Best Plunderers Poems
She has a pair of subtle eyes to brood in forlorn,
the vile tale of heart rending cacophonic dissolution.
Those eyes were meek, never crude
to yearn the ties of proximity longed!
Those meek adorable eyes have endured
the absolute phases of reckless decimation:
have witnessed the brutal armageddon
of its plunderers desolation,
who have thwarted her genial expectations!
She has those mystic musing eyes
to impulse in pensive disposition,
an amiable abode of assured assertion,
to recreate the invisible affable bonding of elation;
a placid reciprocating ambience of virtuous relation:
has flair for the protection, the care, the infallible affection,
despite, those hands' propensity for imprudent desolation!
Those pair of sober eyes longed to thrive in composure and attention; in delectation,never in aversion!
Oh! what a horrific sight, with the axes in the hands,
the slayers and usurpers of its tranquil serenity
are waiting like sordid savages for her dire extinction!
Her latent moistened eyes are witnessing the march of those executioners:
are sobbing in utter horror and dismay,
cursing and shrieking quietly her non kinetic endeavours,
to conserve the sacred entity in virgin forests; pristine,
from the unscrupulous callous ventures of the predators.
She has those whimpering eyes to foresight;
to remind the dire repercussions
of dereliction of reckless deviations;
Are wailing and mourning in utter seclusion,
the ceaseless thumps of the usurpers' annihilation.
Those Pair of Latent Eyes are Nature's Eyes, neither vague, nor obscured:
silently screeching and watching,
the relentless heedless ravagers' devastations,
Not yet any restoration, despite beseeching imploration,
needless to predict, will reveal in various manifestations!
Slenderly community
The land of sobers
Enough for plunderers
Ground of Ivory
Home of diamond and gold
Is now Magufulized
No more embezzling
Lazy are working
Respecting their roles
No more liquoring
This is the land
We all dreamed by
Reviving the airline
Is the biggest witchcraft
7 wings were booked
5 have already landed
I enjoyed several trips
It is a miracle that exist!
The giant is shining
Suffocating capitalist
As much as fraudulent
For they are terribly squeezed
In jail cell like shanties
For they lacked patriotism
By smuggling national cake
Go Magu, go!
Dig down to their pockets
Suffocate them deeply
Till dehydrated completely
Do more, do!
Open the roads for business to grow
Build flyover for traffic to perish
Construct SGR for easy transportation
Do the stieglers to boost economy
Our thumbs are yours 2020
For ant corrupt Tanzania
GOODLUCK
Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll,
Our feeble lord enforced by pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes)
On congruent grounds of pain we forced him, though we hated his coterie.
Disappointed, we wail waiting surrogate to lead to unending journey of relief
Lackluster, jejune as pervading rot lingers
Unvaried captain rocks our boat, gagged around by plunderers.
Circles of death, twinge, pauperdom and miseries mocks the reign of naivety.
Kleptocrat adorn self in regalia, loved the honor. lacks duty
EBELE
Embezzlers of collective trust bequeathed in hope,
Bandits as conniving ministers besmirched our obtuse scamp
Egregious, craven, shrieked at the sound of war (I am not a lion)
Laggard lumper loon left fanatical murderers at our doorsteps
Encumbrances from his delinquent clan divide the love for mother land
DAME
Damp squib's duchess of indecent tongue, never feels a vestige of restraint
Academic 'double misnomer' with licence to libel,
Merriment and intrigue feigned as obligations,
Edgy. encumbrance though ceaselessness forms their amity.
PATIENCE
Punk pretending and purloining to private vaults
Adventurous nerve for futile globe trot
Twitchy at the affairs of state, though Unemployed by sensible Poll
Intoxicated by serendipity, shaming all with activity
Euphemistic drama Usurps Scrappy literacy on cultured observers
Crude verbiages to amuse myriad of eggheads (my Fellow widows)
Encomium of Yesterday's approval turned sour and Tsar inept mode prevails
Jokers jostled in enthusiasm to rule, (politicking for 2015)
Onslaught from 'Boko-Haram' drove sleep from wearied countrymen
Numbed as "hoipolloi" echoed NO to mistimed removal,
Alas, the fraud, rapscallion looted the poor to a blindfold
Tyrannic cloaked his garb in power busted on the streets with the troop
Higgledy-piggledy bugled the travesty of Democracy
Amidst the rubble of a crumbling amalgam
Nigerian Lords watched the drama secured among a troop we die helpless
cellophane world...
