Raggedy Army
As morning bathes in spring sunshine
A raggedy army stands in line.
Unkempt and ragtag, oddly sized,
Unarranged, disorganised.
Red, a splash among the grey
A new parade at dawn each day.
Some heads drooping, some held high,
A handful gazing at the sky.
Fresh and bright to start the morning,
Most won’t see a new day’s dawning.
In summer’s heat, the same routine -
A new head where an old had been.
In autumn’s fading dying light
A hardy few keep up the fight.
But then to hide in winter’s snow,
Till spring’s warmth says it’s time to show.
And bursting forth and standing proud,
Though scattered, battered, thrashed and ploughed
The raggedy army stands again
Eternal homage to fallen men.
“By Design”
By design
other dimensions
astonishing alien fields
different shades
of dark and light
intradimensional beings
strange lives
surround us
we are oblivious
to their invisible kingdoms
their unique opinions
their different addictions
their mysterious freedoms
part of ours, under cover
in our infected delirium
dissolving over-rated
control and power
dissolving
food for thought
dissolving
seconds in minutes
in hours
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“I divide
In the sky
In the seams
Between the beams
All the loving
And separating
All the turning
To face each other …”
delirium.
“The CAM diagnostic algorithm evaluates four key features of delirium: 1) Acute Change in Mental Status with Fluctuating Course, 2) Inattention, 3) Disorganised Thinking, and 4) Altered Level of Consciousness.”
intradimensional -v- interdimensional
One page of the dictionary is worst of all,
Every word typed on it is bad.
The words on this page are totally outrageous,
Leaves us bitter; all hurt, vexed and mad.
The words are disgusting, totally disgraceful,
They should never see the light of day,
They’re completely dishonest in all that they mean,
Should be ripped up and thrown away.
Others are disingenuous, distrusted, and disloyal,
They’re disobedient in how they all sound,
Disrespectful when used, disorganised when needed,
And disliked right down to the ground.
This page of the dictionary it disses on everything,
Disses all that I like about word.
This page has anti words covering its face,
This page is completely absurd.
bottles of empty plastic
ancient breathing machines
electromagnetic fields in
eyes ears and air
inner child is waking up
books and crumbled clothes
sleeping in a disorganised
diagonal bed
hugging like blissful
children
i am looking at
bicycle lovers from
last night
Don’t cultivate result,
Cease to exist
Though for a while,
And they’ll love you,
They’ll buy you expensive,
They’ll cry to beget you,
Because you ain’t anything
But a toy.
Bosses who crave crosses
To crucify all competing creativity,
On their records is none alive
A prudent finger but theirs,
Thus we all become fools,
Courteous fools,
In order to get paid.
Men laden with years,
Tossed like a cotton grain
In a September storm,
By a social refuse,
A moral fugitive, outcast, lunatic, everything,
Disorganised like a baby
Excited by a toy bus
Is our boss the image.
© Muthoka Jacob 10th July 2012. All rights reserved.
Imagery
Picasso How I hated your cubism frame
It was like my life was staring back at me
Fragmented and disorganised.
I purposely drew myself to Monet and the like
As my awareness came into the light
Those paintings seemed more of an illusion
Those still waters lurked beneath the undercurrent of intense emotions
The imagery of the flowing willow tree disguised the screams of discord
Beaming down of ray of hope
Pushing the truth to a miniscule unnoticeable shadow.
I aspire to become content but cemented in reality.
Those emotions that use to overwhelm me are forced in to the light of truth
My writing is to chronicle my journey of discovery
Its ink is truth where denial is omitted from the page.
People speed
For many reasons
Some are disorganised,
Some are late,
Some are impatient,
Some have no sense of direction,
For some it’s an emergency
That fuels their urgency
But for me, as a retiree
I have to drive fast
To get there before I forget
Where it is I’m going
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