Best Malfunctions Poems
Upon this world in centuries long past,
Dwelt in woodland glades and pastures fresh,
The spirit of Utopia was cast
By nymphs and faeries in their pristine flesh.
In innocence and truly wondrous ways,
Phantasms of delight would greet the dawn,
And gentle creatures thrived in ancient days,
The phoenix and the lamb and unicorn.
Yet tides would turn and slowly parasitic
Denizens of darkness trod the land,
With sterile minds, their trespass scientific,
Indoctrinating methods came to hand.
Cities sprang on barely distant plain,
Structures towered, spires of steel and glass,
Spreading like a cancer-ridden stain,
Eating each and every blade of grass.
Streets reflected harsh magnesium glare,
Pesticides produced with no delay,
The blackness of a future painted there
With creeping scents of graveyards and decay.
Concrete drowned Utopia to death
And dragged the dreams of legend down as well,
Mother Nature's lungs were starved of breath,
False paradise defined a living hell.
Yet gadgetry malfunctions to a halt
And science on it's own cannot set free,
The heart and soul of man by some default,
It never is enough nor will it be.
Soon nothing moves, a chill breeze starts to blow,
The things that once were great or so was said,
Are drenched in sheets of radioactive snow,
A mortuary world slabbed cold and dead.
What science could have rescued them from this,
What reason of the night seek to undo?
For when one looks into the dark abyss,
The dark abyss looks also into you.
Thus now the graveyard world collapses on,
With screams engulfed in falsified euphoria,
With hopes and dreams redundant, dead and gone,
Comes darkness, death, decay to Robotoria.
In life many are the races
For varying requirements to cater
Because of an undeniable fact
That different abilities people got
The capabilities differing even further
There are those who are too fast
They will sprint for a few seconds,
Then hold their breath in rest
They choose the 100 meters race
Others moderate but sure
They will take the 21km half marathon
Others less moderate but more certain
They will do the 42 km marathon?
What happens when one overestimates;
His speed and gets into the 100meters race?
His strength and joins the 21 km race?
His perseverance and joins the 42 km race?
But what happens when adrenalin malfunctions?
And one lies to himself that he’s an athlete
I would rather be sure am one
Then slow but sure do the 42 km marathon
Perhaps victory upon me would come, who knows?
If I'm to be the neck
you fit inside a noose,
then spin me up a soul.
When you can define it -
and find it -
you let me know.
Until then, Mother-Father
fix your own malfunctions.
This universe
is your slaughterhouse.
I just work here.
I praise God for modern telecommunications’ inventions
Making mankind benefit so well
But I feel bad, when in their vexing, “gobsmack” malfunctions
I become dysfunctional; thus, my exasperation-nerves swell!
I thank God for computer experts
For their good contributions, indeed numerous
Yet I got nervous when their genius alerts
Warn me of glitches’ “bamboozles” due to internet-driven virus!
I seek God for His enlightening wisdom
When confused with social media's bewildering entanglements
I’m sad though for those who abuse information-freedom
As they deny and neglect consequences of their engagements!
I pray to God to guard me from being deceitfully puzzled
With varied scams’ alluring appeal and financially enticing
By global transactions “gobsmacking” netizens to be wealth-dazzled
Using fake identities; yet others’ privacy --- compromising and exposing!
I trust God for His control midst “hacking” ventures
Of ill intentions, never amusing, to wreck information sites
Such are shocking “bamboozling” gestures
Dominated by selfishness-blights and greediness' heights!
I rely with faith as I rejoice* in God Who knows what’s best
Despite “gobsmack, bamboozle and confusion”-attacks…
To Him do I yield my questions for His great answers to the fullest
Since His omniscience subdues my doubts with His truth’s packs!
*1Chronicles 16:10 Glory ye in his holy name: let the heart of them rejoice that seek the LORD.
November 5, 2011
6/26/17
You don't want to be caught in the cross hairs
Realize that at times life is not fair
After having minimal guidance
I stood in pure silence
With very little thoughts of violence
While I was trying to understand the science
Nearby some oak and ecualapytus, the size of giants
I worked on my self-reliance
And a broken down appliance
That sat lifeless
Then followed through on any assignments
No desire to forfeit this
In the first stage of metamorphosis
During times of water shortages
Tired of all this boring stuff
But I'm just warming up
From morning past dusk
Power outages and interruptions
Technical difficulties and malfunctions
Across all junctions
And near any ships intact or sunken
It either went with or against custom
In a world full of power and corruption
Don't count your chickens before they hatch
And expect it all to last
Especially if you didn't study up on all the facts
They say lose lips
Sink ships
Even cruise ships
And any big fish
I help up my two fists
But didn't expect anyone to dig this
Even though this all has been true ****
For many, it always made them think a bit
I try to make it all worthwhile
So we can see the people on Earth smile
Except for any that try to hurt a child
My style is compiled
From all the traveled miles
Even though it's still rather wild
Life, nothing short of miraculous
Above and below buried and unearthed amethyst
Near and far from fields growing radishes
Among objects moving or inanimate
Like a mannequin
You can hear the sounds of an occasional ambulance
Whether or not involving, accidents or something scandalous
Some of which occured over, cannabis and short-handedness
Cause minimal to much damages
Close to and beyond any contaminants
As well as inhabitants
It all couldn't be unanimous
And this is far from my final analysis
There was an old tranny named Joe
who dressed as a nun and a who',
both sides of the Bible,
both sacred and tribal,
he didn't know which way to go!
