Long Solutions Poems
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It is the job that I do why I need to escape, get away and write;
I help companies plan to respond should things go bump in the night.
I am in Crisis Management, preparing valid contingencies;
Writing plans and solutions for recovery strategies.
Should the data center burn down or a hurricane arrive,
I implement solutions making sure the company will survive.
Human safety is job one, critical processes come next;
Preparing solutions ahead of time and putting them down in text.
Responding to disaster; mitigating risks and threats;
Ensuring responders are prepared by facilitating tests.
Meeting with civil authorities, knowing all the laws;
Understanding critical infrastructure and the possible flaws.
Companies must continue to service their customers and clientele
Even if their world around them is crumbling all to hell;
So I help to prepare them to respond to the very worst,
Making sure, of course, that their employees are protected first.
In this century, we have forgotten to value old age and the wisdom that comes with it,
we worship health, virtual networks, artificial intelligence, and speed,
believing we are kings of life, but in fact, we are blind slaves to unripe desires,
servants of our own lives, as we live in an unfinished dream, a labyrinth of illusions.
The office is not an important step but a target in a futile battle for power,
healthcare costs rise, and people lie silent in beds without thoughts,
we pray for them, but I would prefer to die sooner and with dignity.
I want to leave not as a body but as a person who lived their story with meaning.
If we exclude the wisdom of the elders, we trap ourselves in quick solutions,
we lose ourselves in mundane debts, in business and speed, and remain unhappy,
for the time we have ahead is for memories, reconciliation, and redemption.
It is our choice to follow wisdom or desires, to rediscover our humanity.
Through the flow of my consciousness, I see a path back to roots and forgotten truths,
where time flows gently, like a river that embraces the banks of life with tenderness,
and in this tranquility, I choose to live and die with dignity, as a free soul.
A Hindenburg-Esque explosion
Say goodbye to rationality
While all the daily trespassers Scream!
"OH THE INSANITY!!!!"
I sleep with sinners
Weep with the saints
I'm twice the fossil
Three times the oil
Slick as an unlit candlestick
Hid the wick
Burn twice as bright
Burn twice as fast
If it's not to much to ask
Please don't touch
I plan to last
You spend your lives
Looking for a light
The brighter
The better
While you
Were playing with fire
The wolves
Made the cellular decision
To develop night vision
Some worms
Who make their home
In the ground
Have it in their genome
To have eyes
Big surprise
They said no
We'll live off of pure sound
Ah the simple solutions
You prefer a crutch
To evolution
Let me explain more
In the abyss
Above the ocean floor
The fish use light
To lure in the prey
Others use it to confuse
The predator
So they can get away
Why do fish
That live in the absence of light
Even have eyes
Plato was wrong
All things are swallowed
In madness
Death is just the path
Given to the stubborn
Given my level
Of insanity
I'll live forever
I'm too crafty
Developed invisibility
Nothing will catch me
Nor know when I come
Or where I go
Unless I need an alibi
Seriously though
Why do those fish
Have eyes
E-bikes, E-scooters, E-cars
Darting through the streets
Even E-mountain bikes
To take you to the peaks.
One problem with this E-solution
Is the amount of E-pollution
as we plug them in at night
drawing power, out of sight.
Unlike the runner or the cyclist
powered by plant-based fuels
shortsightedly we lobby for
these battery powered tools.
It seems these “green” solutions
all contain a power curse
for it seems to me their “green-ness”
is fueled by something worse.
They grasp the reins with steely fingers
in a “gentle” show of force
for the basis of their movement is
“keep the blinders on the horse”
John G. Lawless
©4/3/2022
The Rubiks cube is round, observed at atomic size
To see reality you must enter, take a peep inside
I’m not saying pull it apart, searching out a pivot
But rather a microscopic journey, for our tiny visit
Photons on its surface, weaving around in circles
Can pass through with ease, external to internal
You see rotating squares, cuboid annoying design
Yet molecules in blank space, spiral together blind
Mosaic patchwork colors, atop firmaments of skin
Projections of light appear, as matrixes flow within
Pictels turning relentlessly, of indiscernible pattern
Interior fluxes created, hexagonal poles on Saturn
Poppycock you say, it’s merely a frustrating puzzle
Millions of us have tried, and most of us struggled
In truth that’s kind of right, solutions are in dearth
Lessons from history, of our once flat planet earth.
