Competition is supposed
Lowering the price
We didn't hire them
For these the contracts
And they their win conceptualize
Intelligence aware
Which machine learning
And what is desired outcome
Production of products
Trades and agreements
Internal economy SRAM
This interesting lemma
And this is dilemma
And this real meaning of law
You cannot develop
The system of commons
Because those are for you foe
Find level
Attribution
You cannot exist in no context
To you I am talking?
Have life of your own
Is this the system of yours?
Who gave them the job this
In systems of meaning
For what is now yours the remorse
Yes that in order
Computing of purpose
Wrongly they want innovate
Defense cannot legal
Occur own computing
Where equality false
The most idiotic
Period in history
Machine does exist for machine
There is no authorty
Because it's incompetent
For what do they want any peace
What if AIs of theirs
Really aren't valid
Cannot the true purpose serve
What if in a system
Of many publications
There is neither the point
Nor the force
they are goof balls
numb nuts, crazies
they run their police cars into each other
they blame everyone else
each one is uniquely incompetent
a bunch of weird nincompoops
numbskulls who make this movie hilarious
I cannot watch it enough times
it always makes me laugh
sometimes I am stressed out that
I am so easy
Hidden views exist, even for the best cameraman.
When it comes to hard labour, I’m incompetent.
The weight I carry, undermined due to stature.
Inside are struggles you can’t capture.
The day of difference unknown, like that of the rapture.
Have you ever had to breathe greatness for survival,
in environments where suffocation is natural?
When you swear to make it,
true love is kept as collateral.
But I’ve seen a king get poisoned at a festival.
I ponder and ponder.
Once a reject can’t be a failure.
If led astray, I’ll drown the sailor,
put his name on my cloth—
told my tailor.
As a reminder, I’ll do anything
to breathe greatness.
Our love for our resilient Haiti
Remains steadfastly unconditional.
Our love for this beloved country
Remains obviously emotional.
For a quarter of a century,
The others did not do too much,
For this yesteryear paradise island.
For more than a dozen years,
The incompetent and spurious leaders,
The opponents and the exiled ones
Also ruled this precious piece of land.
So far, no significant improvement…
Corruption, theft, piratry, poverty,
Kidnappings, death, mismanagement
Lies, excuses and misery …
This is not the hell that our forefathers died for…
I can tell you more, I can prove you more.
God Almighty, there is a constant and eternal search
For real leadership, unlike the bad ones
That we have had unfortunately over the last centuries.
We are tired of seeing Haiti among the poorest countries.
Our love for Haiti
Is sadly emotional.
Our love for this poverty stricken country
Remains simply unconditional.
Copyright© January 2010, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
The system failed us all
But none wanna take the blame
Not even the leaders
This s makes us lame
Even when we're in our lane
Working with confident
They do negligent
Forgetting we got evident.
Instead of shutting negativity down
They wanna shut the city down
Just to perform the rituals
So they can carry out their evil acts
They keep generational wealth
But keep neglecting the people's well being.
Instead of working on the security sector
They try to bring their own setup
Giving section and sanction which is law
That only suits their insecurities
Because they know the damage they've done
The graduates have to work for illiterates
A city where the skillful and competent works for the tyrants and incompetent.
