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while atop the surface of planet Earth humanity
all abustle skittering
to and fro, hither and yon
engaged in self important activity yielding profits,
sans blood, sweat and tears won
full throttle industrial
manufacturers quaking unstoppably
only intermittently pausing,
where managers standing arms akimbo
asper quizzical looking hue cree ton
megaphone blaring orders to underlings
so "Boss" tweed can line pockets
for his/her daughter and/or son
Head Honcho most aggrieved,
when red ink doth run
undermining the bottom line,
thus farming out labor to distant places
(where wages amount
to pennies on the dollar)
locals such as Lake Woebegone, Qum, Timbuktu,
et cetera where pun
gnashing working conditions tantamount
to slave labor,
yet scare other options open
hence able bodied men,
women and children scramble,
despite back breaking grueling physically
exhausting grunt job accepting second to none
with nary any rest for weary
long as workweek includes a mon
day, where bloodied bare hands claw
purported Mother lode
with feigned frenzied zest
enterprise bolstered
via executive bank ministers
financing lucrative scheme
attended to by majordomo
attired in expensive vest
corporate investment project elicits
quaffing, imbibing, and chugging elixir
produced from heavily guarded recipe
qua electric kool aid acid test
where coeval business men/women rest
assured bonanza forecast upon
former green acres hiding treasured quest
marginally concerned such nettlesome
pillaging, ravaging, torturing ranks
wealth driven vanity as deleterious pest
shortsighted exploitation money making embarkation
glorified as investment nsync to feather nest
retirement funds despite leaving the environment messed
up, whereby future generations saddled with
poorly bandaging gentrifying, resuscitating
gaping wounds upon Gaia at best
shortening quality of life
for all (poetry) Earthlings aye attest.
Team leader Renee peered out
of her faux gold window around a pulsing Friday noon.
“Almost like we’re puppets of each other down there.
Maybe everywhere?”
Albert, her partner and co-worker were apt to look down on the buzz where their joint venture, their central office, was located.
Quite often hoards of people of all age groups hung out, shrieked with joy, abandon, near the hazy plume cafe.
They were snacking and sharing purchases.
There was rainbow signage to the left of this group promoting all the companies within Renee, and Albert’s brief.
The name of their company was Hereafter Unlimited.
Close and “trustworthy” friends formed this postgraduate 7 person cluster which later evolved into quite a
mind-bogglingly complex concern.
Hair-raising hubs were hatched.
Geniuses one and all created one matrix after another of sequential self-financing companies.
Ideas among them spread like avalanches.
Songs and puns were sung.
They had “flames” or “wildfire” intensity at their fingertips.
They were at the mercy of their own brilliance.
Their aim was to bring countryside joys into every nook and cranny in their chosen capital.
There were bookstores, clubs, restaurants and other outlets named after the multifaceted rustic charms that obsessed them.
Each outlet had a communal dining area to draw in clientele.
The underlying idea behind all these shops, stores, stations
was to have a magnetic pull.
Havens, an escape hatch that would leave an out of this world impression on the visitor.
From energetic background music to kaleidoscopic screens, to elaborately sculpted tables, mahogany tint chairs, azure blue halo moon menus, kid zones in high jinx.
Cascade after cascade of hue swirls in tandem with jubilant dance trope very much in evidence.
A magic merry go round motif underpinned each inventive hub.
Once savoured, never forgotten.
Festivity a frequent festoon, mouth watering smorgasbord without rein running riot.
The element of surprise, key and kernel to atmospheres that thrived on visionary continuum
McRaccoon had a plan to steal again… He would usurp all the theatrical arts.
No holding back, mind running high on ambition, he’d rule Vegas, from the start.
He would dominate Sigfrid and Roy, with only a plan and his illustrious, smarts.
But he needed our help… Did we dare help out? Or would he break our hearts?
When we heard the plan… We cheered him on…He really was so very amazing!
Riding high on a dream… He could win with his scheme, and the right connections.
So GrandFather Troll, made a quick call… to Norway… and all of his relations!
After a time, deals were struck; contracts were signed…yes, for use of their dragons!
Now, backers were found, financing his show, with first pick on the strip, as a bonus.
We couldn’t believe, what we were about to see, Dragons were coming to Vegas!
For a year and a day, he’d have his own way, but, naturally, we’d monitor his boldness.
After all, they had to get here, without incident, so preparations had to be flawless!
Publicity well known, and security in place, MCRac rode into Vegas on the dragons.
He and the Trolls set the dragons down, amid applause, and yes, jets circling above us.
The President, allowed nothing less, to protect his people, he admitted to being cautious.
Instead of danger, found… the dragons allowed everyone to touch them, in celebration.
The Trolls were there, to make sure everything went well, as Hollywood bowed asunder.
And McRac, signed autographs, with a shortened new name more befitting, his grandeur.
Finally, everyone won, McRac was set for years, and our worries, had been unfounded.
