I am the bridge—
Built strip by strip
From the backs of newcomers
And the tears of providers.
I do not falter
When footsteps cross me—
Colorful voices of change,
Fathers, asking for humanity,
Mothers protecting from insanity.
I was built between then and now
Carrying the legacies of those who refuse to whisper in their dreams.
Voices planted in concrete.
To bloom in unity.
I am the bridge—
Nailed together with hope
Wrapped around each bolt.
I am the bridge—
Reaching over rivers and valleys
Where stop signs tower but, anyways, we rally.
I am the bridge—
Where freedom lives
And fear says 'hey'
But we march anyway.
I am the bridge—
Holding strong and steady
As history moves forward
It's equality we're moving towards.
I am the bridge—
Every step is to justice
Each mile we reclaim
For the message lives.
And the message is and always has been...
Black is powerful.
Amen.
1. Men do not have to be providers…
2 Men can do ballet and forget baseball..
3. Men must have gay, male, friends.
Comment.: none! What is yours??
PS. What are male opinions here??
9/1/2025
providers
mothers provided homelessness
to get a job
and now
walk the streets, terrorizing men
what do we do
well you kill people
so you can go shopping
it is called shopping addiction
and little boys and girls who you hate
die in the receipts of your smile
you don't see, but we get abused
by the freedom we have
as you grow and multiply
the fat gross arms come flying
mouth flapping
disgust in your eye shadow
exhausting demons of news
desert mules trampling slaves
men fought this civil war, under many titles
so the gold and silver and logos of banking
would never touch our graves
and the beasts stampede, ugly and weak
blind justices of empty delivery
abandoned mirrors covered in shame
Everyday we mimic the bar for instance the electric wire,
the ways, the road leading to the north, the road leading
to the west or east or south,
or sometimes the ropes and somehow their threads and
towers?,
and sometimes the cars themselves that travel away?,
and the vision of the swans and the movements of the
winds about the weather of the day?.
And sometimes monsters' dreams and eeries and zombies
and all sorts of clumsy witches.
And sometimes all what is neither blue nor barmaid
and barcodes providers and nightmares of let say
backyard bro bro bro....
We're not allowed to think it
Colonialism, apartheid had benefits
During apartheid RSA was clean
A religious sort of clean, I admit
But things worked, banks took checks
And you could go in, not pay to deposit
Out of fear of criminals, banks hide
From depositors, charge not "credit" (us)
Back before Mandela's famed win
Electricity was second cheapest
Only beaten by New Zealand in price
Now money cannot buy power/t"krag,"
My local grocery man says he can't pay
The cost of diesel, Rands1,000 an hour
To run generators to keep food fresh
And we are now in Day 2 of blackout
We are going back; the good old days?
Make a wood fire for morning mojo, tea?
NOTE:
It's 7:30 am by the time I post this, and it's 20 hours straight without any electric. The providers, government owned, just don't care enough. Corruption & lack of maintenance is destroying the first world status if our cuties & towns. Will investors come here when power is so undependable? No hot meal or drink for me since 11am yesterday, & one must travel to town in steady rain to buy, if available. God will always see us through, in Jesus's name. PTL
GOD IS A POET
God is a Poet…
So are you.
Let there be light!
And there was light.
Now bone of my bones,
Flesh of my flesh
Shall be called a woman taken out of man.
How clearly the sky reveals God's glory
How plainly it shows what he has done.
I wish I had died in my mother's womb,
Or died the moment I was born.
Better to eat a dry crust of bread with peace of mind…
Than to have a banquet in house full of trouble.
You are like a light for the whole world
A city build on hill cannot be hidden,
So we have made man in our image
After our likeness.
God is a poet…
So are you.
Poets are puzzle solvers…
Poets are solutions providers.
God is a Poet…
So are you.
I need a phone for dial-outs
and dial-backs
but that is all
unless my doctor or dentist dies
then I need a different phone
I do not want to clutter my personal
with my health providers
no one else needs to call
this would eliminate salespeople
and robot calls
Handling hoards of patient everyday
Each depressed ,fearing death
Asking same questions
Colleagues dying, patients dying
Death lurking in the corner
Not sure of own fate
A hectic schedule since more than a year
Physically tired, mentally exhausted
It is not easy still they continue to serve
Full time PPE, mask on
Handling patients with patience
Working selflessly, sincerely without hiatus
Think about them.
