Sugar Sugar everywhere taking it without plants if I dare.
Sugar Sugar make my arteries stiff and crisp, but do I really care?
Just for the record why should I keep giving free advice.
If the music that I make, just does not jive.
Guess you just don't have a case of the hives.
Its a serial crime to sell ce-real to kids.
Whether i boast my quake on oats on a general hill.
Or make kill logs of all the bowels I could have had.
But still these guys keep making me break-fast as an adult.
Let me open the box to see what prize i got.
Ohh look a dead cat which never got me my satisfaction back.
Guess I will just end up paying the price for seeking my prize.
Can we truly see what's real without cereals?
I saw the beauty with brain,
This is what gives me pain,
When I hear this,
Oh! When I hear this!
She has mastered all skills to flirt,
She wears colorful and short skirts,
So she is the epitome of beauty,
But for her- We all tag lack of duty!
Lack of duty is seen as lack of brain,
Girls like her in their lives have no gain,
So, these damsels without wisdom,
Are still considered to be lacking- Even with this stardom!
So these girls who are called Beauty with brains,
Are specially pointed-out,
And then are considered worth the public’s shout,
Like from a group of cereals, selected rice-grains.
I miss when I was like clay.
Malleable and young.
Spinning, and the spinning is playful like a merry go round.
In a process to become something more.
Fingerprints, and crumbling, and mess.
Laughing, and having fun.
And then the kiln hardens me.
And that’s forever.
Until I fall,
And all it takes is one fall to crack.
I can be glued back.
Into a functioning bowl, that will hold soups and cereals for the rest of my life.
But I’ll never be as beautiful…
I miss when I was clay.
But they had this idea.
To take that away.
MOTHER A WARRIOR
It was a small matter, but would can explain to the wind,
My mother used to make mascara for me from the lamp!
She made cow dung cakes, it must be compulsion
Perhaps these would be necessary to run the family!
She cooked food with wood fire,
What should I tell you, brothers, how much the smoke from the stove made her cry!
She used to dry the grains on the terrace of neighbours,
Her children should become successful, this was the worry that used to bother her.
The taunts of servants and relatives had troubled her a lot.
That's why she had gained only 40 kg weight!
In the hot afternoon, she used to pluck the cereals from the field and bring it, it would be a question of the sinful stomach,
Didn't wear slippers, maybe there will be a bark on the feet!
She has fed flowers by fighting poverty,
She has finally made his children self-sufficient.
Can you choose whether to
Have bread or pancakes for breakfast?
Or organic oats, cereals and milk?
Is a fruit needed on the plate?
Can the items on the plate make a rainbow?
Every exciting morning with the same decisions to make.
Select the best from them and gobble them in a jiffy.
Amidst the vast fertile lands
the little huts of the people stood,
Hoarding the millets from the field
To their feathery friends, they offered their yield
Savouring the millets and cereals
And sitting on the ceiling of corridors,
Making their nest close to the doors
Chirping throughout the day and night
They made our ancestors' days bright
Mingled like real joyful dudes
They even shared people's food
Wandering around with their family
They welcomed our guests warmly
They never felt shy , they never did cry
They never ever worried
But that's an old story
When the huts became royal flats,
When the fertile lands became empty plots
These little birds found no place to halt
they flew away, granting us, the feelings of guilt
But now, when people savvy their worth
Sweet sparrows, decide to reappear
Their comeback slams the extinction-myths
Their comeback cheers the earth
Reemerged our cute little friends
Is not it our onus to make their population ascend
Return their place to them
We will embrace peace then
I see it in cubes cast
And chiefly featuring in breakfast;
In Bread and cake harboured
And in plantains and cereals honoured…
Also in my tea that would gullets pass through,
Its presence in oats holding true.
I see it in packs neatly filled
In layers arranged and sealed,
Each one of them as white as white can be!
Every one of them nearly the honey of a bee.
I’m told The Best Quality is in Havana,
Although readily grows in every Savannah.
A starchy stuff and energy booster,
Raiser of the Weak and sure Mover!
Yet, not a fabulous treat for The Diabetic
None ever, after taking it, ecstatic…
Must, in fact, forget consuming even a single:
Their no no-go area and Bermuda Triangle.
TV for breakfast, snack time and lunch.
Taking all my energy, swiftly, easily
Advertising sugary cereals like Cap’n Crunch
TV for supper until we go to bed
When I am lying prone in my recliner
I might as well be dead.
The shock that I felt was enormous,
as the tab on the cat food I pulled,
a fountain of biscuits shot out of the top-
the box, it was actually full !
