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Seven speed shifter, psyche developer
Driver of this life's gifts
Segments which send pleasure
Usually provide benefit
Elements which feed me, kept
Fear is happily discarded
All household doors open, left
To bring fragrance of garden
Head geared with genres
Clarity comes from more interests
Eighty year tenure, an honour
Retribution, useless splinters
Human trait known, universal
Drawn to lean, need to listen
Compassion heeded in excursion
Care turns my each day ignition
Centred between birth and death
Racer on track wound cyclic
Perpetual explorer gathers, forgets
Next corner potential, enticing
Avoiding explosive crashes
Rock is within, grown authenticity
No single book ear bashes
Faith follows a compass of decency
God, World's most weighted name
His name is like a Ferrari
Fantasy vehicle, an on-screen game
But a Ford serves me entirely
Trials and tribulations happen
Disasters hit Christians too!
Self help allows a quicker reaction
Blame taken squarely if tragedy ensues
Building fine structure takes effort
Ten old rules crush me in dust
Freedom's breadth calls me to protect it
Outside doctrine, it's me I trust
13th September 2020
(and most likely always)
So many gaps are getting bigger by the day,
The gap between the rich and those that are not rich,
The gap between the famous and the infamous,
The gap between the generous and the not so generous,
The gap between the closed mouth and the open mouth,
The gap between the tree huger and the developer,
The gap between the lover and the hater,
The gap between the buyer and the seller,
The gap between the optimist and the pessimist,
The gap between the helper and the shouter,
The gap between the soother and the shooter,
The gap between the honest and the dishonest,
The gap between the renter and those below the renter,
The gap between the media and the reader,
The gap between the leaders and the bleeders,
The gap between the real and the unreal,
The gap between the inventor and those who say what for,
The gap between those with power and those without power,
The gap between the grateful and the ungrateful,
Are all very worrying,
Without adding the gaps that we continue to be inventing.
But the gap we should be really worried about,
Is the gap between thinking and doing?
In a world that is dying,
To see more doing,
And less thinking about doing.
I wonder if it is true,
That we produce more E-waste than food for you and me.
If I had a magic wand on me,
I would turn my electronics waste into food for more than just me.
As I do not possess one,
My best hope is to find someone,
To invent the technology,
That is not too stodgy,
Won't ruin my teeth,
And is generally good for my health.
Until that happens,
I will keep using my brains,
Instead of buying yet another calculator,
And food from my Garden I will continue to share with those, next door,
Who sold out to the developer,
Who promised them a life filled with technology that is better,
And bigger than anything they had before,
Neglecting to tell them they would soon become food poor.
You have to admit that the online world is one of competition
You have to seriously stand out to gain popularity and recognition
To create and design applications that grabs at the heart of the people
This is a task and a responsibility that would only seem simple
You have to have the time and the staff to be able to do so
You would need the money and willing sponsors for the growth
Let's not mention the reviews and opinions of others as well
You would also need a couple of in-app purchases to help it sell
Staying on top of all the registered complaints is also what it entails
Being smart enough to have a back up plan if it isn't successful enough
To be a top notch app developer, man it must be tough.
You created a prototype version of me
Like my Developer, you wrote my eyes so I could see
You wrote my voice so I'd have a voice to speak
You developed a side of my program that was absolutely unique
You were the reason for my laughter on my saddest days
You wrote my clarity for my haziest of ways
You wrote my vision & my ability for a collective conscience
You were my rock, my inspiration, & my constant
The consistent side in an inconsistent existence
My Developer, my mentor, & teacher from a distance
The wheel in which spins 'round & 'round
You were my balance, my polarity, & my ground
You were the calming rationality in an ADHD-defected mind
You were the one and only masterpiece design
You were the one that made my program align
The mysterious hacker from my youth
Converted my Hollywood Star Cinema from a mundane mute
You're my routine in a wickedly chaotic life
You're my strength, my bravery, & my might
Even way back then you held my key on a USB
Of a locked up program I didn't know was inside of me
Your Developer's eyes saw things I couldn't see
You're the serious rationalization of the politically-correct, no bull, ethical side of me
And you're reinforcing my confidence & promoting my independence
Developing the upgraded prototype of me...
The April morning's quiet
and so is the November.
Wherever people outnumber trees
or the dominant cover type
is unquiet. Nothing wrong with that.
Walt got it right, and Jane Jacobs:
the city is an experienced,
used beauty. Her toes are long,
nails thick and hair thin. Yet
her kisses can be sweet; or
smell of ****. All my life I've tried to point my window toward
some narrow wedge of nature.
