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Another day
Another memory fades
Le jardin que toujours existe
Has disappeared, disparu
An army of 40,000 destroyed
All that my childhood held dear
They arrive in planes and limos
Coal fired three piece suits
They lectured the poor
They sold platitudes like souvenirs
They had Trudeau promise all and yet nothing at all
They had the press, polluting just as the rest
Paris 2015
The grandest of caviar conferences
Performing Eco terrorism in front of your very eyes
You all applaud when in fact you should all cry
They will tax you until you die
As you breathe the fumes of their failures
They are the magicians of false hope
Singing to the masses of global complacency
I will not dance or sing
This clown as left the ring
The carbon you all hate keeps seeping in
The cows and goats feel is no sin !
I no longer praise it, no I don’t,
I no longer call it, the Nation’s pride,
Nor do I raise it anymore, it lost value.
No, it doesn’t hold its meaning anymore.
Unity became just a word, in political rhetoric,
The thread of ubuntu isn’t strong enough to-
Hold together the colors, my flag needs sewing,
Gold, green, blue, black and white no longer wave.
The rainbow isn’t a rainbow in the absence of one color,
Bishop, for now I fold and put away your dream,
No, I will not burn it, for I still believe in the dream,
The rainbow nation is a phoenix t’will rise again and wave the colors.
Perhaps one day, the flag will mend,
And the thread of unity will unite the flag
The colors will wave, vibrant and bright,
Just like Bishop D. Tutu envisioned it.
Until then, I will hold on to the hope,
That ubuntu spirit will kick the coffin open,
The rainbow’s promise will be fulfilled,
Then that will be when I wave the flag again.
...Where smart people once had more kids,
now they barely have them at all,
many who have kids don’t plan it,
which often leads them to a fall.
The smart are bored and distracted,
the instinctive breeding like flies,
the science that the smart folks built
ensures the mutants do not die.
This process just keeps going on
until those who sustain nations
can no longer shoulder the load,
can’t uphold civilization.
Then it all comes falling down,
the crash into a new dark age,
and worst of all I’m not sure if
there is even another way.
We can’t just leave the weak to die
and still call ourselves moral souls,
it’s just not in human nature
to leave them all out in the cold.
Some believed education could
help to inform their points of view,
but time has shown we’re powerless
to raise a person’s base IQ.
Some say that the computers will
bring us to singularity,
well that might be great for machines,
but that is not humanity.
The one thought that scares me the most,
in this age obsessed with ‘progress,’
is that evolution knows that
too much advancement leads to death,
that the shortcomings of success,
the apathy of decadence
is a threat to our survival,
we can’t have too much advancement,
that the cycle is a strategy
to ensure we don’t dissipate,
that we need collapse and chaos,
and all mankind is bound to this fate.
God, I hope not…
I’m looking to a future that I know does not exist ….while being told I need to study on
But the bullets do the talking as my classmates run for cover
Never knowing if this might be their final day
The ringing in my ears no longer comes from the class bells
But instead comes from the horrid screams echoing down the halls.
I listen as survivors say “ it wasn’t me this time”
As they slowly wipe the blood away….
from the bottom of their shoes
I no longer know what to say or do for fear someone will be offended
When all I really want is to make it home alive
I’m constantly being bombarded from the left and from the right….
Both of them telling me which side is the guilty one
I’m told that it’s important to know about the past …..all while calculating percentages and reading Shakespeare’s last
But I’ve seen cows in cattle yards that stand a better chance than me
As we’re all sent off to slaughter in this society
While academics often find
what we are looking for,
a positive correlation between intelligence
and wisdom,
Special occasional confusion
about revolutionary absence of Left with Right correlation
frightens me
Even, and unevenly,
while I am manifesting my best for love
and trust
in humanity's destiny--
Disciplined trials
experiments
proactive investigations
or chaotically dissonant OtherUnwise.
While deductive rational intelligence
develops interdependent quantities
and qualities
And apparently independent bits
of detached paradigmatic information,
Wisdom adds a co-arising ladder
of internal health knowledge
seeking external wealth intelligence
promoting conscious vocational formation
and reformation
and transformation
and unformation
and preformation,
Healthy ego analogy as wealthy ecohabitat political power,
economic energy ecology,
dynamic grace theology,
blending (creolizing, transubstantiating)
Nature with polyphonic singing ringing vibrant internal Spirit,
Humane with Divine golden rules and ratios and elixirs,
Secular with harmonic Sacred,
Health with Wealth of polypathic wisdom
Bilaterally co-gravitating information
internally absorbing
co-arising external exflowing co-present consciousness
Bicamerally valuing past loves and hates
predicating future healthy wisdom passions
more than pathological
nihilistic
foolish LeftBrain over-expansions
of Yang with Yin co-manifestations
of multicultural destinations.
Cup Cake
Your favorite food is cupcake, so is mine
I cover my wife Cupcake in layered chocolate
The recipe is simple, defined with love and hunger
She does not always use the sauna
An oven hot will do just fine
Baking for two hours at a time till she is done
Bent over, burnt a little at the edges, turned on her side
She does not mind the heat too much
But hates blenders for some strange reason
The recipe must be kept as follows:
Two cups of flower and one for her hair
One stick of butter rubbed tenderly along the thighs
Three eggs scrambled but not about the eyes and ears
A spoon full of honey to keep the glow
Place the aluminum pan inside the over
Centered, then flop it in….but gently…must not forget the Mrs.
