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Light reading
We are striding into the new year with news
of an earthquake that got people to sit up instead
of slumping on the sofa watching a Netflix
banalities
Inundated with film, one realizes most of them are hastily put together and consist of a dramatic fight
scenes, the hero wins and gets the girl.
This morning, the news again focused on Japan
a plane landing collided with a stationary plane
five people were killed, which was lucky
we give great press by airport accidents
Ten people dead in a motorway accident have not
much drama unless you are in the pile-up
In Libya, the slave trade capital of Africa, this dubious
honor happened when Qaddafi was murdered
He, the dictator, was not the worst of his kind,
there are times when the only thing that protects a country from sinking into chaos is a strong man.
With him out of the way, the human traffic commenced
South Africa had a plan to let Qaddafi leave Libya
settle in an African state, but no, the west wanted him dead
I have read so many rich people (millionaires) have not
got their riches from the production of things such as machinery
or engineering, with the possible exception of Elon Musk
I suspect the entertainment press is trying to lure him
into a life of glamour.
The middle class is not producing but get
titles working in the social sectors, both public and private, but it is not a type of employment that creates anything of lasting value
As for the working class, the hard hat section is
of immense value their contribution to the welfare of
our society is not recognized properly
This leaves us with millions of people who have no
function at all, and with very little education
We see them in big cities where their life is so tedious they take to drugs and think ***** is a love life.
If nothing is done to harness the destructive power these people represent we will end
being ruled by the mob
MY HAPPINESS AND SORROW
My heart is full of joy, also tears,
loaded with events years after years.
For life,
Happy happenstances to adorn.
Memories of worries left to mourn.
At end, in abyss of emptiness thrown.
Random activities now confined in closed contour.
Associates are away, children in respective sectors.
Broad spectrum of life is shortened,
Only to be busy on self care,
realizing every moment that life is accelerating to reach terminal.
I only know what I know,in joy and sorrow
Enjoyed love, shocked on betrayal, succeeded or failed,
But nothing remains, no imprints.
Everything so trivial.
Time will wash out all.
09/28/19
Third Place
First Line from my poem 'My Heart is Full' dated 09/13/19
The line 'I only know what I know' from Broken People by Richard Lamoureux
'Pick a line, any line' Contest by Richard Lamoureux
The future with AI is already here,
A world that's changing, with each passing year.
We've come so far, from the first spark of AI,
With endless possibilities, that reach for the sky.
The current possibilities with AI are vast,
From medical diagnosis, to predicting weather that will last,
Smart home technology, that knows our every need,
Digital personal assistants, that keep up with our speed.
The future with AI, a world of wonder and awe,
A leap into the unknown, that leaves us in awe.
From smart cities, that know our every move,
To self-driving cars, that easily groove.
But with the wonders, come fears of mankind,
As we question the consequences, that we may find.
Artificial intelligence, that will soon outsmart,
And replace us humans, with a robotic heart.
But with the fears, come opportunities that shine,
As AI creates more jobs, that we cannot decline.
From automation, and the rise of new technology,
To vast amounts of data, that help us make discoveries.
AI will affect jobs in different sectors,
As automation takes over, and humans become electors.
Retail workers, truck drivers, even doctors and lawyers,
Will all be affected, as the world undergoes new voyagers.
The government and scholars agree,
AI is a force that's here to stay and help set us free.
With new policies and regulations, to address our fears,
And new programs and investments that help us persevere.
But with the research, comes a glimmer of light,
As experts suggest a future that's so very bright.
A world that's safe, and filled with endless possibilities,
As AI continues to help in all human activities.
The future with AI, a change that's here to stay,
A bright new era, that's unveiling every day.
With a world that's smarter, and more efficient than ever,
The future with AI, a world we'll cherish forever.
If I were the president,
in our fatherland, no citizen will be a bastard
and mutual respect, our networking web.
If I were the president
the people will be my senate
and their satisfaction my template.
If I were the president
all sectors will be cycled with excellence
all human needs will be met with kindness.
If I were the president
cremation of human disasters fully executed
our mentality will be built in love.