procuring accouterment
of this and that from hither and thither
the consumeristic narcotic
rages through our pulsing veins
as we desperately try to pull on the ever-loosening reins
growing up all those years ago was easier, I do confess
with hardly a hint of all this materialistic excess
for money was tight
but the values and principles instilled in us were right
values to cherish the human-ness of all
the simple pleasures of this life
beyond the haute-couture and glittering flim-flam
for what is all this
if not a carefully constructed sham
so as I walk along the aisles today
I cringe at the so much designed for the so few
while the multitudes of the teeming people
stand at the wayside
disconsolately deafened by the tolling bells of the steeple
and yet...
there must be a better, less ostentatious way
to live and love and cherish and embrace
each other, distanced from the plastic fakery that we witness each and every day
for the truth that rages deep within every heart
yearns for a coming together of souls
a bounteous celebration of togetherness, a simple bond
of people sharing those intrinsic values
of
love
compassion
comfort
these are the simple yet ever-so elusive desires buried within each and every heart of ours
while we scurry around like giddy inebriated plunderers
innured to the passing of the moments and months and weeks and hours
so
could it be too much to call for restraint
to merely sit back for some time and quietly reflect
on
what is true
and
on what is the essence of being alive
in this glittering mirage that is the place
this world
this fairground of tricks and of treats and of designer labels and the branded name-tag
that mutilates our spirit while our shopping bags sag
maybe
we will then see that the truth is so much simpler
to love and be loved for who one truly is
for to be simply human
is what we desperately miss...
When we start off
one rarely realizes
all the true scientific
downstream consequences
of our original acts
When we hear the key
click in the car's ignition
we know it revs up
the entirety of the
auto industry complex
When we go out
to the grocery and
we pick up dozens
of pretty plastic packages
this vaults the massive
merchandise market forward
When deniers proudly posit
Climate Change is cyclical
and can correct itself
then they claim that only
they see absolute answers
proofs of holy writs and works
just as science seems so
godless in their minds
When each misguided decision
begets further derision
begging rationalized conclusions
bringing on dire resolutions
When denial shrewdly spreads
it tortures the truth
basic beliefs get gleefully tossed
so human is our concern
we truly never do learn
that denial can be final
When intellectual infractions
can't weather weak actions
are actually appalling
to the masses befalling
those who huddle and muddle
trembling in their fears
When plunderers are parading
as species are fading
while insidiously invading
our innocence ever near
When putting denial on trial
cautious whispers little hissings
crossing corridors of debate
truth continually comes too late
a well-hidden worn word
is the one least often heard
hence hard logic gets slurred
woefully ends in the absurd
Who Is Your Neighbour
Who is your neighbour?
Hey! You must be joking!
The kennel on my right for
My bulldog my bully to rip down my door.
The barn of cows mooing on my left keep
My kitchen replenished with daily deliverance.
A tumbled down house I see afar
Knock-knock! Is anyone in?
Squealing fat mice tear down my legs
Thieves! Plunderers! In the name of a Neighbour!
September 9, 2015
Competition: Who Is Your Neighbour
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
WROTE A BUJA...
A buja wrote a song
it rubbed the who in power
the wrong way...
to the slammer bujas..
committed himself
self imposed insanity....
Called his government plunderers
stealing from the poor mans pockets
the system turned on the heat....
and our young bujas -
declared himself mentally insane...
committing himself to the loony bin...
The young musician
gave them people good advice
...its hard to get a good advice,
while lacking in cash or scandals....
and scandal-ed he was
and advice we got...utawala
the Rule of the elites..
Lewis k Nyaga
Voting With One's Feet
(American Peace Corps Volunteers)
Let me sing the 'American Peace Corps,'
Its heart for so much of the world
Though by governments youth are exploited,
There brotherhood's flag flapped unfurled.
Some who served on return would get drafted,
And died, as they fought in war's haze,
But now motives of nations got questioned,
This labor of love, I give praise.
They built roads, served as teachers, forged friendships,
Malaria fought (a good war?),
Served as lawyers, brought justice to nations
Held hostage to greed, drought, and more!
Sons and daughters of poor 'ARE' the US,
They walk, swim, and dream their success,
Don't just labor to seek self-advantage,
Would soothe where the rich serve duress.
Clear the way for tomorrow's best future,
You plunderers, rapists of land,
If it turns out you wind up in prison,
May Nation's heart, Love be our stand!
As we vote with our feet to serve brothers,
Let's honor their trek to our shores,
And as Science, as Justice raise all boats,
New privilege help them forge oars!
