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It seems it takes reams of paperwork to get things done nowadays.
You can become so snarled in red tape that it'll leave you in a daze!
I wonder how Noah would've coped with such onerous fiddle-faddle,
Had panels and boards been involved to design for him a simple paddle!
Did he have building codes and hordes of bureaucrats to appease,
Or pesky environmentalists hugging the gopherwood trees?
Was there an OSHA lurking about enforcing inane regulations?
Such balderdash would've added to his heap of frustrations!
Was an ASPCA "watchdog" there fretting about all the creatures,
Insisting that cages and stalls have the latest comfort features?
Was their a labor union hovering nigh demanding a living wage?
Such piffle would've launched Noah into a towering rage!
Had Noah heeded those who showered him with sneer and scorn,
Or had he drowned in seas of red tape to stifle his Godly bourne,
He might've been discouraged and cancelled the whole affair.
That could've spelled doom for humankind right then and there!
But Noah's Boss, that Master Architect superintending from Above,
Gave Noah the specifications and a not too gentle shove!
Noah, Japheth, Ham and Shem hustled and the Ark soon took shape.
'Twas built on schedule, with no cost overruns and no red tape!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
It beggars belief at the time of the Bovine troubles
Cartoon capers mirror in abundance like little Barney Rubble's
An epidemic so troubling that we called Mad Cow disease
In it's simplistic traceability it was readily in please
In a seek and ye find just a cow in a field
Born in Appleby three years ago, no hide, please can you yield
We can trace where it came from right back to where it slept
Tracking her calves to certain stalls, boy! we sure don't feel inept
But in our country of so many million, where can they all go
Thousands of illegal immigrants amongst us they do flow
Red Tape, Civil Servants and Politicians, they signed to allow
Just maybe when we find them, each of them we'll donate a cow
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/political.php
Red tape maps certain ugly areas not yet examined properly
as the bad paths are clearly marked as worthless dust blown away
over a passage of time we need to live within the strength of obedience
To the very letter perfectly constructed
put into figures and words to reject God
Shadows dart within life they carry the dusk inside reality existing
debts gambling with our future growth in favour of a death wish
Which dishonours the meaning of love
and it's Divine right caring little about human equality
never forgetting who holds the rights to life and death key
In His hands their is mercy under such a grave sin confessed
entering these unlawful hallowed grounds lay buried deeply
disturbing the truth where it remains facts to be held under oath
Written: December 27, 2024 For Contest Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
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At dawn of a place cocooned once in avarice
silver-haired savvy savor sweetness
serene symphony of silliness...
Each echo is adorned
in mirrors of moments whilom
Still, the illness remains a threat
Silhouettes shaped by streetlight gloom.
Luigi Mangione delivers an arcane calix
crestfallen at awe-in junction of cathartic pain,
mark of jeopardy, spirits who stumbled
amid intricate twists of a complex web
where wellness waltzs whimsically as demon
sibylline, errorless, and suave
flimsy fusion of flux and mellifluous maunder.
Let us linger in lurched odds of yeender,
covenant, of concept, and courtesy
firm freedom fetching fairness for all.
seeking serenity in the scripts of statutes.
Yet we wonder, wrapped in a
whirlwind of wearying red tape
frailty of fitness, a puzzling paradox
where reviews reverberate as an epiphany
as doctors and designs decide the merit
yesterday's valiant victors,
confront morrow's troubling disregard.
Oh, the convoluted challenges of continuing!
a clock clicks constantly in the foreground
each tick teases the transience of time
whilst systems swirl swiftly shift and shape
to the tempo of transition, a thrum of turmoil
In a society that shuns, or selects to shun,
figures featuring fervent faces, fates at stake.
We stand strong, side by side, in such a struggle
amid a wave of apathy and regulations
the price of wellness is presented plainly
a burden of broad-based break bears our back
yet, we discover dynamism in togetherness
a steadfast strength of souls have survived storms
in chuckles of cherished seniors, once more liberated.
As we ascend from the abyssal katabatic,
let us linger on the lessons learned
a frailty of life, a grace of guardianship
and let Luigi’s manifesto heard an odyssey
a clarion call for a fairer future
where the weak are warmly welcomed
and the whispers of a wretched world
weave a wondrous wave of wellness.
Now for some good news,
that we might have missed.
It ain't no riot or pandemic,
so maybe didn't make your list.
For the first time in history,
a commercial craft flew to space.
Bringing humanity back,
into the great race.
Though still bogged down,
with government oversight.
Cause we all know 'Red Tape,'
can be such a delight.
