Sunday, May 31, 2020
SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp (They come in many forms)
SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp (They come in many forms): Another poem that seems too close to the present ................ ................ Oh undigni...
Twerp (They come in many forms)
Another poem that seems too close to the present
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Oh undignified twerp of yesterday,
On the short air train ride, how did your day go?
I signify you, for a short blerb,
Did you feel too important,
As you huffed and swiped the crumb of paper,
Some one's reminder , left , lost to the heaps ,
To trash is its future, laid waste , a reminder , perhaps
Of a delta flight taken, a piece to board and seat,
Weary traveler long gone, his reminder left,
Yet you swiped it at me ,
Your entitled huff says it all ....
In your head disdain , you see an immigrant,
In it you see Black or Hispanic,none else blind as you are
You can't even read people or know countries,
Limited , almost dumb, is how I see you .
Yet you see not, nor look ...
Your whiteness you forget is just a few genes coding ,
Melanine it seems , you go back to serve and greet,
Again a few passengers on yet another flight...
A captain you are not , not even a supervisor ....
Did you see the Korean couple snicker at your haughty ways?
Guess not ... too important in a small swelling in your brain,
You do not see, just resent and fume,
Swelling of entitled self, with not even ample melanine in you...
Oh you insignificant twerp , with stripe of cabin crew ,
Donned just in your epidermis, you seethe every day, oh you twerp...
( poem by Pc-3, 10/21/18)
addendum
Oh insignificant twerps, what you donn differ, the insides all stay
Your swelled brain can't heed , the call to compassion,
No , the lack can never gain, lacks all, all around you,
Lack in melanine, lack in humanity,lack of all that is worth of soul,
With no soul you are no human, you breathe just hate,
With no soul, no sight ...life wasted in shape of human , oh twerps,
God weeps again for just the leaves and the wind hears it ,
With our sighs and tears the wind bears it all....
(poem by Pc-3, 05/30/2020)
................ ................
Oh undignified twerp of yesterday,
On the short air train ride, how did your day go?
I signify you, for a short blerb,
Did you feel too important,
As you huffed and swiped the crumb of paper,
Some one's reminder , left , lost to the heaps ,
To trash is its future, laid waste , a reminder , perhaps
Of a delta flight taken, a piece to board and seat,
Weary traveler long gone, his reminder left,
Yet you swiped it at me ,
Your entitled huff says it all ....
In your head disdain , you see an immigrant,
In it you see Black or Hispanic,none else blind as you are
You can't even read people or know countries,
Limited , almost dumb, is how I see you .
Yet you see not, nor look ...
Your whiteness you forget is just a few genes coding ,
Melanine it seems , you go back to serve and greet,
Again a few passengers on yet another flight...
A captain you are not , not even a supervisor ....
Did you see the Korean couple snicker at your haughty ways?
Guess not ... too important in a small swelling in your brain,
You do not see, just resent and fume,
Swelling of entitled self, with not even ample melanine in you...
Oh you insignificant twerp , with stripe of cabin crew ,
Donned just in your epidermis, you seethe every day, oh you twerp...
( poem by Pc-3, 10/21/18)
addendum
Oh insignificant twerps, what you donn differ, the insides all stay
Your swelled brain can't heed , the call to compassion,
No , the lack can never gain, lacks all, all around you,
Lack in melanine, lack in humanity,lack of all that is worth of soul,
With no soul you are no human, you breathe just hate,
With no soul, no sight ...life wasted in shape of human , oh twerps,
God weeps again for just the leaves and the wind hears it ,
With our sighs and tears the wind bears it all....
(poem by Pc-3, 05/30/2020)
Sunday, May 24, 2020
SPRKS IN CSF: In the present times ...
SPRKS IN CSF: In the present times ...: An old post , if changed to another current one , could still be apt for the times . My prayers and sympathies are with all those who suff...
In the present times ...
An old post , if changed to another current one , could still be apt for the times .
My prayers and sympathies are with all those who suffer, sick and the dying and those who care for them ...
In times when compassion seems to be lost in the face of greed , it is hard to not go back to past thoughts and to review life's many events and what shaped us through time .
Hence i am re-posting this
Ebola on our shores
One of the books I read as a child had a title akin to" myths and legends of the land". There is a story in the book about small pox- about goddess small pox; an angry narcissistic demanding goddess,(almost like the NRA) especially wrath-ful if she is not venerated enough... So she throws her deadly garland from the sky to fall on the rational nonbeliever who repents in his delirium , is how I think the story went, or could be how I read it...