Their physical and emotional state.
Be empathic
Follow social distancing,
Wear mask, sanitize hands
Don't go out until required
If all take precautions covid will end!
Then happily we can take a hiatus
A much needed vacation!
7th February 2021
Written for Hiatus Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 1st
Hilary A Corona Birthday
Gown, mask, gloves, only eyes showing,
Intent in her task as Hopkins nurse,
Covid 19 victims owing,
Their repair, escaping fate serious,
To Hill-Bill types not "Status Quo-ing",
Risking danger, putting care first,
Huddle of "1st Class" providers "Pow Wowing",
Pooling talents, to forestall the worst,
Keeping life flowing, families knowing,
Nurses give care in earnest,
Corona row can be tough hoeing,
We're alive to splash not be a tourist,
Hil's pals keep vital signs glowing,
So be "Heroist" in losses "Zeroist"!
IFORNIA- HEALTH
HUMAN SERVICE AGENCY
DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH
CARE SERVICES
Ways to manage stress
• Take a break reading, watching the news
News about virus can be overwhelming
• Keep in touch with family
Friends
Others by phone
Text
The internet
• Treat body kindly
Eat healthy foods
Exercise if you can
Avoid too much alcohol
• Call health care provider
If anxiety keeps us from daily activities
• Ask health plan
Care providers if mental health
Medical Substance use services
• Remember that can get many mental health
Substance use services by
Phone
Video telehealth
So don’t have to go to an office
The internet providers grin
We are at home locked in
Their gadgets stuck in China
They think their disruption is minor
Security checks your temperature
Offering you a sanitizer adventure
China makes everything you need
Except your staple feed
World Bank and IMF help more, the political core
Offshore accounts to fatten more
We are ready for vaccine trials now
The stronger our fields to plow
Covid19 Heroes
to all the health care providers
law enforcement workers
bus drivers
grocery clerks
and other essential workers
who are working 24/7
to keep us safe
there are no words
for us to express
our heartfelt thanks
to the heroes
that are saving our lives
24/7 every day
LANDING
Big Brother's eye
beyond the sky
Saw it not sneak nigh,
round valley and hill,
gripping necks at will;
No Global Hawk, Predator,
Brigadier, Mirador,
nor fortress and tower high
Could site it here or there,
abridging lives to spare.
And as providers
keep a busy head
on their insecure daily bread,
even as they watch
in dread for the toll
on the new day's scroll;
And as the white angels contend,
with the Reaper's octopus hand,
And as old earth has to brace
For the Reaper's hasty pace,
Behold the mighty potentates
Of every creed,
of all Palace and House,
of every rank and race
Now kneel before Great Leveller Covid
and, on their clayey knees, plead
with him to spare their crown or mace.
Mohamed Mansouri
Tunis (Tunisia), on 14 April 2020
As others run as hard as they can
To get out of the way of the sick and diseased
The doctors and the nurses dash toward them
As others turn their faces inward,
The health providers open their arms and hearts
Giving the afflicted a bit of comfort and hope
As others ignore what is happening
Hoping it will not affect them or their loved ones
The nurses and doctors try to get a bit of sleep
Knowing they will get up the next day and do it all again
And the day after that and the week after that
Until they have nothing left to give.
The healthcare workers of the world are currently on the front lines,
Ready to give whatever support is needed, sometimes laying down their lives
To do what God has called them to do.
They are our heroes. Let us revere them and send them prayers.
To all the Mothers,
Who stand for what is right
They work so hard!
Never let the weather dictate
How they love their children
Always there whenever needed
Do what is best for loved ones
Yes, they guide leaders to reign in peace
Cry out to God to save future generations
As they plead for true liberation
A reliable source of inspiration
Not ordinary humans
But special women
Whom we call Moms
Fighters of hunger
Seekers of well-being
Promoters of longevity
Providers of stability
Pioneers of societies
Pillars of many countries
Teachers of morals and values
We pray for their blessings
And breakthroughs in all they do!
This is our special prayer for Mothers
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