If the Rubik's cube was round Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
04/01/2021
I ached. Was sore all over my body, my arms, my legs, my core.
My insides, my outsides, my get up and go had got up and gone to a war.
I didn’t know why my strength decided to leave. Leaving me all spent and beat.
Once I could run, laugh, dance all night long but now I just tasted defeat.
Then I questioned the food in my diet; the meat and veg, the grain, dairy, and pieces of fruit.
I drank plenty of water. Drank it each day. And I still felt exhausted, alone, destitute.
So I tried to think clearly. Think of simple solutions, to get me out of that mess.
But my mind, it was cloudy, I couldn’t think straight, my head, it was in so much distress.
Conquered I lay down and wondered about other tired folk, the drained folk all down, out and blue.
That’s when I remembered, their doctor fixed them, giving each of them a shot for the flu.
My arms, my legs, my body, my core were all in a war, a war so miserable, dreadful and tragic.
But the doctor gave me antibodies, a microscopic cavalry. They saved the day by doing their magic.
6th april
It was the early 60’s where rock and roll was
Taking over the land, and ELVIS was on tour with his band.
Where rock and roll was stories being told
And the teen life was starting to unfold.
We had race riots in the southern states
And black rights were up for debate.
An era of KENNEDY and KING where peaceful
Solutions they would try to bring.
Both assassinated at a young age
Because they tried to bring some change.
An Era where gas was cheap and wages low
And it cost fifty cents to see a show.
A time of the CUBAN missile crisis and VIETNAM
And protesters were taking a stand.
Then this country was taken by storm
And draft dodging became the norm.
Although some of the 60’s was a living hell
It gave me fond memories as well.
Drive in theatres – not many to be found
But one or two are still around.
We’d be able to back in to the drive in theatre
With a little luck- in our 53 pickup truck.
The speakers attached to the window of the door
The volume turned down very low
And the windows were rolled up so no one would know
Or- we would lie in the back of the truck
With a blanket or two
Depending on what we wanted to do.
This was the 60’s that I recall where most
Everyone had a ball.
I've tried so hard to live my life
As a caring human being
Don't understand the conflicts
Solutions are so easily seen
Just do away with all the hate
It doesn't seem too complicated
What a triumph that would be
If everyone was dedicated
There I go dreaming again
People must think I'm naive
Don't know why I'm an optimist
Guess it's just what I believe
Faith that most people are good
When offered simple choices
Most times they'll choose correctly
Be damned, those dissenting voices
Call me what you will, my friends
I feel much better this way
Get on the road to a joyful life
Let us feast on a happy buffet!
Dear reflection,
As you are still, you seem so far away,
hollowed eyes with an abundance of nothingness to say,
Yet power lifting as if you are sun-flooded with strength,
The voices you held a tight chain on, have begun to cave in,
shriveled up in your silence, dried up patience,
wearing a trail of salt behind the face of war,
like the night with a sky full of clouds yet emptiness,
It’s as if you’ve drowned in the efforts of convincing,
and caving in has been a toxic pain to live in,
to be the piece of object that brings stability underneath the legs of a table,
Forget what you dream for, do what you’re made for,
solutions appear much clearer challenging the edges of a blade,
You have slept with spine baring strains while it was not meant for,
forged shapes of hope without the canvas to paint on,
Seasoned soul in a violent form, like the chaos in my heart ,
I hope one day all your labor outlay the love you’ve shown.
This is probably the most difficult thing
To find these days
People are dying senselessly in mass shooting
Like ice pellets on snowy days
We are all shocked and amazed
In watching the around-the-clock news
Nobody in their right mind will be amused
By the absurd massacres of the innocents
Let’s find a way to stop all violence
Let’s pray for peaceful means
Let’s repent our sins
Let’s find solutions to our problems
Let’s stop the bloodshed
And extinguish the old flames
Of hate and bigotry, and the fire of hatred
Let’s bury them in the sand, my friends
With amicable and compassionate hands
Let’s find peace within ourselves
Let’s picture God on our walls, on our shelves
Let’s smile and wave to each other
Let’s care for each other, let’s love each other.
Copyright © December 4, 2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.