On Seaman Ave., over the roof
beyond the chimneys to the park
where every dog was walked.
Could I survive soot and an air shaft now, pigeons and cats,
or even a desk in the legislature for my lot in life. How about
prison like Etheridge Knight,
Nazim Hikmet?
I've gotten soft.
When he builds that house in the pocket
wetland my window now looks out on,
the developer will have given me what I need.
Amphibian mortality,
gravel, fill,
oak, ash and maples felled. Good
to the last drop is our bitterness, our love.
Codified Law Verbal Allowance
Apartment owners defrauded address
Have had this happen by treasury notes titled homeless and homelessness and other synonyms and iterative advertising.
Homelessness Fraud and Corruption Task Force itself is a possible fraud board of trustees in time?
In actuality legislation passed deed in correction of surplus backlog for economic equality
No smiles no spends.
Above acquisition and mergers possibilities is appropriations committee in the Senate
Tip element constraint in finance
Speculation.
Return efficiency in manufacturing equals profitable research allowance of investment thoughts, free thoughts only.
Ownership of rights is not a liberty in market Theory.
As one pays in full for a plot of land with structure, one remains bound to commodity exchange indexes.
Real estate developer is labor construction.
Attempt at extraction in labor market creates decline in structural integrity of note in treasury calculation. Tracking the market.
Reconstructionism
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Wandering the roads. It has me under a spell even at this juncture in my life.
Even when spiked brambles
scrape my eyelids or those tender foot soles are being twisted by tooth-like stones. Quaint and angular they cluster mischievously among
green shoots that litter every footpath.
They lie in wait, in ambush for the absent-minded unsuspecting venturer.
It goes with the territory for this seasoned footman of the road.
The labyrinthine landscapes are house and home to the spiral lanes and clover clad hills rife in my area.
Their rustic heritage now sacrifice to the
orphanage of a malleable environment
Crop farmers obsessed with harvest bounty.
Restless developer pushing limits of an urban jungle. Fellow traveller in league with those fugitives from the cockpit.
The pressure cooker of modern life. Town habitant with split loyalties who clings to tumults of the city but hankers after rural haunts of yore.
Culprits one and all.
A lair from the hubbub.
Dwellings of the strangest kind huddle together like dots in a matrix separated only by a minuscule space.
Their charm not yet eroded by intrusions of the steel plant genus.
Brick and mortar athletes of homes in a jiffy.
The more alluring aspects of tradition have been fostered and preserved.
Among these are the shortcuts or bypasses of a different more sustainable engagement
Sequestered passages that shave miles off perennial ramblers with a penchant for straying off course.
Saviours of the clueless hitchhiker whose load saps his or her every energy.
One’s eye becomes a lense to all these things hidden or supposedly hidden.
Optic sensor to those trails just slightly out of focus.
Those tucked away secret spots beloved of local wiseacres.
They festoon far flung countrysides at random. Here there and everywhere.
Posted ; April 2nd 2022
A poet like me
I start my days at the 11th hour.
I pray twice a day.
I take my coffee before my bath.
I write with my heart.
A poet like me.
I gossip, oh yeah,
I gossip with my note book.
My favorite ink is black.
I prefer blue paper to white paper.
I am obsessed with the simplicity.
A poet like me.
I am perfectionist.
Because that's the only way I see things.
I love Mercedes
Damn, I love sweet cars.
I love the Rolls Royce Ghost.
For it is perfect, it's simple enough.
A poet like me.
I am software developer.
I write poetic algorithms.
A lover of binaries and recursions.
Oh yeah, I am for Data Science.
I am a deep thinker.
An innovator and a go getter.
I am a pace setter.
A poet like me.
I am a Computer Science graduate.
Where I studied from, they build for the future.
I chose to build my future on codes and lines.
Silk and sick, in my writing canvas.
I am an alien whose power ain't silence,
not compliance or resistance but persistence.
A poet like me.
Loves to have a good laugh.
I am a poet with substance.
Gladys has an iconoclastic personality
a beatnik, hippie, nonconformist to the max
her yard does not fit into this posh modern neighborhood
it is colorful with reds, greens, blues, oranges
an assortment of mushrooms, frogs, windmills and such
she has not had to comply to the four approved color schemes
the homeowners association cannot oust her
she was grandfathered in, “as is”
a stipulation for selling this land to the developer
her monkeys, gnomes and faeries thumbing their noses
at neighbors who are not allowed to paint their doors red
or add an ornamental rock without permission of the association