Unhappy lunch
I could sense as soon as we entered
the restaurant that was a family run business
there had been a turmoil in the kitchen
the servers were father and daughter who
normally worked well together, but to day he
was in the kitchen, his daughter said, when
I asked
There were still many costumers, but they
kept a low profile and spoke subdual when
eating, we had entered a war zone
when our food came it was served on a dish
where my meat was grey like it had been
boiled, fries were uneven remanded of sailor
who had jut made ashore from a sinking ship
falling exhausted to the ground, and the
fried egg had been killed into a hard shell
However the salat, possible made before the
civil war, was good
Needless to say I refused to eat the served
my wife more skilled in diplomatic niceness
told the girl server to pack the food to take home
that I for some reason was not hungry
the lesson is, do not upset chefs in their kitchen
A docile lamb
among roaring lions
seems to be me;
I resist to become one of them:
look at crazy Jacob.
he runs a mouth found in a public pub
which is filthier than the mouth of Sam:
ah, he's terribly unkind to costumers!
If villains of all kinds
menace the meek ones
to adopt their awful ways:
they'll fail to entrap me!
A docile lamb
among roaring lions
seems to be me...
I am contrary
to their perception;
threaten me,
and I'll respond accordingly!
If they sling stones,
I'll shoot arrows:
who's mightier than me?
A docile lamb sleeping
gives no warning signs,
when anger suddenly strikes;
jeering faces showing invincibility
will freeze their frantic irony;
no battle ground, so frightening,
is ever won without a strategy:
a steel armor can fend off enemies!
Drugs
I never showed my dogs any tricks that appear to please
people I grew from a puppy to an adult, mind I sometimes
patted her and she had the habit of using my feet as a pillow
when I was watching TV. when she got older, she got a bit
grumpy when I moved my feet.
Today I watched how they killed Pablo Escobar, a drug trader
a murderous gangster, all his costumers, live in the USA.
As usual in this cases, someone else took over and it will
continue and this how capitalism work.
there is a hallowed family selling opium in large scale they
by bribing doctors to push this wonder medicine that
that made people addicted, well opium is addictive whatever
name you to put on the label.
this family still flogs their wonder pills I will not use the name
but they have killed more people than Escobar.
The choice
I could have been a farmer that was not a choice
the authority sent me there, I think as punishment for being rebellious.
I could have been an academic, but no one like me went to University
so choice never came up as an alternative.
I´m only conscious of a choice born out of necessity becoming a seafarer
instead of working in a factory the very idea of factory work
still can make me shudder.
I spent years at sea and was promoted as an officer,
it was not what I wanted I was a leaf in a stream with little will to alter
where life took me.
Tired of the sea I opened a cafe, not by choice, but I could be my boss
but I had not reckoned with costumers and talking to them, like a barber
who talk to his` about football which he privately hates.
For the reason that had little to do with me, I was a counselor at a clinic
telling alcoholics how to stop drinking, I think of my stint at the clinic
when I have my evening whiskey.
So my only choice in life was to sit in a library all my life read and eat
a bologna sandwich, while life was going on outside, a decision that
could not be fulfilled, I blame the women for that.
Autumn Delights
I’d like to write of autumn trees
Of blazing foliage, rustling leaves,
Just can’t feel that coming freeze
When it’s today a 100 degrees.
The football boys are burning up,
Trying to gear for the Heisman cup,
While their Gatorade gives them big hiccups,
And helmets melt, they’re all bent up.
Orange and black speak of skeletons,
Baby costumers cry for ice melons,
Pumpkins look like wrinkled fellowtons,
Drying on the porches of Magillaton.
The weatherman is going gray,
Being yelled at day upon day,
Wants to say cold fronts are on their way,
It’s a hundred degrees in the shade this day
INFANTS
Infants, infants,
Infants are like Ngwuor.
They intoxicates like,
White hot.
Some are as whites as firmament
While some are as black as charcoal.
Its seeds are yellow as nutri C
While some are as white as firmament.
It is too difficult to find and they are exorbitant.
Some are as beautiful as a queen,
While some are as ugly as Otengwu masquerade;
Some are as sweet as honey,
While some are as bitter as bitter leaf.
I like infants. What about you?
Their branches are used,
For bed,
While their sticks are used for brooms,
But there are used for roofing.
It serves as medicine but,
It can also be served as fire wood.
Tell the blacksmith that we need some keys,
Tell also the costumers that they needs some of it for as test,
But forget not to remind,
Palm wine tapers that they needs much work to do.
Tell the wedding celebrants that the
Horse and its messengers are here.
Tell the chairman of the the wedding that there still some pots,
But tell the congregation that the Ngwour is finished.
THEMES
1. Importance of children
2. Beauty
3. Goodness
4. Assistance
5. Upliftment
6. Prayer
3 things do not wait for anyone:
Time, Costumers & Death
3 things you get once in a lifetime:
Mother, Father & Youth
3 things once gone never come back:
The soul from the body, an arrow from a bow & words from the mouth
3 things should always be avoided:
Wrong friends, Selfishness & Anger
3 things should never be forgotten:
Debt, Duty & Sickness
3 things intoxicate a person:
Knowledge, Power & Praise
3 things should always be valued before 3 things:
Health before sickness, Youth before old age& wealth before poverty
3 things to respect:
Old age, Religion & Law
3 things to love:
Purity, Honesty & Hard work
3 things to cultivate:
Courage, Cheerfulness & contentment
3 things to maintain:
Promise, Friendship & Affection
3 things to control:
Tongue, Temper & Temptation
3 things to watch:
Speech, Behavior & Action
Diffident
I had a dream
to be an extrovert,
I opened a café and
when people came I didn´t know
how to behave
so I told them to get lost.
I had a beautiful café… clean
and empty and I said to myself
tomorrow I will not be shy
open it and welcome guests.
but I never got around opening it again.
My sister´s boy
was like me he made furniture,
beautiful pieces – an artist.
He opened a shop trying to sell his stuff,
but when people came
he hid in one of his wardrobes
and did´t come out before prospective
costumers had gone.
It is tough to be paralyzing shy,
once in Paris, France, I was reading poetry
on a stage, so petrified
I had no idea what I was doing there
so I ran out and drowned in
the Parisian night.
Full of whisky and valium I danced
tango on a table and didn´t fall off.
Which goes to prove that?
an introvert is a person who has lost
the key to his inner self.
Amsterdam,Netherlands
10/5/09
Madame Tossoe
A stranger on the street
He fumbled around the streets
Nothing left to eat
Doing his day job like every other day
Just this day was different
This day he wore new shoes
The first he called his own
And he wore them to show off
To the world
But world sat back
And watch as the stranger begged and begged
But since he was wealthy enough for shoes
Why should he get any more?
So the man took off he shoes
Still baring no socks
His insanely stinky feet
Scared off the rich costumers
And one girl
passed his feet
and poured loads of nickles
in his cup
**I wanted him to buy new pairs of socks**