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The Spin Game
or
Thumbing the Scale
Thoughts for 1/28/2016
Written: by Tom Wright
I’ve dined from both sides of this pancake,
And it’s all about acquiring our desires.
Many are inclined to twist things
In order to gain a competitive advantage;
I’ve been party to many “dog and pony” shows,
And expected to suck it up
Like a hungry Hog slurping from a trough;
On whatever level of life I’ve been found,
The behind the scene politicking had been done.
A board or inner circle had usually decided,
How the vote would go long before it was taken.
That causes me to question, what is transparency?
What is honesty, what is truth?
When casting nay votes it has opened me up to all sorts of criticism.
But never face to face.
Tom
OF FOOD AND WARRING
(A TANKA QUIENTET)
Juxtaposed bombs fall…
Food’s down, starvation rising…
Death…collateral…
Thus, war’s new reaping of death:
Food uprooted and destroyed:-
Food’s an enemy,
Seeking to eat, deadly:
Starvation killing:-
Thus, be war’s new strategy:
Piled skin covered skeletons:-
Ironically,
All this is merely Breaking News!
War’s politicking:
Pontificating power;
Not nourishing peace and love:-
May these fruitful thoughts
Excite your hunger for peace
And its divine love:-
Not living in peace is bad.
Not seeking to is much worse:-
Let’s not be sorry,
Rather, in our awareness,
Let’s get rid of war:-
Where there’s no peace, wherever,
There can’t be peace anywhere:-
Chaos and riots
Epidemics and wars
Confusion like tornado hurricane
Confinement, speechless, quiet, calm, rest and unspoken words
However people are drowned in the sounds of nature
Rattle of the rain
Whizzing of the wind
Rustling of the leaves
Wheedling of the birds
Chirping of the crickets
Echoing in the caves, jungles and mountains
Roaring of the sea
Murmuring of the stream
Buzzing of the bees
Hissing of the snake
Quacking of the ducks
Mooing of the cows
Woofing of the dogs
Groaning of the sick
Wheezing of the lungs
Humming of a lullaby
Grumbling of the oldies
Mourning of the dead
Sighing of the loser
Applause of the winner
Any other voices may be drowned
During this political, economic and epidemic crisis
Stay speechless ,calm and cool
As the ushering in of the Chinese New Year
Looking forward to a better year
Only melodies but no blasting or booming
Maybe some sounds buried in the wind
That's the voice of your heart
Stop violation, politicking, trafficking and hegemony
As the world
Is a part of everybody's legacy in a will
Although all along the world is speechless and unspoken
GOODLUCK
Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll,
Oozing pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes)
On congruent grounds we let him, though we hated his coterie.
Disappointed, we wail, waiting substitute to end the reign of quack
Lacklustre, insipid and a pervading naivety.
Unvaried captain rocks this boat, gagged by plunderers.
Circles of death, twinge, miseries the reign of a drab creek king
Kleptocracy adorning imposition,
EBELE
Embezzlers on rampage, holes bequeathed for pillaging.
Bandits as conniving ministers besmirched obtuse scamp
Egregious craven shrieked at the sound of war “I am not a lion”.
Laggard lumper loon left fanatical murderers at our doorsteps
Encumbrances from delinquent clan divide the love for mother land
DAME
Damp squib's duchess & indecent tongue, devoid of restraint
Audacious domestic appendage ferrying funds
Merriment and intrigue feigned as obligations,
Edgy. encumbrance though ceaselessness forms their amity.
PATIENCE
Punk pretending and purloining to private vaults.
Adventurous nerve for futile globe -trot.
Twitchy at state's affairs though never elected.
Intoxicated by serendipity, shaming all with activity.
Euphemistic drama, Scrappy curiosity with comedy.
National dilemma by decorated buffoons.
Crude verbiages to amuse eggheads “my Fellow widows”
Encomium of approval turned sour “Power” the pipe for thieves.
JONATHAN
Jokers jostled in enthusiasm to rule, (politicking )
Onslaught from 'Boko-Haram' drove sleep from wearied countrymen
Numbed as "hoipolloi echoed NO to mistimed removal,
Alas, the fraud, rapscallion looting Criminals Lords over us
Tyranny cloaked garbs, creek professor without a thesis.
Higgledy-piggledy a travesty called democracy.
Amidst the rubble of a crumbling amalgam,
Nigerian Lords watched the drama secured, while we die helpless
Cock-crow for me is the tring of the alarm clock
unheard but felt as it vibrates against the pillow .
