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ANOTHER WAY

We've painted unity on beach sand
hung hope on mangrove branches
one wave & it all washed away.

We've built summits from dust and debt
made promises we can’t even explain
while huge walls still rise between us.

Speeches thunder & then fade to silence.
Hope passes hands like counterfeit.
Even our chiefs wear suits now.

Freedom feels outsourced again.
We've tried everything they named.
So what haven’t we named yet?

Maybe it’s time we stop asking them.
Maybe it’s time we speak in our own name.

Never Too Old

My sons are always telling me that they can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Since I’m older than dirt myself, I guess I’m living proof of that. But just because I know how to do it, doesn’t mean I want to. It's a whole lot easier for me to feign ignorance and stare at them like I’m the dumbest thing alive, while one of you gets the chance to show up their old man. The big question must be, who is it that just got schooled?

                                       All those who can, will
                                 those who don’t want to do it-
                                       Will get it outsourced

One Kind of Love

Written By:  D. Collins 12/29/23



There's only one kind of love, that lasts throughout time.
Those who accept the ups and downs and still lay it on the line.
They give 100 to ensure the entire family is intact.
No matter what their digression, always have their back.


Imagine a one kind of love having a tremendous force.
Re-creating families, while begging to be outsourced.
We all know that kind of love is rare in this day and age.
What people call love has many shades of gray.


There's only one kind of love that originates from the root.
And if, you don't have it now, it wasn't given to you.
It is out there lurking trying to get your attention.
To put back what were "ALL GODS" true intentions.

Across the Seas

Across the Seas

.......Are so many countries and peoples,
...... I will sadly ~  never see.
.......Too many years have passed.
.......Takes "geld" to go.

......Made the mistake of hesitating.
......And now,travel restricted?
......Imagine me looking up at Big Ben!
......And wearing a mask?

......No thanks, will stay home.
......In my lovely den.
......Fear and I, are long divorced.
......Sadder, too, US jobs are outsourced!

              
                      9/4/2021
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Got Any Rivers, Hymn

"Got any rivers you think are un crossable?
Got any mountains you cannot tunnel through?
God can do what no other power can do".

The lyrics to a song by John Wesley, a great revivalist
and accomplished song writer, speak to the practical SIDES
of our everyday LIVES and remind us that we are not ALONE.
Though at TIMES driven by stormy winds, and far we have ROAMED,
Our strong faith REMINDS us that we have not reached our HOME.
Figuratively, we all have crossed rivers once thought IMPOSSABLE
and tunneled through gigantic mountains once deemed UNTHINKABLE.
How many times have we completed missions and asked, "Did I do THAT?"    Or what about the times you climbed mountains taller than Mount ARARAT?
Do you remember the time your job was OUTSOURCED to India, or 10 years ago when you went through a horrible DIVORCE? Although it hurt you to the CORE and left you bruised, SOUR, and SORE, you overcame all of that and MORE, because you were blessed with God's POWER which did for you, as Mr. Wesley said, 'what no other power could do'.

072520PSCtest, In Honor Of John Wesley, Kim Rodrigues

To Die For

Branches frosted in ice

Wonderland magic waiting in awe to thaw

Pink blossoms ready to surpass hibernation

	Spring in their timeless steps

				Candle wax waned

The Little Drummer boy back in his box

Wrapped in kind tinsel for resurrection

	Illumination darkened

				Nutcrackers remain

Shells of Christmas foreshadow and abandoned

Reality calls for beating another lonely retreat

	Granny back at the nursing home

				Outsourced happiness

Spoon fed dribbles ooze onto parched kerchiefs

The turnings of life confined to a wheel chair

	Business fast as usual
	
				Reindeers on holiday

Santa's temporary visa faded and expired

An immigrant nurse from foreign shores

	Gives love and caresses

				Crossroads once more

New Year is dawning to the spin of the earth

The token Jesus nailed and forgotten leaves

	A silhouette on the wall

				Another chance wasted

Forgotten resolve scripted in blood and in vain

Soldiers will march again for irreverent fortune

	Guns frosted in ice


27th December 2019

Train Journey Home

Train Journey Home


Hopeful eyes, 
Searching glaring screens, 

searching for some sign of love,
Switching on, switching off, switching on,

Us, 
A people, of stolen souls,
Destined to flick through emptiness,

Digital media, 
This agency of silent desperation,

Outsourced spirituality,
Paper castles and empty rooms,

Designed by the few,
To steal us from the very now,

The very now, 
that would wake us,

That could raise us,
From this
 
Digital nightmare.