I stood, disbelieving, bewildered,
this never had happened before,
I finally came to my senses again
and swept all the bits off the floor.
'Contents are liable to settle',
I've seen it on loads of foodstuffs,
in some cereals, where half of it is fresh air
and what's left is just not quite enough.
And bags of crisps, don't get me started,
whatever the flavour or range,
seven flakes, powdered crumbs
which just coat both your thumbs
and then leave your tongue feeling short-changed.
Forgive me, for always believing
(and I think most folks do, by and large)
that the air we breathe in now and always has been
since the dawn of mankind, free of charge.
So why do the makers of products
include something already free?
Just give us lots more of the thing I paid for
and leave all the breathing to me.
And when my time one day is over
and no longer am in fine fettle,
the box I'm carried off in,
on the lid of the coffin
write ' contents are liable to settle'.
my favourite thing about you
is that your beautiful you know
you say i love you every day
and everyday my love grows
your wonderful and generous
you make the best of what youve got
which sometimes is the best part
of nothing not a lot
your cooking is okay to me
although cereals the best
but that chicken broccoli rice thing we had
can put it to the test
you are always there for comfort
and give me cuddles when im sad
you let me have your phone alot
and that always makes me glad
at night times are my favourite
when we watch netflix and just chill
your love captures my senses
i can touch,smell hear and feel
youre the prettiest in the world
theres no one who can match
my daddy is so lucky
to have caught the winning catch
never change my mummy
youre perfect as you are
you will always be my favourite
the perfect brightest star
The ballerinas, dressed in pink,
Adorable, you can't help think,
All rush to where their teacher waits,
Where music wafts and resonates.
The grown-ups must remain outside
Where covered windows seem to hide
Whatever lessons might be taught.
(Attempts to peek all come to naught.)
The moms chit-chat, comparing notes,
(Which cereals get all their votes).
The grands and sitters sit alone
And read or focus on the phone.
When class is over, spirits high,
She demonstrates the butterfly
And how to point and flex her toes
While standing in a ballet pose.
Now slippers off and sneakers on;
Another lesson's come and gone.
We dress and take our dancer home,
The star, today, of Nana's poem.
Fate sieves them
Seeds die to live
Husks are burned
Some are eaten raw
The milk boiled over the hob is a mess
Table covered in cereals, kids couldn’t care less
They leave dishes for others to sort out as norm
Leaving for school it’s like the eye of a storm
Kitchen is now sorted the dishwasher is on
Coffee in hand, I am relaxing, talking on phone,
Peace reigns sublime, this time is my own
penned 29/01/2017
pure imagination not true
Man is a pest in this world of creatures
he raises and feeds fowls, cattle, goats and all
he befriends them calling them darling
without suspicion they cooperate, play with him
beasts of burden work hard to please him
but without warning he picks one by one and eats
Animals cry gnash their teeth and ask for mercy
they mourn for the loss dear ones;
protesters are buttered mercilessly
but man the pest grows fat with every pain
he inflicts on the helpless creatures
Man the pest cultivates cereals, orchards and vegetables
proper care he gives to all to grow healthy.
Yet without compromise he picks, cuts and eats
he breaks bones and cuts flesh of those he so loves
And boils them in hot ovens for daily side dish
fat ones as tomatoes, cabbages are sliced with sharp knives
They bleed and mourn with pain everyday
But man the pest cares not about the suffering
He does not allow humanitarian bodies to save them
Man the pest mummers every time he has had his full meal
“I was created to eat and enjoy you. It is my divine right.
Your divine duty is to suffer so that I can be happy’
If you do not suffer I cannot live happily here on earth.”
Earth (sonnetina duo.)
sustaining life in our oceans and seas,
Lush ripe fruit grown on our beautiful trees,
Grasses cereals seeds and soft berries
Strawberries raspberries and red cherries,
Warmth from the sun, refreshing rain from clouds
Secluded places from bustling crowds,
Gentle breezes glorious views and sights
Wine from sweet grapes and other such delights,
Rivers lakes canals ponds and winding streams
ploughman's lunches and ice creams,
Automobiles ships airplanes and fast trains
Machines that help to take all our strains,
Our adored pets and our working animals
Horses dogs elephants dromedary camels ,
Mountains hills ravines meadows valleys
Cathedrals churches and sanctuaries,
Affection love emotion and sadness
Our Past present future and hopefulness,
All that we hold dear, all life, all our worth
We owe to our wonderful rich fertile Earth.
11/30/2016
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