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Guion Stewart Bluford Jr.
Most noted
(born November 22, 1942)
is an American aerospace engineer, retired U.S. Air Force officer
and fighter pilot,
and former NASA astronaut,
He who is the first African American
and the second person of African descent to go to space.
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This is no much fun to know it’s so great
Bluford was selected to become a NASA astronaut in January 1978
As a part of NASA astronaut group 8.
Trained for a year
Officially designated as astronaut in August 1979
His technical assignments have included working with Space Station operations
In 2002, scholar Molefi Kete Asante listed Bluford on his list of 100 Greatest African Americans
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Bluford left NASA and retired from the Air Force in July 1993 to take the post of Vice President/General Manager,
Engineering Services Division of NYMA, Greenbelt, Maryland.
a Corporation and in October 2000, became the Vice President of Microgravity R&D
and Operations for the Northrop Grumman Corporation.
He retired from Northrop Grumman in September 2002
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to become the President of Aerospace Technology, an engineering consulting organization in Cleveland, Ohio.
Bluford was inducted into the International Space Hall of Fame
in 1997,[7] the United States Astronaut Hall of Fame in 2010 and the National Aviation Hall of Fame in 2019
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Fly brother Fly up and beyond the heavenly skies
2/8/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Self respect
We use to be together
All season before now
Long years past we were always
Birds with same feathers
We fly and live together
But not too long
Little do we know that one day
We are bound to separate
Am sorry my friends
Am doing good with out you
I found a way that most of you
Refuse to see reason on
You choose who you want to be
So do I my good friend
I own you no apology for the new me
I still remain your friend
Despite the changes and challenges
You got to understand me so
We can continue to relate
But remember I will not
Allow our relationship to make me lose my
Self respect
Self respect
Sometimes silence are better than words
Sometimes distance are better off
Than togetherness in nothingness
There is no friendship among
The sheep's and the lions
If you can't flow on my frequency
Then we can't relate properly
Remember everyone got an opinion
Don't hate me cos mine is different
We cant still build an understanding
Despite who we chose to be
All I need is a friend like a brother
A friend like a lover
Corporation instead of competition
If you truly love me
Respect my silence
Respect my Ways
Honour my pride and
Please don't touch my
Self respect
In the dark
By candle
At my kitchen table
I begin to sign the monthly checks.
Soon the sun will rise
A flood lifting an orchard light
Of cherries and white clouds
Dappled blossoms
From the bottom of my feet
To just below my eyes
I peak above the neighbor’s horizon
The farm fields of knee-high spring wheat
Is combed by a young wind
Shredding the tips
Of the green swells
To silver-backed dollar bills
Undulating across the velvet hills
The wind reaches our old house
Jiggles the door
Loosens its hinges
Memories
Come in
Inquires of me
Directions to the big city
A pair of auburn fawns nuzzle at the bird feeder
Spinning it like a compass
An accomplice
I point to
A farmer moves to his mustard yellow field
With a trailing tractor tornado
Carves the dry Earth with fury
Seeks his fortune like a corporation
Out the backdoor
Black and spinning
Pages flapping from my bookshelf
Our house is left of children
Breathing
Creaking
Like the single White Pine
Next door
In the Sunfield Cemetery
Roaring
To the unsettled horses
As it tears
From the planet
To the smoldering wick
Of the setting sun.
satisfaction is always provisional
I’m happy, my life is full of somethingnesses
I want nothing and have everything.
Well, not everything and not all at once.
Even broad joy needs disclaimers, I suppose.
Truth be told, I’d like a rare porterhouse steak or a pizza about now.
You can get anything with WiFi
Well, with WiFi and a compute device.
Ok, WiFi, a compute device, and money.
Dang, WiFi, a compute device, the Internet and money.
Jesus! WiFi, a compute device, the Internet, a passkey or two,
and money.
It’s funny how necessities tend to grow - like a bill.
That could be a systems-check for joy.
On the downside, I suppose there are things you can’t get,
like, true love, time, discretion, taste and meaning.
I’m not sure how I stumbled into philosophy.
While I was thinking about it, I turned to Peter (my bf) and told him:
“I could break-up with you, but never with capitalism.”
I’ve found that honesty can be self-incriminating
He just looked at me.
“I’ve an emotional attachment to self-interested acquisitioning,”
I confessed.
“I’m shocked,” he reported.
I think infrastructure is the real protagonist here.
These were unpaid, unsponsored thoughts.
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Songs for this:
Tangerine by Worldwide Groove Corporation
Sometimes You Really Get On My Nerves by Jane Wiedlin
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* A compute device = phone, iPad, computer
To my brothers and sisters in North America:
I am a deposed prince hiding in Nigeria.
