OF FOOD AND WARRING
(A TANKA QUIENTET)
Juxtaposed bombs fall…
Food’s down, starvation rising…
Death…collateral…
Thus, war’s new reaping of death:
Food uprooted and destroyed:-
Food’s an enemy,
Seeking to eat, deadly:
Starvation killing:-
Thus, be war’s new strategy:
Piled skin covered skeletons:-
Ironically,
All this is merely Breaking News!
War’s politicking:
Pontificating power;
Not nourishing peace and love:-
May these fruitful thoughts
Excite your hunger for peace
And its divine love:-
Not living in peace is bad.
Not seeking to is much worse:-
Let’s not be sorry,
Rather, in our awareness,
Let’s get rid of war:-
Where there’s no peace, wherever,
There can’t be peace anywhere:-
There was a time
in days of yore
perhaps far back
before a cave had
a door – when faith
was everything
Before we thought
we knew, and dreams
and prayers more mattered
There was a primitive time
before science recognized
when all was myth and
ethereal drift....
till our fantasies and politicking
produced a world of real fire breathing
dragons, reddening many skies
and lands
There was a time
when man yet had
plenty of time....
Murmuration of starlings high. I’m high!
Low stars twinkling with wings. The trumpet’s call!
As winds of war, incline, in warm wind sigh,
the flock, a shock, sans enemies appall.
These friends do fascinate, heard like bombers,
like Japanese over unsuspecting
Pearl Harbor fight ~ these darling bird-balmers.
The nudge of melodic buzz, quite affecting.
Not of national consequence, abuzz
not with politicking but peace of soul -
remains of war pittance, the scrawling-t’was.
My awesome sight, this di’mond-bling of coal.
Mere humans offer crumbs ~ my heart flaps wings.
With murmurs high and low, communion springs.
Besides love and happiness
The world is full of sufferings
Political crisis, economic crisis, epidemics and poverty
Slanders, violations, crimes and trafficking
Politicking, hegemony, disputes and wars
A never ending story of sufferings
Hardly any solutions
But becomes great inspiration for
Story tellers
Art pieces
Poems writers
And
An old grandmother's story for the next generation
Of course an unerasable scandal
Mankind,humanity,the human race
Please don't always listen to your own hearts
Your endless desires
Your greeds
Your ignorance
Please halt and listen to other people and other things
To the nature
Please ponder,meditate and contemplate
Your loved ones are crying out of fright and lonliness
The previous laughters are gone
The nature lovely sounds are abandoned
Halt and listen
The wind is blowing and whistling through
Bringing along joy and hope
The stream singing happily all along the way
The clouds playing magics
The former world is full of wisdom
Please halt and listen
Stop all the anger ,disputes, quarrels
Politicking and wars
Please put a curfew to the devil of your own hearts
Chaos and riots
Epidemics and wars
Confusion like tornado hurricane
Confinement, speechless, quiet, calm, rest and unspoken words
However people are drowned in the sounds of nature
Rattle of the rain
Whizzing of the wind
Rustling of the leaves
Wheedling of the birds
Chirping of the crickets
Echoing in the caves, jungles and mountains
Roaring of the sea
Murmuring of the stream
Buzzing of the bees
Hissing of the snake
Quacking of the ducks
Mooing of the cows
Woofing of the dogs
Groaning of the sick
Wheezing of the lungs
Humming of a lullaby
Grumbling of the oldies
Mourning of the dead
Sighing of the loser
Applause of the winner
Any other voices may be drowned
During this political, economic and epidemic crisis
Stay speechless ,calm and cool
As the ushering in of the Chinese New Year
Looking forward to a better year
Only melodies but no blasting or booming
Maybe some sounds buried in the wind
That's the voice of your heart
Stop violation, politicking, trafficking and hegemony
As the world
Is a part of everybody's legacy in a will
Although all along the world is speechless and unspoken
Politics is a mutual confrontation
To gain status, power and influence
Is not that simple
Sometimes out of logics
No sympathy
Only politicking
No discussion
Only debate
No laws
Only conspiracy
No truth
Only absurd and fantastic ideas
No promises
Only proposals
With comical speech
A brilliant orator
With bribery
Some dirty tricks
All are to win
And he who wins
Is always to be admired
We have graduated from many prestigious tertiary institutions,
With flying colors,
Competent and resourceful,
But we are roaming around the streets, homeless, penniless and jobless.
We have been trained,
Under the scorching sun and in the rain,
In skill acquisition
And entrepreneurship development (SAED),
But we are neglected, so we resort to crimes,
And daily marched toward the docks.
We have studied the Constitution and Civic Education,
Equipped ourselves daily
With the articles of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights,
Found out that we are the leaders of tomorrow,
A lie as old as time itself.
