LEARNING IS LIFE

When words and actions are at odds: Limerick s A leader declared, "Fuel must be curbed!" But his trips, on screens, were quite superb. His followers blind, Left reason behind, While the gas tanks were clearly disturbed. ~*~ Keep leaders in your sight, Through mists of claim and might. With fearful lore, They rule and more, And keep their power tight.

Leadership Legitimacy: Creating and Thriving in Crisis   LIMERICKS  A leader with a worried frown, Cried, "Danger lurks all over town!" Then, "Follow me!" "For safety, see!" And all the sheep just waddled down. A ruler, quite keen with a flair, Made crises that filled up the air. With loud, smoky boasts, He'd silence the ghosts Of debts and of scandals laid bare. When crises loom, a leader's plea, "Just do as I say, trust in me!" With stern decree, They set you 'free,' To follow their commands, you see.

 Today's National Technology Day, May 11: Quintains on Special Days On days meant for true reform's decree, A show of "caring," for all eyes to see. With flags and with flair, A token affair, While problems stay stuck, as they used to be. A day for cause, once pure and bright, Now wears a sponsor's shiny light. With logos grand, And selling planned, Good works are just a brand, alright. Some days are made to cheer, But the powers that be hold dear. They're slick and they're neat, For profits they meet, And what's truly meant disappears.

POEM   A spark within, a thinking seed, Born to grow, to learn, to heed. Our minds, a river, wide and free, To shape a world for all to see. A thinking seed, inside us grows, Dynamic mind, where knowledge flows. Tends to learn and change, day by day, In its own curious, winding way. Markets' hand, a dimmed light, Shaping thoughts through darkest night. Behaviour becomes a tangled thread, From all we're told and all we've read. Controls on mind from elite streams, Whispers of imposed hopes and dreams. Desire's pull, a siren's call, Expectations rise and fall. Mis-education's a steady guide, Emotions surge, a restless tide. Through senses keen, markets we taste, Each input felt, no moment waste. So minds that soar, and seek the new, Are shaped by all the market through. Dance of elite and of the tame, Human mind made markets' game. What we are told, what we believe, The feelings that our hearts receive. The world outside, it shapes our view, Making old thought...

  Mother's Love A gentle hand, a steady gaze, Through stormy nights and sunlit days. Her heart, a calm and quiet space, Holds love for you with gentle grace. Her thoughts, like water, clear and bright, Reflect a pure and guiding light. She nurtures dreams, she soothes each fear, Her presence always, ever near. In her embrace, a truth you find, Life's deepest meaning, intertwined. A sacred gift, from skies above, This ever-present, holy love. Divine it is, this bond so true, This love that lives, dear mother, in you. So offer love, with all your might, And prove that love makes life so bright..

  An Ode to Mother on Mother's Day Oh, Mother, life's a wondrous art, A selfless angel in my heart. Your love, a gift that knows no end, On your nurturance, I depend. You are my haven, safe and warm and true, My inspiration, in all that I do. A guiding light, when shadows start to creep, My strength in trials, secrets that I keep. Your love, unspoken, etched within my soul, Nurturing spirit, making me feel whole. A tribute to your gentle, tender grace, Forever held within this hallowed space. Within my soul, your love does gleam, My constant truth, my waking dream!