That is a country located in central Africa.
I once headed the National Petroleum Corporation.
A deadly civil war has engulfed our nation.
Many lives have been lost with widespread devastation.
I have a sum of twenty million dollars hidden away.
Help me smuggle it out of the country someway.
I cannot let the rebels come and steal it today.
You can have thirty percent of what I have on hand.
It is safely in a bank account in Switzerland.
The money is freely available on demand.
All I need is two thousand dollars for a processing fee.
Wire it at a Western Union office for me.
Time is important. Please send it immediately.
This all looks good enough to believe.
Those Americans and Canadians are so naïve.
Wait until you see that money we will receive.
A nation's demise
Women's rights are at a crossroads, the right to go up to the top in any corporation, sit at the table making decisions that might be useful for the firm, but unsafe
for the society impressed by the powerful.
The highest accolade, often overlooked, is to give birth to a new life, only a woman can do this, but we appear
to forget what is important
The continuation of human life.
Women, married or not ought to have four children if civil life as we know it is continuing, that means a society must free women economically to pursue this
noble aim; not as mere breeders, but loved members of
our nation,
Abortion is killing the nations in Europe, we must understand this before we end up a minority and a culture alien to us
No woman should have to go through a pang of regret
when the embryo, before it is conscious, is robbed of the chance of becoming a child.
From the collection, “The Unknown Writer.” 2019
When the president said ‘misunderestimated’
Everybody wondered, ‘was he ever educated’
But I forgive him that, for the thing that makes me ‘EEK!’
Is the mad proliferation of Corporation Speak…
For thirteen years a desk paid my rent
As I gave a hundred and ten percent
While progress chasing, the big knobs suggested
I could perhaps be more invested
They said action that
And try blue sky thinking
Let’s square the circle
Cos floating ain’t sinking
So pick it up and run with it
But bring it to the table
And hit the ground running
Don’t smoke in the stable
Scare the ghost
Feel the commotion
Peel the onion
Boil the ocean
If you’re out of the loop
Go punch the puppy
We’ll take it on board
(While I punch the yuppie)
So here’s the game changer
Think outside the box
We need joined up thinking
Heads up, shoot the fox
It’s a no brainer, for it’s got legs
The tastiest coffee still has dregs
So find a window, bump some heads
You can’t make an omelette without cracking eggs
So let’s all sing from the same hymn sheet
For we live in a world full of corporate speak
I'm kind of taken by Jeremy Corbyn, the man and his success,
And believe that for the leadership role he may be able to dress;
I think what’s going unsaid is that he’s kind of in a way funny,
Minutely, not gloomy like Brown or Miliband, but kind of somewhat sunny.
He’s a breath of fresh air on the economy and education,
‘Cos he’ll tax the rich more and increase the tax of corporation,
He’ll set up a National Education Service for any and for all,
And restrict free schools so that upon liberality they will call.
Tax evasion will be dealt with, so Amazon and Starbucks can cower,
And housing rents will be controlled, to let the hard-worker flower;
Immigration will not be dismissed, and welfare reform will be opposed,
And Trident will not be renewed, as political solutions will be supposed.
The renationalisation of energy giants will stop high electricity bills,
And Europe will centre in British politics and system safety drills;
The NHS will not be privatised but with social care it will be warm,
And women’s workplace rights will be proffered in a massive, great big swarm.
He'll have a Minister for the Arts, to trophy art, music, literature and poetry,
He opposed the Iraq war, and will work with Russia at diplomacy;
He’ll fight for socialism and its beliefs, but in a modern way, considered,
And he’ll represent normal people, because he comes from Salford.
However, I don't like John MacDonnell, the Shadow Chancellor of the Exchequer,
Who should be more for the centrist view and a conscientious people reader;
His right-hand man should be someone who gives the opinion of the party’s right,
To offset Labour Leader Mr Corbyn and his radical, militant, socialistic fight.
But all the best to you, Jeremy, I hope things go your way,
And you stabilise the country with the left-wing policies of the day;
Although your shadow cabinet should be more representative in its views,
I hope that the economy rewards you for your heartfelt unionist dues.
You can read some of Jeremy Corbyn's poetry at http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/politics/Jeremy_Corbyn/11844716/Published-at-last-the-poems-of-Jeremy-Corbyn.html
I WAS ROME - MING THROUGH TIME.
WHEN I PASSED THROUGH A DOOR.
I WAS PART OF THE CLOUD ,
OBSERVING A WAR.
FREEDOM RIGHTS AND PRIVACY
WERE HANGING BY A THREAD.
LEGAL PROPAGANDA
BEING DRILLED INTO FOLKS HEADS.
PRIVACY IS A FRAGILE WORD.
