To all the Larries of the world
the Joes, the Jims, the Steves
A shout out, much respect, you have unfurled.
First create a mash, an aggregated stash
Cross Domain platforms , the blurring of silo edges,
Intra department rivalries have no place in Klaatus world
Create a mash-up , shut up and draw
Do not swallow your own FUD in AAker’s brand indentity trap
Cognitive Bias leads to agency conflict
Ignore the little guys who bond in dorms at your peril,
Statistically the young still have more time than the boomers
to adapt , to change, to nurture the trees that stood for 300 million years
Congratulations, you got some money
Enjoy the lunch, the San Fransisco strip pubs, attention
Working furiously as the launch date approaches
Dont leave your prototype when you schmooze
remember your hommies and bro
Nice people last nice products have faltered
Everyone hates pompous software marketing
Create a hash tag in your blog
make title tag both tweet optimized and web search crawl able
If you are good to the search engine
It being fair will reward you well
On the internet phonies don’t last except in bubbles
When the economy is down is a good time to hire top talent at negotiable rates
When the economy is up is a good time to move from naive sales forecast models
The ego of the CEO is less valuable than the death of an elephant
Elephants dont dance but peacocks do
Use Fear Doubt Uncertainty selectively
Karma revolves FUD PIE on your face
be generous to schools you didnt study in
The poor have a right to college in India and China
Your medicine costs 1/10 th in Asia
Outsource but dont betray your nation
Outsource everything except your pride
Enjoy the show, welcome to the ride
IN HONOR OF HIS MUSIC and the release of This Is It A RE HASH POEM I WROTE WHEN MICHAEL JACKSON died but His music lived on.
Goodbye King of Pop Adios
An entertainer’s entertaining has come to stop
Moonwalking gloved and much beloved
Band of brothers 5 and Janet’s too
Dad of three and Husband of Two
Thriller was off the wall
Music Videos were so addictive
Almost Dangerous and Bad
Almost making Unbreakable History
Before fading sudden and plasticly aging
papparazi and unproven dark shadows chasing
Well then Mr.death is the only cure
To the fishbowl we the world,
we put you in
hoping for one last toe straight spin
Knowing Michael , Entertain heaven above
Pearly gates await the one with white glove
Duet with Elvis and dance with Diana
Be a kid like the way you always wanna
Here is a very amusing site where bunch of hackers discuss black hat techniques to game social media- they meet in the MJ website. LOL
Thats actually the official MJ website. (also see my Poem on MJ at
But back to the funny twitter gamers
MICHAEL JACKSON YOU ARE OVER THE STATUS UPDATE LIMIT. PLEASE WAIT A FEW HOURS AND TRY AGAIN.
you may experience a black day
out of the blue
your plans and your blueprint will falter
your blue blood is no longer a guarantee
for continued red carpets and
being born to the purple no cure
to never feeling blue
you may blanche,turn pale, show a yellow liver,
you may be caught in an area so grey,
your face grows red in surprise,
your friends declare you a white elephant,
your friendship terminated without a pink slip,
a black sheep, with the balance sheet in red
wait till it snows
for white Christmas to come
for the white lies to fade
soon spring will be here
greener pastures, still waters beckon
to a world of color not just black and white.
if I could just shut my eyes tight
escape the world for a while I might
me and my divorced reality
enhanced by enfeebled diminished mortality
must come to terms with this news
having played my cards I accept and lose
surrender asunder to all those events
over whom i have no power to peruse
take a gun and shoot me in the head
watch me twitch until I am dead
perhaps that would gladden those estranged
historical affection now much deranged
melancholy I must reminiscence I will
to sleep perchance one more pop a pill
- Divorces rise as taboo falls in urbanizing India (seattletimes.nwsource.com)
Your emerald eyes,
Like dewdrops glistening on green grass.
The shine in them,
Is like the twinkling of the stars.
You’re ivory skin,
Reminds me of the moonlight.
Like a gorgeous lily
Colored in silvery white.
Your sunkissed hair,
Blowing gently in the breeze.
I do not look long,
My breath may freeze.
You’re sideways glance,
As sharp as a knife.
Like a Greek goddess or a marble sculpture,
Brought to life.
Your poise, your grace,
Your beauty brings out,
The poet within.
The tinkle of your soft voice remains in my ears,
Long after you are long gone.
Your memory drives me crazy,
Makes me want to break out in a song.
Alas, my dear
I am in love with your beauty
But not with you.
This sounds like an obsession,
For this love is not true.
I am a passionate man,
With much passion to spare.
As soon as you leave my thoughts,
Someone else is already there.
- A poem: Confessions of a Lover (soliloquoywhisper.wordpress.com)
- Rumi Poems (yilmazalimoglu.com)
- Poem about Wheelbarrow of the World (fmpoetry.wordpress.com)
- ‘Eurydice’ Emerges From Darkness (3quarksdaily.com)
- Poem-a-day #7 (yearofthebooks.wordpress.com)
- Rust, Pain, Beauty and Time (hokku.wordpress.com)
- Personal Note: On Audrey Hepburn’s Poem ‘beauty tips’ (marylouisewehunt.wordpress.com)
- Poem: Layla and Majnun (yilmazalimoglu.com)
- 10 minute poem (dulcedolce.wordpress.com)
- “April Is National Poetry Month” and related posts (thencbla.blogspot.com)