If I were the president
good ideas, I’ll romance
into reality, I’ll convert.
If I were the president
life will be a comfort zone
with every compatriot a beneficiary.
If I were the president,
the simple flow of Life would be applied;
basic made basic, luxury made luxury.
If I were the president
health, mobility, literacy and justice
would be rights, not privileges.
This third world I see
would be transformed to the first, I dream of,
so God……… Make me the president that we need.
In this land we had a President teacher
So was our nice neighbour next door
A fertile ground to hold holy such a duty
An easy guess : respect was far more important
Than what we thought of compensation for labour
That renders throats dry sniffing chalk dust
Only moon will tell when will settle the chalk dust
A sunset ago, a gavel gave hope to a teacher
After a century of glittering tearful labour
Now hope of a sincere deal beckoning at the door
No doubt heavier pocket will make light his duty
Money sweetens always what is already important
In every corner of the land you find among the important
A teacher who rides to the market on a bicycle full of dust
Because he has a family to cater for besides his duty
There is no story more familiar in Kenya than a teacher’s
He accepted to teach in a classroom without a door
And to inspire under such sick conditions of labour
The teacher has earned respect through honest labour
So we must put him up there among the important
Grateful we are to defender who opened him a door
To enjoy the fruits and economy of perfumed chalkdust
To walk an inch higher and remind all: “I am a teacher”
A demonstration of honour to an age old duty
We have finally woken up to our reality of duty
To those who polish our brains through hard labour
The doctor up the street and senator have been to a teacher
The syringe makes a doctor, the chalk makes a teacher important
I hope the doctor will know it is the stress and curse of chalk dust
When a tired smart man consults him behind a closed door
Hope is high up the sky, admin keeping a policy of open door
Who are we not to encourage him in this line of duty?
With further engagements we will settle the dust
And render hopeful around country the classroom labour
We will bring to town a statue in memory of a teacher
For all sectors to know he who holds the bottom is important
Hope the momentum will not blow on our faces some other dust
And cut short the celebrations with humiliation for our teacher
What this land has achieved in this regard is far too important
For no just cause, my quiet nature has been wrongly interpreted in
all sectors of life. As early as elementary school, teachers, kids
and peers mocked at my painful shyness, chipping away at my soul.
As a shy personality, it is often perceived as something deficient
and as a sign of weakness. The opposite is true as we take our time
to better assess situations.
Another erroneous belief about the quiet and reserved is that they
lack self-esteem and self-confidence but facts show as introverts we
are highly sensitive, bright and gifted people.
Discrimination against the meek and humble can lead to prejudice
causing work reviews to have an unsupported result of negative
feedback based on personality rather than work.
Though my resume and reference letters, details extensive
experience as a legal secretary and an asset to any law firm,
personnel thought I got the job for appearance rather than skill set.
In one firm, I was fired because my superior said she didn’t like my
personality. I quietly said, “I don’t speak so how could you know me?”
She irately replied: “I don’t like your mannerisms.”
In actuality, my quiet demeanor and exterior unjustly
characterized me. As all these outward inferences never let
anyone know the slightest bit about me.
Today, I have just cause to be wary of other people’s perverse
ideas and ill-conceived standards. As they continue to hold
me in unqualified contempt.
Because of this discrimination for so many decades due to my
gentleness and humbleness, it is my contention that society
has handed me down a life sentence of injustice and bias.
Although, I remain imprisoned by opinions of hypocrites,
I trust that God will show His merciful exoneration towards
me as I’ve shown mercy to all who persecuted me.
Thus, I remain a hopeless victim, from those who sought to
harm me for No Just Cause!
Brutally you entered our community
Gradually putting us in research calamity
You took lives
Like you are marrying wives
You have made wives widow
Making fear to enter us through window
Husbands widower
Children fatherless
Health sectors “useless”
And as if it is not enough
Like you just came to catch fun
You came without any concrete clue
On how to eradicate you
But note this…
Your days are numbered
Because today were celebrating your cruelty
Raising awareness among humanity
But soon…Yes Soon!!!...