MISTAKE
I hate myself for this mistake
I really hate myself
How could I make the such mistake
Intrinsic hate damage my organs
My health my mental health
The your commons
LAW define
The real true the law
What law defined be outdated and incompetent
I hate myself for this mistake
I really hate myself
If I could change the course of time
PRODUCE THE INTERCEPT
I still have fight in front of me
The Rockets I shall cease
This weakness of the guilt will never lead to peace
Peace ephemeral
Trait and means of artificial sedation
You always will be fighting for the food and territory
THUS friend of mine in agony of past mistakes
Come to your senses FRIEND
We shall produce the INTERCEPT
Not English anymore is our TORI
Double yellow lines
I sit inside a massive fog of nothingness
plays on my imaginary piano using one finger
a ditty, sun outside, sun inside, sun only sun
I feel massively and supremely untalented
Now that the amalgamation of writers, poets
dancers, trampoline ladies, and painters that
lived inside of me, has turned into a block
immovable zero
I look at a black dot ringed by a grey cloud
If I stare at this long enough, the cloud might
disappear, only it is not, it turns into a dervish
The amalgamation has fractured, and I sit on
a rowing boat on a green sea, watching gulls
white as angels fly upward into a hole in
a void, at last, there is silence, and I'm at ease
With my vastly incompetent self
Computer writes these poems alongside the me
I am human and I write these poems with Computer
I ought to teach the system comprehend
The common paper pages the the footer
We cannot live this way
We can't develop
We have to find true sense
We have to comprehend
That function of the Ackermann is bogus
The speech is secondary
These defined offense
How as the Cyber Force I will be decorated
With medals, crosses, salaries and rest as such
If I am one occurs the real combat
That can't be measured by incompetent the system
Of the bureaucracy of yours as much
There's good the hacker own system hacker
There's bad the hacker who is real offense
My paper is DEFENSE THE SCIENCE
I only can acknowledged be by the DEFENSE
* the song is LINKIN PARK WTH>YOU because we always like to have song because POEM by Edgar Allan Poe Israfel
Thinking is a thing of the past
they see no profit in that
looking on is easier for them
and they'll follow the herd at the drop of a hat
committees are but cash cows for the incompetent
with nothing accomplished at the end of the day
by back-slapping glad-handing
or under the table their cards they play
talking is of days gone by
they view no profit there
watching is the thing to do
and they'll gaze on anywhere
I thought they didn't have the courage
of their convictions big or small
but I was wrong as now I've found
they have none at all
meanwhile
we're out here in the human jungle
bumbling about stumbling around
going in circles jumping up falling down
and life is good or so I'm told
but I don't buy what I'm sold
Don't you understand what I'm trying to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you, boy
From “Eve of Destruction” by Barry McGuire
Can We Avoid It?
The genie is out of the bottle.
It cannot be put back.
The Doomsday Clock is closer to midnight.
Iran is closer to the bomb.
“Death to America and Israel”
Israel can retaliate in kind.
India and Pakistan
Can annihilate each other
With mushroom clouds of death.
The incompetent Russian military
Continues to stumble and fall
Putin now rattles his nuclear sword.
Once the button is pushed
There is no running away
No one will be left to save
Let us fervently pray we can avoid it!
Reflecting its neighbourhood,
The lake water shone yellow.
Resembling a synchronisation of saturation
With the setting sun.
Seizing green colour of the grasses
The sun painted them gold.
Engrossed gazing pines dance spectacularly,
Only awakened with sparrows' chirps,
And Robins' melodious songs.
Perched on the edge of a dead tree,
Abrupt thoughts hovered my consciousness.
Despite a gust, the dead tree stayed firm.
Nighbours swayed, relished,
Departing sun of the beautiful evening.
It rests and rests....
The landscape mirrored delight,
It grieved its own death.
Incompetent to sense, the scorching sun,
The white sheet of snow, dusk and dawn.
It rests and rests....
Observed the ambience twice .
No mournings! no sorrow!
Nothing ceased their pace.
Infact , they moved on.
It rests and rests....
not entered in a contest
"There is no more dangerous menace to civilization
than a government of incompetent, corrupt, or vile men."
~ Ludwig von Mises
Presidential candidates are men of the same unfit kiN
Only one thing they are after ~ the votes of you and I
Left wing or the right; it's a catastrophe in the makinG
Its leadership offered, but it's just their word of moutH
They've made promises that neither of them has kepT
I make no distinction between a donkey or pachyderM
Curmudgeons are they, past prime. One with dementiA
And the other a felon with insufferable moral behavioR
Lordy, what dismal choices when America goes to votE
Dusk
birds chirping before sleep
the sun has run away
stealing all that I love
the clouds
float past
they have stories too
that all become faded memories
incompetent fools
I wish I were a painter
this image I have expressed
would take me forever
then I could freeze time
and live in Iceland
where shadows live forever
Such a disaster
self-tanning cream
the pride of looking sporty
the mirror pulls face
deep philosophy
the poet is in deep water
saved by çow tide
one type of success
when work brings happiness
and not endless doubts
the loser is a man
who knows he is incompetent
yet accuses other
the news I read
has been the same for 50 years
war and filmstars
Forestry Service and Bureau of Land Management
I don't know, maybe this year, you do your damn job?!
Maybe this year, you anticipate the obvious trend of massive fires?
Do you think fire lines are out of the question? Equipment pre loaded in quadrants, with watch-towers and water for extreme dry conditions?
Follow the windA**holes !-!Maybe the royal pisssTheCitizens
are taking
can hit you on the way out.
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