Garbage Bins
I recommend garbage bins outside to
be spanked, but ...
not publicly. Why? Because
they stink! Roaches and
blow flies might
uphold, defend that action of
spanking.
Categories:
bins, humor,
Form: Free verse
Who are you
Question asks daily,
Some people want to know
More about you,
You look so meager in their bogus eyes,
You don't possess what they have
But your presence continue
giving them sleepless night.
Hating you due to
What you don't see
"Huuh!"
They are copying everything you do
And continue to ask themselves
Who does he " she" think he " she" is?
"Heeh! Gloomy ...
In your hypocritical eyes"
Your secret identity
terrify them
daily
How could they be
if you had what they have?
Yooh! they could throw themselves
in their bins and septic tanks.
" Death could be their daily songs"
You are gifted,
Just be greatful to God,
for His gifts in you,
Seen and known by many people.
Written 11/2024
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
bins, africa, america, angst, christian,
Form: Free verse
In the suburbs, once a week,
Recycling bins go out
And wait there, curbside, for the trucks
To pass by on their route.
A glance inside can give a hint
About the different things
The neighbors choose to purchase
And the refuse that it brings.
The water bottles, magazines,
The papers, boxes, cans,
Perhaps the same as yours or ones
Of which you aren’t fans.
The bins provide a service
All communities do seek
While also giving people
Into others’ lives a peek.
Categories:
bins, life,
Form: Rhyme
Chicago, the South Side,
long before Barack Obama
those I'd love see live
anywhere they like
are those so black
they up long planks
in the heat of summer
wheelbarrow coal
so bright it pours
in a silver seiche
down chutes
through windows
of bungalow basements
crashing in coal bins
of new masters
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
bins, race,
Form: Blank verse
Wheelie bins know what you’re thinking
Deep down you know it’s true
They know just what you did last night
And they are judging you
And if you think you see them smirk
When you are walking past
It’s probably not the first time
And it will not be the last
Wheelie bins know everything
Much more than you’d suspect
For they grew wisdom from the pain
And betrayal of your neglect
They did not sit there helpless
When you moved in for the kill
They met up with their comrades
And learned transferrable skills
In the depths of all our gardens
They huddled, gaining strength
From knowledge and camaraderie
They learned woodwork and French
So if you think they are mocking you
With their skills in carpentry
Elles parlent français, mon ami,
Ces poubelles de wheelie
Wheelie bins know what you’re thinking
They know just what you’ve done
So do not cross a wheelie bin
For their time has finally come
You’ll find them down the garden
Happy within themselves
Reading Jean Paul Sartre
And knocking up some shelves
Categories:
bins, funnybetrayal,
Form: I do not know?
Coal Bins
Chicago, the South Side,
long before Barak Obama
those I'd love see live
anywhere they like
are those so black
they up long planks
in the heat of summer
wheelbarrow coal
so bright it pours
in a silver seiche
down chutes
through windows
of bungalow basements
crashing in coal bins
of new masters
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
bins, social
Form: Free verse