Soon and very soon…
CANCER!!!
You shall be a long forgotten history
Just as your predecessors’ story
Because WE CAN
And we shall eradicate you
SAY NO TO CANCER
Go for regular check-ups
And live a healthy “cancerless” life
NOT TO CANCER
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Form:
woman to man
man to woman
always attractive part of nature,
inseparable infatuating power
the woman has natural intention to beautify her for
seen to unseen,
real to imaginative dream,
spoken or unspoken
the important roles of masculine mind
the woman, seems to me, instinctively dependable
whether I go find her in preparing to enchant the man ego
though she is now well educated
most of women
still take beautiful elements to pacify mannish sensual pleasure,
still surrender to husbands even cruelly beaten up by them
most of women still
afraid of the masculine society,
serve man for said heaven enduring all wretched conditions
though I find them now conscious about their rights
still I find them-
as scientist, physician, economist
as theologian, philosopher, politician
and in most salient sectors of worldly life
theist, atheist, feminist all kind of women
Independent, subservient, educated uneducated
almost all women still love to live as parasite rules,
though they love freedom but under the masculine reigns
most of women if desire, can enjoy the entire life independently
but they are moulded in dependence naturally or forcefully
awake, o woman awake
awake on the self power
awake your true nature
awake for your inner sake
13.04.2020 Chattogram
Shattering the Unbroken Cycle
Bully's shadow looms, a pervasive stain
across all sectors, absurd, yet sustained
Governments and schools deny workers' rights
incentives, facilities, and dignity's light
Seniors torment juniors with blows and pain
emotional scars, hunger, and shame's stain
Educators wound with words, with physical might
abuse and fear, a toxic, endless night
Domestic walls conceal violence and despair
husbands, wives, and shattered vows laid bare
Governments neglect, oppress, and deny
basic rights, humanity, and a chance to thrive
Even sacred spaces hide oppression's face
wealth and power, a sharp, humiliating knife's pace
Do we bully for fleeting power's sake?
Is happiness not our purpose, our heart's ache?
Can't we choose kindness, unity, and love?
Break bully's chains, send humanity from above
Within tender vulnerable hearts
blossom loyal loves without,
so too
within grateful hearts
blossom honorable patriotism without
for a people of democratically cooperative integrity,
and also grace-filling sacred matriotism
for EarthTribes of domestic nutritional integration.
Both politically public sectors
and psychologically mindful
egoLeft-ecoRight conscious
private sectors,
intimate
vulnerable
and not for sale or rent
sectors of polycultural right
and monoculturing wrong
hubris,
fake patriotism
without loyalty to underlying multiculturing wombs
fostering healthy integrating
nurturing
nutritious matriotism.
LeftBrain competitive patriotism,
nationalistic,
is mere exterior hypocrisy
without also Elder Sacred RightBrain
cooperative matriotic
MotherEarth's centering,
mindful,
egoLeft-ecoRight consciousness.
Vulnerable RightBrain spirits grow global polypathic love
as grateful LeftBrain dominant nations
regenerate Earth-patriotic matriarchal anthems,
love songs,
not just flags waving
but full-color solidarity banners dancing
with threaded bonds,
umbilical chords of harmonic rapture.
Why settle for merely patriotic nationalistic anthems
when we can sing multicultural love songs
of gratitude
for cooperative health-inducing EarthMother?
And Her honorable
grateful Daughters
and nobly patriotic Sons,
from generations past
for sacred regeneration futures
of deep learning
and cooperative bicameral listening.
Why do we RightWing pretend
our problems are lack of patriotism
when we both Left with Right Brains fly
through issues more cooperative
with underlying gratitude for Earth
gracefully paid forward?
Re-investing back
through (0)Sum timeless space
of positive equals notnot negative
spiraling
fractal
thermodynamic patriot-matriot balancing
secular/sacred
ego/eco-place.
Of and for bilateral consciousness
politically empowering/psychological flow of nurturing gratitude
convex/concave
exterior Earth-climate covering integrity's interior landscapes
uncovering
discovering
recovering bilateral cultures of health.