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Reaper and Binder
Our thumbs do the talking nowadays,
The cyberspace filled with thoughts, expressions of different elements of the 21st century 's creativity.
I am talking inventions, engagements, arguments, rhythmic pigmentations and Lots of of infectious reflections.
From Blackberrys to Huaweis, to Samsungs, Sonys and many more digital diaries, Libralies, mirrors, alarms, calculators.... basically reliable android buddies,
What happened to the Easter Bunny?
Yes the Abyss excites thee but this rebinding is blinding the chapters of touch, culture, tradition, religion and simply the old skool human connection... so Lost in our pocket pals letting thumbs doing the talking forgetting how important eye contact is, we need it to avoid the rebuffing of a new reality....
The blue sky is not heaven
It's not the same thing at all
Dear friends.
We often speak of the firmament of yesteryear
By day, the sky is dazzling like an etiolated flower
Dear friends.
Defying gravity is to soar into the heavens
Where at night, stars and asteroids are numerous
It's the dream, it's imaginary impulses
Where we are stunned, amazed and silent.
We are fascinated by extraordinary tricks
The sky isn't really blue, it's an illusion
Man has a way of making inventions
To satisfy his tellurian and planetary curiosities.
P.S. Translation of” Le Ciel Bleu” by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © September 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Oh, hail the champions of the couch potato throne,
Whose true inspiration is laziness alone!
From the depths of sloth, great inventions arise,
A tribute to those who prefer their dreams to the skies.
The remote control, a marvel of our time,
No more adjusting; we’ve reached our prime!
With just a flick of the wrist, oh what a delight,
To change the channel without leaving our site.
Cleaning is tedious or so one did claim,
So they invented the vacuum, and we’re forever in their fame!
No more scrubbing and toiling on hands and knees,
Just let that machine do the work, if you please!
Ah, walking, who wants to do that, I say?
It’s tiresome and boring, let’s drive instead, hooray!
With vehicles zooming, we speed past the grind,
Why take a stroll when you can leave all that behind?
And farming, oh farming, what a back-breaking chore,
One bright soul thought, “Let’s mechanize more!”
With tractors and harvesters, the fields are now neat,
All hail the lazy who made our meals sweet!
So here’s to our sweet lazy folk, we salute you,
Your capacity for finding ways to do nothing is true!
With fantastic bliss, you redefine hard work,
Living is hard enough; let’s not go berserk!
Work smart, not harder, is the motto we cheer,
Why sweat and toil when the solution is clear?
With AI to assist, the future is bright,
Let’s embrace our laziness; it’s our shining light!
Laziness, dear friends, is no longer a jest,
It’s a celebration of comfort, and we’re truly blessed.
The bulk of our science, our knowledge, our creed,
Born of the need to make life easy indeed.
So let’s raise a toast to all those who conspire,
To find the easiest way, lifting our hearts ever higher.
Impressive achievements from the effort of none,
In the heroics of laziness, we’ve already won!
MISSION OF THE HUMAN BEING
We are wild creatures, wild beasts
for them
Their adjectives unreasonable,
Unrealistic
Just as savage, cruel, inhuman, and ferocious
Not civilized and uncompassionate
Sun sneering and moon bantering
at civilized human beings
Every day, every night
Firearms, explosives, mass destruction weapons
Are not our inventions
Merciless murders, massacres and many more
And killing without purpose
Not in our inhuman lexicon
Wisdom flying beyond the planet earth
Imperiousness caused
Destruction than construction,
And shortened the life span
Of everybody
As well as planet earth.
How civilized are you?
Jayaratne Weerakkody
I wish I had the knowledge
To build a time-traveling machine
'Cause I gotta couple of lost souls who need to be redeemed
I've looked it up plenty of times before
Starting with I need to get a Tesla Coil
I know time-traveling existed since the 1930's
But society acts today - like they've never heard of these
John Titor, Star-Beings, & aliens of today
Already found a million years ago a way
Somehow Hitler got it in his hands, & made a Travelling Bell
Hopefully it travelled his ass all the way to Hell
Tales as old as times, there have been legends of this
But inventions never come without a risk
So if I could make a time-machine in silence just for me
I'd go back in time 'til at least 2009
And save 16 or 17 souls from back in time...
Submerged in a rat race, to keep the number high.
compromised the truth of the Prince of Peace,
imported science, liberalism and other form of philosophies.
to obscure the simplicity of the gospel,
Biblical illiterates lulled men to sleep through fantasy
and indeed,
“Thine enemies roar in the midst of thy congregations;
they set up their ensigns for signs.”
some experts of science,
others chose philosophy for their trade.
