Eyes only on the bottom-line
we seek to build, but not refine
for profit’s sake, we play with lives
with silicon brains, traces, and wires
we’ve lost the art of doing well
for dollars do we deal with hell
tomorrows children will forever pay
for the choices that we make today
© L. Rose (2/27/17)
Originally written in response to self-driving cars, I am now thinking about
Net Neutrality and the pending Sinclair and Tribune merger (MB Docket 17-179). Net Neutrality is a good thing for consumers – Getting rid of it, or changing it is a good thing for profit mongers. The Sinclair deal going through would allow the company an unfair monopoly over broadcast networks and give their agenda a majority exposure to U.S. Homes.
To learn more oppose the Sinclair/Tribune merger
Sinclair and Tribune, MB Docket 17-179 – locate and click on + Express link
To learn more about Net Neturality
from the FCC’s perspective (read carefully, and read between the lines – you’ve got to do your homework on this)
Scritch, scratch by faint candle light,
deep and long into the night –
a man sits down and begins to write –
a new country is born.
Scratch, splotch, by dim light’s glow,
the words, ideas, and the fanfare grows.
On a page are scrawled a nations notes
and an anthem’s scored.
Scritch, drip, by sun’s bright shine,
we feel the love from a dreamer’s rhyme,
recorded carefully line by line,
penned on a summer morn.
Scratch and scratch, by the warm hearth fire
a man is hunched, over words inspired,
which live and breathe thru the test of time
and Juliet we mourn.
Scritch, and scratch, while cannons rage,
in a modest room, words across a page,
a thoughtful man frees a race of slaves
and ends a violent war.
© L. Rose
Daily Prompt: Quill
The words are only words.
Only fools love the words.
What counts is the heart and soul
The words are one of many means
to get your heart across.
You must learn to find the heart
behind the words.
© L. Rose
(Photo by Linda Rose)
Photo by Linda Rose
Looking for a sunny day
amidst the drops of rain.
I know the sun shines brightly
above the clouds of gray.
So let it burn and break through,
and woosh the clouds away,
if only for a moment;
give me just one day.
It’s not the rain I mind at all;
it’s the volume and the gray.
Amidst these drops of rain I see,
I crave a sunny day.
© L. Rose
Daily Prompt: Sunny
life sucks sometimes, and the music stops
the flow slows and sludges like tar
and blood pounds and throbs in the ear
the eyes and ears search for – something Continue reading
Photo by Linda Rose Memorial Day – 2017
There’s no cure for the sorrow
That war puts upon
The family, the soldier
The lover, the young
Oh, I sing of the sad ones who wander around
That’s me there –
in the hallway –
hands in my pockets, I make myself small.
My eyes to the floor,
I weave my way class-ward Continue reading
great sturgeon swims by;
sitting on the rivers side,
we watch in silence
© L. Rose
Out the window
World is a tiny place
All of the boundaries disappear
Now we are above the clouds
pain and confusion
had to be left behind