Set to 450 degrees to remove the grime and grease
Make sure the skin is tender to the touch
Sugar powder lightly on her body
Don’t forget the nose
Add cinnamon with a pinch and kiss
Caution! Cloths could catch on fire and are optional
Don’t over cook
We don’t want Cupcake to lose her looks
I like my cupcakes warm and sweet
With a glass of milk, late at night, between the sheets
Created by: Earl Schumacker on 9/23/15 for Tammy Reams “Didactic Foods”- Poetry Contest
the scurlcat is the perfect animal
it's agile, strong, and smart
it corners it's prey
and stalks until
it's opponents are tired
making them submit
to the will of the large cat
the ceiling is what they see
as they disappear into
the line of opponents that
have been outclassed by
the scurlcat
the scurlcat is native of
ghetto-citia
it is a wise breed
of cat
it's nimble grace allow it to outsmart, and often outclass
even the most
witty animal.
it is opponent to those
who is unwise to be opponent.
bigpawdapawneecatia
is scientific name
it is brown, black, tan, white, albano, yellow and red.
speak it as opponent and be ready to
be submissive.
" he laughed, trying to
convince me such an animal existed"
I was wrong to doubt his knowledge
as I learned, this thing was real!"
Anonymous Author
of well renowned paper.
Elon Musk did not rise from rags,
He was born into a house of gold,
Wealth carved from shadows,
A family cradled by the crimes of Western capitalism.
This system—polished devil of our time—
Feeds on the sweat of workers,
Drinks from rivers it poisons,
And calls inequality “progress.”
Healthcare chained, education sold,
Housing turned into prisons of debt.
While the poor drown in hunger,
The rich soar on blood-stained rockets.
They crown him “genius,” “visionary,”
Yet he is no more than a tool—
A mask for governments in shadows,
A puppet dancing on stolen taxes.
Yes, Babylon once laughed in pride,
Its rulers blind to the cracks beneath their feet.
So too shall this empire of steel and screens crumble,
For the sorrow of the poor is never buried—
It rises, like fire, to devour the thrones of liars.
Elon Musk is not the miracle,
He is the mirror—
Reflecting the wicked face of a system
Worth nothing but shame.
So many sick rivers
Of pain, shock and shiver
Flow from longstanding wounds
Of soul-chopping depression that surround
Many islands next to you and me
As a consequence of the malady
Our development system is trapped in
Because of the flaws within
In Kolkata the other day
Collin in sheer dismay
Accepted the unacceptable truth
That his son cannot have the fruit
Of higher education in a star college
As he cannot afford the package
He could have been
Another Stephen Hawking
Phillip in Nairobi
Is forced to lobby
With corrupt controllers of the system
For his free cancer treatment
Nevertheless stays encumbered
His days are numbered
He has no wherewithal
To go to a better hospital
In Mexico
The blue sky of girls destitute
Get imprisoned in dark cells
No, actually sheer hell
Of flesh trade
A huge global population Is demented
The world is fragmented
Gravely disproportionately
Right from the ages of amoeba
Till today’s human ova
Trees are stripped of their bark
Stark naked a major part of the world
In frustration I sometimes do scream
Nevertheless dream too
For a perfect world
Enabling all to unfurl
Leaving none deprived
Of a health-packed miniscule yellow sun
On every breakfast dish
And no hashish
May be it will take
Many more centuries to make
An even ground
For Prometheus unbound
------------------------------------------
In halls where knowledge blooms, a seedling grows,
A tender shoot of peace midst tomes and chalk.
Through corridors of learning, empathy flows,
As minds unlock the power of kind talk.
Yet violence lurks, a shadow in the light,
Its tendrils reach for the fragile stem.
But education stands, a beacon bright,
To nurture understanding's diadem.
Oh, how we tend this garden of the mind!
With words of wisdom watered, hope takes root.
In classrooms, kernels of compassion find
Rich soil to blossom into golden fruit.
For in this alchemy of heart and head,
We transmute conflict to lead to peace instead.
Listen! The rhythm of a new refrain
Echoes through hallways, break the chains of pain.
In every lesson, every shared insight,
We kindle sparks that set the dark alight.
Dialogues dance, a symphony of souls,
As empathy unwinds it's ancient scrolls.
The classroom's open book
Pages flutter - doves take flight
Peace lessons unfold
Conflict's stormy seas
Calmed by knowledge of lighthouse beam
Safe harbour in sight
Words build sturdy bridges
Spanning chasms of mistrust
Hearts meet in the middle
In the crucible of youthful minds,
We forge the tools to heal our broken world.
Through education, peace itself unwinds.
With every lesson, every heart reminds me:
Compassion's flag must never be unfurled.
In the crucible of youthful minds,
We learn that differences need not divide.
Unity's tapestry slowly comes uncurled,
Through education, peace itself unwinds.
So let this be our pledge, our sacred vow:
To teach not just to know, but to know how.