The dragons, you know, are now publicity hogs, and frolicking, so don’t miss the shows.
Our actor Trolls, who flew in with McRac, are the hit of the strip, in their very own show.
And guess who’s got the best seats in both the theatres?
To Sigfrid and Roy: your show must go on. But, if you can’t beat us… come… join us!
And to all else, I’ll be home, at Troll Lake… as will the rest… sooner or later.
Growth,
For the growth of African global economy
Many African governments thought to have financial
bank which can be financing
most African mega-projects
as they don't have decisions
or holding shares in MFI bank
It seems as some western banks
failed them with fake promises
when they needed some financials
for many projects.
Growth,
They asked for the reform of MFI bank so that
African representatives may put their money
To hold shares for benefits
of fifty four African countries.
The African mega-projects which many leaders
Focus on now are
- expounding Barrage Inga in Congo river to supply electricity in almost twenty African countries.
- And modern railways from Capetown
" South Africa to Cairo " Egypt.
Growth,
Many African leaders are persisting with
the point of the reform of governments
systems as some western leaders
still thinking of neo-colonisation
whenever African matters
are discussing in many international summits.
All fifty four African countries are independent
but they don't have representatives
in the United nations security
council which is highly unlikely.
Growth,
Many African countries could be growing economically
by now but there is a stumbling block in World
oparating system.
Some Africans leaders pushed the agender
of New financial architecture where governance
and decisions are not in the hands of few people.
New financial transaction taxe at global
level whereby all the Countries will be paying
And the resources must not be controled
by the World Bank and MFI bank as
African leaders don't have final say in those institutions
So they wish an other institution of Equals.
Growth,
African youths put much pressure
on the senior African leaders to leave powers
as they seemed not working well.
Then many African leaders came out of their silence
in the recent international summits
of " Russia and France"
Another holiday has come to pass and I am no prouder to be an American than when it started.
What are these holidays for I ask myself?
Are they designed for the little man to feel like he’s getting a break from the monotony of
a humdrum workday. Rest him up and throw him back to the dogs or is it about big money. Seems everyone is having a sale or going out of business sale. These furniture stores go out of business more that a nickel bag crack seller on a Wednesday night on the Jersey Shore. Can you imagine working for one for these slime ball opertions? One day you got a job, the next day who knows. How does that conversation go?
“Hey listen Margaret, we are having another sale.”
“Oh no not another sale, is this a going out of business or and everything must go sale?
I haven’t seen my daughter in 5 years since that last everything must go sale. She wasn’t even suppose to be here for the love of Pete.”
“No, no nothing like that we are going out of business but will open again Monday. That thing with your daughter, well those Chinese’s people made us and offer we just couldn’t refuse, you understand.”
My other favorite is the 5 years no interest financing on everything in the store. They know you aren’t going to pay and that one day you’ll get hit up for 36% interest.
And for Christ Sakes where do they get the “actors” for these TV ads? Are they washed up **** stars that couldn’t make the grade or just some fat cats concubine that thinks she’s in the movies now? Look Elsie I am on TV…does that belt make me look fat? It ain’t the belt honey.
So goes another Labor Day/Memorial Day/Fourth of July/Presidents Day/ Martin Luther King Day/….it really cheapens America and what we stand for, and I for one am ready to end this downward slide into the bowels of America and say we combine them all into one big week, yeah Garage Sale Week. Now that’s an American tradition that has stood the test of time!
THE COMING OF BLACK JESUS
From out of dark of Africa
and from the central plain
beyond the Nile, in just a while
black gold, and all its gain
lay shackled in the morning sun,
humanitie's great sin,
they wait in tears for what seems years
for whaleboats rowing in.
Financing by the usurers,
who'd make a pot of gold,
each trip to Africa was blessed,
by those who'd not have blessing told.
Once on the beach, the boats are filled
and slavery steers the coarse
out to the ship that makes the trip
and filled with black's remorse.
The teaching to their heathen minds
sets in before the sail
is barely set so they can get
the Word before they fail.
the Word that Jesus died for them
so now they must rejoice
and sing His song their lifetime long
His way's their only choice.
The sail is pushed across the sea
and changed, their native speech,
through heat and rain and hurricane,
then hope is in their reach;
when one bright morn "land ho's" proclaimed
they fall down to their knee
to spread His fame, and praise His name
who Saved them from the sea!
And when the anchor's heaved away
to hold the ship in place;
off from the shore they've been bound for;
forgiven's their disgrace
and all the old ways ever known
are laid into the past
replaced on ships by snapping whips
before the captain's mast!
And so they're sold before they're old,
mere beasts of burden, black and cold,
while Jesus saves them, every one,
.......if they do what they are told.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
aka Ron Wilson
THE COMING OF BLACK JESUS
From out of dark of Africa
and from the central plain
beyond the Nile, in just a while
black gold, and all its gain
lay shackled in the morning sun,
humanitie's great sin,
they wait in tears for what seems years
for whaleboats rowing in.