This is not just a poem
but more of a point of view.
So, go ahead and nod
when you hear something
that rings true.
You've always wanted
to call the fashion police.
Now you can!
When your shocked
by what you see.
So many things come to mind,
people post them on Facebook
all the time.
Wearing things that are
to short, to tight
just don't look right.
Showing all their ignorance.
Dial 1-800 take that off.
For those who don't know how to dress,
for the ladies wearing much to less.
Those who should be a shamed.
When poor choice and bad taste
are not to blame.
The Fashion Police
are there to enforce good taste.
Empowered by fashion experts
and your personal opinion.
There motto is
Just because it comes in your size
don't mean you should wear it.
We've all seen it before,
things that should be left in the store.
Dial 1-800 take that off
The Fashion Police have the powers to
capture, arrest and re-dress offenders on sight.
Any one, any time, day or night.
The Fashion Police!
Will charge those who let them
come outside the house looking like that.
With conspiracy to commit embarrassment.
Call the fashion police
for cases of fashion disasters.
For old people who dare to go bare.
To help those with
wardrobe malfunctions.
For people who don't know
their wardrobe is
Out of style and tacky.
When needed the Fashion Police
can call on their Swat team.
To deal with bad hair cuts or hair do's
and ugly tattoos.
For needed closet raids
confiscating retro and throw backs.
First time offenders are sentence to
Retail Rehab and retail therapy.
There was an old tranny named Joe
who dressed as a nun and a ho',
both sides of the Bible,
both sacred and tribal,
he didn't know which way to go!
Cold dawns and extremely chilly dusks
moving clouds stroll down very close to the Earth
vision blurred by dry mist
while humidity is tied in season’s personal polythene bag.
Air becomes a skeleton- ripped of its flesh
pain sensation, so active in a full time job
dry skins stay casualties to deformed flexibility
as they suffer a timely betrayal from an expected weather.
Evenings are blessed with romantic temperatures
even carrying along a windy followership
but always attach themselves to an ulterior motive
to stimulate a kind embrace and cause bodily malfunctions.
A period uniquely tropical
a season attracted to dry inlands and deserts
fully starting from the twelfth month to last seventy five days
sums up to be a mixed character of a major two;
as cold as the rainy days and as dry as the sunny ones.
he was making so much turbulence
that he needed windbreaker trousers
his farting more than gas from cheeks
but a fluid blown attack on decency
and common sense in torrential times
full of ..it he let go off all inhibition
and called himself the master of buzz
rose in the polls floated on hot air
mixed with the debris of foul thoughts
but no sweet talking diluted the fact
that indigestion or flatulence amounted to
piles of insufferable hatred and contempt
and the dung heap of his rancid utterances
were never far from the bum end of reason
semantics may cover up irritating smells
rhetoric designs unpalatable euphemisms
distinguished figures of speech propaganda
pretend to be perfume instead of vile stench
but ablutions in dereliction of dubious duty
corrupt even the meaning of four-letter words
when the revolution came and solid walls
of social injustice were filled with excrement
racist homophobic sexist slurs and other
malfunctions of power and marginalization
they gave him the benefit of benevolent doubt
inserted a plug into his mouth and his anus
gave him gloves loo roll and disinfectant
made him a senior lavatory attendant and
the chance for redemption as sluice sink
for his and his followers’ self-righteous stench
when conscience becomes one major fart
a diet of reason and equity will rebalance
who is the latrine and who cleans the mess
29th September 2021
Battlefields littered with energies spent
erode the code that once held all firm
as spies disguise to resurrect consent
under malformed skies pacing out a term
transcendent in treacherous manifests
insidious to stave osmosis pure
from organic elements as protests
isolate issue from health to ensure
commonality malfunctions as cells
atomically unravel from function
towards black science sigils unleashing spells
infertile to force our grim injunction
oblong in consumptive revelation
nefarious to plot such stagnation.
