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It seems a common point of view
that ‘diversity’ is a virtue,
is this a truth that should be sun,
or just a line we feed the young?
Is diversity excellence?
No, it’s a description of difference,
there’s no moral value in that,
nothing to make it good or bad.
I think the real problem begins
when ‘diversity is tied to skin,
skin does not determine your mind,
no value in it will you find.
But they claim it’s ‘identity,’
which seems very racist to me,
and by insisting on this lie,
folks judge by skin, not what’s inside.
Which makes us cast suspicious flares,
and burdens us with endless cares.
Did we speak wrong? Did we offend?
We’re so bound up we can’t be friends.
All these results, so damn perverse,
from a shallow reading of ‘diverse.’
I think it is a better call
to just judge the individual.
But moving past a person’s hide,
to where out cultures do abide,
is diversity good for us?
I think that’s a mixed bag because
All cultures out there aren’t the same,
some function well, some are insane.
from the former we often learn,
the later make us crash and burn.
But point that out and some get mad,
don’t want those cultures to ‘feel bad,’
then they denigrate those that work,
let the failed ideas drive things berserk.
They think failed cultures are ‘oppressed,’
and like to blame those that work best,
so that we cannot appreciate
good ideas we should assimilate.
For cultures and diversity,
it’s only virtue when we judge free.
but this ties to another thing:
Diversity of our thinking.
Our ideas and their differences,
can gives us all more tools, not less.
Unique approaches, philosophies,
can fill in where we cannot see.
New ideas to which we can appeal
to solve the challenge of the real,
but this diversity they hate,
they call it ‘fascist’ and berate
any who will not board their boat,
and sail upon the ship of ‘woke.’
The one diversity that’s fine
they curse as hateful and malign.
Yet still it’s important to us,
and should be seen as virtuous,
the diversity that should be taught
is free diversity of thought.
Dark room
No light shines through;
Coldness precipitates
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Post-It note
Message in brief;
Lunch meeting detour
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Birthday party
Another milestone;
Planet earth agrees
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Celebration party
Family banquet;
Feast for fond hearts
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Shopping spree
Goodies galore;
Window shopping
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Busy occupations
Soldier and teacher;
Love affair complete
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Ancient tree
Witness to happenings;
Keeps fond secrets
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Deserted alley
Midnight raindrops;
Black cat rowdy
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Quayside bum boats
Buoyant swaying;
Chilly winds ply
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Library card
Relic of old;
Digital revolution
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My neighbour's child
Stares curiously;
Lift congregation
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Ghost writing project
Fill in the blanks;
Glorify the boss
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Death comes stealing
Prey beyond pray;
Not much to say
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Corpse in casket
Dead relative;
Healthy cremation
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Eulogy message
So and so lived;
Now death prevails
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Thought for the day:
Be brave and kind;
Make up your mind
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Look beyond words
Meaning survives;
Only in light
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Be not afraid
Darkness is canvas;
Stars now come out
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Evening passage
Journey home;
Beyond despair
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Leon Enriquez
28 August 2014
Singapore
The snow piles up along with many troubles
Trapping me, blocking me, as I am snowed in.
How long will I be stuck in this new phase of life?
The air is bitter cold, there are no answers to be found.
I hold onto a blanket, hoping to stay warm.
All I can see is white, even though everything feels dark.
My footprints quickly fill in with more falling flakes.
As I feel myself losing my way, more each day.
Things have changed quickly, spinning all around.
The storms keep on coming hiding beauty to be found.
I know things I am going to lose, all looming ahead.
Yet, I keep trying not to lose myself along the way.
I have always been a fighter through turbulent times.
This time is different, as I stand alone with life’s problems
In a blizzard that I cannot stop, watching tears slowly freeze.
Heidi Sands
2/9/17
"The Road Not Taken," Frost slow ball to my curb," ... by The Poet.
If you instant your past past your eyes! (Uhh!)
And the pause it had caused tis now gone, (Poof,)
made of years, good, and tears, lost in sighs, (Sheesh,)
brevity ... gravity, hint's implies. (ahh.)
Well, that's that, who's at-bat, fate card's drawn. (hmm.)
It can't be. Excuse me, sir your tea, (Oh--um,)
Set it down. Half-a-crown? Sir! ... please go (Wooo!)
Day's wages? (Whoa) Outrages! Gent there, see, (Ohh!)
Looky there! (Wha?) Nighs me' chair! Good Golly? (Ohh?)
I'll fill in (hehe) ... Good evenin', ready--No! (Ne'va!)
Your manners, dear Rober--scene, public? (ahh)
Pardon young man my tongue, close to mouth ... (marvy)
brain, not close (coughs-clears throat) (ahem) teapot throes (UUU)... Republic? (eh-eh)
The other, (ahh) not smarter -- nonpublic! (hehe)
Manners Rob-bie. (Uh-uh) Nay, snob, he paws South! (Ah-ha)
Flo (tell her the day she died)... Wall Street--(cuts him off--whips) Collapsed, Wheat -- never failed (smack thrown)
They need food--place--what good ..., choice I made (sniffles-handkerchief drawn)
Cold winter (gurgling-hands her teacup). Dear sister--You, I've trailed (long sigh).
We both chose, God ... He shows (gasping) ... He unveiled (long drawn-out breath)
Rob, he made (quick inhale) ... Ed conveyed, (quick-held breath) Rob, well-made. (long exhale draws a silent table of one)
Prepping For The Test
The standardized tests in my country come from me
The questions are designed, refined, and masterminded in secret
When they are perfected we feed them to the masses
In truth there are no answers only questions
This season the children will love my staff and I
We will dare them to get one question right
With the tests that we have drafted
Their minds will close just like a book
Minus the writing, no pages, missing a cover and a look
First we’ll start with easy ones;
1.) How many fingers are in French fries?