Financing by the usurers,
who'd make a pot of gold,
each trip to Africa was blessed,
by those who'd not have blessing told.
Once on the beach, the boats are filled
and slavery steers the coarse
out to the ship that makes the trip
and filled with black's remorse.
The teaching to their heathen minds
sets in before the sail
is barely set so they can get
the Word before they fail.
the Word that Jesus died for them
so now they must rejoice
and sing His song their lifetime long
His way's their only choice.
The sail is pushed across the sea
and changed, their native speech,
through heat and rain and hurricane,
then hope is in their reach;
when one bright morn "land ho's" proclaimed
they fall down to their knee
to spread His fame, and praise His name
who Saved them from the sea!
And when the anchor's heaved away
to hold the ship in place;
off from the shore they've been bound for;
forgiven's their disgrace
and all the old ways ever known
are laid into the past
replaced on ships by snapping whips
before the captain's mast!
And so they're sold before they're old,
mere beasts of burden, black and cold,
while Jesus saves them, every one,
.......if they but do what they are told.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
THE COMING OF BLACK JESUS
From out of dark of Africa
and from the central plain
beyond the Nile, in just a while
black gold, and all its gain
lay shackled in the morning sun,
humanitie's great sin,
they wait in tears for what seems years
for whaleboats rowing in.
Financing by the usurers,
who'd make a pot of gold,
each trip to Africa was blessed,
by those who'd not have blessing told.
Once on the beach, the boats are filled
and slavery steers the coarse
out to the ship that makes the trip
and filled with black's remorse.
The teaching to their heathen minds
sets in before the sail
is barely set so they can get
the Word before they fail.
the Word that Jesus died for them
so now they must rejoice
and sing His song their lifetime long
His way's their only choice.
The sail is pushed across the sea
and changed, their native speech,
through heat and rain and hurricane,
then hope is in their reach;
when one bright morn "land ho's" proclaimed
they fall down to their knee
to spread His fame, and praise His name
who Saved them from the sea!
And when the anchor's heaved away
to hold the ship in place;
off from the shore they've been bound for;
forgiven's their disgrace
and all the old ways ever known
are laid into the past
replaced on ships by snapping whips
before the captain's mast!
And so they're sold before they're old,
mere beasts of burden, black and cold,
while Jesus saves them, every one,
.......if they but do what they are told.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
THE COMING OF BLACK JESUS
From out of dark of Africa
and from the central plain
beyond the Nile, in just a while
black gold, and all its gain
lay shackled in the morning sun,
humanitie's great sin,
they wait in tears for what seems years
for whaleboats rowing in.
Financing by the usurers,
who'd make a pot of gold,
each trip to Africa was blessed,
by those who'd not have blessing told.
Once on the beach, the boats are filled
and slavery steers the coarse
out to the ship that makes the trip
and filled with black's remorse.
The teaching to their heathen minds
sets in before the sail
is barely set so they can get
the Word before they fail.
the Word that Jesus died for them
so now they must rejoice
and sing His song their lifetime long
His way's their only choice.
The sail is pushed across the sea
and changed, their native speech,
through heat and rain and hurricane,
then hope is in their reach;
when one bright morn "land ho's" proclaimed
they fall down to their knee
to spread His fame, and praise His name
who Saved them from the sea!
And when the anchor's heaved away
to hold the ship in place;
off from the shore they've been bound for;
forgiven's their disgrace
and all the old ways ever known
are laid into the past
replaced on ships by snapping whips
before the captain's mast!
And so they're sold before they're old,
mere beasts of burden, black and cold,
while Jesus saves them, every one,
.......if they but do what they are told.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
I work hard at work and then at home
In the bathroom is the only place I am King of the throne
There is such a thing as a honey do list
And at work so much to do, no time for bliss
I did something that I know I will never regret
I went and stole a portalette
It fits perfect in the corner of my back yard
I notice the neighbors outside working real hard
We negotiate an admission fee for them to use it
I put up a sign that reads Enjoy it, but don't abuse it
I hire the Chicanos around the corner to add some graffiti
I took advantage of Zero percent financing from Sears to install some central air
and heating
Next summer I will expand it and add another wall
This will be where I will have a spa
I just put in cable tv to provide entertainment
Now my friends want to steal their own portalette
I told them construction sites are probably an ideal place to get one
I tell them to check and see how full it is, because spilling it ain't no fun
If it is full, complain to the Site Foreman so he will get it emptied, thus, making it
easier for you to handle
Be careful of the methane gas, use a flashlight, not a candle
Odo Ban works better than Febreeze
Try to place it under some shade trees
It will keep the temperature inside moderate
Take pride in your newly acquired portalette
If you treat it right, it will provide you with this one thing
It may not happen in your own home, but in your portalette you can always be King
But now you get into the issue of His or Hers
Another visit to the construction site may have to occur