The Sovereign Creator is pleased with helpful modern inventions
Making mankind benefit from telecommunications so well
But for sure, He feels bad when in their vexing malfunctions
Email users in their exasperation feel their brain-nerves swell!
The Perfect Designer commends responsible computer experts
For their good contributions, indeed numerous
Yet He admonishes those geniuses to be accountable in giving alerts
Warning people about internet-driven virus!
Thus, I seek God for His wisdom
When confused with social media's bewildering entanglements
I’m sad though for those who abuse information-freedom
As they deny and neglect consequences of their engagements!
Likewise, I avoid being deceitfully puzzled
By varied scams’ alluring appeal and financially enticing
Thru global “get-rich-quick” transactions for netizens to be wealth-dazzled
Using fake identities; yet others’ privacy --- compromising and exposing!
I do trust* God to prevail over “hacking” ventures
Of ill intentions, never amusing, to wreck information sites
Such are shocking inhumane gestures
Dominated by selfishness-blights and greediness' heights!
Hence, I rely in God with faith Who knows what’s best
For my communication partnerships despite websites' criticism-attacks…
To the Lord do I yield my questions for His great answers to the fullest
Since His omniscience subdues my doubts with His truth’s packs!
*Psalm 118:8 It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man.
April 16, 2019
Edited on June 15, 2020
"Gotta go " Shared my world with you
I let you see the world through my peepers.
I shouted out what I saw-reported what
I heard in my own words-from my world.
Even death ears- became unplugged
I shared the love and the malfunctions.
Ask you to meet me at the junction
I hand you the in scripted prescription
"Gotta go" -- It's time.
Leaving my legacy behind
Chew on it. reflect-on what I've left
Remember me, for what’s been said.
Moving on: This phase complete
it's who I am-I now,
am leaving you in your world.
Do what you need to do;
To review-Be true-to self.
Take it for what it is worth
Encompass the earth-
Let your world be voiced
Let your world be realized.
Be real, and never conceal;
Tell the tales of what you see,
Let passion be your choice
until our realities-become as one voice.
I got to go before the sunsets.
I never waddle in my regrets
My words were meant
To make you wise to what I see!
So, open your eyes-Suffice is the
righteous spit-Expressed with true wit.
Carry me with you when we split
Still we function amongst the ill-legit.
I have my half-Let’s Join; Emerging as one.
Merging two worlds again-
Poetry converging on souls, I urge you;
To meet me at the junction.
Following my hearts instruction
Where my truth leads, I must go.
Staid long enough for you to-find me, and
Love me -But for now, I " GOTTA GO"!
Sunburn
They muted us with
a poisonous smile
and political power.
Then they beheaded
our hills, massacred
trees, buried ponds…
We mistook their new
concrete buildings
for development.
They sit in the chill
of a/c rooms with
prostitutes. Venom
from their deeds’
fangs affects the
earth’s organs.
Climate malfunctions.
Embryo of rain dies
in the womb of cloud.
Sand suffers from
dehydration. These
red wild blossoms
are nature’s fury,
burning bright on
the branches. This
isn’t sunlight, but a
pyre. Life’s wings
are being burnt.
Butterflies don’t
decorate plants.
Flowers are like
breasts of silent
starving women.
Even a tough crow
doesn’t dare to fly.
A poor peasant
falls down, thrust
with sun’s arrows,
in his field of parched
dreams. Sunburn is
our annihilation’s
developmental stage.
I ran than jumped high
into the upper atmosphere
like a young frisky
buck naked and bare
no matter weight of world
and personal woes oppressive,
yours truly shrugged,
(she loves you yea... yea... yea...
think Atlas) "faking" without care
free, able, ready, and
willing to dare
daubing metrical feet into stream
of consciousness (think)
metaphorical earthenware
placid figurative smooth as glassware
reflecting mine mien
mean disheveled hare
reed state of body,
mind and spirit long
acclimated, accompanied,
and accustomed
with mental, physical,
and spiritual malfunctions
ever since birth,
(or even in utero), where
biological mutations did interfere
easily availing self
as token "scapegoat
school kids did taunt and jeer
futilely screeching nonetheless
targeted and doomed killdeer
lamely seeking safety, albeit laughable
pencil necked geek longhair
donned as outdated "hippie"
lame excuse for cheesy mouseketeer
every day of younglife (mine) wanted
me "mommy dearest" near,
cuz yours truly
felt like kin outlier
one lonely human
being within alienation
forever seeking salvation
courtesy wing and prayer
ill fitting analogous to round hole
raised to accept unconventional
credo, gospel (according
to Matthew) mores as quare
figurative peg thus revere
ring boyhood, because
growing up scare
re: especially as
undersized withdrawn tear
huff eyed little lad.