2.) Where do computers go to die?
3.) Did the devil always have teeth
and did he ever use them on dentists?
4.) How old is the number five?
The next round of questions will set the children’s spirits free
To be good citizens in society
We’re so kind, we’ll give them copies of the tests in advance
You know, to give them a better chance
Examples such as this;
1.) How many sub-atomic non quarks does it take to fill in the color green?
2.) If all mountains went out of existence what would people climb?
3.) Will zero propose to the number 8 or 17 next year and what would their
children look like in the year 4299?
4.) If you push the elevator button several times or harder will it go any
faster?
The last question is not really a part of the equation
Or standardized test on this occasion
I’m trapped in an elevator pushing this same button for hours and hours
There goes my power
Mother Nature’s Mistake
Hills that go on for miles
Pines, oaks and maples reach for the sky
Their leaves casting a cooling shade on a hot summer day
Animals of all kinds dance in the gentle breeze
Flowers fill in the green blanket of meadow grass
Added beauty from a gracious Mother Nature
You sit among this beauty
Glowing in the late evening’s golden sun
Mother Nature watches as her work fades
She sees you and knows that she cannot match your beauty
So she created the night to try and hide you
But your beauty cannot be hidden
You were made to be beautiful
That was Mother Nature’s one mistake
She created one being more beautiful than anything she could create
And for that she should be praised
And thanked for giving you to the world
Form:
He often thought to himself
that he has been too quickly assembled
that he should have taken more time
for the busy hands of his constructing mind
to fill-in the flaws, smooth-out the cracks,
properly tightened the loosely screwed together
parts of his nature.
He knew he was mind-made; everything is.
Mind is the worker; body, persona, and the world,
all that his perception allowed, were just the works of his mind.
However, it was all so sudden, the impulse to build
an acceptable, semi-functional being was too strong,
in the end it was a rushed job.
Still he had time yet for a do-over.
The mind that had put together all this ‘him’
could paint over, spackle and tighten up
much of the more obvious weakness’s.
He will need to throw away the handbook
he had made to explain himself away,
stop trying so hard to market himself
to other hastily formed beings.
That he need not mend or stitch anymore
just accept that what the mind had made
was only the skin of thought, its superficial workings
and what he was in truth, was always this unadulterated
pre-created and perfectly packaged
God-Send of the Universe.
Slowing Down
Electricity runs through my veins.
It courses in waves,
from my head to my feet,
and back.
Why?
Because I am ever,
waiting for the other shoe to drop.
I heard the first one,
but there are nearly always two.
Big mistakes made in ways that seemed planned.
Fallen marks from goals, turned upside down.
Who is watching the fish,
in the bowl,
on the cabinet,
by the desk...
where the water is red, not blue?
There is no air to breathe.
Stopped up sections,
plumbers called out.
But no one remembers how to use... a wrench.
They can barely spell the word,
much less design,
and somehow make a new one,
to replace the old...
that is;...
should the first-ever become broken,
in its or our lifetime.
Buses come by this way.
They are yellow and green.
That is not the color of the country,
no, nor the city or state.
It is just the color of the metal.
They ran out of the other colors,
and were making do.
Flowers are growing now,
beside the road.
I want that job.
The spreading of seeds,
that make a difference,
to all the picture postcards.
We should go somewhere...
at least once in our lives.
Fateful... thoughts,
too many coats,
not enough socks,
and there are guests coming for dinner.
They are all sad and empty,
but they will be remembered.
Looking backward is useless.
Tomorrow will take care of itself,
but only if we pay attention to today.
Look up and sing,
the birds on wing will hear you.
Don't be afraid.
There is still, one important thing.
A treasure, a token,
nothing that is broken.
Let that whatever it is...
be part of your life,
but not all of it.
Gaze up unto heaven... smile,
laugh like a child,
even when there is...
no more blue in the sky.
Fill in the missing lines,
between the darkness and the light,
long enough to climb to the moon.
You are nearly where you need to be.
Keep trying!
A. Foster, Ann Foster, Annette Foster
Take Me
Take me places,
I have never been,
that is your job...
use your paper
and your pen.
Tell me about the snow,
then go,
to the beach and the sea,
then come back...
as you remember me.
Tell me about the desert,
about great treasure,
and maps,
to find more than,
we can
in any other way.
Now fill in the people.
Write them interesting,
and polarizing.
Make them sad,
and happy, and glad.
Make me one of them,
sometimes,
make me all of them partly.
Make me part of all the pictures...
smartly.
Clever you are,
author of my imaginations.
You come and go as you like.
It is not fair,
that I must stay
and play here,
and not there,
where everything
is so whimsy and free.
Muse,
you are so cruel...
to me.
(Voided life)
--Fill In The Blanks-...That is, if there are any left "
Symptoms ___________________
A Pulse______________
Birth_______________________________
Breathing is specific___________
Optional_____
In the void_______
An egg_____________________________
Oval_______________
No place_________________________
Emptiness_______
Causes__________________________________
Womb opens_____
Nothing pops out_____________
Bullets blank________________
Babies____________
Begin were they end___
Life comes with certain expectations_______________
Unexpected circulation_________________
Circumstances________________________________
Emerge___________________
Walls collapse_________________
Tributaries fill___
Escape_________________
Empty_________
Not what It could have been