deportation statements during time
observe pulitzer worthy escape by decree ego
overlap
deportation of "homeless immigrants"
census fraud
is not a measure of goverment in california
re segregated aggregated data is not a constitutional law
being held
deportation hmis
creation of absence ballots in population control ownership agenda's
Teaching I statements is worthwhile
you do not start with a pointing finger
Or a mean look
An I statement is not an accusation
It is an expression of your feelings
I felt sad when….
I felt upset when….
I felt disappointed when....
Expressing your feelings does not put people on the defensive
So much better than pointing fingers, angry looks or nasty accusations.
“You made me angry” is silly.
“I felt angry when you….” Makes a lot more sense.
“You made me hit him.”
I am not even going there.
How can you accuse someone else of taking your free choice away?
The more you practice “I” statements
The better you will be able to stand up for yourself
You will be able to retain your power.
If “You” is the first word you think to use, when someone upsets you,
Practice your “I” statements.
Retain your power.
Zambezi's strength rules
who can harness our river?
electricity from water?
Nyami, Nyami
Kariba Dam damaged
by six decades of water
the Tonga tribes celebrate
Nyami, Nyami
May 10, 2022
Joseph May's contest on Naani.
Two naani of 24 syllables each
current statements about currents
When the Kariba Dam was built on the Zambezi, the Tonga people had doubts.
The dam was built on gneiss and quartzite and is made of concrete — 80 feet at its thickest point. But over six decades of the waters' rushing through it, tumbling over it and crashing down on its other side have carved a pit at its base and erosion threatens its foundations. July 22, 2020
The very thought of a naani about Nyam Nyami sparked my muse.
It is the River God of the Tonga people.
If we reduced most mission statements to just one word,
There would be no need to use a sword,
To get a company to keep their word,
As reducing mission statements to just one word,
Makes it easy to spread that word.
Accountability would be a good one,
Accessibility could be another one,
Reliability could be my favourite one,
Adaptability my second one,
My list is a long one,
So I will leave you to find your own one,
Now that you see what can be done,
To reduce a mission statement to the bone.
This world is only flat
as I could wish for it to be.
All wishes come
from hungry hearts as mine.
Curves I visit
bring a noise of motion.
Unexpected joy and wonder
found in every moment
leave me breathless
in returning
to my mirrored soul.
My flatness and my curve alike
a twinkling others see.
Radiant eyes that recognize
no color of their own.
Sound in every moment’s whisper
draws me to it in a naval roar.
I marvel at the people passing
pointing to a cow.
Exchange their wonder for
an empire state somehow.
Trading faceless cards
from bubblegum for unknown toys.
Girls and boys of flattered pasts
retain their souvenir retainers,
voiceless comments written on their treasured casts.
We have each others back my friends and I.
Less traveled is our path and all our roads.
No center for this circle
always monkey in the middle.
Forever our trick always the tick ..
of a bomb that never explodes.
We wash our hands twenty times a day
Singing Happy Birthday twice, all the way
Scrub down our whole home
Don gloves when we roam
Hoard TP in all colors except gray...
But now that's passe, it's masks we must wear
Some are elegant, though what do we care
Our fam'ly looks cool
At work and at school
My wife even gets wolf whistles and stares
Statements are the treats
To the spoken,
But to the intended;
They still might ill-treat.
The Dreamer still dreams-day dreams
To find his passion
In his day,
But realizes at nights
That he spends his time in nothingness.
The Merchant says,
Where and when forth you get me my love
There and then forth I make you not my slave
Where and when forth you get me my riches, I repeat
There and then forth I make you not my slave
Then forth I unscrew your bond
To me
A yearlong you have, to win your life
I won't spare it at all
After this epoch of a lifetime
On the day before his death
The Miser's eyes go bloody red
As red as the flaming fires
In the failure's junk bed
While he day-dreamed .......
on a soapbox
constantly yelling
black and white
statements concerning
what one should do
to be considered normal
became an unhealthy
ritual among the two
repellent souls brought
together by chance long
ago in a land far far away
The yellow metal
protecting the unborn
will catapult to outrageous heights.
*
Sky confronts the Mars
in improvisation. On earth,
the dead were lying side by side.
*
Ah, the mercy killing
of oneself. Out of compassion
or taking a revenge ?
Satish Verma