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2009 and the expenses scandal
Made Gordon Brown, the Prime Minister, lament
So John Bercow, was appointed new ‘Speaker’
To be ‘The Commons’ new broom, was his intent
But he was faced, with an unlikely challenge
In his efforts to clean up ‘the house’
For running loose, in his official residence
Was a small, grey, furry, wily mouse
‘The Speaker’s’ efforts to entrap his visitor
All failed, with equal measure
So Sally, his wife, used her ‘Twitter’ account
To seek help on catching the creature
“Eeek, we have a mouse!” she did post
“And under the dish washer it’s run,
It’s Sunday, and the ‘mouse-catcher’s’ day off
Can someone tell me – what can be done?”
“My husband’s been ever so manly
But all of his efforts have failed,
Please can someone come up with a plan
To put this small rodent in jail?”
Suggestions came from near and far,
But all of them failed to succeed
The mouse still evaded the Bercow’s grasp
This led Labour MP, Gordon Prentice, to plead
To ‘The Commons’, “Why not have a resident cat
To rid ‘The House’ of the mouse population?”
But the members said, “No – that’s inhumane
We prefer control over eradication
This ‘House’ has stood for centuries, and,
There’s always been a problem with mice
But to bring in a cat, to kill them all
Well, the voters wouldn’t consider that, nice!
That’s why Parliament employs the ‘mouse-catcher’
To monitor and control the pests
So, until he can catch the Bercow’s mouse,
They’ll just have to live with their uninvited guest!”
Politicians can’t decide and seem confused,
while talking every day about the curve,
and how it must be flatter for each city,
so every hospital can better serve.
They stand before the cameras every morning,
using words supporting mitigation,
assuming all will catch the Covid virus
as it infects our fragile population.
But then they change the subject and direction,
replacing curves within their presentation,
with antibody tests and contact tracing
designed for goals of full eradication.
There is no clear-cut plan they say to follow,
just confusion from each daily briefing.
Back and forth from one plan to the other,
while every one’s frustration is increasing.
Eradication cannot be successful
in a complex modern free society,
and any plans accordingly are fruitless,
will not eliminate this malady.
Most people can’t afford to not be working,
so now they’re slowly opening each business,
while talking still about eradication,
as if more tracing will defeat this sickness.
Their unannounced shift to eradication
betrays their trust and is impossible.
Although designed to meet their expectations,
It’s proving to be unsustainable.
The Future and AI
I read that with the help of AI, a man with a computer can
do the work of 700 people in a building
At first glance, this is impressive, but what about
The 700 unemployed
When the AI is fully implemented, there will be no
need for workers, no matter how educated they are
We will have a massive number of people who have
nothing to do
The AI can erect easy-assembled houses with
a square meter of law at the entrance of every house
to give an impression of the nearness of nature
The estate will be surrounded by walls painted in
friendly colors, and with an entrance of a steel gate
depiction of a couple making love when the gate is
locked, which it will be most of the time, except for
funerals and the celebration of AI's founder
This will last until people wake up and realize
They are prisoners in a gilded cage, rebel and demand
The eradication of AI and its founder.
The thrill of the hunt was captured
he looked at the many deer in the park
his eyes were on whitetails
a doe and her fawns,
fawns born only a few weeks ago
all with white spots on their backs
and reddish hues
that were hidden
by the tall trees in the dark
instinctively, they kept looking around
their eyes peeking out
at the moonlit forest night
soon the doe and fawns
move furtively to a nearby pond
he follows their trail
and continues to espy
his steps cracking twigs
and the stillness of the night
the white tail thirstily
lap up water from the pond
their innocent eyes darting,
darting around for despair
he edges in closer
the thrill of the hunt
alarm bells set off in the deer as they inhale
his scent
noses ruffling the air
again and again
and then they run,
they run for their lives
but not before
he opened up his equipment bag,
a bag that carried his shot gun
and ammo, night vision goggles
and the like
as part of federal parks program
of biology and wildlife,
c/o wildlife eradication
his job was to take shots
sometimes not to his liking
this time was no different
he aimed ... focused his scope
and caught, and caught
the whitetails square
he had closed the distance
with a pull and a click
his heart racing,
racing for speeding
pictures of capture
he looks through the silver forest
and see the doe and fawns are down,
down river off into the night
reality sinks in
the trees bend in enrapture, dance
one for nature tonight
he smiles, too
he got his picture and data
connie pachecho
3/15/17
Seasons change
New life blossoms
New Beggings
Sure to come
However Stains of the past carry on
The grip of racism
Yet to let go
Historical tragedies
Come and gone
But one remains timeless and strong
Discrimination of a certain colour
Hate towards black people
Yes seasons change
New mindsets born
A system so flawed
Has yet to be updated
Houses destroyed to be rebuilt
Roads stained by blood
Replaced with new pavements
Streets cleaned with bleach that lingers
Now stays the remnants of erasure
Black history buried under a new dawn
Now flowers grow over dead ones
Symbolises eradication
Of black lives victim to oppression
Change is good
Change is different
But most of all beneficial
To the survival of an ever progressing world
But the past a damp that causes mold
One that stays in the shadows of trauma
One that can cause the world's downfall
Especially if the world survival
Depends on black labour
Knowing it could crumble with the weight of us gone
When the existence of life
And a hope for a better future
Depends on the existence of black people
Why are we subject to racial torture
One must think are they the problem
Or is it the pride and ego
Living within the oppressors
I snap a wishbone in half
as I say a silent prayer...