When I first saw the picture of the Ebola virus, I thought of the garland, the deadly garland., I guess the difference being whether a DNA virus or an RNA virus.
Now that the garland has fallen to us, I wonder how it is going to evolve.
There are a few scenarios that play in my mind. In the ideal world scenario, every person has a conscience and is compassionate to others. So each contact self isolates , informs their doctor( who is competent and dedicated) , who then gets the systems(also well thought out and competent) and protocols moving, and all get treated well and equally, with dignity and care despite their color , creed , gender or financial status. But this is America, not Utopia, so.... may be that explains gun toting guards and not appropriate containment measures at the origination site.......
In our multi-layered communities and in the face of the stratified health care system , there is the need for a re-adjustment of conscience and care to contain this Ebola garland. In our health care system , a wonderfully nuanced and mostly invisibly stratified one, there are various ways this will all play out, even as the media ladles out its share of fear or misplaced security , with a dash of venom here and dash of disdain there...
The invisible and at times visible stratification of care is so great that, the ' who, where and what' matters the most- who is the patient,where are you at, what is the extent of your knowledge in health matters, who decides for your care, who sitting at a phone or computer screen decides to approve or deny your care, who stands to gain(not health wise but financially -of course) etc.
I have to say one is lucky if one has a competent team caring for you and the insurance god has mercy- that is where it all depends...
So when all is divyed up and the mistakes covered up, those that is not covered up exposed and executed in public by the media, the Ebola garland would have already gifted itself to many, some through sheer incompetence, but most through lack of compassionate care in this healthcare market, where the patient is always the forgotten one (or in this case the targeted one)... May be , just may be, this will make the health system to correct itself, may be this will awken the compassion, 'the do no harm' tenet - oh just a 'may be' that I dream for ,watching waste of resources poured into the wrong end of things every day in the health care land...ah the 'may be's....
My prayers and sympathies are with all those who suffer, sick and the dying and those who care for them ...
In times when compassion seems to be lost in the face of greed , it is hard to not go back to past thoughts and to review life's many events and what shaped us through time .
Hence i am re-posting this
Ebola on our shores
One of the books I read as a child had a title akin to" myths and legends of the land". There is a story in the book about small pox- about goddess small pox; an angry narcissistic demanding goddess,(almost like the NRA) especially wrath-ful if she is not venerated enough... So she throws her deadly garland from the sky to fall on the rational nonbeliever who repents in his delirium , is how I think the story went, or could be how I read it...
When I first saw the picture of the Ebola virus, I thought of the garland, the deadly garland., I guess the difference being whether a DNA virus or an RNA virus.
Now that the garland has fallen to us, I wonder how it is going to evolve.
There are a few scenarios that play in my mind. In the ideal world scenario, every person has a conscience and is compassionate to others. So each contact self isolates , informs their doctor( who is competent and dedicated) , who then gets the systems(also well thought out and competent) and protocols moving, and all get treated well and equally, with dignity and care despite their color , creed , gender or financial status. But this is America, not Utopia, so.... may be that explains gun toting guards and not appropriate containment measures at the origination site.......
In our multi-layered communities and in the face of the stratified health care system , there is the need for a re-adjustment of conscience and care to contain this Ebola garland. In our health care system , a wonderfully nuanced and mostly invisibly stratified one, there are various ways this will all play out, even as the media ladles out its share of fear or misplaced security , with a dash of venom here and dash of disdain there...
The invisible and at times visible stratification of care is so great that, the ' who, where and what' matters the most- who is the patient,where are you at, what is the extent of your knowledge in health matters, who decides for your care, who sitting at a phone or computer screen decides to approve or deny your care, who stands to gain(not health wise but financially -of course) etc.
I have to say one is lucky if one has a competent team caring for you and the insurance god has mercy- that is where it all depends...
So when all is divyed up and the mistakes covered up, those that is not covered up exposed and executed in public by the media, the Ebola garland would have already gifted itself to many, some through sheer incompetence, but most through lack of compassionate care in this healthcare market, where the patient is always the forgotten one (or in this case the targeted one)... May be , just may be, this will make the health system to correct itself, may be this will awken the compassion, 'the do no harm' tenet - oh just a 'may be' that I dream for ,watching waste of resources poured into the wrong end of things every day in the health care land...ah the 'may be's....
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