Poem for 2011-04-12

Idiocracy

Waiting for an effect,

upon the things we DO control

as if magic rules.

I live in a land where idiots rule.

Off the cuff, and without competence

they do not do.

So, this is the rule and

I abide the idiocracy.

-r.c.

My Recent Comment at SBM

Regarding NCCAM

“These are the scatologisms of the Medship Enterpoop (NCC-AMrrhoid)

whose five-year mission is to seek out new life-force and

new chi-vilizations, and to boldly wallow in the knowledge detritus

we excreted in the past.”

-r.c.

Another 2011-01-30 Poem

January

As I argue logically,
Of a confined column or tract.

It is relieving,
to freely associate,
in haphazard fits.

Many options are not
presently on the table.

As the world has frozen,
our paths are few.

But they exist in mind.

A Poem For 2011-01-30

Laterality

Hey, I put something UP.

You may like it, if you are of the OBVIOUS mannerism that I belong too.

Of course, if you are a [and I'm sure many will regal in this irony] a naturopath now my supervisor…

You may as many have stated to me but I refuse to comment upon, steal material from me…literally, like the recent TTC course transcript material stolen out of my mailbox from me at work…

Be unhappy.

It doesn’t mean you are right, and the low-road is of course [literally] unethical…

But, as we have little recourse being that we are not going to disclose the contents of the NANNY CAM currently…

Cushla ma crae.

[some random thoughts from the week, strung together as if they logically flow!]

A Poem For 2011-01-20

The Freedom of Choice

When I’m told that “this is what you are.”

I rebel.

My word may have associations with the past.

But, like a buffet,

what I mean is solely what is on the plate,

apart for the context of origin.

So, when I state that I admire the words

of a song written by long-dead progressivists

of another time, I may not share their context.

But, regarding the words I mention,

I share their sentiments.

-r.c.

A Poem for 2010-11-05

Justice

Is too grandiose for me:
It may be when small wrongs are righted also,
Not just when despots get their due.

It’s too far away for me:
But, something as simple as what I did today,
Could suffice.

-r.c.

A Poem for 2010-11-01

Grand Old Piety

It’s that hatred of excellence
that strikes me today,
seems now the American way.

Blustering emptiness,
eager to lead, offering
wanton mediocrity as the antidote.

Elitism accusations
cloaking a dunderheaded piety
that is not this American’s way.

-r.c.