Coffee percolator bubbles (and whistles?)
the puffs of steam tantalizingly call for a sip.
(The susurration of the shower screams to be heard)
but the sharp needles against my skin
is music to me.
(The siren calls to work)- a flurry
of movement is my cue.
(Motors hum their tune) - soft purring felt
by experienced touch
proclaim all is well.
Much mime, smiles, lips contort, form words
some understood,
a blessing not to hear the babble
of bitching and politicking
behind backs.
Traffic moves silently
on greased paths,
colored winks and blinks
in control.
Home again, music is on
and I dance to the rhythm
of blinking lights.
Night, and I shut off the lights
And enter the void
devoid of sight
and
unheard
sound.
~20 Jun 2016~
The Spin Game
or
Thumbing the Scale
Thoughts for 1/28/2016
Written: by Tom Wright
I’ve dined from both sides of this pancake,
And it’s all about acquiring our desires.
Many are inclined to twist things
In order to gain a competitive advantage;
I’ve been party to many “dog and pony” shows,
And expected to suck it up
Like a hungry Hog slurping from a trough;
On whatever level of life I’ve been found,
The behind the scene politicking had been done.
A board or inner circle had usually decided,
How the vote would go long before it was taken.
That causes me to question, what is transparency?
What is honesty, what is truth?
When casting nay votes it has opened me up to all sorts of criticism.
But never face to face.
Tom
Panagiota and The Autopsy
An autopsy, I found, educational to the max!
Those sacred, holy,human body parts, being
removed part by part.
Weighed on a scale, as if in a large supermart?
Really, truly, after all our human snickering and
politicking?
Is this who we are, simply meat on a cold slab?
And tell me, please, who is going to pay the tab?
Where will my Muse be when I lie naked on a table?
I can't scream "help" as the knife slices me from
neck to navel.
No trophies in this inglorious space and no POTD either.
No, poet friends, not in this inglorious stable.
There is no talk here of skin color nor of crucial racial matters.
For on that table,insides of all humans are of the same color,
Simply at peace,lying in tatters, I shout, all all lives matter!!
It's surprising, I withstood all this, being a young student
nurse and all.
It was September in Evanston, at Saint Francis Hopital
I shall never forget, that colorful, most memorable fall.
I never became a nurse,instead, fell deeply in love, truly,
a far more romantic deal!
We moved to San Francisco, where hills, deep love and
with poetry, my heart forever, he did eternally steal!
And the Pacific Ocean transforming from shades of deep
blues to the most enchanting teals!
July 5, 2023
SAPPINESS LIKE SYRUP
fire and ice do battle in our nation
politicking in a clash of thought
droughts of desperation
keep our havens burning
shoulder blizzards frozen white,
why can’t our weather get along?
where’s the rain to make us strong?
and warm quilts sewn with wrinkled hands?
if we strive to cross the arctic freeze:
will God stomp out impassioned southern fires,
melt northern snow, applaud a creation
of hands circling our united globe?
of this i dream! snowballs flung
with lighthearted smiles, fires baking
apple pies, sappiness like syrup.
Kim Rodrigues ©2016
Politicking Change
By: Tom Wright
8/7/2006
I will not reshape my life
Just because the voices seem many
Who clamor for my metamorphosis.
Though their motives may have merit,
My thoughts and actions will not be subjugated
By the status quo;
So please, don’t ride through my life
On your white Charger Indicating to me
That yours is the “fits all” answer;
My life has been sprinkled with those
Who have thought me to be hard headed,
Stubborn, or strong willed, and outspoken.
Perhaps rightly so;
On occasion,
I have been chosen as a voice for those
Who would refrain from speaking?
I sought no accolades then,
Nor do I make apologies for those times now.
And oh yes,
My comfort zone exists
Because that is where I opt to be.
And when its moving day and the van arrives
If it has some man’s name on the side
I’m not budging!!!
Murmuration of starlings high. I’m high!
Low stars twinkling with wings. The trumpet’s call!
As winds of war, incline, in warm wind sigh,
the flock, a shock, sans enemies appall.
These friends do fascinate, heard like bombers,
like Japanese over unsuspecting
Pearl Harbor fight ~ these darling bird-balmers.
The nudge of melodic buzz, quite affecting.
Not of national consequence, abuzz
not with politicking but peace of soul -
remains of war pittance, the scrawling-t’was.
My awesome sight, this di’mond-bling of coal.
Mere humans offer crumbs ~ my heart flaps wings.
With murmurs high and low, communion springs.