We will see 'Hitch a ride,'
programs where we can buy,
a ticket for luxury cruises,
to take us out past the sky.
To hotels and eateries,
up there on the moon,
and apartment complexes,
that'll be coming soon.
An outer space vacation,
package up in the stars.
I'll think I'll wait and,
take mine on Mars.
Just think of the significance,
of this historic day.
When to all of our grand-kids,
we can proudly say.
I remember on just one planet,
we lived out our life.
It was so filled with hate,
war, hunger and strife.
But we overcame those problems,
back when we learned,
that if we only give love,
we'll only get love in return.
written on May 21st 2020
They always have said become one with your self
Be your own happiness instead of needing someone else
Don't allow anyone to be your strength or your lifeline
Be content with yourself by having good me time
When you think about it those statements are true and less stressful
Less drama and misunderstandings which are painful
No need to wonder "if I do for them would they do for me"
Being happy with you means enjoying your own company
You know yourself well and there's no need to doubt
No need to be an open book to figure another person out
You become close with another person but for what
To feel like a loser when the relationship is cut
To me it seems so much easier just to do you
In friendships there's so much red tape to cut through
Investing so much time and energy into another person
Just to walk away learning another lifelong lesson
Until you add someone to it your life stays problem free
Now that i've learned im going to start doing me
I listen as she slowly breathes
Praying to God this isn't when she will leave
So far she's lasted longer then anyone thought
Now wrapped up in the red tape we are caught
Papers waiting to be signed
Every dotted one they underlined
Knowing that she can't read them and would just not understand
Leaving each and every choice solely in my hand
Not wanting to give up the right
To choose where she sleeps at through the day and night
Now will all my concerns be taken into thought
Or once I sign will I be the one they forgot
Will she be kept with the ones that care
Or just sent off any where
Here on this I may have just rambled
But on her health I can not gamble
She's not laying in a bed of clovers
And there's nothing like " Do Overs"
As a full grown and some what hard man
I shed a tear and try to understand
If the tables would be turned
Simply in Hell would I burn
Maybe God would just carry me away
Knowing, I did the best I could ever day
But when she gone would she be proud
Thinking I did what was best while crying out loud
An Uncle charlie Original
© 2011 unclecharlie
They move through the maze,
Papers wavering like
thin-skinned truth,
Each signature a quiet uprising
Against the slow- grinding
Manuel Materials
That call themselves order.
Their voices catch on procedural
irritants
Cracked syllables lagged
Across desks,
Needs folded into Manila envelopes
That wander office to office
Like pilgrims pleading for
Charity.
Red tape coils around them-
A serpent made of statues,
A ribbon intertwined from regulations,
A binding charm diffuse by
Hands
That promise representation
But deliver hesitation.
Paper pushers sit behind the
Writing desks,
Shuffling lives like loose
Documents,
Moving stacks instead of
Solutions,
Measuring urgency in forms
And stamps,
Instead of human obligations
Still they push forward,
Bearing the bulk of civic expectations,
That drag of political formality,
The discomfort of being heard
Only after being processed.
And in the end,
Their persistence becomes revelation-
Proof that even disordered
Systems
Cannot silence a people
Who declines to be filed away.
The world became broken
The moment words were spoken
An eradicating epiphany
Or perhaps a silent symphony
Life is simply a caricature of death
We're dead with our very first breath
With red tape wrapped around our minds
We're hindered by beliefs like blinds
For in this world there is no haven
Only a fiery pit for the callous and craven
And if I spark a brazen phrase
To light the path through this darkened maze
Perhaps I'll burden your illusion of life
By raising the curtain on a world full of strife
There is no justice for the homeless and poor
Because we wear injustice as if it's de rigueur
This world is just a playground for despair and wars
When corruption and greed are the government's favorite whores
All of my life I believed myself a pacifist
But in reality I was just a manic masochist
With an eradicating epiphany
Or perhaps a silent symphony
The world became broken
When inhumanity was awoken
You need me because
I have my own spanners,
And I am always on the lookout for loose nuts,
I also know where the best bolt holes are.
You need me because
I can be that spanner in the works,
When vested interests take over the floor,
And others head for the door.
You need me because,
I graduated from the University of life,
When my parents were on the faculty,
And took that responsibility seriously.
You need me because I have lived long enough,
To learn from my mistakes,
I have few vested interests,
Now that I am semi-retired.
You need me because,
I know how to cut through red tape,
Have the time to stay on hold,
Until it is my turn to speak up.
You need me because,
I know the consequences when loose nuts go unnoticed,
When there is no one with a spanner in sight,
And all work grinds to a halt.