Brian Johnston
5th of August 2018
Poet's Notes:
I served in Tanzania from 1964-1966 and in Malaysia from 1970-1972.
I hope that I did some good in both places but know that I was a clear
winner in this exchange. I was 1Y during the Vietnam War but had
several friends that sadly died there or were gravely wounded.
My tendon's note
bends downhearted;
fleshy, wincing anguish
perforates with whelps
stippled by fiery ferocity and
tempered grief.
Atoms collide
without regret;
cunning, backdoor reptiles
pick the star gate lock
fostered on occult erudition and
ancient wealth.
Their content smiles
belie fate storms
brewing; thrashing specters
channel blood like veins
fueled by ignorant sacrifice until
virtue concedes.
The microverse
bends with quivers
hidden. Plunderers sow
protracted disease
nurtured on toxic components and trust
in civil death.
That mug could be etched onto coins
if only conscience failed to intercede
and money-changers picked their totems
with less attention to global schemes.
Funny how cold metal splatters all the
bravest brains looking to level out
opportunity based on skill rather than
birth.
They lie flowers upon another grave
to repel the notion that billions of free
minds would be better than sacrifice to
the gods of consumerism, trend and
all the noble platitudes of today's
abundant derivatives offering salvation
at the cost of tomorrow's beneficent
hope.
Already, they've begun to wither
without the purity of fluid pure in purpose
since husks lying in memorial always
convey the stench of potential destroyed
at the hands of plunderers convinced
of righteous manipulation like a
condescending slap to the
teeth.
Stern faces propel blasts skyward
as if I'm supposed to forget the arc
that sends those pellets, like my spirit,
propelling back to the Earth once
more in reverence for the ricochet
penance that pulls so pernicious
that every molecule feels unnecessarily
bound.
GOODLUCK
Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll,
Oozing pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes)
On congruent grounds we let him, though we hated his coterie.
Disappointed, we wail, waiting substitute to end the reign of quack
Lacklustre, insipid and a pervading naivety.
Unvaried captain rocks this boat, gagged by plunderers.
Circles of death, twinge, miseries the reign of a drab creek king
Kleptocracy adorning imposition,
EBELE
Embezzlers on rampage, holes bequeathed for pillaging.
Bandits as conniving ministers besmirched obtuse scamp
Egregious craven shrieked at the sound of war “I am not a lion”.
Laggard lumper loon left fanatical murderers at our doorsteps
Encumbrances from delinquent clan divide the love for mother land
DAME
Damp squib's duchess & indecent tongue, devoid of restraint
Audacious domestic appendage ferrying funds
Merriment and intrigue feigned as obligations,
Edgy. encumbrance though ceaselessness forms their amity.
PATIENCE
Punk pretending and purloining to private vaults.
Adventurous nerve for futile globe -trot.
Twitchy at state's affairs though never elected.
Intoxicated by serendipity, shaming all with activity.
Euphemistic drama, Scrappy curiosity with comedy.
National dilemma by decorated buffoons.
Crude verbiages to amuse eggheads “my Fellow widows”
Encomium of approval turned sour “Power” the pipe for thieves.
JONATHAN
Jokers jostled in enthusiasm to rule, (politicking )
Onslaught from 'Boko-Haram' drove sleep from wearied countrymen
Numbed as "hoipolloi echoed NO to mistimed removal,
Alas, the fraud, rapscallion looting Criminals Lords over us
Tyranny cloaked garbs, creek professor without a thesis.
Higgledy-piggledy a travesty called democracy.
Amidst the rubble of a crumbling amalgam,
Nigerian Lords watched the drama secured, while we die helpless
They love to sell into the dark end,
where covetous souls
plunge to the bottomless debt deep
Parrot voice chirps got the suicidal siren blasting:
Saying a lifestyle of surfeiting
is an overdrawn bank account pleasure drowning
Pirate eyes cast a silver tongue hook
of bait-and-switch repo
to the blue wails
Underwater mortgage
from a pirate lending shark loan
cause the cash minnows to prey groan
Heavy is the dropped credit anchor pain,
sinking life savings ...
Treasure chest safety net
401k disappearing
Another black pirate patch
cast a hollow gaze
False profits on the rise,
usury rescue in pocket tearing decline
Pirate eyes wink leviathan;
spearing desperate, money hungry short fins
at the bottom feeder end
Purse plunderers sale on the pirate flag
wavy death tide ...
Peering into the empty wallet
abyss dark
Where all false profits
foggy deceit hide