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Civilian communicator
Manager and organizer
Reckon it really is smart?
Tests for IQ hadn't passed it
Sense much it doesn't real make
Shall we announce a tender
Requirements for contenders
Who and or what judge will take
Pairings and the APIs
Monopolies marketing lies
Vs this Predator Apex
If human is website
Your slice
How will your memories
Of brain yours and enemies
Forget all that what they had seen
What does mean elaborate
Shall you forge exacerbate
The quantum eraser of screen
Your new capitcha
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60% of the world wealth
is owned by Billionaires
Which leaves
the rest of the world
To function on
forty percent
of the world's wealth,
"getting a rich man into heaven"
Is like trying to get
a camel through
the eye of a needle
because with wealth
Gods expectation grows
your job is to take care of the poor
your wealth becomes a barrier
between you and God
It becomes more important
to be wealthy
than it is, to care about people
to make a profit
you'll build human sweatshops
making people work
for eighteen to twenty hours a day
people sleeping on the floor
because they have no life
but need money
wages so low
you make the excuse
If I didn't do it
somebody else would
we go to the shops
and pick up a teeshirt
for prices that are
next to nothing
well our shops go under
because they can't compete
people buy off the internet
because their prices are cheaper
and they have more variety and style
well our shops shut down
Self-interest rules the world
supermarkets talk about technology
where the supermarkets of the future
have no check out workers
in twenty years they say
Robots will replace
38% of the workplace
Economies will fail
Unless people make changes
Economies are collapsing now
because shops need customers
just because we invent something
Doesn't mean we have to use it
people could buy Australian
made products
but instead, they try to save that dollar
Just because
we invented the internet
doesn't mean we have to keep it
we all have the ability
to turn off the machines
and go back to meeting people
with more customers in shops,
shops might be able to improve styles
The agony of the forty fourth fallen martyrs
Of our noble and bravest men
The sound of testimonial heartaches of nowhere scenes
Guns of distraught
Guns of unaware feelings
Guns of twenty one heroic means
We salute the inevitable tied up courage of our kins
Now the tragedy happened of unprepared masks
Now it was a cold blasts
Like an ice to dust
It seems so gigantic beginnings
Of yes to peace
Mournful days of no one could ever ceases
How it felt to broke in the end by a doleful mess
The agony of the forty fourth fallen martyrs
Now it became a history
Of the world's largest tragedy
Of war and technology
Beyond time, beyond what we see
Or beyond what we never expected to be
Like were struggling in the unfathomable sea.
Went to the ROM last weekend
The Royal Ontario Museum
An absolute and total eye opener for sure
We, with our sophisticated smugness
With our feeling of superiority
Emboldened by today's amazing technological advances
Need to stop and take a look back
At the achievements of these artisans
From centuries gone by
Of generations with totally amazing skills
Without the aid of today's modern technology
To help them in their endeavours
Just their hands and their inventive minds
The results of which were astounding
I stood there in awe
It was a total mind blowing experience
Everyone needs to take a break and look back
It makes us realize what great things
The human mind has always been capable of
It was a jaw-dropping experience!
12 o'clock... 12 o'clock... 12 o'clock!
How does one set the damn clock
Had to put a sheet on my new clock radio
To get the damn flashing to stop
Thought I was smart, quite intelligent
But technology has me all bamboozled
Tried reading the manual that comes with the unit
To comprehend, from my brain came refusal
My smart ass ten year old nephew came by
"Not a problem dear uncle, I'll fix it"
A minute and a half later, the damn flashing stopped
Felt dorkish and kind of a twit
My fervent prayer which I offer without malice
That technology buries this young geek
In a deluge of bits and bytes and firewalls
Till no longer he can get a night's sleep!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Guion Stewart Bluford Jr.
Most noted
(born November 22, 1942)
is an American aerospace engineer, retired U.S. Air Force officer
and fighter pilot,
and former NASA astronaut,
He who is the first African American
and the second person of African descent to go to space.
Raised high brother ride roar high into the skies
This is no much fun to know it’s so great
Bluford was selected to become a NASA astronaut in January 1978
As a part of NASA astronaut group 8.
Trained for a year
Officially designated as astronaut in August 1979
His technical assignments have included working with Space Station operations
In 2002, scholar Molefi Kete Asante listed Bluford on his list of 100 Greatest African Americans
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Bluford left NASA and retired from the Air Force in July 1993 to take the post of Vice President/General Manager,
Engineering Services Division of NYMA, Greenbelt, Maryland.
a Corporation and in October 2000, became the Vice President of Microgravity R&D
and Operations for the Northrop Grumman Corporation.
He retired from Northrop Grumman in September 2002
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to become the President of Aerospace Technology, an engineering consulting organization in Cleveland, Ohio.