Since we have tasted poverty and dormancy,
And can't even say when they will stop politicking with our future,
It's high time we make up our minds,
To changelessly be or not to be,
Perpetual hungry applicants or educated and hopeless scholars.
i've noticed everytime i go out of state
today, there is no escaping a toll
why are we so casually docile
when it comes to our freedom being stole
we systematically give some stranger
our money just to ride on the road
when did that happen
i suppose long before we lost
actual lyrics in commercial rappin'
we use to be such advance beings
cracking puzzles and breaking the DaVinci code
writing hieroglyphs and manuscripts
like the Dead Sea scrolls
presently under this suffocating ceiling of control
what happened to forming an alliance
coming together like our forefathers
exchanging and sharing thoughts of high science
exemplifying magnificence and reliance
politicking under the sun and moon
grasping why the moth emerges out of the cocoon
Politicking Change
By: Tom Wright
8/7/2006
I will not reshape my life
Just because the voices seem many
Who clamor for my metamorphosis.
Though their motives may have merit,
My thoughts and actions will not be subjugated
By the status quo;
So please, don’t ride through my life
On your white Charger Indicating to me
That yours is the “fits all” answer;
My life has been sprinkled with those
Who have thought me to be hard headed,
Stubborn, or strong willed, and outspoken.
Perhaps rightly so;
On occasion,
I have been chosen as a voice for those
Who would refrain from speaking?
I sought no accolades then,
Nor do I make apologies for those times now.
And oh yes,
My comfort zone exists
Because that is where I opt to be.
And when its moving day and the van arrives
If it has some man’s name on the side
I’m not budging!!!
The Spin Game
or
Thumbing the Scale
Thoughts for 1/28/2016
Written: by Tom Wright
I’ve dined from both sides of this pancake,
And it’s all about acquiring our desires.
Many are inclined to twist things
In order to gain a competitive advantage;
I’ve been party to many “dog and pony” shows,
And expected to suck it up
Like a hungry Hog slurping from a trough;
On whatever level of life I’ve been found,
The behind the scene politicking had been done.
A board or inner circle had usually decided,
How the vote would go long before it was taken.
That causes me to question, what is transparency?
What is honesty, what is truth?
When casting nay votes it has opened me up to all sorts of criticism.
But never face to face.
Tom
The Spin Game
or
Thumbing the Scale
Thoughts for 1/28/2016
Written: by Tom Wright
I’ve dined from both sides of this pancake,
And it’s all about acquiring our desires.
Many are inclined to twist things
In order to gain a competitive advantage;
I’ve been party to many “dog and pony” shows,
And expected to suck it up
Like a hungry Hog slurping from a trough;
On whatever level of life I’ve been found,
The behind the scene politicking had been done.
A board or inner circle had usually decided,
How the vote would go long before it was taken.
That causes me to question, what is transparency?
What is honesty, what is truth?
When casting nay votes it has opened me up to all sorts of criticism.
But never face to face.
Tom
One random time in class,
our teacher asked us what came first;
the chicken or the egg?
We were all divided with our answers until date…..
Today, I ask.
What came first, politics or a politician?
Our answers may seem easy,
but it’s like looking for an edge in a circle.
I asked a scientist that question,
And he replied
“A politician cannot exist without politics!”
I asked a clergy and he replied
“Man creates his own ideas……”
I asked a politician the same question,
and he told me that getting an answer
was as incredulous as voting for two candidates
at the same time.
Soon I began to wonder whether I was politicking
my thoughts without knowing it……
Below are the majority views of students about to vote
for their next high school head-captain:
Nelson:
He is tall and handsome,
plays for our basketball team,
knows the best bars in town,
hates maths, just like us.
Pitt:
He's shy,
hates proms and games,
he's a nerd,
he wears heavy glasses
Charlie:
He's a perv and a chain smoker,
heavy metal is his friend,
never talks much,
but rocks in raving!
Kelvin:
An "A" material, and spends more time
in the library than in bed.
He believes in extraterrestrials.
We think he should visit a shrink or something....
Hosea:
He's very smart and funny,
active in spoken word,
hates politicking,
certain for a scholarship,
very good with skateboards....
................................................................................
Hosea made the cut,
but forcefully. Majority
of students threatened
that they would steal his
skateboards, if he didn't
stand for the coveted position
as the head-captain......
Some acted as per their roles and stage names,
while others didn't;
those who didn't created their roles and stage names,
creating a confusion on stage.
Roles mixed up and confusion ensued;
what was themed to be based on politicking,
became a ticking time bomb for the playwright's success.
Shocked he was when his play was applauded as the funniest
comedy in the history of the theatre
by the audience,
for he had written a political satire script.
Ironically, some of the people in the audience were politicians,
yet they still enjoyed the murky presentation of the play,
which they thought was orderly humor.
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