A mixture of voodoo and tradition
the babel of our religion,
many inventions and importation
from the world system to soothe men's cravings.
and in our bids to compete and conform
we sent the Master out through the door
and men love it so.
As we are now jesters from the pulpits
The complete gospel now a burden.
Repentance is extinct, righteousness unpalatable,
our churches as club houses where no Bible it taught
with itching ears as congregants
and we were just socializing,
more denominational than divine
secret devotion now archaic,
and the dark kingdom was plotting
as men sopor like captive.
then came corona, as a scourge, trudging the entire universe like a colossus
and men remembered.
that our Master is the master of the wind
but we sent him out long ago.
By a compromised gospel
A house got windows for aeration
As well as for time travel
The front window a time tunnel for the future
The back window a time tunnel for the past
50 years ahead and 50 years back
The front window gives you a view of
Bright, clean and broad roads
A fragrant smell of flowers and a thick shade of trees
A beautify world of afforestation and greenery
A world full of expectations and dreams
Higher education
Law and order
Business transactions
Scientific inventions
Digital applications
The front window is always opened
Unless not at home
It's closer to the open sky
And warm sunlight from heaven
The back window gives you a view of the past
Dark, narrow and dirty lanes
A bad smell of rubbish
Attracting flies,ants,wild dogs,wild cats and rats
Prostitutes,thiefs, briberies and scandals
Conspiracy and backdoor government
The back window is always closed from
A deadly smell from hell
But don't forget
You also got two windows in your heart
One full of conscience
And the other full of evil
It's an assignment from God
Oh dear, do utilise the right one
Before it's too late
Distressing Calls of Discontent
Distressing calls of discontent frowning upon my brow
Convalescing with the fall of a malcontent who was too haughty and proud
Coalescing in forms of consequence that are meant to be spoken out loud
Blessing the tall deliverance of being alone among the crowd
Interjections of circumspections for those crossing the civil lines
Mass contentions of introspection as we search for the divine
Condescensions from such pretension that it stupefies the mind
Predilections of inventions that are formed from those who actively look for what they find
Revolution from inside the homes of those who cant afford to pay their rent
Evolution of a Darwinian theory that Creationism circumvents
Convolution of a weary postulation that’s going around inside my head
Pollution of a planet that refuses to create a carbon dent
Microscopic elements under review for replication
Biopic relevance of a relative who is patiently genetically awaiting
Some myopic recognition of the claims that they are steaking
While I’m off the topic I’m still reeling from the borders that I’m breaking
Incandescent reflections that imbibe a lucid dream
Convalescent infections that permeate a populace to scream
Illuminesent interjections of light from the purity of a single sunbeam
Reminiscent of collections that are above the creation of a common theme
Musing always soothing my mind while ceasing the debate
Grooving all the time while I try to syncopate
Perusing all these ethical crimes that make one want to incubate
While using the refine to give and remain hesitant to take
Ammunition for another war that transcends national borderlines
Intuition used only for the expansion of mankind
Premonitions that abhor everything but the expansion of the mind
Nightly visions that store it all across the passages of time
The End
God or Science, the skeptics say,
Science is God, no need to pray.
Through it, we can all knowledge gain,
No need for God’s help to explain.
This fallacy of idle minds
creates a false dichotomy.
Without God’s ken science is blind,
yields speculations of all kinds.
A humble man, with brilliant mind
A scientist and world-renowned.
Yet every day he knelt and prayed,
God, “please reveal secrets to me.”
His lab he nicknamed God’s workshop
For this was where he felt Him near.
Revealing uses hundreds fold,
Of nuts that served as food for pigs.
He had a chance to become rich
By patenting his inventions.
He chose instead to open source
That all who wish could benefit.
Yet not alone among his peers
Of scientists, who took believed,
In God the divine creator,
Of Nature, their laboratory.
Here is a nonsense ode,
About why the chicken crossed the road,
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Why are its motives being questioned?
Maybe the chicken had the best of intentions,
Perhaps the road moved, eh,
And the chicken stayed,
Yes, the abstract road did not still remain,
But, pure and simple, here's the nub,
The chicken crossed its road to go to the pub!!!!
Yes, that was its good intention,
A day at the pub, beer inventions,
Why are the chicken's motives questioned?
Here is a nonsense ode,
About that chicken crossing the road,
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Why are its motives questioned?
Maybe the chicken had the best of intentions,
Perhaps the road moved, eh,
and the chicken stayed,
Yes, the abstract road, still, did not remain,
But, pure and simple, here's the nub,
The chicken crossed the road, to go to the pub!!!
Yes, that was its good intention,
A day at the pub, beer inventions,
Why are a chicken's motives questioned?