John Roberts

Curious Epitaphs

Lecherous Luther was wont to grope
He ceased to function at the end of a rope!

Here lies Cletus as stiff as a board
He slipped on the ice and busted his gourd!

Here rests our dear Ruby who failed to duck
She was beaned on her noggin by a hockey puck!

Egbert the boxer took a fatal jab to the jaw
He died on the spot for failing to yaw!

Interred below is Purvis rigid and prone
Alas, he choked on a chicken's bone!

How we lament the loss of Naomi our sister
She was whisked up and away by a Kansas twister!

Dudley kept in shape by regularly joggin'
Alas, he tripped and fell crackin' his noggin!

Phineas was laid to rest for his eternal snooze
He died too young because of his fondness for booze!

Wilfried didn't heed the warning regarding the curve
He met his doom in a Lamborghini for failing to swerve!

While breaking a bronc Tex was abruptly unhorsed
Perhaps the task would've gone better outsourced!

Change

So corporate outsourced your job today...
It's a miracle you lasted this long anyway...
Change is life and life is change...
Keep repeating that on the firing range...
Where you gonna go, and what exactly are you going to do?
You going to be trapped in your cluttered mind;
wading through the convoluted residue?
You gonna hide from your mortality?
You gonna waste away? 
Don't forget to update your resume...

Triangle Fire In Bangladesh

Triangle fire in Bangladesh 

how many have to die to make the cloths we ware 
died in the dying flames 
of hot cramped rooms 

Swirling smoke and flames 
locked in dark lit dusty air of night 
chained to their work 
they sweat at their sewing machines 
for pennies a day 

The spinning looms   crank and screech 
off the peeling walls 
open windows are only open to those who jump 
their bosses home without a care 
bounces at the gate to bring the fear 

Outsourced labor and regulations 
to find the slaves we need 
the ubiquitous malls 
where labels bleed 
from Young women, 
children and mothers

Coping With Hard Economic Times

Coping With Hard Economic Times

By Elton Camp

Each new generation was richer than the one before
But it looks like that will never be the case anymore

It seems young families might as well expect to see
What economists now describe as the “new reality”

Their parents came to have a house and a nice car
It will be hard for most young folks to go that far

The jobs that are available have become very few
And of a type that only minimal wages are due

Benefits largely have become a thing of the past 
As have pensions that an entire lifetime will last

Many jobs that were available to Americans before
Have now be “outsourced” to some foreign shore

Most manufacturing plants have now been closed
So China can dominate the market, unopposed

Even if people, more are quite willing to pay
Little is found that has been “Made in the USA”

Laptops

our world shrinks again….
job outsourced by foreign lands
laptops made from sand

Mary Had a Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb
She roasted it with mint
She didn’t want to do it 
But sadly she was skint
The shepherdessing job she had
Had been outsourced it seems
A shepherding consortium
Had shattered Mary’s’ dreams
The company contracted
To administer the flock
Were highly recommended
As solid as a rock
So Mary’s job had gone for good
It didn’t make much sense
One little lamb one jar of jam
Her only recompense
Insomnia, a side effect
Now kept her from her sleep
She tried all kinds of remedies
Except for counting sheep
So, taking to the bottle
Her body old and tired
Off into oblivion
She finally expired

World

Winter of revelations
Rationed sunlight
Daylight savings and economic depressions
Lost jobs, welfare schemes, divided families
Drugged teens, abusive deans, suicidal dreams


Mortgages, republicans, Obamanomics
Global villages, borrowed monies, bailout packages
School dropouts, Outsourced to India, Made in China
Yes you can, yes you can’t
Middle East, jihad and Jerusalem


Hollywood, Bollywood, Dream factories
Greed, Excess, Blood and Gore
False prophets, Vigilantes, Moral Custodians
Culture, pluralism, clash of civilizations
Cornered hope, common man, is it so in heaven?
Hope floats, twilight zone, will thy kingdom come?

Our Smoldering Factory Town

Our Smoldering Factory Town
free trade, a brick around
It’s gurgling, swollen neck. Surrounding
gray quiet smolder, evokes, 
Once thriving factory smoke
A Crumbling horoscope
once paid it's worker's, soaked
in quiet desperation.
We are it's rusty antiques
sinking ships on outsourced seas
a swollen, bailout casualty
a fallow field, a dustbowl breeze
While children sew our sneakers
In bananna sweatshops, cheaper
hands can make, children's fate
wont matter, they'll dig deeper.

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