Bluford was inducted into the International Space Hall of Fame
in 1997,[7] the United States Astronaut Hall of Fame in 2010 and the National Aviation Hall of Fame in 2019
Raised high brother ride roar high into the skies
Fly brother Fly up and beyond the heavenly skies
2/8/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Five hundred years Giovanni Fontana had the notion
To rope gears to wheels and put it in motion.
One hundred years ago an idea came to Baron von Drais
Horses had been killed, ploughing required other ways.
Two wheels, no pedals, all made of wood
You had to push through the field, but still did some good.
A Scotsman added pedals, to the rear wheel
Maybe to celebrate, his friends danced a reel.
A Frenchman made the "boneshaker", which lived up to its name.
Ahead of its time, though reasons to complain.
It vibrated horrendously on the bumpy roads
Rattling teeth, rattling nerves, rattling loads.
Then England's "Penny Farthing" led the attack:
A five foot wheel in front, tiny wheel in back.
It was hard to climb on, and to keep a balance.
Every mount was a test of acrobatic talents
If you fell off without a helmet, it was hard on the brain.
Inventors went back to the drawing board again.
Radial spokes came in 1870, ball bearings 2 years later.
Progress is a goddess, love her or hate her.
Caliper brakes, multiple gears, shifters came fast.
Still too bumpy to have a blast.
Societies of bicyclists lobbied for roads paved and smooth.
Women started riding, old attitudes moved.
Across the pond Thomas Stevens rode a trans-U.S. ride.
With that kind of bike, a reason for pride.
Then pedals to gears got linked with a chain.
Derailleur was the next step, and a drive train.
The Italian Army used a foldable during World War I.
Between incoming bullets, they might have had fun.
Like the future Mountain bike, it handled rough terrain.
But for that, California cyclists tinkered, got the fame.
So that brings me to the day that I was cycling on a country road
composing verses, humming, reciting an ode.
Overtaken by two cyclists on electric bikes from Preston
Were batteries cheating? I glumly asked the question.
I concede it's liberation, more folks in fresh air
Their efforts assisted, but still mostly fair
Causality doesn't focus on me, of course
I'm just a convergence, a bike over a horse.
But all this history made it possible, on a rural lane
To move on my own power, through really nice terrain.
the computer is the automobile of post industrial times
that innovative technology that has completely consumed our minds
It's gotten to the point where no one can function without
it's the core of our everyday existence with nary a doubt
we're now in the midst of the Information Age
and the World Wide Web is now all the rage
efficient, productive in it's ability
with super sufficient memory capability
but computer memory capability is not a new fad
but it's remembering the love for us that Jesus the Christ had
He'd always put the needs of His fellow man first
would give up His last drop of water despite His own thirst
willing to sacrifice His life and die for His brothers
unselfish in the love He had for all others
and at His last supper He made a request
that would forever put our memories to the test
"drink this wine and eat this bread in memory of Me"
This Do You as my lasting legacy
to use our spiritual memory for the Lord Jesus the Christ
to partake of the Holy Communion as a part of our Christian life
This do You was the Lord Christ's command
This do You as a part of God's master plans
Paul wrote this letter so the memory of Jesus would be deployed
for the memory and love of Christ is what gives us eternal joy
joy is the thing that will lift you up when you're feeling down
joy in the positive thing that will turn depression around
joy is the love legacy that comes from the heavenly throne
joy is the energy that will keep one going strong
it comes from the Lord God and goes beyond mere human understanding
joy is that seed that the Lord God is always pruning and planting
This Do You in memory of Jesus the Christ
by making the Holy Communion a part of your everyday Christian life
This Do you in remembrance of Him
whose blood was shed to cleanse us of sin
This Do You to the year 2008
This Do You to make the year great
Not only don’t I have one
But nobody else I know
Has an A.I. buddy, or, at least,
Will say that it is so.
I read a lengthy article
About these so-called “friends,”
Which scared me since it doesn’t seem
That these are simply trends.
Creators justify their use
To fill so many needs –
Companionship, approval,
Affirmation, all the seeds
Which we used to plant and nurture
With a living, breathing soul,
When actual relationships
Appeared to be the goal.
The future looms in ways to which
I can’t at all relate,
When real and artificial beings
Manage to conflate.
I’m glad that I won’t be around
When what we can expect
Is that everyone will need
Such a companion to connect.
As if pushing against that one girl who bumped into me on the sidewalk.
And never said sorry, and never looked back…
It gives me strength.
To close me into the car.
Against the fall wind.
The wind that tries to tip my car over, but never succeeds!
I shake off the chill.
The cold never wins.
Against me and this machine!
The modern technology, that keeps me warm and safe.
The heat is on.
Tilting my seat back slightly and closing my eyes.
But now…
I sense a new discomfort.
With the sun still out.
The interior of this machine,
Is starting to make me warmer and warmer.
Until I give in and take off my scarf and coat.
Turning off the heat so it’s silent except for the wind outside.
There’s never comfort.
Even in my own car, that I love and paid for.
Hot and cold.
Angry and still angry.
The dichotomy.
Is not lost on me.