ESPECIALLY WHEN I KNOW ,
EVERYTHING YOU EVER SAID ,
THOUGHT , HEARD OR TOLD.
GOTTA LOVE WHEN PEOPLE SAY,
THERE IS NOTHING I NEED TO HIDE.
THAT'S UNTILL I EXPOSE THE TRUTH
YOU SIMPLY CAN NOT DENY.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY,
GOES BEYOND THE SCOPE.
MANIPULATION OF YOUR THOUGHTS
HAS THE SAME EFFECT AS DOPE.
IF YOUR SUGGESTION CREATES IDEALS
THAT BENEFIT THE CORPORATION,
YOUR SURELY GOING TO GO ALONG
WITH NO NEED FOR EXPLANATION.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY,
INCLUDES THE FOODS YOU EAT.
IF BIG AGRA SAYS IT'S GOOD FOR YOU
TO JUSTIFY , YOU REPEAT.
OWNING WHAT YOU NEED TO GROW.
CORPORATIONS PATENT , AND SELL TO YOU.
GOVERNMENT , BLINDLY , GOES ALONG
AND THE POPULOUS , HAS NO CLUE.
KNOWING THINGS THAT FRIGHTEN YOU
LIKE HATRED , WARS AND CRIMES.
GOVERNMENT HAS TO PLAY ALONG
IN THE FORNICATION GAME OF MINDS.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY
INCLUDES SETTING PEOPLE UP.
IF ORGANIZED CRISIS ARE EXPOSED
THE COMPROMISED COVERUP.
ANOTHER WAY OF INVADING PRIVACY
IS STEALING PEOPLE'S TIME.
THE COMPLICIT AND COMPROMISED
CREATE CHAOS OF YOUR MIND.
MEANING THIS AND SAYING THAT
CLAIMING WRONG IS RIGHT.
WHEN CONSTANTLY BOMBARDED
DEPLETES YOUR TIME TO FIGHT.
WHEN WEAK. , TIRED AND GIVING IN.
METAPHORICALLY , THE SHIP IS SINKING.
YOU WILL RELINQUISH "ALL" PRIVACY
DRINK WHAT THE REST ARE DRINKING
ONCE DEPENDANT ON CORPORATION
THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN HIDE.
CORPORATIONS NO LONGER NEED YOU,
YOU BECOME RAWHIDE.
IT STARTS OUT WITH YOUR PRIVACY
WITHOUT NOTICE , YOU LOSE YOUR RIGHTS
THAT'LL BE THE END , OF SOVEREIGNTY
AS HUMANITY, GIVES UP ON THE FIGHT.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE IMPLANTS
FOR SURE , THERE'S NO WAY OUT.
DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU SAY
THEY'LL OWN YOU , WITHOUT A DOUBT.
YOU'RE PRESENTLY IN A LIFETIME ,
GUIDED BY SOCIOPATHS.
IF YOU DARE , DISAGREE WITH THEM
YOUR DISCARDED JUST LIKE TRASH.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE , DELETES
AND SENSORS , VITAL INFORMATION.
IN OTHER WORDS , THE PSYCHOPATHS
CONTROL YOUR DESTINATION.
Michael E. Harris
01192023
Have you ever watched a sitting
of an Australian parliament
For thirty years or more my attention has been absent
From what I do recall
the language that they use
is full of vitriolic abuse
They have inflated audacity
in what they do believe
They are empowered to enslave us
it's a model I aggrieve
These parliamentarians, they are described as sitting members
when supposedly "democratically" elected
But are they ever sitting, seems to be they're mostly lying
It's a deceptive model, which for three decades,
I have vehemently rejected
And then to rub our noses in the dirt,
they assume the title, the honourable member. How can this be is this a joke
Dishonourable is more apt, treat the sleeping population with contempt
For so many decades this dis-empowering system
Why have the people never been awoke
Such atrocious decisions that are surely made
Conscript young men to fight another nasty corporation war
No love for humanity or for themselves
do we need them? Such direction I abhor
The irony of it all is that we are forced to vote for a so called democracy
Such corruption such a sham
war propaganda, lose your job if you're not jabbed
all these lies issued, to perpetrate a filthy scam
And there's the pensioners, the disadvantaged
who exist, just above the line of being poor
Whilst these parliamentary parasites
send millions to support a Ukraine/Russian war
I maintain no desire, for another human being
to claim he represents me, in any shape or form
And so I do declare a pledge , to do all within my power
to deviate from all political norm
How to educate the public, where does one begin
Of the treasonous system embedded deep within
My allegiance is to adhere to the principles
of our loving Father, existing hgh above
To include each and every day
a simple message of harmony peace and love