for a cure for all incurable diseases,
for the eradication of the Covid-19 pandemic
~
I blow dandelion seeds
to the murmuring breeze...
in hopes that ongoing wars will so end
so peace reigns all over the earth
~
I blow out my birthday cake candles
wishing for the devastating epidemic
of poverty and homelessness
to cease in America.
Written and posted on 10/28/2018
In this wicked den of society, there will be no eradication
of meanness and ignorance.
With sore and bleeding evidence.
Mankind will endeavor to manage to violate
God's will with debauchery and licentious behavior.
For it is in the heart of the righteous that glorifies our Lord and Savior.
It is the heritage of God's spiritual creatures above
and below that will venture into the everlasting.
The love of God is not in the passing.
The righteous will be a spiritual mysticism (union with God).
A cultural Zionism.
copyright 2017 Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake.
In rugged mountains of beige
A mission has been set
To rid a faction of rebels
Where conflict will be met
Eradication
To return a country to good
Dispose of the unwanted
For the feud to conclude
Near the Helmand River valley
A major offensive is set
U.S. Marine push
Juniors and Vets
Its not even daylight
As i radio them in
Colleagues of three
Hereford's unique fighting men
In our covered position
The Taliban are sighted
Car bombings, slaughter
Rotor blades we invited
A distant sound
Of birds of war
Bringing Marines
Bullets, hard gore
From the valley rises
Western army brawn
In formation flight
Blackhawk Dawn
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-5.php
The womb of time.
It’s a comical concept.
Comical in a way of deflective desperation leaking out of the cage of my pores.
Comical in a way of pleaded abscond for an imaginative haze of a malformed paradise.
Comical in a way of plagued persecution to the oppression of my shards.
The indigo of the infinite blinds me with a clarity that deceives the wound of my dune.
The desolate certainty to my porcellanitic skin stretches in my ears as I surrender to fate.
The arch of my feet revise the pattern of the engraved, arctic fragments of your permanence.
I find my days blending together; a unition of the void’s contorted chains, embedded with the velvet coax of my blood.
The deliberate, eradication of isolation rings in my ears; a vibration of torturous branding.
The piano notes cry desertion down the hollow of my throat; an echo of futile promise.
The path of my violent fragility demands austere through my follicles; a frugal of fatal mortality.
The womb of time.
Get me out.
The womb of time.
Let me stay.
The womb of time.
Hold me forever.
Greek mythological
drama flourishes,
nee thrives within
noggin of yours truly
gods and goddesses
sporting Hellenic origins
purportedly cavort
higgledy-piggledy
rampantly running ragged
ruminative raconteur
resultant rueful end product
wreckage of present day me
chafing amidst yesteryear's adversities
shadow boxing doppelganger nemesis
fetus in fetu maintaining stranglehold
choking ability to breathe
unsuccessful roundup eradication
resultant mailer daemons
ruling the roost
time and again professional
therapy exorcised futility
psyche plagued with said
crudely sketched hobgoblins
permanently lodged within
fifty plus shades gray matter
mein kampf analogous to siege
and/or civil war
abductor and hostage
terrorist versus negotiators
one and the same person
ideal fecund environment
irresistible nasty brutes
unwilling to forsake
golden opportunity
passive languishing helpless
antisocial bumbling creature
mandate decreed heir extinguished
sentenced eventually commuted
life without parole lifetime
metaphorically imprisoned harsh
punishment solitary confinement
crime synonymous equalled
chance happenstance ovulation
nsync with seminal linkedin
fertilization, impregnation, parturition
essentially random appalling dice throw
courtesy biological roulette
automatic defacto malefactor
abstractly describes lifelong
condemnation, humiliation, ostracization
hence if nothing else
no shortage writing material.