up one goes down,
Many feet trample it,
Hands on the rail,
Bag on your arm,
It will never tire,
But !!! It could break down,
It's modern engineering,
Many places have them,
It's an escalator.
Unlearning a reflex takes quite a while
As I cross the flooding Nile
Overcoming my thirst adrift in the sea
Mouth full of sand, blood too thick to bleed
I'm losing a staring contest looking at a mirror
And objects appear to get nearer and nearer
Unfortunately the end has not been quick
And my candle is running out of wick
The call of the void was getting very loud
Especially while mingling with the crowd
The mindless herd with their hollow words
Just chewing on cud and dropping turds
My knee-jerk reaction is to explode
I can not decipher the secret code
My gut instinct is to run for the hills
Instead of starting a battle of the wills
My untimely demise has been delayed
And most of my fears have been allayed
Another chance to get it right or wrong
To apply what I've known all along
Last in a long line of glaring mistakes
1st in a succession of decisions I must make
I can no longer succumb to temptation
So I must sharpen my concentration
On my way to heaven I had to visit hell
Many times over and more than I can tell
The last time I went is the last time I'll ever go
The beat of my drum now has a different tempo
How much to your interest - do you owe?
How much knowledge do you own?
Is the place of ideas your home...
Will they stay with us... when you’re gone.
Remember ideas are what you own
There’s a balance to the whole
It’s your chance setting the goal
You can’t reinvent the ball
... you can just let it roll
As you move on to the inventions,
that become known.
From the day of our birth we are engineered,
‘do this, do that’ dictated by peers.
Father knows best, mother does too,
get a job, conform, it’s the treadmill for you!
Pass the exams, move up the ladder,
pass even more, else your life won’t matter.
Go to college or uni, or you will fail,
more exams to pass, you must prevail.
Get a career, one with prospects they say.
A proper job, one that will pay.
Doesn’t matter your dreams, won’t settle the rent.
You’re now on the treadmill, your life is spent.
Your existence suppressed, surrounded by debt,
carry on with the job, bills must be met.
Keep the proper job going, so you are told,
don’t follow your dreams; you’re now too old.
You’ve been cheated of life, not allowed to express
your true inner self with no time to address.
As you draw your last breath you might contemplate
you didn’t follow your dreams, by then it’s too late.
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